(( FOR EFFING SAKE. Man i miss all the good stuff D; Any chance you lot could slow down? :lol: ))
JB wrote what was expected and continued to look out the window. When Miss asked the question she left her hand down
I have not the faintest idea where it is,wow i'm so dumb She thought,regretting that she didnt pay more attention in Geography in her early years. She glanced around the classroom,looking at all her class mates.

((Sorry. ^^;))

Asha nodded her head to the Sophia, she would apologize later. Right now they were in the middle of class. She sighed but called on her anyway. She might have wanted to write her answer down instead of signing it. Asha knew not everyone knew sign, but she supposed she could be lenient.

PJ sighed with Alina, pouting at exactly the same time as her. He smiled warmly when she began to play with her hair -- the artificial light bounced off it like a thousand beams of sunlight.

"Yeah, Steph's pretty awesome, I guess." he agreed, nodding his head. "But you're not THAT small. Just because I can do THIS --" he paused to swing his arms down to sweep Alina off her feet, carrying her like Superman. "doesn't mean that you're a TOTAL pipsqueek."

"Ha, ha, ha !" PJ laughed as he stood there with the small brunette in his arms. "Always remember ;; even pyjamas can be dangerous."

Winking to add effect, he smiled at Alina to let her know he was only messing with her.

Alina twirled her index finger around his hair. It was soft like velvet.

"Hahaha, She's alright. Not that bad..." Alina smirked and tilted her head as he spoke. That was until she was in the air. Alina turned beat red. Than she just laughed holding her face within her palms. "Thats lie! You did that with like NO effort! Mister, muscle...." Alina poked at his arms and shoulders.

He seemed so comfortable to be around with. Even though she had just met him they acted like they had been friends since childhood. Best friends oddly...

Alina leaned her head on his shoulder as she grinned and continued to laugh.

Sophie smiled and ripped out a piece of paper from her notebook and wrote her answer quickly on it. Having been in this position before, it was just easier for everyone for her to just write it down and bring it up to the teacher than sign it. One of the downfalls to not being able to speak.

Tibet is a plateau region in Asia, north of the Himalayas.

Thankful that she was in the front row, she stood up and took a few steps forward, and reached out to hand the piece of paper to her Ms. Brian (that's what you want us to call you right?) with a nod of her head.

Jake sighed as he just listened and watched the class go on and on. English was easy to him and he really didn't want to listen. He wanted to go back home and help his dad on the farm. School was just a he'll he had to live with for one more year and he couldn't wait to get out. The kids here all where in there groups and only a few groups ever got along with one another. Most people tryed to stay away from him and that was fine with him.

He then heard the teacher call on him and he slowly got up and headed to the board. He wrote down a few things about why writing properly was important and other things. He hardly payed attention to what he was doing and when he was done he hread the teacher say good job. He just shrugged and headed back to his desk and sar down in it.

(Miss.Brian is fine) Asha grinned at the girl taking the paper from her. "Thank you Miss.Gregson," She says , glancing over the paper finding it to be the right answer. Well at least some people knew their history. History was a big part of everyone's life because no one had a future without a background. Asha knew that more then anything. He mind would not let her rest or forget. The blood running through her veins was the same as the soldiers before her ad she had always acted in the a military fashion much like her father. A meticulous cleaner and everything had a place in her space. She never had more then she needed with her. "Miss. Gregson has the correct answer. I would expect that more of you also know. Don't be afraid to get a question wrong, if you think you know the answer just give it to me. It shows more bravery then that of your peers." She crossed her arms under her chest again.

Looking back to Airen, L tilted his head slightly. "Yeah," he said quietly, shrugging one shoulder. He didn't mention that he'd already tried to go to a school the previous year, and been kicked out for causing trouble - though it hadn't been his fault. "What about you?" It felt odd to speak with someone like this. Like a friend of sorts. It certainly was rare, and made the youth's brow tighten with the slightest of frowns.
His teal gaze lingered on the girl beside him before flicking back to the board . . . and then back to Airen. She certainly was more interesting than the notes, especially since he didn't have any paper with him. Besides, all the teachers did on the first day was quiz everyone on where they thought they should be, or talk about the syllabus.
It was then that his thoughts of being friends, or speaking to Airen like she was one, made the boy incline his head slightly. If they were going to talk, they may as well know who they were talking to. "I'm L," he said, extending a slender hand toward the young woman. The chain that gently struck the desk as he reached over it was made of a dark metal, just like the ring in his brow and the other studs on his clothing.

Orchard smiled softly as she heard Sophie provide the correct answer. Still her eyes remained lowered to her notebook as she continued a small sketch. The picture was of the dagger that was displayed on the desk. As she continued to add in detail the picture was becoming more and more lifelike. Her eyes looked over to JB who was staring out the window and scribbling down notes. Orca then looked to her right at Sophie. It was sad to think that such a nice girl couldn't hear, but the brunette felt everything happened for a reason. Her brown eyes then looked up at Miss. Brian. She seemed like such a strict lady, but then again she figured it was part of the job. Orca heard her say about not being afraid to answer, though she knew many were afraid to answer. Generally, a nerd would scoff at the person when they got it wrong. Her eyes dropped back down as she continued her sketch praying this class would end soon.
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Duncann was surprised at how psychology had become. Sure, she mentioned how they would be analyze the male and female bran before and after sex, but the other stuff seemed really interesting too. The teacher of course knew that once he had mentioned that he had everyone's attention. He was somewhat glad that the teacher had him preoccupied otherwise he would possibly be thinking about his sister and the jock. The blonde was sure the kid was player, and wanted his sister to be careful. He could lecture her about it after practice.

JB began to doodle what was outside the window,lost in her work she didnt hear miss,although she saw Sophie get up and hand her answer. JB felt really sorry for her since she couldn't talk. That's horrible,i dont know what i'd do if i lost my voice...She mumbled.Carrying on with her doodles.

PJ laughed with Alina, the sound echoing down the long corridor, bouncing off the walls. He flexed his muscles as she poked them, attempting to make his measly, scrawny arms seem strong and manly. It was nice to know that New York chicks weren't stuck up. He smiled, happy to have made a new friend. As Alina leaned her head on his shoulder, he rested his head on her beautiful auburn hair and closed his eyes, a grin curling his lips upward as he inhaled the heavenly scent rolling off the girl. Skye had never smelt like this. She always smelt like pine-cones, cider and the musky smell of Wolf, their wolf-cross-breed. But this was something else entirely. Some kind of delicate flower, perhaps. It smelt wonderful, like honey and roses. PJ sighed and began discreetly rocking back and forth, cradling Alina as he preserved the heavenly moment.

Sophie smiled softly, happy that she had gotten the answer right. And she could understand where Miss Brian was coming from with answering even if you didn't know if were were one hundred percent right. This was going to be an interesting class, definately. She looked over at JB, as the movement of her doodling caught her eye, and noticed Orca drawing as well. That was one thing that Sophie wished that she could do, draw. Sure, she could doodle, but draw something that looked good - no. As she continued to look over at JB, she saw her mouth move as she mumbled something to herself, but wasn't able to make anything really out, she she was still looking down, continuing to doodle. Sophie turned back to the front of class, and lay her head down on her desk; actually wishing for once, that she could hear. It was times like this that she felt alone, even though she wasn't alone.

"So Asia shall be our topic of study this quarter. Thanks to the curriculum I have to cram it into your heads before the end of the year." She smirked again at the slight groan from the class. There were a few who didn't but general consensus, it was bad. She almost chuckled. There was an annoying little tick in the back of her head that told her she should move the final project up but it was too early for that. Each grade would have their own as well as each class.

She never did the same things twice. Her eyes closed against the light. She knew she should have slept more. Asha suffered from frequent migraines that she could get rid of easier if she got s full nights sleep and eat properly, but she hadn't been able to in the last couple of months. Shying she messaged her temple and opened her eyes again. Her eyes trailed over the class. "Since this is the first day of class I want you all to know I don't have a plan for today. So, you know what that means, you have a free period today. You can not leave the room but you are allowed to do as you wish until your next class. Just don't get too loud or I will make it a quite time. I'm sure you all are old enough to behave." She finished speaking and signing as she moved back around her desk and sat down.

Orca looked slightly excited as they said they would be discussing Asian. It seemed awfully interesting at least to her. A small grin on her face as she said they would have a free period. Grinning she passed her and Sophie's note back to Sophie.

Agreed! I hate being late! =3 Thank dear, I really don't want her to not like me either.
Well that's good I'm glad to hear you had an awesome time C=. Jag is rather awful! I can never get over it as fast as my Dad or brothers!
It was sad, but it was really nice to help out. We were over there for a little more than two weeks. Surprisingly we got a lot done over that period of time!
Of course! Perfect idea! I'll talk to Duncann and see what he says! It should work out though!
P.S Awh! That's so exciting! I wish we could get a pet! But Mom and Dad would never go for it. We're too busy and they're too busy =/. But if you get one IJ really want to come see it!

After passing her note to Sophie she leaned over and tapped JB on the shoulder. "Hey I didn't know we had history together. We could have gone to class together, but you sprinted off and I had no idea where you were going... But I guess it's better that we weren't both late," Orchard said lightly with a laugh. Softly she ran a hand threw her brown hair and looked down at the picture she had drawn. She was pleased with the quality, and how real it looked.

Alina noticed the echo and couldn't help but grin. It was so quiet when the school was in session. It was the best time to play music and have rhythm bouncing through the hallways and smashing against the lockers. Knowing that all that noise was you being you. While she held his arm she could feel his muscles flex underneath her skeleton fingers. Why was he so nice to her? Most people that you meet are just a 'hello' or 'hey, I'm blah blah' and you continue to carry on your day. With PJ he was different. He was already holding her like a child. Treating her like he had known her forever. She liked it. Not even the friends she has known forever treat her like this. While leaning on his shoulder she caught a smell of what was PJ. It was different. It wasn't the manly axe or some other expense colon that mean use to get attention. He smelt like home. Pine a bit like a forest. He smelt all natural. She liked it. Alina hadn't noticed he was rocking her until she opened her eyes slightly. Oh my. I think I've got a crush on him....Alina you just met him! Shame Shame!

Sophie, who was half watching Orca out of the corner of her eye, smiled softly before sitting back up and reaching for her pen.

I dislike being late as well! I'm sure she doesn't hate you - but better to be safe than sorry, as my mother always says.
Oh, yeah! It is annoying; Dad recovered the fastest - it took me about a week to get totally used to the time difference.
That was nice of you to go over and help. And that's great to hear that y'all got a lot done! :)
Definately let me know what's going on with it - excited!

Sophie giggled softly, trying not to laugh too loud. Because she wasn't able to hear herself, sometimes she made sounds that were louder than she meant to, and she didn't want people looking at her oddly, even though she didn't really mind by now. It was just part of who she was.

Oh, I'll definately invite you over whenever we do get our dog. Probably should be soon, if Charlie and Mari have any say in the matter. :P Now that they know that mom is going to do her best to convince dad, I'm sure they won't drop the subject.

PS I like your drawing. It looks totally awesome!

Asha ran her hand though her hair. She had to take some aspirin, but she hadn't had the presence of mind to bring some. she shook her head briefly. Her eyes were on the table under her elbows. It was calming her headache a bit without the brightness of the room as a counter affect. But she was never one to complain. Asha just unpinned the front of her hair and let the harsh curls fall where they may. The only thing she hadn't picked up from her father. The little care she had for her hair kept it healthy but she never styled it or kept it prim and perfect. And up and out of the way hair do without cutting it was all she did.

She glanced around the room again taking in the groups as hey went about their business. She noticed the little sections they had created even if they didn't. Everyone was with a friend and everyone had a brand each carried. That would change by the end of the year. Her eyes narrowed at nothing as she looked down at the table again. Sitting up straight she readjusted her suit jacket and sat back arms crossed under her chest and legs crossed as well. She would just watch them for now.

Airen kept her eyes on her paper as he spoke to her. "I'm a junior, two more years of this shit.." she said with a sigh and let her pen clatter into the desk. When the boy introduced himself, the girl glanced over at him, moving her head a bit. "uh, Airen." She said, shaking his hand and admireing the ring and chain, and then pulled her hand back. "So how do you like the school so far? Make you sick yet?" The blonde joked and smirked.

There was no harm in talking to one person, was there? Besides, she wasn't his "best friend" or anything. She didn't know everything, and he wasn't going to tell her any of it. Blinking slowly, the long-haired youth made his decision to continue speaking with Airen.
"Beyond sick. There is no way to describe it," L said, admiring the feel of her hand in his. Airen's hand was thinner than his, smaller - more delicate. But that was just how girls were - more feminine. When he settled back into his seat, the youth looked to the clock with a hint of anxiety. "What's you're next class, Airen?"
Testing out his new friend's name, Landon noticed how the syllables just rolled off his tongue smoothly. Frowning once again, he tilted his head to the side a bit. "Math is where I'll be headed." It was then that the teacher happened to pause, clearing their throat, before pointing to L and asking him a question about the cycle of precipitation in clouds. Of course, Landon hadn't been paying attention, and he sat silently for a few seconds before meeting the instructors gaze and spitting out a response that he would have wanted. A few of the other students tutted with laughter and whispers, but the instructor swiftly moved on in class.
Landon's teal gaze was full of resentment and a strange echo of anger. He hated answering things in class, but refused to be labled as an idiot.

Airen let out a scoff laugh. "I have math too." she said and tucked her hair behind her hair. "Sorry you'll be stuck with me for another class." She teased and turned to him, a smile on her face. It was then the teacher called on her about how snow was formed. She shrugged. "Midgets sit inside theclouds with cheese graters and ice?" The teacher gave her a stern look, knowing how smart she really was. Airen sighed. "Snow is formed when water vapour is deposited in the higher reaches of the atmosphere at a temperature less than zero degrees Centigrade, and then falls to the ground" Her facial expression was "you happy now?" She hated having to show how smart she was, she didnt want to be seen as a nerd. The teacher nodded, saying she was correct and going on with the class. "God, these guys are persistant little assholes..." The blonde glared at the teacher for a bit before staring back down to her paper and doodling more.

"I guess it wouldn't be too bad having to sit in the same room for another class." L ended up smiling a bit when Airen answered the instructor's question, and he shook his head when she commented on the persistance of the staff. "They're just doing their job."
The goth paused for a moment, unsure as to what else to say to his new aquaintance. Seeing as how the teacher would leave them alone after they showed their knowledge, Landon chose to do something that he considered completely out of his comfort zone. Taking one of his earphones, he passed it over to Airen. Quirking a pierced brow in question, L started a new song on his iPod. Immediately the sound of strumming guitars filled the headphones, and the pale youth smiled slightly. You like? Ponderingly watching Airen, he patiently waited for her response.

((Speaking of class . . . I'm thinking a teacher would be nice, yes? ;) Can I make one real quick? :eager: I'll send him to you if you say yes. ^_^))

Jake sighed as he listened to the teacher and started to doodle in his notebook. There was nothing to do and there was no one willing to talk to him in class. They all thought that he was a reject, a out cast and all those other names people call him and never really wanted to talk to him. But he wasn't one to tell them that he wasn't anything like that since they would never listen to him. He would be doomed to being alone this year, last year at least he had his sister even thought he had worryed about her all the time and had to keep a eye on her at all times. It still had given him someone to talk to and now he had nothing. He then looked at the clock and saw that it was almost time to go and coudln't wait. But he dought he would find anyone to talk to in his next class so his hopes wasn't to high.

[[yes yes yes!!! ill edit this for my post but i wanted to answer!]]

Airen rolled her eyes. "They barely get paid anything, they get enjoyment out of watching us suffer and squirm." The blonde continued to write some song lyrics down and looked up as the teacher dropped his chalk, letting out a chuckle. When L held the earbud to her she looked at for a moment before placing it in her ear. After a few words she grinned. "Skillet?" The girl pointed to her paper, and some of the lyris from this song were written down. "I was listenning to this yesterday on the way to the tattoo parlor. Contemplating on getting some ink." Airens head bobbed in time with the music as she pretended to drum a bit with her fingers in the air. She had dabbled with the drums a bit, she wasnt good but, she was learning still. "What other bands are you into?" She asked. If he liked Skillet he had to have some other amaing bands up his sleeve.

When she spoke of getting a tattoo, L raised an eyebrow curiously. He didn't speak though, and upon hearing her question, responded a few moments later. "Three Days Grace, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus . . ." The youth shrugged. "Whatever I can listen to to ignore everything else." He scrolled through some Breaking Benjamin, as well as many other artists in his iPod. "Anything you like to listen to in particular?"
Somehow, it wasn't that hard to talk with Airen. She wasn't so bad, really. But then again . . . isn't that how it always started? He then thought for a moment about what he liked, and what she might like, when he saw her drumming the air with her fingers. "Do you play?" he asked suddenly, genuine interest in his eyes.

Kira sighed for the hundredth time, again wondering how she would survive this class for the rest of the year. But much as she wanted to bang her head on the table, she managed to refrain from doing so but just barely. She smiled in relief when she heard the bell go off, signaling the end of class, and stacking her books together in her arms, she shot from her seat out the door and damn near ran to her next class to get a good back corner seat. She stuffed the notebook with her Genetics notes back in her bag and pulled out a hardcover Jack Skellington notebook, put in her white/bright blue earbuds and turned on her mp3; Bonamana by the South Korean band Super Junior came on. She ignored everyone and set about doodling in the book, sometimes writing a few things down.