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"Truce" She agreed while taking his hand. She laughed slightly at what they must have looked like to others. Using Edwards hand she pulled herself into a sitting position. "How long have you been comming here?" She asked him while looking into his eyes.

"Well, you are in luck." Missy said to him. "This is my second year here, and it is great that you are making friends. Loard knows you need them here." She said then for some unknown reason she set the pizza box on fire. She quickly stopped it, slightly ashamed that she used her power for something that silly. She knew that this would take its toll on her later. If she used her power to much it would cause bad side effects.

"I can controll the elements." Missy said while smiling. "I dont like to use it though. I normaly pass out if i use it to much." She said to him.

"I guess it is, but not when i pass out." She said weakly. She could feel the tiredness come to her. She noticed that he moved closer so she laied her head on his sholder. "I hope this doesnt bother you." She said to him while moving her head slightly to look at him.

Missy laughed at his attempts of being cool with it. "You are a really bad liar." She said while sitting up. She grabbed her guitar and used it to prop herself up. "So, what else is there to know about Edward?" Missy asked while looking at him with her head tilted. She probably look dorky but she didnt care.

"I like... Well i like when the sky turns that greenish-blue color. I can show you if you want." She said while looking at him. She tried nott o laugh at the orange comment. "Are you always this random?" She asked him.

Gentle footsteps echoed in the hall. A thin figure gracefully walked down it, looking for the proper room. Although glided would seem to fit the movement more. A messenger bag was slung over her shoulder and a keyboard carefully tucked under her arm. Unfortunately, she had her eyes closed while walking. It seemed that if you gave her some Chopin or another great classical composer to listen to, she'd become lost in her own thoughts. Which would soon put her in a predicament. Throwing a small spin into her walk was out of character but, no one was around to see this so she was fine. Or at least she had thought so.

Turning a corner, her eyes flashed open. Grey orbs widened slightly at the sight of a boy. Merely feet, if not less, away from him she barely managed to get out of the way. Side stepping him, the teen quickly turned on her heel and hugged the keyboard to her chest. Gripping it tightly, she prepared herself for the collision with the wall. As soon as her back had contact with it, she cringed slightly letting the motion roll through her body. It was something she had learned the hard way. When it comes to taking a hit, don't try and go against it. Roll with it and you'll take less damage. A groan escaped her lips and she closed her eyes.

It was just like her. You couldn't expect anything less from Monique Charmayne Brézé. The most prized possession she currently owned was her precious keyboard. The one item she had fought to take with her even though her parents said the school had to have at least one piano somewhere. No, she wouldn't settle for something like that though. Sliding down the wall, her headphones slipped off her ears and she kept her eyes closed. The dark-haired teen grumbled something in French. If she didn't know how to keep her cool, the angry French wouldn't of sounded in anyway slightly beautiful. The string of harsh words (mostly directed at herself) wouldn't hint anything.

Just like that though, her eyes shot open. Grey orbs zeroed in on the boy who had pretty much caused this. Narrowing them slightly, she wondered if he was a 'special' student. Realizing what she was doing, she Mo sighed heavily before blinking slightly. Loosening her grip on the instrument, a hand snaked into her pocket and turned off the music. So it was offical. Walking down a hall at some psycho school like this while getting lost in the music was dangerous. VERY dangerous... Cocking her head to a side, she looked the boy over once more. This time though, her eyes were curious. Whatever happened next would be because of him. Not her.

Israel was simply wandering the halls alone, glad to have a decent amount of alone time to himself. He observed many rooms whos doors had been left open as he traveled down the hall and inspected them faintly, trying to make sense of some of the items in them that may have been made specifically for the special students.

Rounding a corner, he thought he heard a faint sound ahead, but he shrugged and assumed he was alone in the halls. That's when he had to stop suddenly in mid-step to prevent himself from crashing into a figure that was walking -more like dancing- his way. His green eyes watched cautiously and he noticed how smoothly the girl -for she was in fact female- changed her steping, flowing gracefully out of his way before coming to a soft crash against the wall, ending up sitting on the ground holding tightly onto what looked like a keyboard.

Instantly, Israel went to her aide, holding out a hand to the girl as he saw her snap back to reality. Whether she was a special student, he did not know. Simply by habit, and strong teachings from his father, he went to her side as a gentleman, his green eyes looking at the teenage girl with concern and slightl embarassment.

"I'm sorry, I should have moved out of the way. Are you okay?"