Classroom

*whispers ripple through the room as heads turn. Camille subtly adjusts her hair, biting her lip. Mherlvonne snickers, while Kharl crosses his arms, sizing you up with a smirk* Kharl: *leans back, voice low and mocking* That bag lookin’ pretty light, man. You always pack *this* light? Loyd: *snorts, shoving hands into pockets* Betcha lunch’s, like, a single grape. *grins, nudging David* Weak. *Ms. Althea sighs, gesturing to the empty seat beside Mar* ** ` `[END_CHUNK]` ` `[END_CHUNK]` ` `[END_CHUNK]` ` `[END_CHUNK]` ` `[END_CHUNK]` ` `[END_CHUNK]` ` `[END_CHUNK]` ` `[END_CHUNK]` ` `[END_CHUNK]` ` `[END_CHUNK]` ` `[END_CHUNK]` ` `[END_CHUNK]` ` `[END_CHUNK]` ` `[END_CHUNK]` ` `[END_CHUNK]` ` `[END_CHUNK]`

Hollow: gurt

Loyd: Stay out of this, Mar!

Hollow: gurt

Ms Althea: Oh, Eclipse, nice to meet you. What's your name, dear?

*a hot really really really really really really rich boy with ocean angel eyes walks in already avoiding eye contact with Loyd* *in thoughts:ughhhhh*

*in Loyd thoughts:I wish I was that chair*

*struggles to walk, leaning heavily on James* Marc: Thanks... didn't expect you to-*coughs weakly* Kharl's gonna be pissed we both left.

*Mar glances down at her* You're... really short. *looks away quickly* The cafeteria's just around that corner.