Leo walked shakily d own the halls, his eyes looking around quickly. His parens had won a free vacation, and it was only for 2 people. Of course they wouldn't come during his last day off for the month. They still hated him for causing a flooded house, a few fires, and quite a bit of broken furniture (not all in the same day, thankfully) from his previous flip-outs when he was 4. It wasn't his fault everyone seemed to HATE his guts! Closing his eyes, Leo took a long sip from his foam cup of coffee while walking.

Bad idea.

Of course, he walked into something. Or to be more precise, someone. His coffee spilled all over the person, and he started to yell, "Nooooo!"

But it was too late, as his foam cup broke on the floor. Leo looked up at the now coffee-stained face as things began to hit him. The blond boy really messed up this time…

Quickly, Leo flipped. So much pressure! Why did this always happen to him? "Ack! A-are you okay?! Oh crud, I'M SO SORRY! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" He shrieked. This was really bad. He fell to his knees and rolled up into a little ball on the floor, crying and twitching.
Glandur walked out to the courtyard with Rosaline on his back, the latter giggling with glee. The elf chuckled and the demon asked, “Can you put me down, big brother? I wanna show you something.” Rosaline was helped down by Glandur, and she reached in one of her pockets of her dress. The young demon pulled something out, and handed it to Glandur.

Was that... His old handkerchief, washed to a pristine white, like new? “You gave this to me, when I was crying from that mean girl. I kept on forgetting to give it back, so here you go! I also washed and ironed it.” She smiled happily as she held it towards him and Glandur looked surprised, then smiled.

“Really, for me?” Glandur asked, and looked amazed.

“Please, take it!” She smiled and Glandur nodded. Rosaline put it in his hand, and Glandur put it in his pocket.

Rosaline requested to sit with him on the bench, and they sat, Rosaline looking up at the blue sky with puffy, cotton clouds.
Getting up from under a tree in the courtyard, Nicholas walked to the cafeteria to visit his parents. They came a long way to see him, and he was maintaining a high grade in school. Nicholas knew they would be proud to see that grade, and all would be well.

Remilla stared a little dreamily out of the window of her dorm. Break passes in a flash. Not that she had anyone to visit her. She stretched her wings out behind her. Hell is definitely more exciting than this, but as long as she was in the human world, she never knew what she could find. Surprises seemed to be waiting at every corner in here, and as far as she was concerned, much more fascinating than the demon world. It was one of the reasons she had wanted to stay, anyway, despite being stuck in her eight-year-old body. She looked down at the people down below. There was a boy with golden hair. Leo? She thought, trying to place his face in her memory. She had almost read every student record she could find in the general office out of her boredom, and devoted it all to memory. Underneath the tree, there was another smaller girl and an older man. Rosaline and… Glandur. Yep, that should be about right, she decided. Not many people watching then, it was perfect for flight. She had hardly gotten a chance to stretch her wings after some parents saw her. It had been a mess to clean up. She opened the windows as wide as she could on tip-toe, before backing away to the back of the room. “And… go!” with a swish she was out of the window and into the sky, laughing with delight as she swooped over the campus. Feeling the wind under her wings was the best feeling in the world.

Coffee. That was all Modesty could smell. She has never tasted coffee before, but the smell was quite familiar. Lots of teachers and students depended on it at this school. She has yet to understand why that is. She does just fine without it. As she debated whether or not she should try some to see what all the hype was about the smell of coffee became overpowering. Modesty looked up just in time to see a small jittery boy bump right into her. His own coffee cup falling to the floor but not before spilling its contents all over Modesty.

Hot is all she thought. The coffee was hot on her face and body. Not burning hot but still hot. She clenched her fists to help take the pain away but it didn't help. The boy in front of her started to freak out. He dropped onto the floor, crying.

"Ack! A-are you okay?! Oh crud, I'M SO SORRY! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!"

Modesty's golden eyes grew big. She was definitely not a mean person. Quite the opposite actually. She would never hurt anyone or anything. And even if she was mean all he did was accidently spilled his coffee all over her. Modesty knew all she had to do was take a shower and change clothes. Not like he chopped off her arm, right?

"I'm okay." Modesty said," It's okay. But are you okay?" She couldn't help but giggle because of how many times she said okay. With one hand she covered her giggling mouth and the other, she outstretched her hand to offer the boy help to get up.
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"What a waste." Khalida said aloud to herself. She had just witnessed two people collide into each other and spill some coffee. Khalida was a fan of coffee herself, well black coffee that is. She had a cup every morning. Her arms crossed over. If coffee hadn't been spilled she might've laughed at the two. It was pretty funny.

"What's a waste?" Adam asked. The two siblings did not hang out together often, especially not at school. The rare occurrence only happened when they were forced to be with each other. Which they had just been. Their mother had just dropped by for their last day of break to wish them luck and what not. Even though Khalida didn't show it she was still happy from seeing her mother. Adam on the other hand was kind of bored.

"Nothing." Khalida said looking away from the spilled coffee.

"I'm okay... It's okay. But are you okay?" The feminine voice said.

Leo sniffled a little. So she wasn't going to hit him, like most people did? He slowly sat up, saw the hand and took it to help himself up "I'm o-okay, I guess..." His brown eyes were still a little red from crying. "Sure you aren't gonna hit me for that?" He was used to being kicked, punched, or slapped, so it was odd that this person wasn't about to.

The 10 year old remembered the cup on the ground and reached to pick up the pieces. "Ah... Such a waste..." He muttered to himself.

Jin was simply walking around the courtyard, quite bored honestly. He never got any visitors seeing as how his parents were... well let's just say they wouldn't be visiting him any time soon.
He wore rather casual attire of a black, half long sleeved shirt and some black jeans. However his white as snow hair contrasted with the all black clothing he seemed to wear. Of course the common colour was not on purpose, they were just his most comfortable clothing that actually looked good on him. As he continued to stroll around campus, his bright, blue eyes noticed someone flying around campus? Seemed to be a female but it was hard to tell from the ground as she flew behind a building and sight of her was lost for a moment before coming back out from the other side. Well, isn't that interesting. You wouldn't catch Jin doing such a thing no, he most certainly did not want anyone knowing he was an Angel, especially someone of the female flying around's type. A Demon, he could only imagine what an annoying conversation might brew between himself and a Demon. Letting out a sigh and shielding his eyes from the sun as he watched the Demon fly around, he took his gaze away from the girl as he could hear distant voices. It seemed to be a young girl and an older male, he wondered what they might be talking about? Probably nothing interesting or at least to his interest.

For now, Jin went to a nearby bench, and seated himself on it, resting his arms on either side of the top of the bench and slouching down in the seat. When it came to being bored, the only thing he could do was really just relax.

Aimee walked out to the courtyard, meeting a blue-haired girl around 15 at a tree without anyone nearby. She had just gotten fixing her cloak, when someone needed to talk to her.

"Hey Aimee, I have a question... I think you’re an expert in answering it…”The girl said and Aimee nodded.

"Ask away. I am the love expert here, after all. Not just self proclaimed." Aimee smiled.

"Should I ask ... HIM... out?" Aimee almost screamed at this, but managed to keep her happy act up as the girl quickly glanced at a boy with white hair. She ALWAYS got this question. It was always annoying to see someone ask her this, because she would have to tell them the hard truth. If one didn't tell the one they liked, what if the person they liked got engaged, or died, or left them in some way?

"Yes, without a doubt. If you never say you like him, how will he know? ... Wait... Do you even know him?" Aimee realized the blue haired aqua, Indigo, probably never even talked to him.

As Aimee asked, it was too late. Indigo rushed over and Aimee tried to stop her, but the girl was too quick.

"Willyougoutwithm-" Aimee smacked her own forehead as Indigo turned into a small pile of shapeless, blue goo, her clothes now on the ground. Indigo turned into a goo when she was nervous, and the only sign of her about to turn into goo was Indigo quickly talking so her words were almost a blur.

Aimee continued to walk over and picked up the gelatin-like state of Indigo, and said to the man Indigo was about to ask out while picking up the clothes, "Sorry about that. Indigo gets really nervous when talking to men.”Indigo quivered in her gooey form after Aimee said this.

Aimee began to leave to the girls dorms after picking up the last article of clothing. Indigo was NOT going to be happy with Aimee when Indigo turned back into a human.
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Meanwhile the duo of Glandur and Rosaline were looking at clouds. Rosaline pointed out a few clouds that looked like birds, and some that looked like cotton candy, and some that were abstract pieces of art. Rosaline giggled a little. She loved being with her “big brother”, Glandur.

Rosaline felt like they were being watched by something sinister, but tried to ignore it. She always felt like she was being watched, after that human scum killed her parents and almost killed her. This time, the feeling was stronger.

Glandur noticed Rosaline tensing up and not talking as much. "Something up?" He asked, a little concerned.

"Hm? ...Oh, it's nothing." Rosaline answered, and Glandur didn't push her to say anything else.

A few minutes passed, and Rosaline heard a distant voice talking quickly, so it was hard to understand what the female voice was saying. She looked over, and saw a girl turning into goo near a white haired man, and a girl with a purple cape with her palm on her face standing a good distance away.

Jin glanced up at the girl who stood before him as he remained seated on the courtyard bench, wait what did she just say? Raising a brow at the young girl as the corner of his mouth raised into a sort of grin. "Huh? What was that, I didn't quite catch tha-" He was cut off mid sentence as he now realised the girl that had stood before him was now a pile of goo and clothes on the ground, he pulled a rather odd face to express how surprised and disturbed he was by what just happened. Did he do something wrong? What the hell just happened? "Uh... Are you.. Okay?" Pausing a few times between words, still trying to take in what had just happened he found it necessary to at least ask if she was alright.
Suddenly another female came along and picked up the gir- uh goo? Probably a friend? And apologised on, Indigo was it? Yes on Indigo's behalf for being nervous when talking to men. Well that made things much more amusing, he almost felt sorry for the poor girl, couldn't even get out a proper full sentence without turning into goo before him. "That's alright" Jin replied to the girl before then looking at the quivering goo and shooting it- her a soft smile "hopefully we can all talk again without turning into goo hm?" And with that said the female and he goo friend Indigoo- go, were off. Indigoo might become a new unfortunate nickname he had created for her.

After all that, he noticed the young girl and older male were still wandering around, what were they doing? Were they out here for some fresh air or something too? But, the girl seemed quite curious as to what had just happened moments ago with the goo. His sharp, narrow eyes looked into hers with an almost cold- but unintentional -glare. Something about her was off, it was obvious she wasn't human, possibly a Demon? Hopefully not. The male with her seemed to be an Elf by the look of his pointed ears but he shouldn't judge a book by its cover, even if he was confident in his accusations. He turned away, realising he was probably coming off as creepy or rude and continued to take in the world around him in the great outdoors.