. Life - Live it the way you want to . -- A High School RP

[Le Chi]

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[Le Chi]

(i gtg, night all)

[Emi Undead]

[How can I start? :3]

[Hemera]

Zila walked slowly up to the school. This should be interesting, she thought as she slipped through the front doors silently. Going immediately to her first class, she saw only one other person there, a girl who looked very nervous. Instead of saying anything, though, she walked to the back of the room and took a seat.

[Le Chi]

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[Emi Undead]

Clifton made his way down the hallway, ignoring the looks he got from other students. He made his way into the classroom. Seeing it was about empty, he wondered if he had come to the right classroom. He shrugged, walking to the back of the room and sat down near the back, propping his legs up on the table and crossing his arms behind his head.

[Le Chi]

Isabella looked around. There was one girl who came in, almost entirely in black, and not a few minutes later did a guy looking quite similar to her, prance himself right in. She had to suppress a giggle, he thought he was so cool didn't he? She sighed, knowing it would still be quite a while before class came into session.

[Daylight Savings]

Izzy walked through the school hallway unnoticed. She stopped briefly at her locker to get her books, then made her way to the classroom. And another day begins, she thought, while pausing briefly to survey the classroom and decide where to sit. "Hi. Zila right?" she asked the girl who she decided to sit next to in the back.

[Hemera]

"Uh, yeah..." Zila muttered quietly, glancing at the boy sitting at the other table at the back of the room. She considered moving there, but decided to take her chances with this girl.

[Daylight Savings]

Izzy sat down. Every time I put myself out there and try to be nice, people react as if they wish I wasn't talking to them, she thought. Maybe I should just become a mute. Izzy put her head down on her desk slept until the bell rang. Her new foster parents had kicked her out of the house last night after she had accidentally dropped the milk carton. She had been forced to wander the cold streets with nothing but her pajamas on all night. When the bell finally rang, she woke up and rubbed her eyes. They would have even worse bags under them now, she knew.