As Kael continued to wander the hallways, he would find the same bullies from before slinking toward a classroom chuckling among themselves. The boys seemed to not take notice of the teacher as he came into view, though the rattling of a locker door on the other end of the intersection made them...
The girl studied Kael a bit more, then sighed. "It would seem my little game is about finished." She'd been hoping to keep the conversation going a little longer, but she'd grown quite adept at determining when a person began to grow irritated, given how often it happened. She had to admit...
The girl thought for a moment before answering. "It doesn't have to be one or the other, as one would expect a teacher to care for proper use of English. In this case, you would be a teacher as well as someone who cares for proper use of terminology, hence the lack of 'just' compared to the...
The girl blinked and continued to study the hallway. "That's true. I misspoke." With that, she returned her gaze to Kael. "Skipping is a word, not a phrase... But the topic did bring a smile to your face, so it was a wrong word worth using... Wow, try saying that five times fast." A small giggle...
"Skipping?" The girl tilted her head curiously as she studied Kael. "It's such a strange phrase, don't you think?" A nostalgic smile lit up her face as she returned her gaze toward the other end of the hall. "When we were children, skipping was something we did when we were excited or happy, so...
Upon scouring the halls, near the end of the second class Kael would find a single teenage girl, clearly a student, wandering the empty halls. She kept her dark chocolate hair in a pair of messy braids that rested on her shoulders and fell against her plain gray sweater. Her matching big gray...
The blonde kid studied the strange teacher for a moment, then followed him into the school and went on his way. No shame in asking for help... Shame had nothing to do with it. He'd dealt with enough bullies in his life to know that they would never truly go away. The strong preyed on the weak...
The boy stopped in his tracks and glanced back toward the teacher. He took a moment to think about it, then shrugged. "You can do what you like." If the guy was offering to walk him around, his meeting with the principal might have just been for show. He reached into his ratty backpack and...
The blonde kid studied the man before him a bit more, then glanced back toward the front door of the school. Those bullies were loud... and the display they put on showed they weren't exactly intelligent either. Then there was this man, who seemed fairly confident in himself, but not to the...
"Huh?" The head bully released the blonde kid and stood toe to toe with the newcomer. He couldn't place it, but there was something about this guy's attitude that rubbed him the wrong way... Almost like he was looking down on them. And that made him even more angry than the other kid's apathy...
It was the start of a new school year. The sky was a clear, bright blue as clouds lazily floated by. The last of summer's heat hung in the air of the school's courtyard, where a multitude of teenagers gathered to mingle with their friends. Freshmen whispered excitedly among themselves about the...
@kevintheradioguy I'd be willing to make the character older for the rp. Why don't you PM me and we can figure something out?
@Max_Destiny I'm cool with that. If you're still interested, feel free to PM me and we can talk.
@AngelicMusician201 I sure am! Why don't you PM me and we can talk more.?