[color=00aeef][b]Beryl[/b][/color]
[sub]Lunch Time[/sub]
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The tick-tock of the clock filled Beryl's ears, the male teen dealing with the current problem as he awaited the lunch bell. Most subjects were not truly taxing for the albino, breezing by with an A or a B for most classes, and the occasional C dependent on his social life... Or lack thereof. The only class he 'stuggled' with was PE, since he would be wearing female gym clothes because of his albinism. For some reason, the teachers never really explained to the students why he wore it, but he guessed that they were confident in the students' deduction skills. They were wrong. The gym uniform only cemented the female image they had of him. Beryl shook his head to clear his thoughts, returning to the problem in order to be finished before the class ended.

As lunch started for Class B, Beryl saw Alex quickly bolt from the classroom before anyone could do anything about it. Huh, that's strange, where could he have gone off to? He didn't really care whether or not the boy was in the classroom with everyone else, but wasn't he supposed to be a class representative? Mentally shrugging, Beryl left his own desk to walk over to the back of the classroom as discreetly as he could, trying not to grab anyone's attention, but he probably did, and sat in the back left corner to eat alone. Well, he wont look to much into it. Less people in class meant more chances of solitude. He liked the quiet, with only his thoughts as his company. It helped him think, and sort out the clutter of happenings within the day. 

Beryl sat on the floor, back against the corner with knees pulled up to his chest, and looked at the bag that Genevieve had given him earlier. He wondered what happened to her. The albino was quite worried, having seen her run off before they would have entered the classroom. Despite the girl's propensity for misunderstanding and trouble, or rather because of it, the white-haired teen hoped that she would be okay, where ever she was. As he opened the bag, he was surprised to see a muffin inside, taking it out and bitting into it to find a symphony of flavors burst into his mouth... Maybe teaching Genevieve wouldn't be so bad after all, if he was able to eat stuff like this all the time.