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Jul 28, 2010 10:46PM
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Sky walked to her lockerLucus got his stuff and went up to Sky"So what classes do you have this year"
Brooke woke up late. She quickly took shower and put on a white t-shirt that said LOL in pink and yellow letters. She put on short jean shorts then drove to school. She parked then went to her locker
"I've Mrs.Hartley, Mr.James, Ms. Kal, and other teachers who's names I cannot remember"Lucas laughed
"Come on lets get to class"Rebecca and Lucas walked into class. Lucas sat in the back next to a girl who had come in late
Collett sighed when she walked into school.She went and grabbed her schedule and walked to her first class.
While most looked sleep deprived and aggressively bruised with insomnia, Erzsébet moved like in a game of rush hour, stopping and starting with her elbows proving to be as nifty as drain-o in a hair filled shower pipe. "Mozgassa az útból. Lehet? Elnézest! [Move out of the way. Do you mind? Excuse me!]" She bumped through, shrewd at how ox-like these lazy students were.
Erzsébet mentally noted the brilliance of bringing a free, fresh pot of coffee to serve to them every morning. Yeah. She might do that. . . Once she could actually through this blood clotting!
"Excuse me!" She rushed to someone just about to enter class, "this rohadt schedule is making nothing sense! Could you tell me what this yellow means?" She asked, twisting in her long skirt to talk to them better.
((And this is to whoever actually happens to be on *sweatdrop*.))
As Jay was about to wlk into the class he notices the strange girl"Uh hello is there any i can help"
She blinked back and pointed to her schedule upside-down. "Of course," her accent slapped over her words. It was often mistaken for Russian, "and who might you be?"
Her eyes flashed in concern and she twirled it over, "Thank Istennek or even more, thank Jay Leon! I thought I was reading Greek!" She exclaimed.
Now looking at the schedual it started to clear up. There was the days of the week written in english and even a note from Roderich telling her where to stare her lunch (front pocket to the left, and no father from the zipper then the red mark... What OCD? Roderich wasn't that OCD).
"Uh, Ok," she looked a little lost, "if you must," she smiled tightly, eying her schedual again like that with a rabbit heart.





