Cuddle Valley High: Role Play

Allor smiled. "You coming in?" she asked politely. Her accent had doubled over the summer but it maintained its smoothness.

"sure" michael said with a danish accent (if their is one)

(There is one ✅ )

Allor let him pass before entering. She took a seat that was on the last row but was midday through isle.

Michael took a seat all the way at the back corner.

Allor knew what most people classified her as. This year some of the students had already started calling her "Commy." and other stuff. She didn't care. She was an anarchist if anything.

He started to wonder if she was a communist but he didnt want to be rude to ask.

"Anttisdottir." A deep and smooth voice carries across the room reaching her ears.

Allor looks up to see Chris Ruben. "What do you want?"

He sat in the desk beside her. "Look, I feel bad about replacing you."

"The team obviously doesn't." she retorted.

Chris sighed. "Obviously they do. We've won only two games since you left last year. I can get you back on the team, but it will recquire a deal."

"Like what?" she asked.

Michael always liked football (soccer) and he always wanted to play but he knew he wasent good to play.

"Like joining two other clubs, plus you'd been a sort of probation." Chris said waiting for her to blow up.

"Three club and a job. I don't know." Allor said.

Chris smiled nonetheless. "Come on, AL."

"Since when do you call me 'AL'?" she asked before sighing. "Fine, two clubs and probation. Marria is going to kill me."

Michael thought to himself that the girl was definatley a communist. because of all the problems she had but like always he kept his mouth shut and continue to look out the window.

((Cappie pig... 😐

😛

Tela> Ehh, nevermind, meh char is just ranting because he's pissed at Marria because he's chumpy and doesn't want to move out 😉))

Serj walked into the room, late as usual, and sat down in the corner before slamming his head down on the desk to get some sleep.

Allor took out her book before she took out a notebook and began doodling. She kept quiet. She could tell what the knew kid was thinking. Big whoop. If she wasn't a commy she was the lead mistress at a fetish club. She laughed softly as she remembered the shy ninth grader asking her that.

(Oh feck I've been calling scott chris. Well, it's scott, peeps, okay?)

Originally posted by Darth Revan
Tela> Ehh, nevermind, meh char is just ranting because he's pissed at Marria because he's chumpy and doesn't want to move out 😉 ))

(((I know but Marria is a true blonde 🙄 )))

"By the way, Derek. I left some food in the fridge in red containers with a sticky note with your name on them. If you need lunch, they're there." Marria said before heading out the door.

((oh. I see. This could be painful. 😐))

Derek turned his music off and stared at the ceiling for a few seconds. When he was sure Marria was gone, he reached under his bed and pulled out a can of spray paint.

((uh oh))

Jorgen came down the stairs in a dress suit. He mumbled as he fussed with his tie. "Damn, job interviews." he mutters.

"Shit," Derek said, remembering his interview. He sighed heavily. He knew he wasn't going to get the job anyways... Besides which, he hadn't wanted to do it in the first place. Finally he stood up, put on a black hoodie and left with his spray paint...

"when is class gonna start" michael said to himself waiting for the teacher to come.

Allor looked up as the teacher came in. She sat down her messenger style bag as she introduced herself to everyone. Allor rolled her eyes.

Michael looked at the teacher and then he took out his notebook for the class.