without turning around, "get out my seat commoner" he tightens his tie "get back to the job they over pay you for. anyone know who the feeild marshel was then?"

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without turning around, "get out my seat commoner" he tightens his tie "get back to the job they over pay you for. anyone know who the feeild marshel was then?"

PJ smirked lightly. "Oh Charles you always were such a grouch, or is it you will be a grouch? Who can tell, I know I can't." He said with a chuckle. "And do you mean the job I have done already, unlike you?" He added with a smirk, crossing his arms and leaning back on the man's desk.

Joey sighed in relief as it seemed the teacher had left him alone for now. Glad that's over with He thought as he leaned back in his seat.

Alexander was still sitting in a corner instead of a desk. He seemed to be in his own world so he hadn't really payed any attention to the yelling or lessons. He was still trying to figure things out.

(In the science room)
Ethan continued to sit quietly and still hadn't bothered to talk to anyone. He simply sat there, looking out the window.

Ace looked around the room. He was starting to grow bored and needed some entertainment. He thought about running around the room for no apparent reason, but wasn't sure if the science teacher would approve of it. Instead, he grabbed a pencil and began drawing loudly on his desk, being the idiot he is sometimes. He was smiling his usual goofy smile.

Ethan's ears twitched at sound of a screeching pencil and turned his attention to the dog-boy. "Will you stop that?" He asked in annoyance.

Ace looked at the one in the back of the room. "No, I'm bored." He continued scraping the pencil across the desk. He reminds me of Larry somehow.
((Larry isn't in this, but if you're wondering who he is. He is a neko who happens to be best friends with Ace.))

Bariq was about to say something about the pencil when another student spoke up, but it didn't seem to help anything. He wondered how they were able to do that, considering they were a dog, and his own pet wasn't enjoying the sound. and started making a gruesome noise. He spoke above it, "Ace, was it? I do have things to do, though I'm not starting any actual class today. There are plenty of extra credit assignments you can do. Or you can continue to do what you're doing, just please stop the scratching." Most were just word finds, but there were various other papers they could choose.

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While Frans knew where he belonged, and how to get there, he wasn't in any rush. He arrived late, which was a mistake on his part, but he was so late he felt it didn't really matter. Eventually he walked into art class and noticed only one other person there. They wouldn't be doing much, not that they would anyway in an art class. He walked in, adn without a word, sat down.

Ace stopped drawing on the desk reluctantly. "Sorry, but can I at least be in my dog form for awhile?" He looked at the teacher with puppy-dog eyes. "Please?"
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Still a bat and invisible, Deon paced around in the hallway, hoping to find a nice human. However, he would need get Price alone to take this into action. I guess I should wait until I see students piling into the hallway where I'm at. Then once the hall has cleared and Price is alone, I will finally get that demon of his. He grinned as he continued to think this through.
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Price had gone into a daze about the one dream he never achieved. This was one way to cure is boredom. He also thought of leaving the room to grab his guitar and actually sent this thought to the teacher.

"Sure." Since everything that posed a hazard was locked in the back room, and nothing was going on, he didn't see a problem with it. At least, it was better than upsetting Ali.
Bariq jumped a bit when he received the thought. He had spent a few months without people who had his ability, and would need to get used to it again. "Yeah, let me write you a pass." He scribbled something on a notepad and handed it to the kid as he came up. The only reason he even bothered writing it was a precaution against a certain teacher.

"look, i dont know your name. i dont want to know your name. but, yohu may be the 'king' of the traash, but im in charge in the classroom. kapesh? now who knows what guns they used?"

Seth, annoyed with the teacher, shook his head. When the other girl came in, he watched as the teacher bothers her this time. The girl was touching Katherin again, this time on the hair. It was a little amusing to watch, especially since Katherin doesn't seem to care. He leaned on the desk and placed his chin on his hand, bored, after the two stopped arguing and the other girl left.

PJ chuckled. "King of trash? I like the sound of that." He said in a joking tone before he raised his hand. "Oh I know Charles! Pick me please!" He said with a slight laugh in his tone as he looked over the kids in the class with his uncovered eye, a glimmer of kindness sitting in it.

"god i hate this school"

"But we all love you Charles." PJ said with a laugh as he stood from the desk. "Now kids one of the main weapons used by British soldiers in the trenches during WWI was the bolt-action rifle. fifth teen rounds could be fired in a minute and a person 1,400 metres away could be killed by this gun." He said as he made the gesture of holding a rifle up to his eye.

After art, Conner stood outside his locker with his hand behind his head, bored. He was too used to his schedule being absolutely filled to the brim with activity, and so the period in-between classes made him restless.

-- Kiba would wander the halls, looking for joey.--

Conner waved to Kiba. He hadn't really met anyone new yet, since he had to admit he wasn't the best at talking to people. He had friends, but they where all average humans who went to a different highschool.

-- Kiba would smile and wave before bumping into a door.--

He jumped up. "Woah, are you okay?"

-- Yes , how very stupid of me.--

-- Kiba looked into the boys eyes.--

Conner backed up a little bit, putting space between them. "Uh, hi. I'm Conner Reinsberg...and you are?"