(I kinda wanna make this a musical theme, kinda like high school musical in a way, this is an anthro pony Rp.)
(If you don't wanna go anthro then I'm fine with that. I'll start this off.) Desmond walked through the school, the first day back was not what he wanted at all. Ever since the fire last year, he felt uncomfortable in this building, of course, he had no choice but to be sent to school. His parents were always control freaks about grades and college. He hated school, but enjoyed watching the people fight and stress. (This is not how I expected to start off but its something than nothing)
Megan went through the halls at school, her hair falling over her eyes as she continually stayed against the wall. That didn't help her when she was roughly pushed into the lockers, resulting in her dropping her books "Get out of my way!" hissed the girl who pushed Megan, strutting past, leaving Megan to scramble to pick up her supplies.
Desmond saw bumped into various times, pushed to the side by jocks of the sort. As he made his way to his class, he saw that it was mostly jocks,"Great." He said to himself as he picked a seat. This year was going to be long.
Megan grabbed her books, and stood up. She pushed back her bangs as she headed to class. She sat down in her seat, her dark brown hair falling over her face. She took out a notebook, and wrote some things down.
As the bell rang, the students took their seats, still talking to their friends and what not. Desmond sat in one of the middle desks, being in the middle of what conversations there were. The teacher walked in with some form of an animal skull. As she sat down the class went completely dead quiet, few chuckles could be made out.
"Welcome back to school students," The teacher said as if she were a mechanical of some sort, "For those of you who are new, my name is Ms. Weslin, and I am your history teacher for the rest of the year." She walked by everyone, handing them a five inch book, on the front it said, 'Student hand guide.'
Megan took her notebook, noticed the worn spine, and the wrinkled pages. She sighed slightly, and tried to straighten the book's insides.
The teacher sat in her desk once all of the books were handed out, "Now then, turn to page three and we can begin for today-" "So os this some class of laws?" Desmond interrupted. "Excuse me, but we raise hands-" "Ok, you didn't answer my question though, will be only learning about this book or are we learning about other things as well?" The class was silent, the teachers face turned a slight pink, she was angry, "You and I are going to the office this instant!" "Answer my question." "We will be learning about History, now get up and go to the office-" "But you said that we're both going to the office." "Go!" The teacher said throwing a piece of chalk to the ground. Desmond with a huge smile on the verge of laughing exited the class, making his way to the office.
