[color=a187be]"Whoa, whoa, whoa, not so fast. You can't just walk out on all this-"[/color], Layla spread her arms to indicate the general area, [color=a187be]"-just 'cuz you're hungry. Didn't your parents ever tell you to clean up your own mess?"[/color]

Layla vaulted off her mount and landed near the sunglasses boy, Clive. She grabbed the cuff of his pant leg and pulled backwards, attempting to drag him along. Being 

[color=a187be]"Come on, up and at 'em!"[/color]

She pointed at the hazy shapes of the other students through the mist- one of them seemed to be carrying a person. Maybe she was actually responsible? Good to know there was at least [i]one[/i] person with a good head on their shoulders.

[color=a187be]"-And the rest of you, too! What would the teacher say if he something like saw this?"[/color]