Creedence Public High School {ROLEPLAY}

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    Faithlyn smiled smugly, content on getting a reaction from Natalie. She collected her books and strode out after Derek and Natalie, her shoes clicking on the hard floors.

    Natalie sat in the front row in science, where Mr. Argent let them choose their seats. She tapped her desk anxiously as she waited for class to begin.


    Danny sat down in History, with Ms. Williams. He opened his binder. World War I. Hurray. He shuddered as the teacher began on trench warfare. History was his secret passion.

    Faithlyn flopped down into her desk, her brown eyes blank. She stared into the distance as the teacher taught the English lesson. The brown haired girl twirled a lock of hair, impatient for the end of class.

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    A few questions: How many classes before lunch? After school ends to we just skip to the next school day or do you rp meeting school friends outside of school? =)[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=white; opacity: .50; width: 200px; height: 84px; border-radius: 5px;]
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    OOC- Sure! There's only so much you can do in each class!
    IC- Faithlyn leapt up out of her seat as soon as the bell rang. She rearranged her scarf and slipped through the hallway, pushing a few freshmen out of the way.
    The brown eyed girl made her way to her locker and dropped of her books, then she continued down the hall.

    Natalie went to her locker and grabbed her lunchbox. She walked downstairs to the cafeteria, and to the table generally occupied by her fellow nerds and friends. She pulled out some peanut butter and crackers and began to eat a little.

    Derek closed his locker grabbing his drawing book and pencil. He walked to the lunch room grabbing a tray, He grabbed a pizza and a water, he went and paid for his lunch, walking out of the line he went and sat by himself and started to draw while eating.

    Faithlyn made her way into the lunch room. She stopped at Derek's table for a moment on her way to the lunch table of cheerleaders. "Drawing again?" she asked as she leaned over his shoulder.

    Faithlyn left Derek's table and flounced over to the table Lyracole was sitting at. She took at seat and leaned forwards, resting her head on her hands. "So, how has your first day of school been so far?" she asked. The two popular girls sat at the table together, waiting for the other cheerleaders to join them.

    Stereo and Late jogged up the front steps of the school, pushing through the front door as they held their Starbucks coffee stiffly in their hands. Late placed his palm on the lunch door and pushed it forward just enough for them to slip through.
    "You do realize that we are probably the whitest white people on this Earth, at this moment?" Chase said, stifling a laugh.
    "If only I had an iPhone, then my whiteness would be complete. Or perhaps, money to actually buy an iPhone... that would be pretty amazing." Stereo sighed, "Poor freshman, I wonder how long it will take for them to realize their sacrificing ten years off their life span every time they ingest the toxin socially known as lunch food."
    Late nodded mournfully, "I weep for their lack of braincells."
    The blonde haired girl turned around and slapped Late with the back of her hand across his shoulder, "Don't be mean to the Freshman, when you were there your stupidity was truly infinite."
    Late shrugged his shoulders lazily before setting his food down at one of the tables in the middle of the cafeteria, and sitting down on one of the red plastic chairs.

    Stereo tapped her fingernails twice against the plastic lunch table, signalling that she would be back before sliding out of her seat and slipping onto the one besides Derek. "Hey, um..." Stereo rung her hands together nervously. "You looked lonely," she glanced over at his drawing, "It's beautiful, but it's eyes are empty. Once you can get a drawings eyes to hold something more than only the fragile, two-dimensional paper underneath, a drawing truly comes to life." The blonde smiled up at him.

    "Um... Kinda." Stereo looked down at her hands that were folded in her lap, "My mom used to be an artist, well, until she gave up on it and became a stripper. Yeah, don't worry that even sounds quite weird to me." Stereo chuckled bitterly as she looked at the hard plastic table. "Then she gave up on life."