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    he stood up and looked at the teacher. "you know what? its a free country! we can do what ever! stupid teachers shouldnt be nagging on and on 8 hours of our life so back off!" he growled at the teacher


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    Jason looked up at the boy standing up. He immediately felt fear in the pit of his gut, and knew Ms. Stone wouldn't let him say that and get away with it. He worried for the boy, because Ms. Stone was a teacher to hand out detentions easily and quickly.


    "That may be true, but we have laws and rules for everybody to follow. Including you. Now go to the principal's office. Now." Ms Stone said, her anger apparent.

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    Grace glared at her, maternal instincts kicking in instantly "he's just speaking his mind, don't teachers support that?" she was usually a good student, but she was protective of her classmates    [align=center]


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    "He is talking back. Much like you are right now. Would you like to accompany him to the principal?" She asked, obviously not in the mood.

    "Good. Now on with the lesson;" Ms Stone said, just going on and on, never stopping long enough for good notes to be taken. She was, obviously at this point, the teacher who everybody would hate.



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    Jason looked over Grace and gave an apologetic look. All Grace had tried to do was stand up for that boy, and Ms. Stone decided to yell at her too. He felt really bad that had to happen to her on her first day.


    OOC: Do you want to skip to lunch?


    ❤ Paris ❤
    -All righty, skipping to Lunch.


    The bell rang and I shut my book, and got up. In a hurry to get away from Mrs. Stone. She scared me, I mean... Ugh. As I walked down the school halls I dodged several Teens who wanted to touch me or call me a little Emo freak. I wasn't Emo, I wasn't a freak. I put my books into the locker and went into the lunch room, Dubstep came from my headphones which were wrapped around my neck, I stepped into the Lunch line and leaned up against the wall.


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    Jason walked to lunch by himself before Casey surprised him by jumping out and putting an arm around his neck.
    "Hey, buddy!" She said, messing with his hair.
    "Casey," Jason groaned.
    "Oh you know I'm just messin' with ya. How's your first day? Anybody give you trouble? Because you know I'll be on them like that," Casey said, snapping her fingers.
    "No, Case. Nobody has messed with me." He said.
    "Good, I'mma go run up with my friends. You be good!" She said, running up to catch up with her friends.

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    OOC: They're out of class and going to lunch now.


    IC: Jason looked over at Grace and smiled slightly. "Sure," he said.

    he whipped around, his face red as fire. the teacher is the one he hated. he stopped byhis locker and opened it....



    his POV
    i pulled a sketch book from my locker and a pencil from my book bag and headed to the lunch room. my plan would go perfectly. i entered the room. barly full of student and sat down at a table in the middle.


    ❤ Paris ❤
    I take a lunch tray and pile some food onto my plate then sit down at a table, I didn't exactly have any friends yet, I was knew to the school. But not used to siting alone. I take a small bite of my food awkwardly.

    Brandon saw her and walked to the table. He sat next to her still holding the sketch pad and pencil in his hand. "Hey I never got to know your name in Brandon"


    ❤ Paris ❤
    I look at him and give a small smile, "Paris." I say. Then after a few moments I notice his sketch pad and immediately I was interested. I used to sketch but stopped and became a dancer. "You draw?"

    He nodded and smiled. "I've been drawing since 5th grade but I don't think their that good" he said letting out a tiny laugh.


    ❤ Paris ❤
    "Is that your... Talent?" I ask, well this was a academy for the Talented. I take a small sip of my drink and set it back down onto the table.


    ❤ Paris ❤
    I smirk to myself because I could take that a perverted way. Though I chose not to. "I used to sketch, but I sucked at it. So I gave up and started dancing." I say.