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Kyle hurried the rest of the way down the stairs, a grin on his face, "Hey, what's that supposed to mean? I can fend for myself." He paused when he and Kenny were close, his arms halfway out as if ready to give a hug. He hesitated, letting his arms fall to his sides. He took a small step...

Kyle froze at the first sign of noise, retreating back up the stairs so that he was protected by the wall rather than the banister. He held his club defensively until he registered a few facts. First of all, it spoke, so it wasn’t a zombie (that could be for better or for worse—humans could be...

Kyle sent a glance behind him before darting into a nearby house. His eyes darted around the living room quickly, and he held his golf club up as soon as the front door was shut behind him. Thankfully, the house seemed to be empty, filled with the same stench of half-rotted food as most places...

((Ahaha, don't worry about it)) "I know!" Darius replied, voice bordering on a whine. "School can be so stupid! I am not looking forward to another year of dumb jocks pushing us around, yanno? But what's your reasoning, Ave?"

Darius gave a smile, leaning his head on the other's shoulder, closing his eyes. He wouldn't fall asleep (it was hard for him once he was awake anyway), not that Avery would ever let him; it was just comfortable for him.

((@Carter Jake Mason , don't worry. I'm sorry for disappearing too. I went camping!)) Darius gave a mock pout at the other's reply, but then grinned when the other took out his phone and asked to take a selfie, "You're obsessed with those things, aren't you? Sure."

Darius thought over the question, tilting his head. But then he gave another yawn before he replied, "At least the learning part. And the not sleeping in part. Sleep is important, ain't it?" He leaned his head on the other's shoulder, "So you know how Cece's been begging for a pet for, like, a...

Darius ran to the stop, panting, "Sorry for the wait. Woke up late." He stretched towards the sky, giving a yawn, as the bus pulled up. He walked into the bus first, picking their seat (sitting together was non-negotiable, obviously) and taking the window seat. He set his bag on the ground...

Is there really a need to put something here? Like, it's not like I need a hook or anything since we're already going to start this... Well, here it is, @Carter Jake Mason ~Angi~

"Oh, yes, Alex, right? I forgot. See me after class and I'll give you an overview," the teacher replied, "If you're confused, just read your textbook while go through the lesson." With that, he went straight back to the lesson like nothing happened.

"Sam," the redhead replied, "Trust me, he doesn't suffer fools gladly." Three minutes or so later the bell rang, signalling the beginning of class. The teacher said good morning, happy Monday, and that he hoped they did their homework because it's due. There were a few groans from the people...

(Could you rewrite it? The teacher's li'l bro does the hw before it's even assigned xD )

(I'm confuzzled...the teacher was talking to the pricks who were taunting him...)

"You mean my obnoxious older bro-- ah, screw you too!" Sam said, adding the last bit when said older brother hit him with a book spine. Then the brunette turned to the troublemakers, "You guys stop messing around too, since if your homework's not done, you'll fail this class. And it's due in...

The redhead couldn't resist a small smile when the target transferred from him. Sure, that was mean, but he simply didn't give two craps at the moment. Then the teacher walked in. His older brother- best teacher, right? Yeah... His brown-haired older brother walked up to him, "Really? Take out...

The problem with having a mixed-grade class, Sam thought, was that there was the chance to have to deal with new kids. But he kept his eye-rolling inside his head, giving a half-hearted wave to the blue-eyed boy.

(Sorry, I've been busy) Sam looked out the window, twirling a lock of red hair and only vaguely listening to the music echoing through his headphones. His cat-like yellow eyes stared at the formless mass outside, seeing who he could and couldn't recognize. There was that prick, the one he had...

@Harbinger Character away!