He looked down at his schedule, boring old English he thought.Some people found English class fun,but not him.It was one of his most hated classes,even if it was helpful.English class,room 106 he thought.With that number in mind he kept walking down the hall,passing 103,104,105.then finally came to room 106,and walked in.
(Is everyone okay if somebody else hops in since it's still early?)
(I don't mind)
{You could say so. I do not think you would be wrong, in doing so.}
Dru's lips move silently, until they stop, her head tilting away from the classroom door. Her left hand pulls upon the metal handle, her form entering the classroom. The teacher's desk was straight ahead, the teacher being an older, circle-glasses wearing white foxess. Dru's right hand presses the book further into her side, as the other students turn to look towards her. Her brown gaze drifts to an empty table, in the middle of two relatively full tables, and her string-tied shoes carry her towards an end seat.
Dru's left foot curls about the chair's leg and she slides her foot outwards in one deft motion. Her form turns to its side and her rump lands upon the chair's surface. Her hands rise to the backpack's straps, slipping her thumbs underneath the fabric, letting the bag slide down her back until it nearly touches the chair's surface. Dru's thumbs drift apart, before one arm moves outward, and the other follows.
Dru's backpack is settled upon the table's surface, as her right hand deposits the red book beside the bag. Her left hand moves to pull the zipper of her backpack to the left and downward.
Dru's lips move silently, until they stop, her head tilting away from the classroom door. Her left hand pulls upon the metal handle, her form entering the classroom. The teacher's desk was straight ahead, the teacher being an older, circle-glasses wearing white foxess. Dru's right hand presses the book further into her side, as the other students turn to look towards her. Her brown gaze drifts to an empty table, in the middle of two relatively full tables, and her string-tied shoes carry her towards an end seat.
Dru's left foot curls about the chair's leg and she slides her foot outwards in one deft motion. Her form turns to its side and her rump lands upon the chair's surface. Her hands rise to the backpack's straps, slipping her thumbs underneath the fabric, letting the bag slide down her back until it nearly touches the chair's surface. Dru's thumbs drift apart, before one arm moves outward, and the other follows.
Dru's backpack is settled upon the table's surface, as her right hand deposits the red book beside the bag. Her left hand moves to pull the zipper of her backpack to the left and downward.
(I'm cool with that)
Meiko didn't noticed the boy saying hi to her at all. She was too busy trying to get to class, sense she didn't want to put a bad impression on her teacher. While Meiko sat at the front of the class, seeing more students walking inside the classroom. After a while, after taking the attendance to see who is in this class, who didn't read their schedule correctly. The teacher finally stood up to do the same boring introduction like any other first day of school. Meanwhile Miku was going through the same thing.
Meiko didn't noticed the boy saying hi to her at all. She was too busy trying to get to class, sense she didn't want to put a bad impression on her teacher. While Meiko sat at the front of the class, seeing more students walking inside the classroom. After a while, after taking the attendance to see who is in this class, who didn't read their schedule correctly. The teacher finally stood up to do the same boring introduction like any other first day of school. Meanwhile Miku was going through the same thing.
Andrew
The teen took a seat at one of the large tables, meant for four people to sit together at once and he wound up across from Drusilla.
"Everyone, get acquainted with your table mates because unless something happens, you're stuck there for the rest of the year," the teacher said. He was an older gentleman with a mustache and despite his gruff voice, he seemed to have a peculiar look that said he could be friendly.
"Hey there," Andrew said to the other three at his table and wagged his tail, "I'm Andrew."
Mariah
The cat set her stuff down on her desk and stretched her arms above her head with a yawn, her tail flicking behind her.
"Gawd, I hate this class," she mumbled, "I'm perfectly capable of speaking the language I was raised to speak. If some other dimwit needs to learn how to write a friggin' sentence, fine, but leave me out of it..." she huffed, recieving a few giggles and nods of agreement from other students.
The teen took a seat at one of the large tables, meant for four people to sit together at once and he wound up across from Drusilla.
"Everyone, get acquainted with your table mates because unless something happens, you're stuck there for the rest of the year," the teacher said. He was an older gentleman with a mustache and despite his gruff voice, he seemed to have a peculiar look that said he could be friendly.
"Hey there," Andrew said to the other three at his table and wagged his tail, "I'm Andrew."
Mariah
The cat set her stuff down on her desk and stretched her arms above her head with a yawn, her tail flicking behind her.
"Gawd, I hate this class," she mumbled, "I'm perfectly capable of speaking the language I was raised to speak. If some other dimwit needs to learn how to write a friggin' sentence, fine, but leave me out of it..." she huffed, recieving a few giggles and nods of agreement from other students.
Hearing the teacher introduce himself,wasent very amusing.Hey welcome to school,your gonna die probably. Not litterally,of course,that being strong with exaggeration.Better way of saying it would be welcome to school,prepare to be bored to tears.Sebastian got stuck sitting near Mariah.
Dru’s left hand pulls the backpack’s zipper down to the bag’s bottom end. Her right hand curls its fingers into the bag’s right side, while her left hand searches within its depths. Her left hand pauses, her brown gaze drifting towards the teacher. Slowly, her left hand pulls out a bar of soap and sets it down, besides her backpack. Dru’s right hand pulls the bag off of the table, her arm becoming slack, and pulling the bag towards her right foot, underneath the table.
Dru’s shoulders rise in a shrugging fashion, her brown gaze drifting towards the black wolf, her hands being placed upon the table, her palms flat, with her fingers tilted towards one another. Her form sits up, pushing upon its hands. “Then that is it. We will be agin to this table, permanently. I am Drusilla.”
Dru’s shoulders rise in a shrugging fashion, her brown gaze drifting towards the black wolf, her hands being placed upon the table, her palms flat, with her fingers tilted towards one another. Her form sits up, pushing upon its hands. “Then that is it. We will be agin to this table, permanently. I am Drusilla.”
Millie hurried down the corridor as quickly as she could - the first day of school and she was already late! She was already stressed out enough about the new school and now was convinced that her lateness would make everything think she was lame.
She reached the door of her classroom, double-checking the number on it with her timetable - art. She forced herself to take a deep breath before slipping inside, realising she was probably overreacting. Then again, it had been a few years since she had been to school.
She opened the door and cringed when most of the class unabashedly turned to stare at her, and slunk over to the teacher's desk, presenting him with the note from her doctor. He glanced at it and nodded, and she turned and sunk into the last free seat in the front row, blushing the colour of a beetroot.
She reached the door of her classroom, double-checking the number on it with her timetable - art. She forced herself to take a deep breath before slipping inside, realising she was probably overreacting. Then again, it had been a few years since she had been to school.
She opened the door and cringed when most of the class unabashedly turned to stare at her, and slunk over to the teacher's desk, presenting him with the note from her doctor. He glanced at it and nodded, and she turned and sunk into the last free seat in the front row, blushing the colour of a beetroot.
(If Sundrop doesn't post soon, we'll continue without her and she'll just have to hop in at some point if she feels like remaining a part of this)
After the big boring introduction, where I was born, why I'm here, what we'll we be learning in this class, and alll the fun, but actually activities no one wanted to do. The teacher passed out some packets telling us, to sign our names, and fill out some form. Bring it back the next day, Meiko quickly put up her packet, and looked back at the teacher. Who was writing something down on the chalk board. Meanwhile, Miku sat at the end of the class, the teacher wasn't even half way done with his introduction.
Andrew
The final free seat happened to be at the table with Drusilla and Andrew.
"Hey there," the wolf greeted Millie with a pleasant smile and a wagging tail, "I'm Andrew," he introduced himself again.
Mariah
After the teacher gave a quick introduction he told everyone to say hello to the students around them.
"Hey," she said to Sebastian, "Welcome to hell. What did you do to get in here?" she asked jokingly, "I'm Mariah."
The final free seat happened to be at the table with Drusilla and Andrew.
"Hey there," the wolf greeted Millie with a pleasant smile and a wagging tail, "I'm Andrew," he introduced himself again.
Mariah
After the teacher gave a quick introduction he told everyone to say hello to the students around them.
"Hey," she said to Sebastian, "Welcome to hell. What did you do to get in here?" she asked jokingly, "I'm Mariah."
Millie smiled a nervous smile at the pair, her blush still fading "Hi I'm Millie!" she replied a little too enthusiastically, making her blush again. This day was not going how she had planned. "Uhh, I've been homeschooled for the last five years," she admitted in a conspiratorial whisper "so I'm not really used to this -" she gestured expressively at the room around them, earning her a annoyed glare from the teacher.
(We have an order for this. Next time, wait until after Miss has posted, okay? 
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( 
. think I have lost my spot in our order...)
. think I have lost my spot in our order...)
(It's your post 
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(Okay then.I was confused..)
Sebastian looked at Mariah and said "hello" to her.His voice had a calm Russian accent to it, not a rough accent though."Hell on earth huh.Seems I have to wait 7 hours for the next train out of this hellhole then." he said."I'm Sebastian" he said.Now they knew each other.
Sebastian looked at Mariah and said "hello" to her.His voice had a calm Russian accent to it, not a rough accent though."Hell on earth huh.Seems I have to wait 7 hours for the next train out of this hellhole then." he said."I'm Sebastian" he said.Now they knew each other.
(omg I'm so sorry! Won't happen again)
{I am currently experiencing computer difficulties. I shall post tomorrow.}
Dru’s colorless form rises, after her gloved hands pushed against the table’s edge, and her chair scoots backwards. Her brown gaze drifts towards the late-comer, near the teacher, before drifting towards the section of art supplies. Standing in front of the assorted pens and pencils, blank pieces of paper off to the right, but on the same table, Dru’s right hand drifts towards a thin, black marker. Pinching it between her fingers, she turns about, her colorless form passing the newest member of their table.
Dru sits herself back within her chair, her left hand grasping the nearby soap bar’s side, setting it upright, horizontally. Her left hand then moves to uncap the black, thin pen’s tip, her right hand posing the pen tip upon the bar of soap, until her brown gaze drifts from it, to Millie. “And I am Drusilla.” Dru’s brown gaze drifts back towards the bar of soap, her right hand guiding the pen tip along the flat surface of the soaps’s side. “If you feel amiss while afield, I am certain that Andrew will know the answers to any questions you might have.” The pen’s tip drags along the soap’s surface, Dru’s brown gaze affixed to it.
Dru sits herself back within her chair, her left hand grasping the nearby soap bar’s side, setting it upright, horizontally. Her left hand then moves to uncap the black, thin pen’s tip, her right hand posing the pen tip upon the bar of soap, until her brown gaze drifts from it, to Millie. “And I am Drusilla.” Dru’s brown gaze drifts back towards the bar of soap, her right hand guiding the pen tip along the flat surface of the soaps’s side. “If you feel amiss while afield, I am certain that Andrew will know the answers to any questions you might have.” The pen’s tip drags along the soap’s surface, Dru’s brown gaze affixed to it.
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