Realistic or Modern High school

[MAROON QUILLNEST]

Starter
It was the first day of school at bear lake there was the freshman the sophomore the junior’s and the seniors. We’re all exited a little scared and we’re all just praying that this year will be nice and drama free. The school was enormous and at the very front was the library and then the gym that was next to the library and across from the gym was the cafeteria. Past the cafeteria was all our classes some of the teachers were nice some were rude. You have all the basic classes English,math,reading,science and history. you also have your electives tech, home living, library assistance, wood working, creative writing and creative communication. the goal this year is to have a great year and make it to next year...maybe.

select your electives please.

Rules
There is only one rule you have to have at least one paragraph.

 

[MAROON QUILLNEST]

Bump

 

[Prince Lutin]

Dalton was at his new locker, putting away the stuff he needed for later. He was looking forward to his sophomore year. Even though he was smiling, he was a bit nervous as well. Being a nerd, Dalton was pretty low on the popularity food chain. He was especially nervous about the jocks, since they could make a nerd's life a living hell. Dalton wasn't worried about wedgies (after all, in defiance of nerd tradition, he wore boxers, not briefs) but he was worried about being beaten up or stuffed into lockers. The popular girls weren't much better - Dalton remembered that in middle school a popular girl called him "fashion impaired" and made him cry. He thought that maybe this year he would be able to stand up for himself. But maybe this worrying amounted to nothing - maybe he should think of the good stuff instead.

"I like the first day of school," Dalton said to himself. "As long as I stay away from the jocks and the popular girls, I'll be safe."

 

[JaCrispy]

Aiden collapsed down in the middle of the track, breathing heavily. He had been doing laps and drills for an hour before school as he does every day. This routine was crucial now more than ever if he wanted any chance at being team captain in his senior year. Looking at his watch he noticed he had a good amount of time before classes started so he headed for the locker room.

Walking out into the corridors he was quickly met by his friends. Many would describe them and popular and others would describe them as bullies. But, he didn't care because he had to admit he wasn't the nicest of people. As he walked through the corridors he saw a nerdish looking boy at their lockers. Without second thought he shoved his head into the locker as he walked past, grunting "nerd" as he did so. This elicited a round of laughter from his friends as they continued on their way.

 

[Prince Lutin]

Dalton looked at Aiden and his friends, and then looked away. He tried his best to ignore them.

"Well..." he said to himself. "Better get used to this again."

After Dalton got far away enough from Aiden and his friends, he took a look at his schedule. The first class on the list was Reading. He looked at who was the teacher. The teacher's last name made him burst out laughing.

"Mr. Chinchilla? Boy, that's gotta be an unfortunate last name. I wonder what he's like. I bet he's probably really goofy. I wonder if he has a pet chinchilla. I love those furry things. I wonder what kind of books he'll make us read. Maybe we'll read a lot of cool books."

 

[MAROON QUILLNEST]

I see some kid that i swear i know but cant put a name on. He kept looking over at me and my friends. He gave us that look like oh i have to deal with you again witch is weird because I hardly know him and have never caused him problems. But to be totaly honest I fell bad for him because people treat him like dirt. He is for sure a character he is just strange just by the way he dresses lord knows what he is like. I watch as he gives one last look then turn to my locker and put in the code. I grab my binder my folder and my books say goodbye to my friends and turn in the direction of my class. Im walking through the halls I think of that weird boy one last time i think "doe's he have a bone to pick?"

 

[Superfly47]

Eldiza was nervous as she entered the school. I hope every is nice here, she thought. It took just a moment for Eldiza to realize this was not the case, she was horrified when a boy was pushed into a locker. Eldiza wanted to tell the bully that it was mean, but she didn't want the bully to focus onto her. Eldiza went up to the boy who was pushed and put her hand on his shoulder, "That isn't very nice. Are you okay?" After a pause, "Oh, I'm Eldiza."

 

[MAROON QUILLNEST]

I get to my classroom and sit down. This was homeroom most likely the class that's going to be the most interesting. My homeroom witch is first period is english with Mr. young the most basic white teacher last name. I recognize no one but I am early. Im trying to find a seat and i find a nice place in the back were people won't bother me. I set my stuff down and look at the clock we only have only 15 minutes until class starts maby Mr young will see im early and like me more. That thought made me smile.

 

[king_of_demons12]

Blair Ramirez​

Blair Ramirez approached the doors of Bear Lake High with her head held high in confidence. This year was going to be her year; she could feel it. She couldn't wait to get in there and meet all of those new people. She always reached out to everyone, regardless of if they wanted her to or not. It was just who she was.

Blair closed her eyes and sighed with contentment.

This is it: your big entrance. She thought to herself. Make it memorable!

And with that, she opened her eyes and pushed open the doors, not caring that she had just previously blocked the way for a couple of seniors trying to get in as well. Blair looked around the halls, getting feelings of nostalgia from her former years at the school. She had made so met so many fantastic friends in her Freshman and Sophomore years, but they had been all older than her, and had left the school after graduating. Blair connected with them since she was always older than the rest of the kids in her grade. Her birthday came right before school started every year; this year she turned seventeen just the day before. She knew she could always move on and make new friends.

That's what she made herself believe, at least.

Checking the schedule in her hand, Blair made her way to her first period, which was Precalculus. Her smile wavered. She was never really confident about math. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to continue walking up to the classroom door. She checked the room number, compared it to the piece of paper, then walked inside with a newly-found grin that hid any uncertainties she had before. She noticed a middle-aged woman with chestnut brown hair writing on the whiteboard in a blue Expo marker. It read: 'Welcome to Precalc!'

Blair tapped on the woman's shoulder and gave her a warm smile when she turned to look at her. "Hi there! Are you Mrs. Jones?"

The woman returned her smile. "Yes, I am. And who might you be?"

"My name's Blair Ramirez." Blair replied.

"Well, Blair, welcome to my class. You can have a seat wherever you'd like." Mrs. Jones told her.

Blair looked around for an open seat in the half full room. There were a good amount of empty desks, but she wanted to find the right one. And she did - a seat in the second row, three spots from the left. It was just the right amount off-center. She sat down and put her bag on the ground to the right of her, pulling out a new spiral notebook and mechanical pencil. Then she looked at the girl who sat to her left.

"Hey!" She said. "I'm Blair."

The girl looked up at her, rolled her eyes, then looked back down at the notebook she was writing in. Blair stared at her in confusion.

Did she really just ignore me? Blair thought to herself, greatly hurt by the action. She turned back to the board to see that there was bellwork that she needed to do. Blair sighed and began to do her math.

This was going to be a long period.

 

[JaCrispy]

Aiden made his way into his first class, precalc. The room was pretty full and could see that someone had taken his usual seat. Silently he made his way through the class and glared at the poor kid who happened to be sitting there. "Move". He said simply, making the girl scamper away. His friends occupied the seats around him and he greeted them with a smile and the occasional 'hey' before sitting down and leaning back in his chair. The class didn't Matter much to him, he just had to make sure he didnt fail anything to maintain his spot on the team, no high grades needed.

 

[FiSHY_Boi_0149]

Sydney sprinted towards the school.For some reason the bus driver drove off without him."What a jerk!"he said to himeself as he darted along the sidewalk.When he came up at the school gates he ran quickly towards the doors of school.He then raced throught the infinite hallways of the now dead-quiet building."Shoot, lost again!"he thought, losing hope.

Suddenly he remebered where the class was.He checked his watch and his eyes almost flew into the back of his head."1 minute!"he cried.He immidiately bolted to the other side of the school.The he took a left.Then a right.The a left.Another left.And another and another

After a number of wrong turns he finally made it to the history class.When he stepped into the room, the bell finally wrong.Mr Sterlace looked up from his desk and stared at Sydney."Mr Fisher."He said slowly."Nice of you to join us."
"I'm not late,Sir!"he exclaimed proudly."In the class;right on time."Hearing this, he slowly stood up from his desk and walked over to Sydney."Mr Fisher,what is the most important thing to have in a classroom?"he asked,hands firm on the doorhandel.Sydney hesitated and thought for a moment."Th-th-the students,Sir."he replied hesistantly.He then slowly bent down over Sydney ,with a smile slowy appearing on his face."And the second?"he asked with a humourous tone.

Sydney thought for a while.At first he was confused but then he realised.
"The textbook?"he replied,shivering.
"I'll be nice,since it the first day and give you 5 minutes.Dont be late again."he said as he started the timer on his watch then slaming the door in his face.Sydney closed his eyes,through his head up and groaned.He was tired and wasnt at all in the mood for this.He ahted that this always happened but he knew he just had to accept it.With one deep breath he calmed himself down.He then turned back to go and get his books from his locker.
That is,
if he could remember where it was...

 

[king_of_demons12]

Spoiler: Quote

Aiden made his way into his first class, precalc. The room was pretty full and could see that someone had taken his usual seat. Silently he made his way through the class and glared at the poor kid who happened to be sitting there. "Move". He said simply, making the girl scamper away. His friends occupied the seats around him and he greeted them with a smile and the occasional 'hey' before sitting down and leaning back in his chair. The class didn't Matter much to him, he just had to make sure he didnt fail anything to maintain his spot on the team, no high grades needed.

Blair Ramirez​

Blair had just finished her morning work when she noticed a group of guys file into the class. She watched as one of them - the ringleader, she presumed - told a girl to move and scared her out of her seat that was a couple of desks away from Blair. The girl shuffled to a seat in the back row. Blair narrowed her eyes at the boy as he casually leaned back in his chair.

That's so not cool! Blair thought in annoyance. She couldn't stand people who acted like they could just control people. She tried to push it out of her mind, but for some reason it just overcame her thoughts. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, and decided to stand up and walk over to him.

"Hey!" Blair said, addressing the careless teen. "She was in that seat first!"

She made her best confident face, trying to mask the unusual, nervous fear she felt about the situation. She silently thanked the theatre gods that she was an actress.

 

[JaCrispy]

Aiden lifted his head and laughed loudly at the girls words. "Okay? She's not in the seat any more and she seems very happy where she is now". He kicked his feet only the desk and looked the girl over. Her false confidence had no effect on him, it was quite entertaining really.

Silently he tried to figure out who she was, not instantly recognising her. He scoffed as he recognised her from posters for past school plays. "Best run along theatre brat, I don't hit girls but I know a few cheerleaders who can make your life hell". He smiled with fake sweetness, disinterest clear in his voice. Once again he leaned back in his chair signifying that he was done with the conversation.

king_of_demons12

 

[Prince Lutin]

Dalton had arrived in his reading class, which was located next to the precalc class. He could hear the kids in that class talking from the other room, albeit very faintly. After, Mr. Chinchilla arrived in the class. Mr. Chinchilla was a tall man with pale skin, long jet black hair, and brown eyes. He wore a black jacket, a white dress shirt, black slacks, and a scarf around his neck. He looked surprisingly stern for a rather young teacher.

"Welcome, students," he said. "My name is Lucas Chinchilla. That's Mr. Chinchilla to you. I will be your teacher."

Dalton and a few other students giggled.

"Ahem!" said Mr. Chinchilla, "Don't you dare make fun of my last name! I'm going to make it clear that I'm not going to tolerate any fooling around."

"Sorry, sir," said Dalton.

"Very well then," said Mr. Chinchilla. "I'll be passing out sheets outlining my expectations for this curriculum. As you'll see, I'm going to be expecting quite a bit from all of you."

Dalton didn't know what to expect from Mr. Chinchilla. He definitely seemed like someone you wouldn't want to mess with. Dalton often assumed that younger teachers were less strict, but he realized that there's always exceptions.

 

[king_of_demons12]

Blair Ramirez​

Blair stood there in complete shock, gaping at the boy's words.

Theatre... BRAT?!

She clenched her fists. "Excuse me? You are not just going to act like you dictate everything. I think that poor girl can speak for herself." Blair turned to the back of the class and gestured towards the girl, who was watching the scene play out in silence. "Tell him how you feel." Blair said to her, giving her a hopeful look. The girl bit her lip.

"I... um..." The girl stammered. Blair tried not to get upset, but she wasn't really helping her case.

Blair turned back to the rude oppressor. "Well, she doesn't like you pushing her around, and I don't appreciate you insulting my art." She stated bluntly, turning to walk back to her seat, not knowing what else to say.

"Oh. And there's nothing your precious cheerleaders can do that will bother me. I don't take crap from anyone. Especially you." Blair added as she sat down, feeling bitter-sweetly satisfied. She glanced back at the girl who had moved. Their eyes met, and the girl mouthed a quick 'thank you'. Blair relaxed her tensed up shoulders and smiled.

'You're welcome' She mouthed back.

JaCrispy

 

[JaCrispy]

Aiden was fuming. Fuming was an understatement. Who the hell was she to speak to him like that? To call him out and embarrass him in front of everyone else. "That's it!" He yelled and stormed to girls seat. Glaring, he slammed his fist on her desk, cracking it slightly. "You'll regret that". He snarled darkly at her and exited the class, flipping the teacher off on his way out to disregard their attempt at trying to keep him in. Once he entered the corridor he groaned in frustration, punching a random locker repeatedly.

 

[Prince Lutin]

While Dalton was reading the class outline sheet (which laid out Mr. Chinchilla's strict expectations), he heard the slam from the other room. He recognized it to be Aiden, and then he briefly saw Aiden walking down the hall.

"Gee," said Dalton, "someone sure woke up on the wrong side of the bed."

 

[king_of_demons12]

Blair Ramirez​

Blair looked up in surprise as the boy she just told off stood up and stomped over to her desk. She jumped when he slammed his fist on the tabletop, and watched with wide eyes as he stormed out of class, making a crude gesture to Mrs. Jones as he went.

Wow... Didn't expect that...

Blair winced as she heard his footsteps tread down the hall away from the classroom and looked down in embarrassment. She hadn't meant to cause a disturbance.

Mrs. Jones, who had been at her desk on her computer at the front of the room, sighed and gestured for Blair to come over. Blair twiddled her fingers nervously. Come on! On the first day?

The teacher looked at Blair with serious eyes. "I know that you were just standing up for yourself and Brenna, but I think the whole situation went a little too far. I'm not saying any of it is your fault, I promise. Just... How about you reach out to Aiden in a different way?" She offered kindly. Blair raised an eyebrow.

She isn't saying-

Mrs. Jones nodded as if she could read her mind. "Yes, Blair. I have to call the principal to come bring Aiden back now - and boy, will he get a heck of a detention - but I'm assigning you with a private task to be a peacemaker."

Blair's jaw dropped. "What?!" She exclaimed. This is even worse than detention!

Mrs. Jones gave the mixed teen a look, and she closed her mouth up quick, nodding and returning to her seat.

I can't believe this is happening! Now I have to be... friendly? To that jerk?

How am I even supposed to do that?

Is that even humanly possible?!

This is so... Hollywood high school cliche!

Blair pushed her thoughts away as Mrs. Jones stood up and finally began class after her phone call to the principal.

 

[JaCrispy]

After he released his anger, the boy slowly slumped against the lockers. He awaited the teacher who would inevitably come and drag him back to class. Of course, he would comply not wanting to jeopardise his position on the team but that didnt mean he had to be happy about it.

After a further 5 minutes a teacher approached him and lead him back to the class whilst informing him about his detentions. He mumbled a quiet apology to the teacher once he entered the class and glared down at the drama kid. With a sigh he sat himself back on his desk, resting his head on his arms suddenly feel exhausted with the day.

 

[Prince Lutin]

Dalton felt a bit surprised that someone would have an outburst on the first day, and he couldn't stop thinking about it. He felt like he hadn't been sympathetic enough. Then again, Dalton didn't know Aiden very well, and he thought that something might have been bothering him.

"Dalton Montminy," said Mr. Chinchilla, "are you paying attention?" Mr. Chinchilla had a habit of addressing students by their first and last name as opposed to just their first name.

Dalton immediately paid attention to Mr. Chinchilla.

"Yes, Mr. Chinchilla," said Dalton.

 

[macchiato_line]

Clara had woken up, sweating and panting. The old "first day of school"-nightmare. Great. As she sat up slowly, stretching her body, she realized that her alarm hadn't gone off. Clara looked at her phone. Class had already started. Great! Clara quickly got dressed in her usual black jeans and Iron Maiden t-shirt (which she had bought in H&M but she pretended it was from someplace cooler), she put on her usual black eyeliner and grabbed her bag to get on her bike.

About 10 minutes later, Clara came running into the classroom. Panting, she looked around for an empty seat.

"You're late," Her teacher said without looking away from the board. "Take a seat, miss James." He finally said, looking sternly at Clara. He had been her teacher last year, too. A frustrating student, he thought.

Clara's face was red. Everyone was staring at her, the cheerleaders snickering. She managed to mumble a "Yes, sir," and took an empty seat next to a nerdy looking boy.

 

[Prince Lutin]

Dalton noticed the girl who just came in and sat next to him.

"What happened?" he asked her. "Did your alarm not go off or something?" He looked at the clock on the wall. "We only have ten minutes left of class." He sighed. "Sorry if I sounded a little rude. I didn't mean to."

"Ahem!" said Mr. Chinchilla.

"I'll talk to you after class is over," Dalton whispered to Clara.

 

[macchiato_line]

Clara was about to respond, when their teacher demanded their attention. She nodded at Dalton, then turned her attention to the open notebook in front of her. She started doodling sunflowers, occasionally looking at Mr. Chinchilla explaining their assignments for the year.
She sighed, looking at the board.

This is suuuper boring, she wrote in her open notebook.
Why is this even a class. Why are all the authors on mr. C's list men. Why didn't my alarm ring. Did I forget to set my alarm? Clara wrote, and continued to write down random thoughts she had to pass the time. She wasn't going to learn anything in the last 10 minutes anyway. And before she knew it, class was over.

Clara closed her notebook and dropped it, along with her favourite pen, in her bag, before slinging it over her shoulder and starting to walk out of the classroom. Before she could leave, Mr. Chinchilla reprimanded her for not being in class on time, but decided not to give her detention if she took on some extra credit assignments. Clara begrudgingly agreed, thanked her teacher, and was on her way.

"My alarm didn't go off, and I went to bed super late last night. Did I miss anything important?" She asked Dalton, who was waiting for her outside the classroom.

 

[Prince Lutin]

"Not much," said Dalton. He looked at the required reading list. "We've actually got a lot of interesting books on the list. We're going to be reading War of the Worlds, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, and 1984." He looked at the list. "Don't worry. Not all the authors on the list are men. George Eliot was a woman - she just used a male pseudonym. She wrote Silas Marner, one of the books listed near the top. Mr. Chinchilla said he didn't make the curriculum - the principal did. About ten minutes before you got here, one of the kids complained about the curriculum."

 

[Superfly47]

Eldiza was lost, but she saw no reason to hurry since nobody ever gets in trouble for being late on their first day. Eldiza would learn how wrong she is when she arrived outsider her history class. Mr Sterlace was chewing out a boy.

Eldiza ducked so Sterlace wouldn’t see her. Once Sterlace was finished his tirade, the boy seemed very flustered. He looked at her and she put a finger to her lips, indicated for him to be silent.

Ducked over, Eldiza opened the door so slowly that it didn’t make a sound. She crawled into the classroom, hoping to find an empty seat without Sterlace seeing her. It was looking good until she smacked straight into a leg, looking up Eldiza saw Sterlace staring down at her.