Emma groaned, walking into school. She hated school more than anything in the world. I suppose, it was the fact that she was surrounded by so many smart, talented people, yet she didn't know how to do anything for herself. She sighed, spying her locker and quickly going over to it, attempting to avoid having to talk to anyone. She wasn't in the mood to talk, and when Emma didn't want to do something, she made sure that you got the message. "Oh, god, I wish I had a cigarette right now," She murmured aimlessly to herself, placing some stuff inside of her locker.
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Once Austin had made it to school, he stood in the back of the crowd, going unnoticed, for the most part. He fiddled with the edge of his grey beanie, glancing around aimlessly to see who all was there. Austin always noticed people, he just never really spoke to them. He found his locker in no time, and after contemplating the matter of putting some stuff away or not, he went on through the hallway to his first class.