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[Shankveld 4,949]

Abby laughed, "I suppose if you find meth-addict-child-molestors hot then yes. He's so hot." Abby couldn't mask her sarcasm. "Mr. Bates is God's gift to women. He is the reason I go to this school. His face was carved by angels and his voice is the bellow of triumph and sex." Abby started to get dramatic, which ended in laughter. "Did I mention I'm lab partners with that pig? So gross. I picked a fight with the teacher so this if probably some form of sick revenge." Abby checked her watch second period was ending and the third period was about to start. "I gotta get to my next class." Abby actually liked math.

[Strong Hooves 289]

Brandon sat once again in the back of the class. He got out his books and slumped in his seat. He silently groaned as he saw Abby walk in, <Great. Just fuckin great> he thought to himself. As the class started Brandon was called to answer a complex equation on the board. He snorted and got up, and without hesitation immediately wrote down the correct answer. "Very good Brandon!" said the teacher.

 

Brandon merely snorted, dropped the marker, and said "Whatever" as he walked to his desk. Brandon was very smart, though many don't know it. He had decent grades, though he never acted as if school was important.

[Twiliscael 3,960]

Tony sat around silently the entire period as the teacher blared on about the perfection of Shakespeare. Mr.... whatever, his name didn't matter. "Why the hell didn't they laugh? It was funny, right?"

he thought to himself. As the bell concluded class, he concluded his thinking. Quickly pulling out his crumpled schedule, he looked at period 3.

 

"FASHION?!?!" he bellowed down the halls. "I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR FUCKING FASHION CLASS!"

"Chill out bro," said a random underclassman. That would also be the last thing he said to Tony. After he finished reprimanding the little bastard, he continued to his class. "What the FUCK. " he thought to himself. "Why is my first day sucking so much?"

 

As he entered the classroom, he groaned. It was a pink room. A PINK room. With orange curtains and various pastel colors everywhere. This was just great. As he looked around, he saw various clothes all with student's designs. Everything from sports teams to zebra prints to fucking My Little Pony shit. How the fuck could grown ass kids watch that shit? He sauntered over to an empty table "Great, this room has tables, not desks." he thought to himself. He didn't need anyone in this class. A bunch of grade-A faggots do fashion. He suddenly heard a myriad of student's voices by the door and prepared for the nerd herd.

[Shankveld 4,949]

Abby walked into her math class and blushed when she saw Brandon. She looked around, the class was defiantly a grade 12 math class. Abby had a blank stare on her face, she wasn't in grade 12. She walked into the wrong math class. Just my luck! Abby took a seat next to Brandon, she couldn't handle the embarrassment of walking back out, especially in front of all the hot grade 12 boys.

I'll just play it cool for today and next show my face back in this class.

Abby looked at the complex equations on the board, she'd never seen math like this before, but she had to keep calm. Abby watched as the teacher praised Brandon. How did he know that? Shouldn't his fedal alcohol syndrome keep him from understand these sorts of things?

Abby didn't realize she was starring at Brandon, he made an uncomfortable face and gave her a nasty look. Abby raised her eyebrow, "tough guy eh?"

[Strong Hooves 289]

"More like underestimated" replied Brandon dryly. "What are you doing here anyway? You're not grade 12." Brandon usually never made conversation, but he was bored. And perhaps he may be able to talk a bit of sense into Abby about the blog she made of him. Not that he expected her to fully understand. He wasn't really going to tell her his full story anyway, just enough to make her take back what she said in the blog.

[MasterCombine 316]

Dalton smiled, noting the jock's failure to respond to him. Instead he watched the guy take another seat and fume in silence. Guess he doesn't want to tarnish his image any more than he already has, he thought with a smirk. Before Dalton knew it the bell was ringing, signaling the end of second period. The jock shot up and stormed angrily out of the classroom, followed moments later out into the hallway by the rest of the class. The sound of shoes shuffling on the tile and of slamming notebooks filled the room. Gathering his things, Dalton scribbled a note in his notebook: Act 1 of Hamlet by tomorrow. No big deal. He slung his backpack over his shoulder once more and went on his way.

 

Out in the hall, Dalton waded through more crowds of students, pulling his schedule out of his pocket. Alright, let's see. Third period is...Math. Room 465. He looked around, scanning the doors again, and came to a bustling intersection of two hallways. This way? he guessed. After walking for a bit he frowned. Nope, these are the 100s. Dammit, this school is bigger than I thought.

 

As he walked, he passed by a group of gossiping boys and girls, laughing heartily about something. "Hey," one of them called to another, "You catch the latest post on the Vicious Circle?"

 

"What, about Brittany Hawthorn being a huge slut? Yeah, who knew?" The girl's companion replied, his voice thick with sarcasm.

 

"No, dumbass, the latest one. God, you really gotta keep up with things. What do you do all class period?"

 

"Gee, I don't know, pay attention?" the guy responded.

 

"Yeah, good joke. No, I mean the one about that loser Darrel getting into a fight. It's only a matter of time before..." Their voices faded away into the rest of the din as Dalton walked past.

 

What the hell is the Vicious Circle? he thought, raising an eyebrow. After a few more minutes of aimless searching, Dalton retraced his steps and found his way up a flight of stairs. The halls were practically empty by the time he finally located 465. Striding through the door, Dalton found himself in front of several rows of students who had already taken their seats and settled in.

 

He noticed a familiar face. The guy who had called the jock a punk and barged out of English for a little while was walking away from the board, having just finished what appeared to be a complex integral equation. The kid took his seat and made a remark to someone sitting next to him, a fairly attractive girl sporting orange pigtails. There was an empty seat on his other side.

 

Before Dalton could make for it, the teacher, an older gentleman wearing a sweater vest, spun around to face him. "Ah, welcome to Senior Calculus, young man. You're five minutes late. Mr....?" The teacher paused expectantly.

 

"Clark," Dalton responded, grinning sheepishly. He had lost several minutes just searching for the damn room. The teacher turned back around, fishing a list of names out of a pile of papers on his desk. He scanned it for a moment, and his eyes lit up in recognition.

 

"Ah, yes. Clark, Dalton. Well, please find a seat, Mr. Clark. And remember, even the principal's son needs to be on time. I'll let it slide today, though."

 

"Won't happen again," Dalton sighed, and sauntered down the aisle, finding his way to the same table the kid he recognized was sitting at. Yeah, thanks pal, he thought. How about we just slap a sign on my back reading 'I'm the principal's kid and I'm adopted'. He shuffled past the orange-haired girl and eased into a seat right next to guy, sliding his notebook onto the table. "Now," the teacher started, "Who can tell me about the chain rule?"

 

Dalton turned to the kid and smirked. "Hey, you were in English just now, right? Is that guy always such a douche-bag?" he whispered, chuckling. "Name's Dalton, by the way." He extended a hand toward the kid in greeting.

Edited May 24, 2012 by MasterCombine

[Strong Hooves 289]

Brandon looked at Dalton, sizing him up. He didn't shake his hand, but he did reply, "yeah. He is." his answer was short and blunt, but it answered his question at least. Brandon looked down at his desk, as if trying to glare holes into it. <why is this guy trying to be nice? Why doesn't he just fuck off like everyone else> he thought to himself. He sighed, it seemed he was stuck next to him until this class was over. "I'm Brandon" he muttered.

[MasterCombine 316]

Dalton smirked and retracted his hand. Well, I'm zero for two. "Well, that's good to know," he chuckled. "I'm guessing a guy like that has a lot of enemies. Anyway, nice to meet ya, Brandon." He looked up at the board for a bit, copying the notes the teacher was writing down, before turning back to Brandon. "So we're done at, what, one? With school, I mean. I'm kinda new here."

Edited May 24, 2012 by MasterCombine

[Strong Hooves 289]

Brandon closed his eyes and sighed, "Yeah somewhere around that time" he muttered. What was with this guy? Just because he called that jock a pink doesn't make him his pal or anything. He continued to write down quick notes as he tried to get his silence back, just the way it always has been.

[Shankveld 4,949]

Abby laughed, "I'm just so smart they bumped me up to grade 12, obviously. Gee Brandon, you've really got nothing going for you." Before Brandon had a chance to reply to Abby's insult, Dalton Clark sat down next to him. Abby didn't notice him until he started talking to Brandon. Abby pushed Brandon back into his seat to get a clear view of Dalton. "Oh my God! You're the principal's son!?" Abby exclaimed. The super hunk is the principal's kid. So, hot. Abby started to twitch, her writer's instinct was strong with this story.

"Don't mind Brandon, he's always this much of a dick. He can't help it though, he's inbreed."

[Aureity 3,055]

Alex dashed through the hallway on his way to second period. Physics...what room was it again? Oh, shoot. He had to pause for a second, skidding to a halt on the smooth floor, as he dug his schedule out of his overweight backpack. Oh, of course, he thought, angry at himself, as he gave the schedule a quick glance. How could I have forgotten? Glancing to his immediate left, he saw his Physics room, five feet from where he was, and rolled his eyes in frustration at his own stupidity. Quickly throwing his backpack over his shoulder, and staggering slightly from its weight, he shuffled into Physics class. Early this time, he thought triumphantly. Most of the seats were unfilled, and Alex decided to sit in the middle. Not too far back so that the teacher calls on me, but not so far to the front that the teacher can tell when I'm asleep.

 

As he waited for the other students to file into class, in a steady trickle, Alex once again took out his notebook, which housed his drawing of Fluttershy, and continued working on it. It would be more interesting than Physics, anyway, and Alex knew he'd get a hundred either way.

[MachineGunLola 408]

Brittany had fallen asleep, and when she woke up, realized she was late for her next class.

She jumped up and ran to her car- not remembering that her hair looked like shit.

School wasn't very far away, so she made it in less than ten minutes.

She jumped out of her car, locked it, and ran to the front desk.

"Hi- I'm late- I missed my alarm-"

"Name?"

"Brittany Hawthorn."

"Okay, here's your pass. Be careful next time!"

Brittany smiled and walked quickly to her next class- which happened to be math.

She sighed and opened the door to walk in.

People gave her odd stares- but she couldn't understand why.

She saw Emma,and ran to sit next to her.

"Em, why are people looking at me funny?"

"Um.. You better look in the mirror."

She handed her a compact, and Brittany opened it, and gasped.

Her eyeliner was smudged and her lipgloss was gone, her mascara had smudged as well, making her look like she had two black eyes.

Her hair was a total mess- frizzy and uncombed.

Brittany quickly pulled a cleaning cloth out of her purse and wiped her face clean.

better to have no makeup than shitty makeup.

Her hair- well, she brushed it and just pulled it back into a bun.

For now, it would do.

 

 

Maureena's next class was Photography.

She sat in a back seat, and stayed quiet.

The teacher came in and began showing some examples of good photography.

Maureena recognized those pictures.

They were hers!

"These photographs are examples of good photo's. You should take notes. These actually belong to a student in this classroom.

Maureena Hawthorn!"

Maureena blushed. She loved when she was praised for her art.

[Strong Hooves 289]

Brandon glared at Abby, "Oh because you know me so well?" he snapped at her. He turned to Dalton "Warning, she's a manhunter, watch you back because one minute shell be humping it" he said, smirking meanly at Abby. "Aside from that, she makes some pretty bullshit blogs whenshe doesn't even know the truth about shit."

[MasterCombine 316]

"Oh my God! You're the principal's son!?"

 

Dalton winced slightly as the orange-haired girl suddenly spoke up, shoving Brandon back into his chair. "Yeah," he sighed, "that's me." He stifled a chuckle. Well, so what if some people know I'm the principal's kid? It's not like it's going to get printed in the school newspaper or anything. I don't even see why I should be embarrassed about it, really...

 

"Don't mind Brandon, he's always this much of a dick. He can't help it though, he's inbred," The girl continued.

 

"Is that so?" Dalton said, smirking. "He doesn't seem that bad to me. Poor guy's probably just grumpy that it's the first day of school." He shot a friendly, mocking glance at Brandon. "I would be, too. I bet this town's rocking during the summer. Back where I'm from, we didn't have a beach or anything." Dalton glanced briefly out a nearby window. He had to make time to visit the shore, eventually. He turned back to Abby, eying her for a moment before raising an eyebrow and smiling. "Anyway, if you didn't catch it before, I'm Dalton. And you might be...?"

 

"Oh because you know me so well?" Brandon suddenly snapped at the girl. He turned to Dalton. "Warning, she's a manhunter. Watch your back, because one minute she'll be humping it. Aside from that, she makes some pretty bullshit blogs when she doesn't even know the truth about shit."

 

Dalton grinned awkwardly. Well, they certainly seem like the best of pals. "A blog?" he asked, suddenly more curious.

Edited May 25, 2012 by MasterCombine

[Shankveld 4,949]

"Dalton?" Abby made a distasteful face, "that's hardly a fitting name. You need something sexier and more exotic like... Xavier!" Abby nodded to herself in approval. "My name is Abby. Abby Cat." Abby's pigtails danced around as she spun her head, she was very energetic. "Well it's obvious you're not from around here. You act more like the Pope's son. I saw the principal too, you look nothing alike! He looks like this fat little creepy sweaty man..." Abby quickly pulled out a sheet of paper from her backpack and scribbled down a doodle. She handed the piece of paper to Dalton. "Like that!"

 

 

 

 

[MasterCombine 316]

"I don't know, I'm pretty fond of Dalton." Dalton smirked. "But I appreciate the sentiment." The name had been his mother's idea, apparently. His biological parents had never bothered giving him one, as far as he knew. Sexy and exotic, though, huh? Well I won't object to that...

 

"My name is Abby. Abby Cat." The girl bounced around energetically in her seat as she spoke. "Well it's obvious you're not from around here. You act more like the Pope's son. I saw the principal too, you look nothing alike! He looks like this fat little creepy sweaty man..." Abby sketched something out quickly on a piece of paper and handed it to him. "Like that!"

 

Eying the paper with amusement, Dalton chuckled. "Hey, watch it, that's my dad you're talking about." He was only teasing, of course. "And this looks nothing like him." He tossed the piece of paper back onto the counter with a quiet laugh. "But there's a reason we don't look much alike." Dalton left it at that. He didn't much enjoy talking about his adopted status. Before Abby could respond to that, he changed the subject. "The Pope's son, eh? What, this place have a tendency to twist and corrupt, or something?" He glanced back and forth between Abby and Brandon. "Anyway, what do you guys do for fun around here? You've gotta have some nice clubs, bars, all that stuff. Not to mention the beach, of course."

 

The teacher went on talking, sketching out several graphs of complex mathematical equations on the board, too absorbed in his lecturing to notice their chatting.

Edited May 25, 2012 by MasterCombine

[Aureity 3,055]

Alex spent the entire Physics class doodling Fluttershy. It was amazing how quickly time passed when he wasn't bored. Time flies when you're having fun...or something like that, he thought, as he erased and redrew what he saw as a miniscule imperfection in Fluttershy's tail. He glanced up at the chalkboard that the teacher had been lecturing on for eighty minutes, and was relieved to realize that he knew what the formulas and equations meant. Thank god for prestudying.

 

"These formulas don't even make sense," one student was complaining to another behind Alex. "How the heck do we determine gravity from this...?"

 

"I don't know, man. This is crap." his friend answered.

 

Alex simply smirked and continued collecting his papers and throwing them back into his backpack. If school was this easy, he might have time to take up the captaincy of the League of Legends team, too. "English 11, " he announced dully to himself as he left the physics classroom, and the confused students still inside. "What a waste of time. They should really just stop at grade 6." He glanced instinctively behind him to make sure no one heard--with his luck, a teacher would be right behind him.

 

He turned right across the hallway towards his English class in a nonchalant mood, math and Starcraft floating in his thoughts. He could almost imagine going home and relaxing with a nice game matchup. If the torrent would finish downloading, anyway. School hadn't been so bad so far, just a little boring. But sleep always helped with that.

 

I wonder how the clubs are doing, he thought, his mind drifting off as he turned his feet to autopilot, allowing them to subconsciously direct him to his classroom. Hopefully that new freshman Chris Kang can carry the math team, cause we were kind of depending on Daniel Wong. And I really hope Videh Gopalan isn't as bad at chess as he is at bio. It was thoughts like this that occupied his mind, to the point where he forgot to look ahead of him.

 

"Watch it, punk!" snarled a voice from in front of him. Alex looked up to see a lanky, tall-looking brute glaring at him. Oh, shi-He didn't even have time to finish his mental curse before he was lifted off of the ground by the bully and slammed into a locker with a deafening thud. His glasses fell to the floor with a thonk. Anger welled up inside of him. Why did this always happen to HIM? Before he even realized what he was about to do, he was charging at the bully, fists flying. "Not this year!" he screamed.

 

Well. That didn't work out very well. Parrying five of Alex's unsuccessful attempts at injury, the bully simply laughed before shoving him headfirst into the bathroom. "Nerd," he called out tauntingly as he left with a swagger, making sure to step on Alex's discarded glasses as he went. Crunch.

 

Alex lay there for a while, seething with anger, as he blindly rummaged around the ground to find his broken glasses, before picking them up. As he put them on, he realized just how badly damaged they were. He couldn't see the number plaques on the sides of any of the doors. Which meant he had no idea which room his English class was. Dammit, why didn't I take Braille classes last year?

[Doctor XFizzle 8,669]

Academy security guard Scott Harkness was resting in the teacher's lounge with a donut in his left hand and a newspaper in his right. Harkness scanned the paper for any interesting article. Just as his eyes caught the headline "Scientists testing medical treatment for memory loss" a panicked teacher rushed into the lounge.

 

"Scott!! Where have you been?!? There's been two fights already today!!"

 

"Alright, alright. I'm on it."

 

"It's too late, they're already over!"

 

"Well what do you want me to do about it now? Jump in my time machine?" Harkness clutched the walkie-talkie from his belt. "Setting coordinates to one hour ago. Bleep bleep bloop. Oh sorry, this travel back in time isn't realistically possible."

 

"Why are you even here if you're not even around to do your job?" barked the teacher.

 

"Hey, if two meatheads want to scrap in the halls, that's their issue. I work for the school, therefore my priority is to protect the institution from the meatheads. These kids need to learn to defend themselves from themselves."

 

"I can't believe you!" blurted the teacher before storming out of the lounge.

 

Harkness glanced back at his newspaper but forgot what article he was about to read before getting interrupted. Instead, he finished the remnants of his donut and exited the lounge.

[Strong Hooves 289]

Brandon sighed and put on his headphones, turning his music up as he copied and solved the math problems on the board. He finished these questions with ease, being the first to be done. He took out another sheet of paper, but instead of words, there were musical notes.

 

Brandon went to work continuing writing down more notes, stringing them together to make a song. He did this in his past time, this was the latest of the last few he had created. It was a piece that was to be played on an acoustic guitar, but he had other pieces made for piano as well.

 

He left Dalton and Abby to their conversation, not really caring at this point what was being said.

[Shankveld 4,949]

Abby leaned back in her seat with a smug grin, "more like survival skills, and you better pick em up quickly." Abby eyed Brandon, "lots of stuff. Why don't you come to the beach with me and my friend after school today? Since you won't shut up about the place." Abby smiled sweetly, she could look pretty attractive when she wanted to. "You wouldn't pass up a chance to see two girls in bikinis, would you? Unless you're gay or something." Abby winked playfully at Dalton. The bell run and class ended, "anyway, if you wanna go. Meet me outside the front of the school after fourth." Abby got up form her seat and smacked Brandon over the head with her laptop bag, knocking his headphones out. "You really are so rude, go crawl back into the diseased infected vagina you crawled out of."

 

Abby pulled out her cell phone and began to text Maureena.

 

Beach after school! Got the hot new guy to come!

 

Abby had a habit of walking and texting. This time making her bump into Carlos. "Ouch!" Abby exclaimed seeing who she had hit, "oh it's you." Abby rolled her eyes. "What do you w-actually what are you doing tonight?" Abby batted her eyes cutely. "A couple of us are going to the beach after school, you should totally come." Abby leaned in closely to Carlos blushing a bit.

 

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Suddenly Alex felt a large hand warm his shoulder. Alex turned to see a middle-aged man hovering over him, "young man." Mr. Clark noticed the slight fear quiver in Alex's eyes, "uh! I'm sorry! I should've introduced myself. I'm the new principal, Mr. Clark." Mr. Clark smiled, "you're bleeding son. I couldn't help, but notice. What class do you have now? I'll sign you out. I'd like to speak in my office." Mr. Clark put his hand on Alex's back and guided him to the office.

 

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Mrs. Clark, a house wife, sat bored in her big empty class. She starred miserably at a happy family portrait taken ten years ago, "things were so simple back then." Mrs. Clark looked down at her cell phone, "my babies." She began to text. She sent Both Emily and Dalton a text.

 

To : Emily

 

Hi honey, how's everything going? Hope all is well? Are your teachers nice? What's your father doing? Check on it for me please!!! Love you.

 

To: Dalton

 

Hi baby, mommy misses you. How is school everything going fine? Can't wait to see you safe and sound at home. Love you.

Edited May 25, 2012 by Shankveld

[SuperTheAwesome 199]

Emily finally made it to the Biology lab... and completely missed the class. What is Pa going to say? She thought to herself, looking around. She decided to head towards he next class, English. "Let's not get lost this time!" She said quietly, running off to where she thought the class was. She founded quicker this time.

 

"You're late!" The English teacher, Daniel Bates, said calmly. Emily walked up to him and whispered something into his ear.

 

"Sorry, I've been having a horrible first day!"

 

"It's fine, just find a seat." Mr. Bates said in the same tone. Emily found a seat near the middle, but a bit closer to the front. Why did all the other girls sit in front? They seemed to be just staring at the teacher... why? They obviously weren't interested in what he was teaching. They were interested in him!

 

(I hope you don't mind that a took over Bates a bit. I wanted to catch up with the rest of the RP.

 

EDIT: Ninja Shank is at it again! Shall we pretend this post was before Shank's?)

Edited May 25, 2012 by Eximius Terribilis

[MachineGunLola 408]

Maureena's phone vibrated. A text from Abby.

She smiled.

 

Of course! Should I bring the booze? And the smokes? The special kind? ;]

 

She closed her phone and walked to the parking lot. Classes were over for the day and she wanted to go get ready for the beach.

She looked for her sister, and when she saw her, walked to the car and got in.

 

Brittany sighed as Maureena got in the car.

"You smell like smoke. Don't you use perfume?"

Maureena shook her head.

Brittany shrugged and sprayed her cotton candy body mist, making Maureena choke.

"Watch it, bitch!" Maureena said angrily.

"What did you just call me?"

"I said bitch!"

"Maur, if you're gonna act like that, you can get the fuck out of my car."

Maureena glared, but stayed where she was.

"Whatever, let's just go home." Brittany said in disgust.

She had plans for tonight.

Emma, Vicky, Caleb, Damon and a few others were going to the beach later.

She would not let Maureena ruin it.

Edited May 25, 2012 by MachineGunLola

[Twiliscael 3,960]

About halfway through fashion, Tony's phone beeped. He pulled it out, making sure everyone but the teacher was aware that he had his phone in class, and read the text message.

 

From: Brian G.

Yo bro theres a party or sumthing at the beach tonight. After football practice, we gotta go. Most of the team's going. Ya know get some bitches, right?

[Reply?]

 

Tony excitedly thought "At least SOMETHING good's happening today." He spent the rest of his fashion class (which was surprisingly sort of kind of not really interesting) wondering how he could succeed in school without really trying. As the bell rang, he knocked over some shortish girl who was in his way.

[Aureity 3,055]

Suddenly Alex felt a large hand warm his shoulder. Alex turned to see a middle-aged man hovering over him, "young man." Mr. Clark noticed the slight fear quiver in Alex's eyes, "uh! I'm sorry! I should've introduced myself. I'm the new principal, Mr. Clark." Mr. Clark smiled, "you're bleeding son. I couldn't help, but notice. What class do you have now? I'll sign you out. I'd like to speak in my office." Mr. Clark put his hand on Alex's back and guided him to the office.

 

I'm bleeding? You don't say, thought Alex sarcastically as the principal guided him in the general direction of what Alex assumed was his office.

"I'm supposed to be in English 11, sir," Alex said. "Erm...my class should be over there somewhere..." he pointed vaguely northwest, his broken glasses obscuring his vision.

Wonderful, he thought glumly as he followed the principal. First day in school and already I've gotten bored to death, beaten up, and now have to go visit the principal's office. This day gets better and better."

[MasterCombine 316]

"Why don't you come to the beach with me and my friend after school today? Since you won't shut up about the place," Abby asked, smiling sweetly at Dalton. "You wouldn't pass up a chance to see two girls in bikinis, would you? Unless you're gay or something. Anyway, if you wanna go, meet me outside the front of the school after fourth." Before Dalton could respond, Abby winked playfully at him and walked off, just as the bell rang. She batted Brandon over the head and whispered something to him, but Dalton couldn't make out what it was.

 

He smiled and shook his head slightly, before gathering up his stuff and picking up his backpack again. "No. No I would not pass that up," he chuckled under his breath. Hell, so much for having a bad first day. Things were looking decidedly better. Dalton shuffled past Brandon and patted him on the back. "See ya, man," he said with a laugh. "I don't know what that chick's problem is with you, but hey, who I am I to say 'no' to an offer like that?" He followed the other students out of the room, fishing out his schedule for the final time as he did so. Alright, Sociology. Room 237. As he descended the stairs back to the ground floor, Dalton's phone buzzed. It was a text from his mother:

 

Hi baby, mommy misses you. How is school everything going fine? Can't wait to see you safe and sound at home. Love you.

 

Dalton grinned slightly and answered back, punching in a reply as he made his way to the next class:

 

All's good, mom. Love u too. Still got one more class. Gonna hang out with some new friends for a bit after school, but i'll be home this evening.

 

He punched "send" and slipped his phone back into his pocket, finally arriving at the Sociology room. He shuffled inside, actually a few minutes early, and dropped his stuff near a seat in the third row. A middle-aged woman sat behind the teacher's desk, paying little heed to the students entering her classroom.

 

Dalton ran his fingers through his hair and leaned back casually in his seat,waiting for the class to start. He didn't like the prospect of lying to his mom too often, but he would if he had to. He expected that "I'm going to go hang out with some girls at the beach after school" might raise a few questions from her. Then again, maybe she'd find it nice that he was making friends already. Dalton shrugged and leaned back in his chair further still, simply waiting.