Rayleigh walked down the halls of the school, his backpack filled with posters to proclaim the book club meeting times. He stopped at one of the cork boards, standing on tiptoes to tack up the poster. He shoved the thumbtacks in, paused and pulled them back out to straighten it up. There that was better, nice and straight. He nodded.
Rayleigh walked down the hall looking for the next cork board, a few more posters and he was sure he would have more interest in the book club, and friends to watch movies with and talk how the books are so much better.
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Ryder was coming out of a classroom late, having stayed after for a little while to get a head start on some homework while using the reference books in the class. He knew that his textbook wouldn't have all of the info he needed, so this was a better way to make sure he didn't end up missing something. The teacher had dubiously let him listen to his thrashy metal while he did so, keeping an eye on him only to see that he had no intention of doing anything other than what he said he would...much to their surprise. He was used to people making those kind of assumptions, so it didn't bother him too much.