Haneul looked up at Malukain, smiling as the boy introduced himself. "I have no idea..." he mumbled, "I thought I was going to be late but luckily the teacher is taking his time" he laughed a bit, scratching the back of his neck. "oh, and my name is Haneul." He added when he realized he hadn't introduced himself. "Nice to meet you, Malukain"

Timothy looked to the side, noticing Andrew had come and sat next to him. He shook his head, smiling and finishing the art as it looked almost like a true photograph taken in black and white. "Not late at all, but thanks to you I missed icecream before class." He chuckled, running a hand through his dark hair as he signed the artwork with his name. "The teacher has yet to arrive, but I think that will be in a bit. Unusual for a teacher to be late, though. First days are known to be chaotic though." He arched his back, stretching. "You seemed so... Withdrawn, earlier in the room. I mean I spoke to you, but it seemed like you were off the world." He eyed the boy, leaning back a bit. "I wondered if you had a lot on your mind, or if you were just so sidetracked you forgot about the world around you. By the way, do you think my sketch looks good?" He showed Andrew his sketch, wondering what his comments would be.

"Call me Mal. Can I call you Han?" Malukain really didn't want to make friends, but then again he didn't have to make enemies either. He didn't know if the teacher would impose a seating chart on them, but if he didn't he'd be sitting next to Han for a while.



<<<<Teacher: Mr. Waxton >>>>

Suddenly a tall blonde walked breezily into the classroom. He went to the main desk at the front of the room and set down his bag, then looked out at his students as he adjusted his glasses. He took a deep breath before he spoke.

"So these are my beautiful students. Ooooh I'm so happy to meet you all! We're going to have a wonderful year here together learning about science." The man's eyes seem to well up with pride. "I can just see all of your accomplishments already, filling up my wall with all your 'grade A' papers on constellations and things."

He appeared to wipe away a tear before his eyes darkened and he added, "but if you don't do your homework I'm afraid I will have to punish you severely." A slight glimmer in his eyes told them he wasn't joking.

Grabbing the paper before the teacher walked in Arashi blushed a dark red as he read the paper, not knowing how to respond to the words. Refolding the note he grabbed his small memopad, taking a page from that he scribbled on it before passing that up to the other boy.

'Yes I'm bi and no I don't mind if you make something.'

He sighed, already he knew he'd blushed more in one day than all the times he'd caught his parents in intimate positions throughout his life. Looking ahead as the teacher began speaking, Arashi shoke his head wondering if the rest of his teachers were nuts like this.

Akihiko frowned when the teacher walked in. He didn't seem that bad at first, but when he started to talk about grades and how well they would do, he wondered what kind of teacher he was. Clearly he has some oddly fantasy about us all succeeding and passing with high grades... I kind of think he has moodswings... He tilted his head to the left, looking around in class before shifting in his seat. Here goes nothing...

Timothy noticed the teacher walking in and quickly put away his sketchbook, sliding it to the corner of his desk as he grabbed his book, seated with a straight back in his chair. He sighed softly as he heard the teacher spazz. It wasn't something he was used to, nor was it something he would be against. Timothy never really liked pre-set minds and thoughts.

To him, the world had to remain open minded and not form an opinion or any goals for others until they see how they would be doing. He quircked his brows, rolling up his sleeves as he took another glance outside. The weather is amazing, and I feel like painting something anytime soon... The school yard seems like the perfect place. Timothy turned around, glancing at the two boys swapping notes. He eyed both of them, his blue eyes piercing theirs before he sighed, shook his head and turned around. I feel quite unsocial today...

Justing looked at the note before turning his head to Arashi and smiling. Mouthing the words. 'I'll have it done by tonight.' He turned and prepared for a very boreing class hoping it would end very soon. He wanted to move back a row and sit next to Arashi but he knew that, that might not be a god idea. He still doubted anyone would find him attractive in the least. Sighing he pulled out a needle and thread and started to sew somthing into a random peice of cloth that he pulled from his bag. (He has not school supplies except for a pencil XD Just a bunch of sewing, nitting, and crosheying stuff) When he was finished he realized he had sewn "Arashi" very intracately into the fabric. Blushing he folded it up and handed it back to him.

"yeah, sure" Haneul smiled, feeling so relieved that his conversation with Malukain wasn't as awkward and confusing as his conversation with Lanuelle.
He looked away from Malukain when the teacher came in, and was more than a little surprised by the teacher's change in behavior when he spoke about the homework. He really hoped they wouldn't have any crazy teachers here.

Damian was glad when the teacher came in. About time. He was getting tired of just sitting around, listening to people talk. He automatically rotated so that he was facing the front. Then he hesitantly raised his hand. He had an important question, but it might only be important to him. He didn't know about everybody else.

Lenuelle sighed deeply. All the mood he held before diappered as the teacher came in. He hated school, and he hated teachers- especialy the onces that wanted all A's (as he coulnd't get and A even if he wanted to).
Teachers were always boring, ugly, and old- however looked like at least with that their teacher was different, as he seemed to be a different kind of odd.
He noticed someone raising his hand and sighed again. Questions already?

Katherine sighed as the teacher started talking. Already such high expectations. She doubted she could get all A’s like this teacher wanted, and almost immediately gave up on any chances of liking this class. Instead, she pulled out her notebook and a pencil, and set to doodling whatever came to mind at the moment.

Andrea opened her mouth to answer Timothy, but just then the teacher strode in. He began the usual beginning of year speech about how lovely all his new students were, but then he hardened. It looked like there wasn't going to be room for slacking in this class. Andrea just hoped that the work would be hard enough that she wouldn't get too far ahead like she did at her old school. Quickly she scribbled a note to Timothy.

Sorry for kinda ignoring you before, I was just off in a daydream. Nice picture by the way. It was written on her writing pad, so she just slipped it over a bit, allowing him to read it without the obvious note passing that the boys across the class were doing.

Mal attempted to smile at Han, the corners of his mouth barely shifting upward. He knew he was making a terrible first impression, but it would have to do. He found himself self-consciously thinking that he hoped they would get new seats, but then again who knows who he'd be sitting next to then. Maybe he was better off where he was.

Malukain grabbed a notebook out of his bag and readied himself to take notes or whatever. He didn't know how this school was going to work. Usually at his old school the first day was pretty easy, just getting everything situated and not doing any real work. This school was supposed to be pretty prestigious or something though, so he had no clue what that meant for the first day.

<<<<Teacher: Mr Waxton>>>>

He realized he needed to learn the student's names right away. He would need to have everyone introduce themselves later on. First he needed set out the rules of the class, what he expected of his students, how things were going to go in his class. He also wanted to make sure they knew that they could have fun in here, as long as it was within his guidelines.

The teacher's expression softened again as he saw a hand raised among his new little ducklings."Oh lovely, someone with an inquiring mind. I like it! What can I do for you?"

Something wasn't right. Andrea clutched her stomach and leaned over. There's no way! She thought. Not on my first day! She knew these pains well, as did just about every female over the age of twelve. Unfortunately, Andrea had the bad luck to have especially bad cramps, sometimes making her throw up. From the bile rising in her throat it looked like today would be one of those days.
"I think I'm gunna hurl!" She yelled as she snatched up her gear and ran from the classroom. She ran all the way to indigo dorms and threw up in the communal bathroom. Muttering to herself she complained about her condition and searched for the painkillers she knew she had stashed in her bag somewhere.
"Come-on, come-on.... Ahah!" She popped two pills out of their foil wrappers and downed them before curling up in her bed and drifting off to sleep. She could go back to class when she felt better.

Damian looked at the teacher, surprised that he was actually called on. Teachers normally didn't answer questions on the first day. At least, not at the school he went to before. "Um.. Sir.. I was wondering.. If we were going to have a seating chart.." he said, hesitating a lot. Sure, that wasn't what he was trying to do. Mr. Waxton was just a bit intimidating.

Timothy smiled at Andrew's note, winking at him as he mouthed a thank you. He then nodded in the direction of the teacher, making circles to the side of his head. 'Coo coo' was what he mouthed then before smiling, turning his head around. He noticed someone was already asking something, and the teacher's reaction was almost absurd. How can one ask someone like him something like that? He's obviously a loose personality, though a seating chart would make him less messed up, probably.

He frowned, re-thinking what the boy had asked, and realised that'd mean he'd have that seat for the rest of the year. Hmm... Not a bad thought, though I wouldn't like sitting in near those two 'note swapping' guys... He glanced up at Andrew as he stood up, screaming as it seemed. "Bad food?" he asked, but Andrew probably didn't hear it. He left so fast, Timothy was quite surprised by it. And so there goes my only... 'Buddy' to put it like that... He sighed, a loner once again.

Kory laughed at what Gabriel said to his brother and she poked Damian in the back but pulled her hand back when the teacher walked in. He started talking and already she felt like dozing off. She leaned back in her seat and folded her arms across her binded chest. She grumbled slightly to herself but she stared at Andrew and how he ran out of the room. She rose her eye brows then turned her attention to the teacher. She was interested in astrology, always loved to look at her horoscope. She rose her small hand up and said "Sir my name is Parker. And I want to know will we being learning about our astrological signs? Because I am a Capricorn and I don't think I have the right sign."

Mika was slightly hurt that Hanuel didn't notice him when he introduced himself so he bit his lip and turned the other way. He looked over at Timothy, noticing he looked sad so he waved his hands, getting Timothy's attention then he mouthed to him "Turn that frown upside down." He frowned himself, then used his fingers to push his lips up in a smile. He laughed at his own attempt, hoping to cheer him up. He hated to see anyone sad or lonely.

<<<<Teacher: Mr Waxton>>>>
The teacher waved his hands encouraging for his student to talk and when Damian asked his question, he nodded his head. He smiled broadely and said "Yes, young man. There will be a seating chart. Though it will not be written up yet, I am letting you all have the freedom of sitting you want to sit with for now." He noticed two students passing notes in class and he said dryily "Please, do not get on my bad side so soon into the year."

Timothy noticed something in the corner of his eyes, and as he turned his head, he noticed Mika, one of the other boys in his dorm. He frowned, voicing the boys mouthing in his head. Turn that frown..upside down? Looking at Mika's acts, he laughed, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his dark hair, his sea blue eyes shimmering in the sunlight. He mouthed a "If you'll keep cheering me up, I shall" back at him, grabbing his sketchbook as he smirked. Oh yeah, he had the perfect idea to draw a rough sketch of the boy as a thank you. As his hands did their work, he kept looking back up at the teacher and at Mika, starting out with the shape of his face. And the smile. I can't make one without a smile on his face.

Mika took on what Timothy said a challenge and when the teacher looked in the other direction, Mika used both hands and tug on his ears then puffing up his cheeks so he looked like a monkey. He let all the air out of his mouth, and had to pretend to cough to stop himself from giggling. He loved to be silly and he wanted to make sure that Timothy was really going to cheer up. Mika then had a brillant idea, he took all of his hair clips out of his hair and then put all four of them back in, making tiny pig tails on four stops on his head. He titled his head to the side and mouthed to Timothy "Notice anything unusual?" He kept a straight face, trying not to laugh once more.

Timothy frowned, unsure of what to say or think, but soon after had to laugh. He used his hand to cover his mouth, lucky to be able to laugh in a soft manner. "Monkeyface"He mouthed, doing the fishy lips in response to it. He quickly sketched up Mika's smile, an infectious one that Timothy had taken a like of. When he wanted to start on the hair, Timothy glanced back up at Mika, his eyes widening. "What the... Timothy stared at him, his eyes shifting between his hair and his face. So cute... He smiled warmly, taking in the picture of a nonchalant young mang. That's the pose... "Related to Pipi Longstocking?" He mouthed with a smile, tapping his hat up as he bit his lowerlip, sketching the boy as all his attention went to Mika and his sketchbook.

The door banged slightly as it swung open quickly. In walked a tall guy with shoulder length white hair, dressed in the type of outfit that causes mothers to tell their daughters to stay away, but with the general looks that caused those same girls to not listen, though he seemed quite tired at the moment. He looked around, a back pack over his shoulder, as he walked over to the teacher's desk, handing him a pass, saying, "Sorry I'm late sir, the plane between here and Napal took longer than predicted." He walked over to the first empty desk and plopped down, looking at his neighbor, Kadyn, and gave 'him' a polite nod.

Damian was glad that there was going to be a seating chart. It made everything so much easier for everybody. When the door banged open, he turned to look at who came in. Looks like another new student. Though he seemed a bit rude. Sure, he heard what his excuse was. But he wasn't sure if he believed him.

Kat looked up from her doodles to nod back, giving a polite smile, then returned to her doodling. She watched him out of the side of her eye, though, quite curious about the newcomer. He looked like the kind of guy her aunt would hate, but he hadn’t given her any reason to dislike him, besides an… odd, fashion sense.

The boy let out a stretch and a yawn before leaning towards Kadyn, whispering, "Excuse me, my name is Xadrian, and I'm in Indigo house. I noticed you and a couple of other people leaving Indigo when I was dragging my stuff over, and I was wondering if you knew the guy in I-1? He's going to be my roommate."

Kat whispered back “Nice to meet you, Xadrian. I’m Kadyn, and I’m the one in room I-1. Looks like we’re roommates.” she rested her head on one hand so she could continue whispering to Xadrian without looking suspicious. She didn’t want to get caught for talking on her first day, in her first class no less.

Xadrian nodded, his eyes closed as he committed Kadyn's face and name to memory before smiling, whispering, "Cool, that makes things easier. Just so you know, I have a lot of stuff, but I think I did a good job placing things so that it wouldn't get in your way. If it is, then I'll move things, 'kay?"