For the briefest of moments, Malcolm's eyes filled with a bit of regret as he watched her bend over and huff. He cursed himself for not checking on her earlier and making sure she was okay, but there was little he could do at the present time other than give a reassuring, and decidedly soft, pat on her shoulder as he scanned the rooms. He spotted the one that we had just at the end of the corridor -- and the clock above it reading about a minute left.

He started to make a beeline for it, but his brain ticked for a moment. Probably best not to go alone, he thought, and he stepped back to wait for her to catch her breath. Only once she was okay did he hoist his backpack up, do some last minute checking of his outfit, and headed towards his first class of the day. "It's here, we made it." He paused as he looked slightly behind him at her. "...you know, it just occurred to me that the teachers probably won't get upset if we're late on the first day." He gave a shrug and stepped through the open door.

Since Malcolm and Amara were cutting it close to the bell, there were very few open seats, only two at the very front. They weren't together, unfortunately -- one seat between two preppy looking girls, and one seat between a quiet, clean-cut boy and a wall. Malcolm looked back at you for a moment before slipping into the seat between the girls, figuring he'd let you have the one closer to the wall. Correct or not, he assumed you'd like the one with less people near it.

He took a look around at his homeroom class. A few emos, one punk, a few grungy quiet kids that Malcolm instantly pegged as either loners or stoners, but mostly preppy kids and clean-cut, well mannered guys. Mostly -- there was one guy with a straight-billed baseball cap that made Malcolm almost frown in disgust. Overall; could be better, could be worse. At the teacher's voice, his back straightened and he looked up with attention, letting his backpack rest down between his legs.

Gonna be a long day.