Cuddle Valley High: Role Play

"...Same here... Algebra...I think im going to puke..." answered Vash as he exited the class and started to walk toward the math classroom.

"I have Trig." Janice grumbled. Then she got an idea and brightened slightly. "Maybe I could ditch and go to your Algebra class instead! It's so much easier than Trig."

Michael heard the bell rang and he went to his last period and he walked down the art area and entered his class and wasent even late and he took his seat in the middle coloum at the very back seat.

"Or we could just ditch he math class?" suggested Vash.

"Even better!" Janice agreed happily. "Where'd we go instead?"

Vash put his hand in his pockets ".... I just got my allowance... Hey you want to go to that restaurant next block! Never been there..." answered Vash.

"Sure thing! I haven't been there either." Janice agreed. Better than going to class anyway. "You want me to drive, or do you want to?"

"Nah, You drive." answered Vash.

"Allright." Janice led the way back to the parking lot, making sure they weren't seen. She found her big black truck and threw her bag in the back seat. "Hop in." She told Vash

Vash nodded as he got in. "... Your parents live anywhere near it?" asked Vash.

"Nope!" Janice replied with a touch of relief. "No need for them to know i'm getting in trouble again."

"Im lucky! My guardian parents dont care a fuc* about me..." answered Vash.[I] Hey... This chicks cool! She shares alot in common with me... Hates schooll... Likes to get in trouble... She might make a good friend...[I] thought Vash.

~I just found out that I kept on calling him Vash... Just pretend the char I made was named Vash ok...~

"They must care at least a LITTLE bit about you. They are your parents afterall." Janice said. She was starting to like this Vash guy. Anyone who messed around that much in class had to be a great person.

"There my Stepparents kinda... You obviously handt met them... The last time my sister lost her keys to the house... And anybody could come in and kill us, they put me next to the front door... Nice parents huh?" answered Vash

Janice thought that over for a second. "Guess not." They pulled into the resturant parking lot and she swooped the truck into a space. She hopped out and patted it lovingly on the hood. "My parents paid for my truck, so they can't be all bad."

Vash got out of the car. "Had to work 7 years for mine... I started earning when I was 11... You know... I thought that in 6 years Ill drive a car..." started Vash. Vash went inside the restaurant.

"Makes it that much better, having to earn it yourself, doesn't it?" Janice said, following him into the resturant. "Not that i'd rather pay for mine, of course. I'm rather fond of the idea of my parents doing that for me."

Vash nodded in agreement. One worker led them to a table. Vash sat down and took out the menu and ran his eyes over it.

Janice looked over her menu, occaisonally turning it different ways to see if it made more sense that way. "At least the food's not too expensive."