He wasn't waiting long before the new message popped up on his screen, cheerful as always. Zachary began to type almost instantly, another grin spreading across his face. As was so easily his habit when he was chatting with Isabella, as his alter ego Payton, he was more open and forthcoming with his answers, sticking to the truth.

[color=6FB0E2] Honestly? Not really. It's school after all. But hey, I'll get to see my friends! That's got to count for something.[/color] He sent, his smile momentarily interrupted by a brief grimace at the thought of having to do homework again. His mother had insisted on his taking advanced classes, which almost guaranteed homework even on the first day. What a drag...

[color=6FB0E2] what about you? Taking any cool classes?[/color]

Tapping out the beat of the music on the edge of his glass topped desk for a moment, Zack then bent down to scoop up his backpack, unzipping The main pocket and shuffling through the contents to check that he had all his things together. There wasn't much, but he hadn't gotten his load of textbooks after all. After a moment of thought, he tossed in another notebook as a precaution. His calculus teacher, Mrs. Clapp, Was one of those teachers he suspected would be handing out a workload, first day or not.