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Ms. Walles:
She saw that Joel was passing notes to a girl ahead of him she scolded. Mr.Chambers! Perhaps you would like to share it with the class? She said stiffly. Joel shook his head and leaned back. Don't be silly, bring it to me. She was french and when she saw Francis she smiled but then diverted her attention back to Joel. Right now young man!

Joel: He slamed his hands on the desk and stood up. He stormed up to her. Shut your mouth you old bird! He screamed in her face. She stood her ground and sent him to the principle's office. Joel & Jake & Johny sat in the chairs waiting to be talked to.

Kyle: Thats bull s***! Your just jelous because you can't be as young as him anymore you old sack no wonder your divorced! He shouted at her and he got sent to the office. He smacked books off his desk and they smacked the floor. And if you think the principle scares me then your painfully wrong! He walked out and slammed the door hard, it made the globe fall and crack and made the papers fly.

Francis flashed the teacher a genuine smile, and pulled out a magazine (inside was another hidden magazine..of which i cannot say the content o.O) and began reading.

Ms. Walles:
I'm glad that I have atleast one sivle student. She smiled and tapped Francis' desk. I want everyone to work on pages 67-84 in their text books and a 9 page essay. Francis, you can work on pages 60-65 and a 3 page essay. She flashed another smile. She continued class for 45 minutes before the bell ring.

Francis only smirked, knowing how all the woman-teachers loved him. He didn't mind. He closed the magazine and shover between two of his books, before starting on his essay and quickly finishing. Francis turned it in on her desk, and smiled down at her. He looked much older than 17, only because of the stubbles on his chin, and how 'sophisticated' he dressed (though it was all the style in France), his manners, and his accent.

Ms.Walles:
She smiled and read it. She stamped an A+ on it and handed it back. Well done Francis, you haven't dissapointed me yet. She didn't put any enphesis on yet because she knew that he would always do as told. She pulled out 4 big text books. Francis, would you be a dear and take these to those rebellions in the principle's office. She said in a mean and stuck up way. You know, the skaterboy and his animal friends.

"Oh, but of course mon ami." Francis replied, taking the books and walking out of the room. Most would call him a teachers pet, but, he really hated the teachers. They were too easily impressed and stunned by his accent or good grades, and were way too rough on the students. He knocked politely on the princeple's door, before walking in. He nodded a hello to the man, and then entered the 'dentention room', where Joel, Jake and Johny sat. He set the books down on the tables infront of them, before looking at his watch and sighing.
"Here you are, Angletteres, Ms. Walles told me to give zem to you." Francis said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Rafa woke up with a mildly angry expression on her face. It was somewhere around seven, and she rolled out of bed lazily after much forethought. Her feet shifted against the ground tirelessly as she made her way to the dainty mirror that stood against the wall, screaming to be of use. Another boring day... she thought to herself, as she grabbed a plain brush and began to comb her hair absently. After taking a good look at herself, she quickly got changed and went downstairs. The smell of bacon was wafting all around through the kitchen, but Rafa was too moody to eat at the moment.

As soon as she hit the floor, she could hear her parents arguing again. Rafa walked right past them; they had been yelling about mornings or something until they noticed her - then they shut up. The silence was deafening, and Rafa didn't care to listen to it. She quickly went to the sliding glass door, opened it, and went outside to greet her best friend. "Hey, Shadow!" She said, obviously very excited. The contrast was shocking; her face lit up when she saw her best friend versus her angry mood swings and almost depressed state around her household and parents. Shadow licked her face lovingly, and when Rafa's watch beeped 7:15AM, she bid her best friend a fond farewell, grabbed her backpack and keys, and headed out the front door without even acknowledging her parents.

It didn't take long for her to get to school - they practically lived five blocks from it - so she took some time to lean against her car and watch everyone rush in before she decided to follow. When it was 7:35AM, she found a few of her fellow jocks inside and began to converse with them. They started talking about the basketball game last weekend, and before she knew it, Rafa was so entwined in the conversation that all four of the teenagers blinked rapidly at the sound of the warning bell. She quickly hurried to class, forgetting to say goodbye to her friends but knowing they didn't really need one. They understood. Rafa only wished her parents could grasp the same concept.

Joel:
Thanks man. He said and opened the book slightly. He looked back up at Francis as Jake, Johny, and Kyle said thanks. Joel leaned back and began to read those pages. He didn't want to but he had to get his grades up. Your accents' pretty cool. I went to France once, everything was cool. Big buildings, awsome food, nice people. He didn't have anything else to do.

Francis smirked slightly at Joel's comment.
"Ah, Thank you Anglettere." He answered, sighing. Everything he did was seemingly perfect, as all the americans would say, his hair, his clothes, his skin, his voice, his grades, everything.
"You Americans..are interesting."

Joel:
Thanks. I'm Joel by the way. And these are my friends Kyle, Jake, and Johny. He said and put the book in his backpack. He leaned back a little bit. Kyle was writing his essay and Jake was helping him with it. Johny fell asleep in the chair a few minutes ago. Joel tapped his friend with the back of his hand. Dude wake up. He grinned. Johny jumped awya and rubbed his eyes.

"Mhm. Yes, i know who you are. We are in ze same classes, no?" Francis said, flipping a few strands of his golden-blonde hair out of his eyes. He scratched his rough chin, and smiled at them. "Well i had better be off. Arevoir." And with that, he was gone.

Joel:
I think so. Arevoir mehame (May-Ha-ME). He didn't know if he pronounced it right. If he said it right it would have been 'Good Bye friend.' (I think). He got up with his friends when the bell rung and then went to his second class. It was a guy teacher. He was friends with Mr. Garret because Mr. Garret was an old family friend.

Francis trotted back into class as soon as the bell rang, flashing a smile at Ms. Walles before grabbing his stuff and heading off to Mr. Garrett's room. Mr. Garrett wasn't his favorite teacher, he always seemed to question everything Francis did. He shrugged off the feeling, and took his seat in his room, one next to Joel's. Mr. Garrett walked up to him and looked questioningly down at the teen, who raised an eyebrow.
"Bonjour Mr. Garrett." Francis greeted, earning a scoff from the older, who walked off. "Stupides Américains.." He grumbled.

OOC: I'm afraid I may have to drop out - I really wanted to stay in this roleplay but it's going to fast for me to keep up. For example, I just finished writing two paragraphs and now the scene's changed. So, sorry...

ooc: I know, i was about to say I was going to sleep so if we could slow down a bit, we also need to wait for 31_Flavors.