He snaps his fingers, glaring at Steve and Allison. "No romance or crap in my classroom, got it?"
(His name's Dave)
Allison looks up at the teacher, raising an eyebrow, her green irises sparkling with amusement. "Yes sir." She murmurs, focusing on her drawing.
Allison looks up at the teacher, raising an eyebrow, her green irises sparkling with amusement. "Yes sir." She murmurs, focusing on her drawing.
(*Winks. She winks slightly, not sinks.*)
He walks into the art room, hoping the teacher wouldn't notice he was late.
He raises an eyebrow at Jace's attempt at stealth, rolling his eyes. "Sit down and get to work. We're doing self-portraits today."
Allison looks at the new arrival, tilting her head slightly. Then she looks at the teacher, biting her lip and dropping her head back to her drawing. She'd already finished five of them, so she sets her pencil down, resting her chin on her fist.
He sat down and started drawing, drumming his fingers on the desk while thinking. "Hm..."
Amber walks in slow motion with her long perfect black hair that goes down her back with her almost most perfect body wearing tight black jeans with a beautiful red sweater that shows her belly button pericing yes her butt is big,wearing her timberland boots with her royal eyes and her make up is done so perfectly with cramalized skin and the smell of her shampoo and the smell of her perfume she is wearing her luxury Apple Watch band with her Micheal kors purse with her perfect braces smile she is the hottest prettiest girl around the most popular girl around varsity cheer captain, rapper, model, actor and rich
He raised an eyebrow when he saw amber and whispered to the nearest person. "Who is that, and why are they so incredibly slow?"
He shrugs. "Go take a seat, we're doing self-portraits."
Amber puts her stuff down and grabs some color pencils and a pencil and paper
He tried to concentrate on his drawing, not sure how to make it detailed.
He pulled out his phone to look up a video, hiding it under his desk so the teacher didn't notice.
(Remember...Minimum of two sentences or you will be ignored..!)
Allison looks around, noticing that the boy who had just walked in seemed to be struggling a bit and she raises her hand. She taps her pencil on the desk, agitated. She hated seeing someone in distress and not being able to help them. Call it a fatal flaw. She lowers it when it becomes obvious the teacher wouldn't be looking up any time soon.
He taps his foot, agitated and unable to focus. "Ugh, c'mon, what was it?" He said under his breath, thinking.
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