Typical High [[ ROLEPLAY ]]

Though she knew there would be a huge line to check in, she decided to wait near a bench. Eventually, the huge crowd would clear up, and she'd be able to get in. It was surprising seeing people actually want to go in to the school.

James peeked at the watch around his wrist. 15 minutes. He had exactly 15 minutes until his first class of the day started. He looked down at the students flooding into the school building below him (he's hanging out on the roof~ ) and brought the spliff he had been smoking up to his mouth, inhaling in a large breath of smoke before exhaling it into the warm air of the outdoors.

Nev approached the familiar school, letting out a sigh. Nothing has changed at all since he first came here several years ago. He entered the school, staring at the students running about.

Charlie started walking towards school. He wanted to see the new 9th graders coming in. More cute girls.. he thought. He continued walking, and when he arrived, there was a large amount of crowds. He decided to hang out by a tree.

(Katrina's already checked in and is at her locker.)

Katrina brushed a piece of her turquoise hair out of her face, and smiled at a few students as she walked to her locker. When she reached it, she swiftly dialled in the combination, and it opened like a charm. She set her books and bag down inside, arranging it neatly and orderly. She pulled the small, purple mirror out of her bag and stuck it inside her locker. She ruffled her blue hair, then quickly re-opened her bag, taking out her eyedrops. She used them on her violet eye, and tried to ignore the irritation as she quickly added one to her blue eye, too. When she was done, she stared down at her watch. "Still some time left." She mumbled to herself. However, she still decided to carry around her math text book with her, just in case she lost track of time and was late. So, she slammed her locker door closed, and adjusted her violent, ruffled shirt before pulling it down over the brown belt that held her skinny jeans in place. She tied the shoe laces of her black, studded boots, then quickly made her way down the hall, smiling to some ninth graders that looked nervous.

{She's grade 10 btw.}

The heels of Fay's shoes clicked against the linoleum floor as she sashayed through the hall, pushing through the mass of students. Noticing someone familiar from last year, she stopped and waved. "Hey, Katrina." She said, brushing her hair out of her face in a futile attempt to look a bit less scruffy. Katrina was so beautiful, at least in Fay's opinion. "How have you been over the summer?"

Katrina jumped a bit when Fay spoke to her. "Oh, hi Fay!" She said cheerfully, smiling as she waved at Fay. "Oh, my Summer's been great! I went to Florida for three weeks and re-dyed my hair so the colour wouldn't look faded. How was yours?" Katrina smiled at Fay, waving to a few girls from last year as they passed by in the halls.

After struggling through the crowds for about 5 minutes or so, Nev found a place to sit near his first class. He took out his phone and sent a text to his friend, Charlie. It wasn't a huge and important text, just a simple "Hey, where are you right now?" is all he sent.

//Woops sorry that rly sucked

"I mostly spent the summer at home, but I managed to get into a concert for a band I like." Fay said, still smiling. "Think we'll be in a few classes together again? I totally forgot what I have first today." She started laughing, thinking that she sounded really stupid.

"Oh, that's cool!" Katrina exclaimed, clasping her hands together. "Let's compare schedules!" Katrina smiled, opening her textbook and taking the blue, folded schedule out. "Hmm..I have Math now, at first period.." She trailed off. "How about you?"

After examining some of the new 9th graders, he felt his phone vibrating. He took it out, and saw that he recieved a text from Nev. He replied back, "I'm by the tree near the front gate. If you look beyong the infinite number of crowds then you may be able to find me."

"Science. Oh well." Fay sighed, rummaging through her bag for her schedule. "Maybe we'll have something together later. I guess I have to go now. See you!" She ran off, half stumbling over her high heels.

Nev read the reply Charlie had sent, rolling his eyes slightly. "You do know classes start in less than a few minutes, right?" his thumbs typed before pressing the send button. After sending the text, he looked up to see the hallways clearing up a bit.

Charlie got the message. He started to text, "I don't really care. History first thing in the morning doesn't really go for me." Then, as he sent the message, he stood up at started to walk towards class.

Nev frowned a bit, and put his phone back in his pocket. He got up, and proceeded to go to his first class.

It was a long night after graffiting the walls and egging houses for Carol. She slid back to the wall before entering, covered her tattoo with her backpack sleeve, put on her big, huge glasses and stepped in. NO ONE could know she was a rebel. Preps started whispering and giggling. Carol chuckled, and opened her locker. She got out her survey papers. Every year, she surveys people about their summer. The first person she saw was walking away. She rushed over to him. (Nev)

"Hi! Would you like to take a survey? Best answer could be featured on the Principles Hall of Fame!"

*FREAKING FLOOD CONTROL*

As he arrived to class, he noticed that there was only 1 minute left until class starts. He chose a desk to sit at, and then started to look at some of his classmates.

Alicia slowly got up, letting out a huff once she could get a better view. The crowd had cleared up quicker than she would've thought. She decided to quickly rush in to the school, which revealed a line with about 9 people. New security? Awesome. she thought. The line cleared up within two minutes, and finally it was her turn, people standing behind her.

"Uh, Alicia Soto, m'am. Senior." she told the woman. She signaled with her thumb to go to the right side of the hall. Alicia followed her instructions, even though she already knew what to do, being a senior.

((Sorry im just going off what its like in my sisters school idk))

Fay slid into a chair, fiddling with one of her earrings. A couple of girls in the back started whispering and giggling at one of the other girls, who made a fail attempt at hiding her face in her textbook. Fay kept her mouth shut, but found the ordeal vaguely amusing. That girl really didn't know how to handle stupid people. The teacher was running late, so she sat back in her chair and stared up a the ceiling.

James brought the joint from his face, allowing it to hang by his side from his hand. He fumbled through one of his pockets with his free hand, digging around until he felt his phone and flipped it out. He was beginning to get bored of being by himself and decided to invite someone to accompany him in smoking and possibly ditching a couple of classes. He thumbed through his contacts list, stopping at Alicia and hesitating for a moment before finally typing out a text message to her and sending it.
He slipped his phone back into its original place in his pocket and took another drag from the spliff. He was sure she would show up eventually—all that he had to do now was wait a while.

Once she got through the hallway, she saw her locker near the janitor's room.  She stopped near it and jumped slightly once she felt a buzz in her back pocket.  Realizing it was her phone, she quickly swiped it from her pocket and read the notification.  It was James, inviting her up to the roof for "some business."  She replied back, "Sure. Can't stay too long, got math class today."

"B-bye.." Katrina frowned, but quickly returned to her preppy self. She ran to her Math class, just in time. She slipped into her seat, settling her textbook on the desk. She began to make small-chat with those around her.

The science teacher ran into the room after two straight minutes of nothing happening. He introduced himself as Mr. Sinclair, then got straight down to business. Fay didn't really pay attention. She stared intently at the girl two rows in front of her, thinking she needed to both lose some weight and wash her hair. Fay would never say anything like this out loud, but she thought things like this with some frequency. She attempted to use  the Force to collapse a pile of books on someone's desk, with zero results. Finally she just started staring at the clock. Just another half hour... she thought, holding back a yawn.