Taylor sent the text, and slid the phone under her notebook's cover, which she opened. She grabbed a pen from her bag, and began writing. She wasn't really writing about anything specific, though. Taylor wrote down random thought, story ideas, bits of lyrics, all jumbled onto one page. The writing was off the lines, on the lines, sideways, horizontal - it was everywhere. It was one of the ways she expressed herself; by terrorizing a piece of paper.

Crystal sighed softly, she had already finished the experiment for this class and no one she knew was in this class. It wasn't like she could just leave. Maybe she could though... With a devious smile Crystal coughed a few times, her breath hitching as she coughed harder. The first were fake but now that she had pushed her body into it the coughs were wracking her body; thank you smoking challenge. Someone looked at her and motioned the teacher over. After an initial examination he wrote a note and pressed it into her hands. Giving her permission to skip the rest of class and go to a nurse.

As soon as she was down the hall Crystal took a few deep breaths and slowly calmed the coughing that threatened to make her throw up. With a small smile she noticed the empty halls from everyone being in class and she tried to think of something that she could do. Being a very smart teenager and bored was not good for Crystal, this was when she was at her most troublesome.

(( so where is everybody??))

"I don't know what I'm getting into either, sorry I couldn't help." Jules murmured, adjusting the sound on her iPod and leaning back in her seat. Maybe people thought she was listening to something, but she really wasn't. She just sat there and watched everyone. Some girl hiding her phone after sending a text. Boys talking to girls and laughing. And her in the middle of it all.

The boy that had spoke to her looked somewhat familiar, but only in the eyes. That's the only way Jules could remember anyone anyways. But she was sure she hadn't met him anywhere. Instead of asking for his name, she closed her eyes and pressed 'Play'.

It wasn't quite the response that he was hoping for, but Jake didn't have much room to argue at the moment. Shrugging his shoulders, the boy turned back around to face the front of the room and wait for the class to get started. Most of school was just a waiting game for the senior, always looking ahead and waiting for the next best thing. Sitting back and enjoying the moment was something that was happening less and less lately, the stress of graduation looming dark and darker on the horizon.

Leaning back in his head, Jake allowed himself to space out for just a few seconds and reset the world around him. Finally, he turned back around to the girl behind him again. He could faintly here the music from her headphones, giving him a pretty good sign that she wouldn't be able to hear a world he said. Time for some fun.

Rather than speaking, Jake opened his mouth and began to move his lips as if having some important conversation with the girl. Of course, there were no words, but she wouldn't know the difference.

Laine started walking towards where her Science class was located. "So, tell me about yourself. Strange facts... um... what's your favorite color? Favorite band? TV Sow? Stuff like that. Then you can ask me... if we run out of time, we'll pick up at lunch," she said, smiling. She wanted to get to know this boy. "Assuming you want to sit with me at lunch?" she added, looking down timidly.

Jules glanced up to see the boy turning, and his lips started moving. Since one of the earphones that she had in her ear didn't work, she knew that he wasn't talking. Perhaps this was some sort of game to tease her. But she was about to play along. No, she wasn't going to speak, she didn't exactly like her voice.

So her lips started to move along with his, half of a fake smile lighting up her face. "Well that was fun." She murmured with the same mocking smile on her face. Jules turned the music off and placed her iPod into her bag, pulling out her sketchbook.

Thoughts were rocketing around in her head. Thoughts like: when is the teacher getting here? Her pencil moved quickly over the paper as she started to draw a girl. A girl sitting on a bench, hugging her knees and crying. A boy hiding behind the tree that was behind the bench, watching her pain.

Strange how the mind works.

((Where is everyone? Is this role play dead?))