History Class

[Yatalu]

Thursday. High school. History class. 2 PM. The walls of your class room are quite caramell-colored. There's that kind of hospital lights on the ceiling. The desks are instable and the chairs uncomfortable - only the teacher's looks so nice. The neighbourhood of the litter bin is entirely covered with pieces of paper and paper planes.

Subject: the economy of Europe in the 16th-18th century... very interesting. The sarcasm can be heard all the way in Antarctica. And the teacher ... Mister Cooper, a very tall and skinny man, wearing glasses and always carrying a book weighing at least 10 lbs, doesn't make it less boring.



But ...... what will the students do to make the class more interesting? More paper planes? Kidnap the teacher? Be inventive


It's 2 PM ! DRIIIINNNNNNNGG!! (=the horrible noise that drags us all to class)

[Yatalu]

Even though he was wearing the entire school uniform correctly and according to the rules, it was clear that Eadlyn was quite different from the rest of the class. His once platinum blonde hair had been dyed blood black, and he was wearing his usual diamond cross earrings in both of his ears. Being as often the first to enter, he was always able to take the seat entirely in the back of the class room, at the left end of the row: the closest spot to the room in the back.

Eadlyn wasn't the most popular person at school, being always very quiet and seldom kind or cordial to anyone. He actually only spoke to his classmates when they would ask him anything - which was seldom the case. It would probably not be any different today.

The boy took his usual seat and put both of his legs on the desk, leaning backwards to have the best view outside: the entire park, that he had to walk through entirely on his way back home -.-'

[PAIN]

Matilda walked into the class rom and shutting the door behinde her,she obsverved what little creavtivity there was in the classroom. "How dull..." She sighed and sat in the 2nd row 4th seat,it pointed tword the middle of the bord.She allways was a book worm,reading chronicals of books in a day.She sat her bookbag next to her desk on teh floor and got out her notebook and pencil.She was allways asked if somewon can borrow a pencil from her or some pape snice she was allways prepared.She placed her elbows on her desk and rested her hands in her palms and swinged her legs back and forth under her desk.She was rather inpainted in class,she wanted to learn everything and learn it now.Her purple curly hair laid on her back and some over her shoulders.She continued looking around the class and waiting for it to start,her deep blue eyes waiting in anticipation.

((she dosent have the mask on))

[Yatalu]

Being distracted by the amount of books that a normal human being could still be carrying with her, Eadlyn had lost control over his chair and fell off it. He and the chair fell down, and in an attempt to keep himself in balance, Eadlyn would have pulled the desk down with him.

The class would just have started, but suddenly Eadlyn had - for once in a lifetime - the full attention of what was probably all of his classmates. Unfortunately, Eadlyn realized a little too good that the history teacher would've forgiven him .... if he were not to have shouted at least ten swear and curse words while he had been falling down.

Eadlyn's cheeks turned a little red, and, trying to read both his classmates' as his teacher's face, he stood up again, moving his desk and chair back to their original place. However, the teacher wasn't very merciful and pointed at the chair Eadlyn hated most: the one in the middle of the first line, where no one ever dared to sit down because it was so close to the teachers.

Eadlyn packed his stuff very slowly and moved over to the other seat even slowlier, not especially because he wanted to spill as many time as possible, but because he was so well aware of the glaring of his classmates.

[PAIN]

Matilda looked back at the boy cofused why he fell over and a bit astouded by his luanguage.She dident laugh,or find it funny when somewon else got hurt.She found that inhumaine and very imature.She looked around at the other classmates seeing there expressions,amused,annoyed,and on some lust.She could understand why some of the kids like him,She read in magazines that most woman find the "bad boy" type sexy.As the teacher told him to come sit in the front she looked at him in abit of pitty,nowon liekd to be called upon like that.She out of anywon knew how it felt the most.Allways being misjudged and misunderstood.
The teacher started to speak and her mind wa elsewere. "Foucus..." She whisperd to herself.She wasent going to lether grades slip,ot even by the tinyest percet due to her feelings.She got her pencil in hand and prepared herself putting the date in the corner and waiting to take action.

[Yatalu]

As Eadlyn walked through the aisle, his eyes caught Matilda, and he wondered what she was thinking - although they had been in class together for a whlie now, he still didn't knew her at all. Which could actually go for all of his classmates, but he knew that many of them were just ... random, as any people you could meet anywhere. Hence why he seldom talked >_>

Eadlyn would take a few empty papers and a parker ballpoint to be ready to take some notes. He usually didn't, as he were to remain unnoticed -the teacher always returned to the front when he had walked only halfway the aisle- but sitting in front had this extra difficulty that it were absolutely obvious if you would not take any notes. He sighed. This promised to be the most awful Thursday afternoon of the year.

[Romengale]

-Romengale would rock back and forth on the back legs of his chair as his eye’s strolled over his other peers and their antics. Getting rather bored of the teachers droned voice, and his classmates boring conversation, Romengale pulls from his pocket two small, heavy looking, balls. He would then rolls one at the teachers feet, and then the other. He did this very slyly as so the teacher didn’t notice. Once they got near the teacher, they collided under his feet with a loud “Crack!” a lot like a firework. Romengale would try his best to keep his cool and not laugh, as he went back to rocking in his chair as a smile started to form.-

[PAIN]

Matilda allmost jumped at the loud "cracking" noise.She then turned to look back to who played the prank.Romengale,the prankster.He was childish and imature and was very interuptive.As the class laughed and cheered at his prank Matilda turned back around,her elbow on the desk and her head in her palm.She did not find this amuseing... "Ugh...how can people be so childish and watse there education liek this..." She thought in fustraton.

[Yatalu]

Eadlyn wouldn't be able to keep himself from laughing as he tried to look where it had come from. Unfortunately for him, mister Cooper was blocking his sight. Between a few giggles, he looked up at the teacher's face, trying to look serious.

Mister Cooper was looking at him in a very evil way, from which could be read that someone was going to pay for this move. It took a few seconds before Eadlyn realized that the teacher had charged him guilty.

He started to mutter. "But mister ... you can't be serious, can you? ... it wasn't ... I didn't ..." If he were only able to make that smile disappearing from his lips, the teacher might have believed him.

However, it couldn't be true, and Eadlyn stood up to take the direction mister Cooper's finger would point. At the door. And a teacher's finger pointing like that usually meant: 'to the dean's office'. Eadlyn packed his stuff and walked outside, trying to check the faces of the people on the first line as he walked outside.

Not like the dean and he would still meet each other that day ...

[PAIN]

Matilda couldent bare to watch this going down.She knew she was proboly going to get builled or teased about it later but she knew she had to do it,She raised her hand and spoke firmly befor Eadlyn could walk out the room. "Mr.Cooper,Eadlyn dident plant the bomb.It was Romengale." She pointed tword his direction in the back without turning around.She knew whee everywon sat and remeberd what everywon looked like,She had photographic memory and identifyed everywon.Her expression stayed firm,not agressive looking like she wanted to start a fight,But she held her ground.

[fallenangel]

Rachel sighed as she walked into the class room in her usual lazy stride. Her long layered brown hair was teased hair poof-ed up around her face. She looks around the class room with her observant light brown eyes. She could tell from the lack of colors and educational posters that this particular class would be a drag or in better words extremely boring. A little sigh escapes her pale lips knowing she would have to push herself hard to pass this type of class.


Rachel spots a lone desk in the front row that just begged for someone to sit in. She walks to it siting down finding a comfortable position. She then sets her black backpack next to the desk. She unzips it going through her materials. Inside the medium sized backpack were textbooks, lined paper, pencils, pens and Rachel sketch book. Instead of pulling the textbook out and a sheet of lined paper she takes out her sketchbook and a small gray mechanical pencil.

She opens the sketchbook as she begins to sketch four horses, onto each of these horses sat a men. She delicately sketches in small details as she glances from the corner of her eye. She noticed other students in the room. She sighs lightly. She knew none of them could get close to her because of the beautiful pendent hanging around her neck. If someone was to get close to her they would become sick with a quickly spreading virus that would kill them with in mere seconds or they would have years of their life absorbed. She lets another almost depressed sigh out. She longed to have a friend but because of the pendent she couldn’t

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