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 Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 11:33 am
She smiled. "Perfect! I'm not too god at science myself. I rock at geography and English. I've just always been really good."
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 3:49 pm
James was now in his geography, "Why do we have to learn about stuff we won't NEED?" he asked, in a whisper.
Shayla, who seemed to have all her classes except the first, smiled, "Because, they like making our lives miserable." it was a bit sarcastic, and James laughed a bit.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 5:45 pm
Shadow murred a bit, giving her a smile, "Ok, now let's just get done with this class, so we can get to lunch." He chuckled and nuzzled into her a bit, giving her another kiss on the cheek before the teacher walked in.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 6:55 pm
James just sat there, waiting for class to be over, "lalala..." he murmured.
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 7:41 pm
Name: Wicke Quema Age: 17 Grade you are in: Sophomore Little info About you: After moving from an entirely new country, Wicke had to start over after an incredible freshman year with lots of new friends. He picked up the language quickly, but struggles with understanding how to act around everyone else. He is a quick learner but can sometimes struggle to get along with others. Pic if available: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6323739
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Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 7:59 pm
Wicke stood still, facing the school grounds. He was completely parallel to the school gates and dared not make a step further. He gulped, took one step, froze and then proceeded to walk towards the front entrance. He slung his small backpack over his shoulder, (it was complete with paper, pencils, pens and other common materials. No textbooks or assigned materials.) He walked to the main office and waited to receive his new schedule. Anxious, the moment it was handed to him, he snatched at it quickly and skimmed through it to see what was in store for him.
Pre-Calculus: Westbrook
History: Clara-Jean
Band: Ms. Calliote
Physics: VanHough
Literature: Lorensa
Lunch
HOPE: Woodward
It was near perfect. It was a shame that the school was so small and didn't offer some of the courses in his other school. He took off. It was currently fourth period, but before he could move, the bell struck and floods of people crowded the hallways.
He walked towards Lorensa's (male or female, he couldn't tell,) class. Before he made it he made it in, he was stopped by the teacher. Almost as if by nature, he bowed his head and met his forehead with her empty hand shake. Embarrassed, he look up and said hello and handed her his schedule before taking a secluded seat.
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