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Closed RP w/ ShurikenPhoenix
Dani sat idly in the backmost left seat of the classroom, running her fingers over the various profanities scratched in to the hardwood surface of the desk, some scratches by her, most from over ten years ago. It was around 10:32 AM according to the yellowed wall-clock hanging in the front of the class room, but she couldn't be sure, most of the clocks batteries haven't been changed since they were put up. Dani absentmindedly chewed at her thumbnail as she watched the thin red second hand struggle to tic away the minutes on the water-damaged clock.
"Danielle Ramos?"
Dani clenched her teeth at the use of her full name, but shot her hand up in response to Mr. Teller's voice calling attendance. Mr. Teller was a spindly middle-aged man with a nose that could possibly stab someones eye out and eyes so sunken he looked like a corpse straight from The Evil Dead. Everyone assumed he smoked crystal like most lonely men trying to desperately hold on to their youth that was left high and dry back in the 60's. He wasn't a bad man, he just did his job teaching the shittiest high school in Brooklyn then went home and cried about his life.
One thing that did get on Dani's nerves was his homework policy. No homework? Instant detention.
Dani wasn't one for doing, well, anything school related so detentions were a common occurrence in Mr. Teller's class. Not that she ever went to detention, which earned her even more detentions. They were really piling up.
Dani knew the drill, Mr. Teller would walk down each row, one hand out awaiting the few pages he would receive, other hand ready with a pad of detention slips.
When he reached Dani he gave her a brief look, handing her a detention slip before she even opened her mouth. Shrugging, she crumples the slip and stuffs it in her pocket, smirking smugly up at Mr. Teller.
"Oh, I would attend this time Dani, you'll get suspended if you miss another detention." Mr. Teller says attempting to sound strong, but stuttering over his words and looking down at his feet.
Damn.
He wasn't lying, if she skipped out on another detention she would get suspended for at least a week.
Dani zoned out the rest of the class period, writing down the homework for tonight, fooling herself promising she would actually do it.
Once the bell rang signaling the end of school the class quickly snatched their bags and scuffled out of the room, bumping shoulders and yelling the whole way out the door. Dani slowly picked up her worn green military style backpack, shoving her notebook in the pack and zipping it up.
She drags her feet as she walked towards the detention hall. Dani opened the doors and scoped out the rest of the students that were in the room. A few regulars, Tony Bleths, the jerkoff safety for the high school football team, Andressa Barns, a nice girl but always smoked in the bathroom, and another kid in Mr. Teller's class that didn't do his homework, but Dani couldn't remember his name.
There were lot's of fresh faces too, most looking absolutely horrified that they were even in detention. Ah, the innocence of the newbies.
Dani took her seat at a table right behind Andressa, they talked for awhile about cigarettes and how the gym teacher, Mrs. Schardoni, who was in charge of detention, looked like a slightly fatter Paul McCartney. They weren't really good friends, but they were part of the same crowd, often seeing each other at the usual hangouts for their clique.
Conversation soon trailed off and Andressa turned back around and started reading some torn up looking book. Dani looked around at all the other kids in the room, silence lulling the room. She sighs and slumps her head onto the table, it's going to be a long three hours...
Dani sat idly in the backmost left seat of the classroom, running her fingers over the various profanities scratched in to the hardwood surface of the desk, some scratches by her, most from over ten years ago. It was around 10:32 AM according to the yellowed wall-clock hanging in the front of the class room, but she couldn't be sure, most of the clocks batteries haven't been changed since they were put up. Dani absentmindedly chewed at her thumbnail as she watched the thin red second hand struggle to tic away the minutes on the water-damaged clock.
"Danielle Ramos?"
Dani clenched her teeth at the use of her full name, but shot her hand up in response to Mr. Teller's voice calling attendance. Mr. Teller was a spindly middle-aged man with a nose that could possibly stab someones eye out and eyes so sunken he looked like a corpse straight from The Evil Dead. Everyone assumed he smoked crystal like most lonely men trying to desperately hold on to their youth that was left high and dry back in the 60's. He wasn't a bad man, he just did his job teaching the shittiest high school in Brooklyn then went home and cried about his life.
One thing that did get on Dani's nerves was his homework policy. No homework? Instant detention.
Dani wasn't one for doing, well, anything school related so detentions were a common occurrence in Mr. Teller's class. Not that she ever went to detention, which earned her even more detentions. They were really piling up.
Dani knew the drill, Mr. Teller would walk down each row, one hand out awaiting the few pages he would receive, other hand ready with a pad of detention slips.
When he reached Dani he gave her a brief look, handing her a detention slip before she even opened her mouth. Shrugging, she crumples the slip and stuffs it in her pocket, smirking smugly up at Mr. Teller.
"Oh, I would attend this time Dani, you'll get suspended if you miss another detention." Mr. Teller says attempting to sound strong, but stuttering over his words and looking down at his feet.
Damn.
He wasn't lying, if she skipped out on another detention she would get suspended for at least a week.
Dani zoned out the rest of the class period, writing down the homework for tonight, fooling herself promising she would actually do it.
Once the bell rang signaling the end of school the class quickly snatched their bags and scuffled out of the room, bumping shoulders and yelling the whole way out the door. Dani slowly picked up her worn green military style backpack, shoving her notebook in the pack and zipping it up.
She drags her feet as she walked towards the detention hall. Dani opened the doors and scoped out the rest of the students that were in the room. A few regulars, Tony Bleths, the jerkoff safety for the high school football team, Andressa Barns, a nice girl but always smoked in the bathroom, and another kid in Mr. Teller's class that didn't do his homework, but Dani couldn't remember his name.
There were lot's of fresh faces too, most looking absolutely horrified that they were even in detention. Ah, the innocence of the newbies.
Dani took her seat at a table right behind Andressa, they talked for awhile about cigarettes and how the gym teacher, Mrs. Schardoni, who was in charge of detention, looked like a slightly fatter Paul McCartney. They weren't really good friends, but they were part of the same crowd, often seeing each other at the usual hangouts for their clique.
Conversation soon trailed off and Andressa turned back around and started reading some torn up looking book. Dani looked around at all the other kids in the room, silence lulling the room. She sighs and slumps her head onto the table, it's going to be a long three hours...
