Terry smirked at Pen's comment. This was going to be a long day if they were just looking at this dumb crap. Didn't they have more important things to research other than rocks? Like cancer? She rolled her eyes at the stupidity and examined. Every stereotype seemed to be here: the snobby rich kid, the tomboy, the class clown... The tom boy didn't seem like a bad person and neither did the girl with the colorful hair. She was unsure about the rest of them. Then again, who was she to label a stereotype on them without knowing them ? Of course, they had probably already labeled her within the first five minutes but she truly didn't know them all that well yet.

She brushed dark hair out of her face and put her hands in her pocket. Terraline couldn't help but wonder if anyone would notice if she walked off. She could go for some pizza or something. She had begun to zone out when the boy named Whitney spoke up.

"Before we begin, I would like to say that I think we all don't really want to put up with each other, so I think we should all agree to not speak to each other unless it's important or a way of getting away from this boring Hell were about to enter, agreed?" He had said rather commandingly. 

Terraline glanced at him and calmly stated, "No one seemed to have a problem with anyone up until you spoke. We're all irritated but we can make the decision whether or not we'd like to speak for ourselves. No one died and made you king. "