School.

I crouched down next to Franco.

"Hmm.. I dont know.." I teased, " I glanced around the room and fixed my attention back on Franco. I laughed a bit. "Yeah." I said smiling.

Just then the doorball rang. I jumped. I went over to the door and opened it. Jamie walked in and glanced at Franco on the floor then back at me.

"He slipped." I replied.

"Right.. Um, anyway this is from mom. " Jamie handed me an envelope. " I dont know what it is either so dont ask." Jamie said as he saw my puzzled look.

I watched as he walked into the living room. "Alright.."

I looked down at the Creme Colored envelope and had a bad gut feeling. I dont want to open this..

Noah didn't mean to be late for school. everything just sort of, went wrong. His alarm didn't go off, he didn't have time for breakfast, his mother yelled at him for being late, and he forgot to back his sketch book. 'this is gonna be a looong day' he thought to himself when he finally got to school...

Iris drove up to the school in her black x5. She was so late in the school year because she had been vacationing in spain for the last couple weeks. Not that her parents knew. Or cared. That was okay with her though because spain was one ongoing party. Iris grudgingly parked her car and pulled her tiny miniskirt up even higher. "I just love school" she said to herself sarcastically. She was hungover and not that happy. Thank god she was a good liar. She climbed out of the SUV and started walking towards her first class.

(O.O.C) what happened? this really isn't going anywhere huh....

(I know that nobody have been writing here for more than one year, but...)
The classes started. A girl named Elizabeth was sitting on one of the front desks. She's only 14, but is already in high school. Beth answered every question the teacher asked. She even corrected him once. She was looking at the blackboard with her innocent black eyes, copying everything, even the information she have already learned before. Beth put her huge black curly hair behind her ears. She continued writing, but then her pen ended. What now? Beth was ashamed to ask to borrow one, but she didn't have anything else to write with.