The Devil's Academy discussion

Johnny walked in, wearing his P.E. uniform.

Wren walked in wearing shorts and a tank-top. She didn't know what they were going to do here.

Even Kennedy could pull off the gym uniform; shorts (in her case-short shorts) with the school emblem on the front of the shirt. She despised it, but she tried her best to make it look hot. And, it's safe to say, mission accomplished. She walked into her gym class, two of her friends from her posse still following like puppies, with her head still high and a single hand on her hip. She looked around at the new-bes and smirked. They were definately in for a treat.
She sat down on the bleachers, waiting for their coach to arrive while she twisted her hair.

{Helloooooooo.......? It's like a ghost town here or something.}

((Ugh...sorry, you're right :P))

Wren walked over to Kennedy, "Hey."

((In the characters, you said that your only character was Lydia, and now you're saying Wren. I'm a bit confused.))

Kennedy's sharp, ice-like green eyes examined the girl who had just walked over and said 'Hey.' She sneered internally as she looked over her pale skin, dark hair, and hazel eyes. She was a small, pretty girl with delicate features. Beautiful, even. But Kennedy simply sneered, this time actually physically and replied a simply, "Hi," as she crossed her model legs and look away.

((Really? Ugh, I'm in sooo many other roleplays, I get mixed up. Thanks.))

Lydia sat down next to her. "I'm Lydia."

((No problem.))

Kennedy shot this Lydia a look, sneered again, and said, "That's nice to know." Why is this girl talking to me? she thought, resisting the urge to sneer again as she tossed her flame-like hair over her shoulder with a simple flick of her hand.

Lydia raised and eyebrow and went to sit somewhere else.

Kennedy smirked triumphantly and rested her chin in her hand as she put her elbow on her knee as she waited impatiently for class to start. She had been counting up the seconds mentally- she's a little OCD- and she was up to five minutes and fourty-seven seconds. {I hope you don't mind; I'll be the gym coach}
Coach Sanders walked into the gym five minutes late and out of breath. "Sorry I'm late, class," he apologized as she looked over the students, recoginzing most except for the few new-comers. He hoped Ms. DiVanner hadn't gotten to them already, but judging by the smirk on her sly, red lips, she already had. He sighed, but said aloud, "So I see we have a few new students today. Would you all like to stand up and give your first and last name to the class?"

Lydia sighed and stood. She hated this.

Coach Sanders smiled and said, "Ah, and who have we here?" he asked, non-smiling as he looked at the beautiful girl with black hair and delicate features. But, of course, Coach never smiled.

"I'm Lydia. Uhm, my adoptive parents sent me here." Lydia shrugged.

"Last name?" Coach repeated. Jeeze, these students really didn't listen too well, he thought with a sigh.

"Brockett." Lydia smirked.

Coach nodded. "Any other new-comers?" He looked around at the students, waiting for a hand to shoot in the air or a student to stand up.

((hair? lol))

Lydia sat down and sighed.