High School Drama [OPEN]

[swordkitty]

Grace slipped into the near empty class and sat down, her stomach flipping anxiously. Sure, she was a sophomore now, but that didn't take away the stress of being surrounded by a sea of unfamiliar faces and wondering how evil your teachers would be. Last year, she'd had that annoying Mrs. Choma for Algebra. Seriously, the woman looked like a frog. Then again, there had been Mr. Halaw, with his goofy grin and his exaggerated sense of humor. She silently prayed she'd get him again.

Now more kids were filing in, but Grace didn't look up. Instead, she kept her head bowed, her eyes flickering up everytime the door opened to see if she recognized anyone. Not really. Her heart sank into her stomach, and she imagined it crushing through the tissue to slowly dissolve in hydrochloric acid. How unpleasant. Yet, somehow, she felt it was a better fate than this. She suddenly remembered that there were freshmen now; she wasn't the bottom of the food chain. She let out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding and sighed with relief.

The door opened and a man stepped in, smiling good-naturedly. "Hello, sophomores," he said pleasantly. "Welcome back to RiverStone High."

OOC

 

[Lessien]

Aimee Inman stepped into the classroom, turning heads although she said nothing. It wasn't her beauty or anything like that that made people stare, but her favorite outfit: a camouflage miniskirt, brown leggings, combat boots and a brown T-shirt with a man carrying a lantern and the first verse of "Stairway to Heaven" painted in gold. Her shoulder-legnth brown hair was pulled into braids, and she brushed her bangs out of her eyes.

Setting her black messenger bag on the floor, Aimee slid into a desk near the middle of the room and smiled back at the teacher as he entered.

 

[Ninjitsu14]

Jason Atkins walked into the room. He looked around for a place to sit, and noticing people were staring at him. He rolled his eyes. People always stared at him. they thought he was a demon.

His eyes were thin slits, making him appear to be squinting, but he could still see. through the thin lip between his eyelids were two large, purple colored eyes.

His mother had always told him that that was what set him apart from other children. But he wondered why people always made fun of him. Other people had blue, brown, hazel, or even green eyes. His were purple. that was why he always tried to squint. Despite this, he always tried to smile in imes where he wasn't doing so great. His mother had always said that smiling through the hard times made the good times better.

He was wearing a bright green shirt that said "I am not a model...I just look like one," on the front. He wore standard blue jeans, with a chain running from his left pocket to his back pocket. His messy brown hair flowed as he turned his head.

He lowered his gaze to a seat beside a girl that appeared to be his age. She appeared to be nervous. Jason's smile lowered into a scowl, which appeared to be quite menacing accompanied by his constant squinting. The last thing he wanted was to sit by some nervous girl who would be sweating it out the whole period.

Jason sighed silently to himself, and sat down, dropping his bag loudly to the floor. He directed his gaze to the floor, pretending to be interested in the tiny specks of dust and chinks in the tile floor rather than be interested in the people around him.

Th teacher walked in, and Jason raised his head, looking attentive. The teacher appeared cheery, which was a nice change from his first day last year. He wasn't nervous as a freshman, but his teachers were, and it showed. They went psycho when the freshmen first walked through their doors.

The teacher walked around, and began passing a syllabus out to the class. Of course, it didn't have the word syllabus on it, but Jason knew what it was.

"Hello, class. Can anyone tell me what the paper before you is?", he asked.

Predictable question.

Everyone turned, and began asking their neighbors if they knew what it was. Jason was suprised the girl next to him hadn't asked him yet.

"A syllabus.", Jason said. His voice sounded akward and loud amidst the chit-chat of the other students. His voice was suprisingly deep for his average build. He kept his squint, and nonchalant face plastered on his face.

"Correct, Mr....", the teacher began.

"Atkins. Jason Atkins.", Jason's voice muttered.

"Thank you, Mr. Atkins. Now, if everyone would look at the first page....", the teacher trailed off.

Jason noticed everyone was still staring at him, so Jason placed a horrible scowl on his face that made much of the kids recoil in fear. He returned his gaze down to his paper.

 

[XoxOjo]

Jezebel stormed into the classroom, angry because she was tardy for the first class of the new year. Being the new kid and knowing no one, she sat down in a desk beside a boy who was scowling at his desk. She threw down her black messenger bag, and pushed her dyed-black-with-white-streaks hair out of her face and took a paper which was passed to her. A syllabus.
As the teacher droned on and on, Jezebel doodled in her notebook.
She was interrupted by a girl walking past her desk and dropping a folded piece of paper onto her desk. Confused, Jezebel opened it. Inside was the word "EMO" in large letters and a crude drawing of Jezebel with a knife and blood everywhere. Jezebel felt hot tears springing into her eyes. She'd never gotten used to this, even though it had happened often at her old school. She crumpled it up, threw it in the general direction of the trash can, and returned to her drawing, silent tears splashing the page.

((I apologize for the length))

 

[murraylikespie]

Eric walked into his classroom and set his backpack on the ground along with his guitar which he always carried with him. it was in its case though. He had a Jimi Hendrix song stuck in his head and couldnt get it out so he had no idea what the teacher was saying, he saw a girl sitting next to him open a a note and start crying. He didnt like seeing people cry so he leaned over and said, "Hi, my name is Eric Matthews whats yours?"

(This is directed at you Jo)

 

[XoxOjo]

Jezebel turned to find a boy sitting next to her and introducing himself. This suprised her greatly, as her appearance caused most people to not talk to her. She wiped a tear away and smiled at the newcomer, apparently named Eric. "Hi. My name is Jezebel. Jezebel Adaire. Do you play the guitar?"

 

[murraylikespie]

Nope I just like to carry that thing around no idea how to play.

Haha I'm just kidding Ive been playing since I was 5, so 10 years I guess. Why are you crying, did something on that piece of paper upset you?

 

[swordkitty]

Grace blinked at her paper, absentmindedly doodling. She had that look again, the one Jenn always teased her about. "It's like you tune out of the planet." Maybe. If she was, she didn't really mind. She liked the feeling, forgetting everyone around you. She glanced sideways to see the "smart boy" who had known the syllabus almost instantly. She, however, saw no point in knowing the name. 'It's a schedule thing of what we're going to learn. Yippie.' She looked down at her paper to see she had drawn a chibi ninja poising with a lopsided sword. Sighing, she gently erased the edges and attemped to make the weapon look a little more realistic. Just a little.

 

[murraylikespie]

Why hello Eric, nice to have you back and talking in class on the first day.

Oh, hi Mr. Dunne, how are you doing today?

I'm fine, and I see that you are still carrying that guitar around, what do you plan on doing with it during the day anyway?

I'll play a song if you'd like.

The class laughed at this remark.

"No thats fine I dont need to hear you play that thing," Mr. Dunne scowled at Eric, he hated him, but Eric just looked at him smiling.

 

[Lessien]

Aimee stared at her syllabus for a few moments, reading it as the teacher preached his sermon on the Class Rules and Hall Passes and the School Tardy Policy. She finished reading long before the teacher finished his lecture, leaving her free to concentrate on more important matters.

Hey Keith, she wrote on a piece of notebook paper, you know what play we're gonna do this year?

She passed the note to a blond boy sitting next to her, then waited as he wrote back.

Nope, he wrote. I think some of the seniors want to do a more serious play this year, but I talked to some of the freshman last week, 'fore school started. Guess what they all want to do?

A musical?

Yep.

Ugh. Aimee rolled her eyes. Well, at least we know they won't wanna take over whatever play we decide to do.

Yeah, Keith wrote, and Hendrixson wouldn't let 'em do one, anyways. We did one last year.

None of 'em can sing, anyways.

Keith smiled. We'll talk more at lunch.

How about Drama class? What period do you have?

Fourth.

Oh. I have it next.

Talk to Hendrixon, will ya? Ask him what he's thought of so far.

Okie dokie.

Aimee stuffed the note into her binder before the teacher could see.

 

[Ninjitsu14]

Jason listened absentmindedly to Mr. Dunne preach his lecture to the class. He wasn't all that interested--it was the same thing every year. The teachers droned on and on all day about how "wonderfully super fantastical" the year was going to be, as the teacher's tried to leave out how extremely boring the class was really going to be.

Jason's eyes drifted downwards toward the paper the girl next to him was doodling on. The girl on his right was chatting with a rather loud boy who was talking about his guitar like it was his love interest. The girl on his left scowled at her paper, and doodled a short ninja with a rather crooked looking sword.

Jason believed the term for "Short and cute" was Chibi in Japanese.

Oh, how irony constantly slapped him in the face. He recalled watching is entire collection of Naruto DVDs the night before.

He grabbed his pen with his left hand, and reached over to her paper, drawing a funny-looking kunai-shaped object.

He looked up, his eyes locking with her. Nervously, he squinted even more, and his mouth twisitng into a grin that let his teeth show through his upper lip. He tried to conceal his true eye color.

He returned his gaze to the front of the room, and tried to focus, as much as he wanted to talk to the girl.

 

[swordkitty]

Grace blinked when the boy on her right unexpectedly drew a rather squiggly kunai. She looked up, wondering why he had. Then she realized he must have seen her ninja and she flushed a bit. Not with pride, but mortification. She wasn't sure why, but she never felt comfortable with people seeing her pictures. SHe knew they were ok (all right, that was a total understatement), but she always felt awkward about them. Especially if she was complimented on them. She turned her gaze back to the boy -- Jason, didn't he say? -- and flashed him a quick, shy smile. She then turned back to her paper, sketching out eyes. Yes, eyes. She knew it was...weird...but she had a bit of an eye fetish.

 

[Ninjitsu14]

Jason noted that she was drawing again. Trying to be inconspicuous, he glanced down at her paper again. She was drawing a square shape, with a small, semi-circle inside of it.

He realized she was drawing eyes. HIS eyes.

His eyes widened in fear. Had she seen them? Was she making fun of him? He tried to squint, but in panic, his eyes opened wide, and he turned to her. Grabbing his pen, he wrote on her paper:

"Why are you drawing my eyes? There is nothing great about them!" , he wrote.

 

[murraylikespie]

Eric leaned in to the girl next to him again and said, you wanna talk more at lunch?

 

[swordkitty]

Grace blinked, a bit concerned at his panic. She subtly reached over to his paper and wrote;

I like eyes.

Short, and kind of stupid, but that was it, really. Eyes had always fascinated her.

 

[truthworship]

"Well, hello Mr. Smitherson," the vice-principal said more happily than was warented.

"Hi, sir," James said slouching in his chair.

"Sit up straight!" His mom said glaring at him for a moment and then smiling at the vice-principal,"I'm so happy that you decided to take James in this year. We had quite an incident last year and we want him to have a new start."

"Don't worry Mrs. Smitherson, I beleive in new beginings all the time. As long as James stays within our guidelines I don't see us having a problem. Hopefully this will be the last time I get to see you in this office, Mr. Smitherson. Unless I'm giving you a commondation." the Vice-principal smiled that fake smile and made James even more uneasy than he currently was.

"Yeah, whatever," James mumbled and a sharp pinch from his mother brought out a, "I mean...uh...yes, sir."

"Well, then I think we're finished, I'll have Jenny my student assistant lead you to your first class with Mr. Dunne."

James followed Jenny out of the office and down the hall, pulling his sling-pack over his shoulder. He had hoped for a little less embarassing beginning of the new year, but it hadn't gone as totally bad as he had thought it would. The office assistant led him to a class that was already started and opened the door.

Great! James thought as he entered the room, interrupting the teacher and causing all eyes to focus on him. Jenny handed he teacher a slip of paper and left.

"Class, welcome James Smitherson to the class. James you may take a seat where you can find one," Mr. Dunne said absently.

James made his way to the back of the class taking a seat in a corner, unconsciously happy there wasn't a window to take his attention from the class. Hopefully he would be doing better this year than last. And hopefully he could find a better set of friends as well. Though he doubted there were many skaters here at RiverStone High.

 

[XoxOjo]

Jezebel smiled at Eric's sarcastic remarks, both to her and the teacher. Nobody had ever acted this friendly to her before, except Kiara. "Hey, want to talk more at lunch?" Eric said, and Jezebel blinked in suprise. "Uh, sure! Oh by the way does this school have on or off campus lunch?"

 

[murraylikespie]

We can go off campus if we want, we have 50 minute lunches so its all good, there a Burger King, Wendys, and a McDonalds, where you wanna go? I'll buy.

 

[Ninjitsu14]

(((No offense, but can you use quotation marks, and not make one-liners? This is the RPG section, not random one-liners)))

 

[murraylikespie]

(Yup sorry didnt realize I was doing it thanks for pointing it out.)