http://www.everypony.com/forums/showthread.php?12372-High-School-Never-Ends-(Signups) (It's the first day of the year. You may begin when ready.)
Alicia entered the school slowly, and as she started walking every male turned and watched her, several of them drooling. She walked straight through the school, causing several other students to trip over their own feet. She quickly arrived at her homeroom, with the door closed, the teacher not there yet. She shrugged and leaned against the wall, waiting for the teacher or another student in the class to arrive.
Jacob walked into the school, metal legs clinking with every step. He made his way to his homeroom and slowly opened the door. "Hey. I'm not late, am I?" He asked, peeking his head in.
Jackie came to school with a smile on her face, wearing the jacket she commonly wears, she walked to her home room at a constant pace, then made sure it was the right room by checking a paper
John was the next to arrive at the homeroom adjusting his leather jacket when he arrived, he turned towards the others. "Hi, names John Smith. Recently transferred here from London (can't think of a pony pun) hence my accent."
Jacob gave a weak sigh and made his entire way in, revealing his metal legs. "...So I'm early then, I take it." He said, disappointed that he didn't get a response. "...And don't stare. Please."
Katie walked into class, wielding a huge instrument case. "Stupid.... Walrus...of an instrument!" she gasped in anger.
Jackie chuckled went she saw Katie, then took a seat at her desk & asked John,"what subject is first?", & pulls out her supplies from her backpack
(Nope. You were accepted, [MENTION=3157]Eluuna[/MENTION].) "Would you like some help with that, miss?" Jacob offered to Katie, smiling. "It looks pretty heavy. I think I might be able to help a little bit, miss."
"Really? That'd be great." she said hoisting it up a little. "Sometimes, I wonder, why didn't I primarily go into viola. Those are nice and light. But, no, I had to pick Big Cello here." She glared at the instrument, but then her gaze softened. "But it sounds really pretty."
"Neat. So... Where do you want me to put this?" Jacob asked, grabbing the instrument case. "...Oh... This is pretty heavy, I guess. B-But, yeah, where do I set this cello or whatever down?"
Alicia had followed the first person into the room and took a seat in the far back corner. She was trying to not pay attention to anything, but seeing Katie and her giant instrument made her giggle slightly. She was at least glad she wasn't being stared at like she had been in the hallways.
(There's the 150 character minimum, Eluuna. One strike. Sorry.) "What do you mean by that?" Jacob asked, trying not to pry too deep. "Are you, like, new or somethin' like that, miss? Erm... What's your name, if I may ask?"
(Ah, right. I'm on my phone, so it's difficult for me to judge. ) "Katie." She said, laying it down by an unoccupied desk. "Katie Brighten. What about you? And, yeah." she admitted sheepishly. "New here." She stared at the cello thoughtfully.
"Jacob. Jacob Hansen." He responded, setting the cello on the desk next to him. "If you want, I can move it for you later. But, uhm, wanna sit here for now?"
She gave him a smile. "Sure, right there's great." She put her backpack on the back of her chair, and sat in the chair. She pulled out a folder, and took some advanced sheet music out of it. Tapping a pencil against her bottom lip, she began to circle and write in little notes in small, spiky handwriting.
Mareann pressed her way into the homeroom, looking mostly to the floor rather than the room itself. Her hands were holding the straps of her backpack as she very quietly made her way through the room to her designated desk. In contemplation, she stopped and stared at her desk for a few moments, judging its location, the distance from others, and those that would be sitting around her. Her black clothing made a contrast in the lit room. Black knee-length skirt, black t-shirt with a purple skull design at the center of her chest, and all ending with black socks that stop just below her skirt, leaving only a little bit of skin showing, and a pair of black slip-on buckle shoes.
