imagine highschool ; literate

[king boo]

omg so sorry for no forms but homework comes first and when i have the time i cant seem to find fitting names ewe. apologies.

[Jenjo]

♕ seth kingston -- scar

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location- history classroom. tagged- n/a.

One last day, and then he'd be out of this dump. Just one more day - six and a half hours, or there abouts. Seth Kingston ran his lips over his teeth as he rounded the last corner of the narrow pavement. His high school stood over him, and had done over the last few years, but today he would leave as a free man. After today, he wouldn't have to abide by those restricting rules he so often broke - he would be free to do as he pleased, so long as he managed to dodge the law. That wouldn't be a problem for him, though. Seth had always been the type to get away with almost anything.

He was late - fashionably late, actually. He had been late to school every day for as long as he could remember, so he wasn't tempted to bother breaking the cycle. As usual, Seth walked up towards the front doors of the main building, throwing open the doors with a more dramatic flourish than was necessary. Without trying to hide it, he scoffed to himself. Preppy posters were still stuck up on the wall from prom, the wall displays were still eye-hurtingly bright. Pulling a disgusted look on his face as he brushed by them, Seth weaved his way through the corridors at a leisurely pace. Most others had already made it to their classes or were lingering in the locker rooms/not bothering to even go to class. It was the last day, after all, so who could really be bothered? Seth was only there so that he could rip at least some of those tacky displays off the walls on his way out.

Practically strutting - for Seth was a proud young man - into the History classroom, he threw open the door and stood outside briefly before making an entrance. The class wasn't a full one anyway, and several people had already claimed their seats. Taking his usual place in the back right hand corner by the window, Seth threw his practically-empty bag onto the square desk and slid into his chair with elegance. Trailing his bony fingers through his thick, wavy hair, Seth observed his surroundings. The walls were dull with plain reams of text, so at least looking about didn't hurt his eyes. Still, he regarded everything with a sense of bitterness, detaching himself from the few other students in the classroom and casting his mind elsewhere.

[elfaron.]

ｌｅｏｎａｒｄ ｃｏｎｒａｄ ｈａｒｄｙ．
тнe lιoɴ ĸιɴɢ'ѕ тιмoɴ

x.xthere are no words for how relieved conrad was. no more school. just kicking back, and relaxing. a vacation. food- oh, lots of food-, relaxation, time with friends- if they'd stop looking at each other like they're going to get married- all that fun stuff. and oh, was he excited or what? he was excited. but, there was one catch- he have to make it through the final day first. which was the worst. that was the day when all the 'cool' kids decided they'd slack off and scream at the top of their lungs. the soppy couples made out and cried and made out more. and then there were kids like conrad who just silently suffered through the six hours of pain and eyes that had become sore from staring at the red numbers on the black clocks.

x.xneither conrad nor his mother really, truly trusted the boy to drive, and while he did have his permit, he had still never gone any farther than it took to back out of his driveway, so of course he still took the bus to school. he felt it was a touch embarrassing, damaging to his pride, really- but he knew he'd probably end up killing a good fifteen people, and better safe than sorry, right? the only problem with that, though, was that he was forced to get up at five in the morning rather than procrastinating leaving his home until seven as he surely would if he was his own mode of transportation, so three hours into his day and he'd been in his classroom for an hour and was nearly falling asleep in his seat.

x.xhe was in history, which was likely the dullest start possible to his day, but conrad was certainly not complaining. he was glad it wasn't p.e., which was the one class he entered optimistic yet left feeling like death was upon him. but conrad had been blessed with the gift of being able to memorise dates and names without any trouble, and while he really thought that the gift of athleticism would be much more useful, he was glad he had some sort of advantage here and there. that being said, he was also in a slightly more advanced history class than most kids his age, thus all the creepy senior kids happened to be in the same class. timon hated that. however, he'd be done with history after today, and he could just conveniently dispel all the useless information from his mind a year early. that was a plus.

he had a bad habit of putting his feet on his desk, that he'd picked up around fifth grade, so he was nearly asleep, reclining- really uncomfortably, he might add- in his chair when the door flew open and seth kingston waltzed in in his usual manner. and boy, did conrad have words about that kid. he was sulky, a bit moody, possibly a touch too confident- really, arrogant would be a better adjective, he decided- obnoxious, idiotic... his list of describing factors stretched on and on as conrad muttered under his breath about the "incredibly obnoxious entrance; dear god who does he think he is? the king of the universe?" as the older boy made his way to the seat he always occupied- one to the right and two rows behind conrad's. this, he thought, was going to be an incredibly long day.

ｔａｇｇｅｄ; seth kingston [scar]xxxxxxxxxxx.

[lean.]

reserve for rain's post, sorry it's taking so long, had tryouts this week!!

[Jenjo]

♕ seth kingston -- scar

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location- history classroom. tagged- leonard hardy [timon].

Leaning back into his seat so far that he would almost seem to slip off it, Seth surveyed the room and spotted nobody of much particular interest. Well, there was Conrad. Little brat, he was. The room was so quiet, even with the teacher's droning, that he could just about hear Conrad as he muttered under his breath. King of the universe? He liked the sound of that. A smirk tugged on his thin, dry lips as he stared at the back of the younger boy's head of red hair. The kid was two years younger than him but had somehow managed to get landed in the senior's history class (of course, Seth stubbornly refused to accept that the boy had gotten in on intelligence rather than luck or something or the sort).

The teacher droned on and Seth blanked it all out, as per usual. What did he care? He would never have to sit in this stupid, boring classroom again. The only topics within history he had enjoyed were the ones in which dictators ruled. Namely, Joseph Stalin. Fascinating man, he thought. A strange man. For a few brief moments, Seth's mind wandered to nothingness, before snapping back to reality at the shrill ring of the class bell. So he'd spaced out for more than a few moments - who cared? Lazily, he trailed his fingers through his wavy hair and pulled himself up and off his seat with grace. He quite literally strutted his way out of the classroom without a backwards glance, only to bump into the redheaded Conrad on the way out. While he hadn't been in a good mood, he certainly hadn't been in a bad one, so his response was not as harsh as it could have been otherwise. "Watch where you're going, brat." he glared, practically spitting at Conrad's face in disgust.

>> Writer's block, sorry ;3; and also very sorry for the late reply ;A;