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OOC: That too. If we could slow down a bit, that'd be great. Otherwise I can't keep up.

OOC: Oh okay then. Well this is Paused. I have to go to bed now anyway so see yall tomorrow.

Mr.Garret:
Good morning Joel. Class. He smiled when he said Joel but his smile vanished when he said class. He turned his back to the class and was writing on the board. He was the Economic teacher. Joel hated every subject in school except for Science. Joel passed the 5th note to this girl and when he read it he shrugged and ripped it up and threw it in his backpack. He shoved his books in his desk.

((Ooc: I know it' on pause and all, but I feel the need to post...))

Spanish class went by in a blur, not much to learn about, considering Jose all ready spoke fluent Spanish. Every now and again Mr. Bratt would test Jose by flicking some high vocabulary his way, but Jose knew it, it was all old news. The period rushed by, Jose finished his homework without thinking twice and then tucked it away in his folder and left for his next class. Next up was AP Biology with Mrs. Foster. Jose never really liked Mrs. Forster, mostly because he had a strong haunch that she was racist. As he entered the class Mrs. Foster’s eyes shot up to meet his. Jose, being slightly shy, took a step back, getting a strong vibe that he wasn’t wanted in the class. Mrs. Forster’s lips pressed into a tight straight line as she got up and clapped her hands; this usually meant a pop quiz. Jose took his seat and took out his assigned homework. Mrs. Foster snatched the paper away, taking careful observations on his work, trying to find something wrong. Jose smirked though, he was a smart kid.
“You forgot about number 5” Mrs. Foster spat at him, pressing the paper to his desk and pointing a sharpened nail at the question. Jose eye’d it, then made a clucking noise and shook his head. He flipped the paper over; usually he had something written on the back, but not today.
“I guess I did” He said, rolling his shoulders back. This earned him a few snickers from some of the girls in the room, Jose flushed red.
“Missing assignment, you can turn it in for 50%” She said, whipping out a pen and writing a note on her hand.
“Now, wait a minuet,” Jose argued “this is the first assignment all year that I didn’t do one problem on.” He pointed to a guy sitting next to him “He didn’t do 4 problems and you’re giving him full credit!” Jose said in exasperation. He didn’t like Mrs. Foster in the slightest.
“Yes, but he had football practice after school, he hardly has time” Mrs. Foster said, seeming to have made that up on the spot. Jose snorted.
“I have soccer practice after AND before school and I always do my homework” He countered.
Mrs. Foster flushed red “N-No excuses, if you have a problem with my use of grading then you can take it up with the principle!” She exclaimed, and Jose gave her a hard look.
“I don’t want trouble.” He said finally.
“Then turn it in for 50%” She said, not missing a beat.
“No!” Jose said, he then caught himself yelling and slapped a hand over his mouth.
“Principle, now!” Mrs. Foster exploded. Jose pretty much gagged. He got up, collected his things, and looked at her.
“I’ve never done anything to you, just because I’m Mexican doesn’t mean you can be cruel to me, so stop being so racist and get your life together” He spat before walking at a quick pace to the principle’s office. This school was run by fair-skinned kids. Jose was one of the only Hispanic students at this rich kid school.

ooc: same here Flavors, jut one quick post? ^^

Francis muttered something else in French, before opening his book-bag and pulpit out his magazine. He was very careful reading during this class, so he often just stashed his 'secret magazines' away during this period and read about the latest France events and fashion. He looked around to room, his blue eyes falling apron the teacher, who hated him, for some odd reason.

Joel: He looked back at the girl who kept reapting his name over and over again. What! He said aggitated. She looked at him and was about to say something when he snapped again. It's done, It's over, I'm done talking about it so shut up! He turned around to mad Mr.Garret. He sent him out of the class and into the hallway.

Rafa was bored to death. She had only been to her first class and already she wanted to skip school and go home. While switching classes, she decided to take a bit longer today rather than immediately go to class. Her parents deserved it, after all. They were fighting again this morning - they had led her to believe they had solved all her differences by being quiet whenever she was there. Now, all of a sudden, it brews up again? Impossible. They'd been deceiving her this entire time, and that didn't earn brownie points in Rafa's book. Now, she stood leaning against her locker with the books for her next class in tow. She really didn't feel like going to Biology, but figuring she'd have to sometime, she groaned and began walking.

Just as soon as she did, though, she noticed someone walk by. She stopped before the door, trying to remember a name but all words were lost to her. She did remember that he was Hispanic, and this particular teacher seemed to always rag on him. She probably sent him to the principal again, she thought. Hm... The principal. Perfect. That was how she'd get back at her parents. Being the rebel she was, she took the first chance she got and walked quietly after the boy. When they were nearing the principal, she leaned against the nearest wall, crossing her hands over her chest with a smirk across her face. She had long since put her books away in her bag. "So, what'cha in for?" She asked in an attempt to make conversation. Although it came out unnervingly calm and brilliantly stylish, Rafa wasn't so sure she should have done anything at all. Now she was beginning to regret talking to this kid at all. Any kind of social behavior shook her to the bone, even if it wasn't obvious. Oh well, too little too late. She'd have to deal with it.

Joel:
He got talked to out in the hallway and then got sent back into the classroom. Joel sat down at his seat and looked around at everyone whispering and giggling. Joel slouched in his seat and looked over at his friends who were shaking their heads with a grin. Joel did the same and looked away for a minute.

Francis lounged in his chair boredly, staring at his magazine. He sighed, looking up and seeing Mr. Garrett standing over him, holding out his hand for the magazine. Thank God it was just a regular French one, or he'd have been screwed. Reluctantly, Francis handed over his magazine before being ordered into the hallway as well.

Joel:
The girl behind him started to sing My Happy Ending to Joel. He turned around with fists balled. If you don't shut up. He said between gritted teeth. She stopped singing and sat back. She sighed and Joel sighed aswell. He looked at Francis being led out into the hallway.

Francis allowed himself to be yelled at before he played his 'I was done with all my work' innocent act. More Peres than ever, Mr. Garrett sent him back into the classroom. Francis smirked as he sat back down in his seat, rubbing his scratchy chin.

Mr.Garret:
He wrote more things on the board before turning to his class to give one glance. He caught the girl in the second row chewing gum. HE took a ruler and slammed it on her desk. Spit it out now! Joel grinned a little, that was the girl that liked his other friend that had sadly passed away. Joel looked her dead in the eyes.

OOC: Don't forget, we have to wait for the others.

Jose walked briskly to the office, but then hesitated outside the hall, why did he have to go in anyways? He balled his fists, stupid teacher, stupid school, stupid life. Jose let out a long, dragging sigh, trying to think things over, and then noticed a body was leaning against the wall next to him. Usually this meant trouble, sometimes it meant a cunning racial slur or two, other times maybe a Prep had come by to shove a burrito down his throat. Jose couldn’t have that. He was on a strict no calorie diet for soccer.

Jose slowly looked over, only to see a girl, just a girl. She had a kind of sporty look to her, well built, nice body, lean muscular legs, pretty. She was in his Biology class, right? Jose caught himself doing a once over of the girl and then blushed crimson, embarrassed. He then tried to play it cool by stretching out his shoulder and grunting at the pain. He looked over at her when she said ‘What’cha in for?’ and cracked a grin.
“Nothing really, Mrs. Foster is racist and thinks that I some sort of illegal alien or something. I don’t blame her though, considering that I’m one of the only Mexicans at this stupid school.” He said, rolling his shoulders back in irritation. He hated her so much, everything about her, no, everything about this school. Jose was born in America; his parents had all ready been naturalized 6 years before his birth. He was just as American as the next white kid here. Jose knit his eye brows in thought, his parents made okay money, how else would he afford to go to this school?! He bit back a sigh then looked over at the girl.
“You?” He asked, realizing she probably wanted a returning question, most people liked talking,

Rafa was surprised at his general kindness. Although he sounded irritated by what could only be the discrimination against him, Rafa could tell that he had no intentions of lashing out at her. This seemed to ease her a bit, and his attempts at trying to play it cool didn't go unnoticed. Anyone could tell it was cheesy, but it made Rafa smile. Most people didn't bother to even turn around; she was something close to excited that finally she had guts to talk to someone new again.

"Well..." She blushed, realizing that she didn't even have a reason to be here. She turned until she felt her cheeks go cold again and faced him with a cool expression. "Honestly, I don't have anything better to do. Sad, huh?" She managed a laugh. At first it was fake, but it gained in confidence as she realized nothing bad could happen to her at the moment... When she got home, sure. But for now she was fine.

((ooc: Should we have everyone meet? O.o))

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<-- That's what Jose looks like(: ))

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Jose smiled at her response “Ah, playing hooky, I see?” He asked, more of a statement though. Jose ran a hand through his dark hair, and then eyed her again coolly. She seemed stressed, nervous even. This girl didn’t seem the type to play hooky all that often, she seemed a bit more reserved and unsure of herself. Jose tore his eyes away from her and smiled a little more.