Bubbles got to school just as the second bell rang for form class

Alina went into her first class for the day.

Akira walked into his class and plopped down on his chair, scribbling on his hand with a sharpie.

Blaze scrambled into form class, only bringing a pencil case to the room as he sat next to Charlotte. "Yo." He said in a slight mutter as the roll was called out.

Mac lay in his bed wondering what to do. He decided to go and have breakfast, then go to the park to think.

"Hey, I'm sorry about last night and this morning" she said as the roll calling finished

"What do you mean?" Blaze said, raising his voice as he subtly scratched his head.

" I think I offended you this morning and just turning up at your frontstep last night" she said

"Nah." Blaze said as he began picking at the carpet below him, "Not at all."

Alina sat in her first class looking a bit bored..

Mac woke up, and climbed out his window, and dropped. He landed softly, and started walking. He was going to the park.

" I wonder how Mac is this morning" Charlotte whispered to Blaze

Alina glanced out of the window, deep in thought.

"He's late - again." He replied as he stopped picking at the carpet and let out a soft sigh.

"I don't think he's coming today Blaze" she said softly

Alina suddenly had a strange headache while she is in class.

Vincent saw the headache stricken girl, he decided to sit next to her, "You all right?"

Alina heard him and said "It's just my head, it suddenly hurts" massaging her temples.

It was a nice afternoon in school, and Lenny was pulling through PreCalc. His chin in his left hand, he looked sullenly at the teacher, Mr. Hasseln, tapping his red No. 2 pencil on his notebook page. On the paper were a few complex formulas, all of which Lennon could not understand. He yawned and, dropping his pencil, ran his right hand over his hair. Then, catching his pencil before it rolled off his desk, he slumped his shoulders and continued watching his teacher.

"Lennon Michaels, are you listening?" Mr. Hasseln barked, beating his chalk against his blackboard, causing dust to poof off the wall. He always had insisted on using and keeping his blackboard, even though the dust made him sneeze and cough.

Lenny trailed his pale green eyes up to meet Mr. Hasseln's near-black ones, evidently unsurprised. "Heer ya jus' fine, sair," Lenny drawled in a fake Southern accent. Some girls in the back of the classroom giggled, but were silenced by Mr. Hasseln's menacing stare.

"Any more of that, young man, and you'll get one of those lil' yellow slips over yonder," the teacher barked, gesturing wildly towards a stack of detention slips.

Lenny smiled mischieviously, and reached into his backpack. When his hand came out, clutched in his fingers were a horde of yellow detention slips.

Mr. Hasseln was surprised and speechless. "Why, you--"

The bell rang: DING DING!!!

Students stood up and rushed for the door. Lenny threw the slips into the air, generally increasing the chaos. He grinned, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and made quickly for the door.

"Saved by the bell," he murmured to himself, and walked quickly toward the classroom of his next class: English.

Bubbles packed her stuff up and walked out into the hallway and waited for blaze.

(My character currently having a headache so I wonder who will talk to her)

(Wait for Andor and pris)

He sat there and rubbed his head. "What am I doing?" He asked himself.

Rosemarie raced n the school gates. She had missed half the day already. Her bruises had only just stopped hurting when she was issued new ones. There were bruises all the way down her arms and legs and a large bruise on her abdomen.

She raced into the classroom; English. The only class other than music that she liked. She sat at the back of the classroom and raised her hood to cover her features, waiting for the class to start.

Akira eyed the girl, who seemed to be suffering from a headache, and the boy who had just approached her-- despite seeming fine earlier, she seemed to be having a headache. He started to mull over what could have caused it, but then the bell had rung, and he had soon lost his train of thought. He proceeded to walk over to her, as who knows if she needed any help, and held out his hand.

"Do you need any help?"