-Aaron
As the bell rang for class to end, Aaron jumped up and was the first one out of class. Trig had been a long, slow-moving class. He could tell already he'd have to force himself to attend everyday; and it was only the first day. As he made his way back to Building 10 to retrieve his History book, he cursed himself for not grabbing it before Trig. He saw a group of friends he used to chill with back in his Junior year. He didn't want to be late, and lose out on seats in the back so instead of catching up with them as he usually would, he walked on, nodding in their direction.
AS he made it to his locker, there were, as usual, the nerds parked right next to his, "decorating" his or her locker for the year. He muttered "idiots" as he brushed by them and to his locker, opening it on the first try and grabbing his History Book. [i]WOOH, Mr. Castelli,[i] he screamed silently in his head as he hurriedly made his way to the classroom, just before the first bell rang, leaving a few available seats in the back. When he arrived, he realized he wasn't late like usual. In fact, there were only a few people already seated. He noticed a fairly attractive red head already eated in the back. He made his way back there, sitting in a seat not to far from her, then pulled out his phone, checked the time, and waited for everyone else to arrive.
As the bell rang for class to end, Aaron jumped up and was the first one out of class. Trig had been a long, slow-moving class. He could tell already he'd have to force himself to attend everyday; and it was only the first day. As he made his way back to Building 10 to retrieve his History book, he cursed himself for not grabbing it before Trig. He saw a group of friends he used to chill with back in his Junior year. He didn't want to be late, and lose out on seats in the back so instead of catching up with them as he usually would, he walked on, nodding in their direction.
AS he made it to his locker, there were, as usual, the nerds parked right next to his, "decorating" his or her locker for the year. He muttered "idiots" as he brushed by them and to his locker, opening it on the first try and grabbing his History Book. [i]WOOH, Mr. Castelli,[i] he screamed silently in his head as he hurriedly made his way to the classroom, just before the first bell rang, leaving a few available seats in the back. When he arrived, he realized he wasn't late like usual. In fact, there were only a few people already seated. He noticed a fairly attractive red head already eated in the back. He made his way back there, sitting in a seat not to far from her, then pulled out his phone, checked the time, and waited for everyone else to arrive.