The Class Turtle [open to Freshmen]

[whyerd]

Breathing hard, Akamai enters the classroom. He didn’t run to school, it’s been a while since having to walk a distance longer from one room to another. He is healthy now, just still tired. The green boy heads to the back of the classroom, assuming there isn’t a seat setting.

He piles his stuff on top of the desk, to serve as a pillow. The boy’s face cratered the bag, taking deep breaths. I hope they will forget that I’m starting here today. I don’t want to go up there and make me introduce myself... I’m sure if I told them I was Satan, they would believe me also. Though he likes fooling people, in a way he hates when it’s so many people. Sanbi hates stupid people; and anyone that falls for the innocent act is automatically put on that list. He wouldn’t be friends with someone stupid, but the people who don’t fall for it are usually indifferent or hateful of him.

He may appear to be asleep, that is because he is. Last night’s coughing fit had kept him up until 4am. He’ll need to rest anyways. Acting can be one of the most challenging and energy stealing jobs there is.

[meh]

Shiori, as usual, had walked effortlessly to her homeroom. No one bothered to stand in her way - even being a freshman, people knew of her foul temper and her heartless nature. She scoffed at those people, saying that they were idiots.

But this morning, Shiori was in a better mood than she'd been in in a while. She was even carrying herself with a slightly more relaxed posture than usual. Why had this happened? Well, the night before Shiori had learnt that her parents' jobs were going to keep them on a weeks trip out of town, and that her parents had decided that they needn't hire a nanny. Of course any person would be glad about this - any teenager would, atleast. They'd be excited to throw a party or something ... but Shiori was just glad to have the house to herself. Peace and quiet, without annoying parents.

Shiori slid around the door of the classroom quietly, peering around quickly before placing a paper on the teacher's desk. Some stupid essay they'd had to do. Shiori had found it so unimportant that she hadn't bothered to edit and spell-check. She was just turning to head to her seat when she noted someone - a boy specifically - with his head buried in his backpack. His eyes were closed ... and he was sleeping. Shiori felt her right eyebrow pop up slightly. He sat right beside her. Great ... She thought to herself, rolling her eyes as she slid - a little more noisely that necessary - and looked over at the boy. "Hn," She jutted her twin out, and glared sideways at him. She rolled her eyes again, and clasped her hands together, waiting for the bell. She was on time as always .

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Sorry its so short ... I have limited time.

[whyerd]

The clasp sets him off, "Is it class all..."THUD! "Ow..." He fell on his side, as waking up caused the seat to fall away from the girl. Getting back up, he sets the seat upright and looked at the girl, "Oh... hi..." Shyly, he seats back in his seat and takes out a notebook and pencil, then puts the bag under the desk.

Why does someone has to be here now... Maybe if I act shy, she'll go away. Don't tell me there's a seating arrangement... Why do people have to get so defensive in where they sit? The green boy stays seated, deciding to doodle until class starts.