[center][h1][color=a2d39c]Marco[/color][/h1][/center]

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After Toby had been excused to go to the restroom he sighed. He didn't really know what else to say. He simply place the inhaler back in Landon's hand and walked back to his desk. 

The rest of his school day went by pretty smooth. Most of his classes had been the same as Maria's so he spent most of the day following her around and by the end of the last class he was pooped. He met Maria in the hallway to explain his plans to her and then headed toward his locker to grab the things he needed for the weekend and wondered off to find Landon, whom he had lost earlier in the day. 

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[center][h1][color=f6989d]Maria[/color][/h1][/center]

Maria glanced over at Quinten who had offered to help her with the music. She shrugged. [color=f6989d]I am just having trouble with this part. It is too bland, and I am trying to spice it up, got any ideas?"[/color] She pointed to the middle of the sheet where she was supposed to hold a B flat for two measures in a decrescendo. (Sorry I am gunna jump ahead now, you don't need to reply to this [@A Tattooed Girl]). 

She spent the rest of homeroom with her music occasionally asking for advice from Quinten. It was a sad excuse for a conversation but it was the best she could muster at the moment. After homeroom she went through her classes on autopilot, barely paying attention and really only tuning in for a couple, important sounding parts of each of her classes. After meeting with Marco briefly she headed to find Dylon, who she was sure was picking the twins up. 

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[center][h1][color=8882be]Tyrone[/color][/h1][/center]

The day was pretty uneventful for Tyrone. Not many people even bothered to speak to him and when they did his seeming lack of interest made them stop fairly quickly. He didn't care much. Instead he shrugged it off deciding the only people he needed as friends were the people in his ballet class after school. When classes ended he packed up his stuff and headed to his motorcycle that he rode to school this morning. Shoving his stuff in his saddle bag and putting on his helmet he decided he had enough time before class to head to a park that wasn't far from the apartment complex he lived in. He would just have to make sure not to get jumped or get his bike stolen. It was right on the edge of the ghetto/slum, but the park was usually devoid of people which gave him some time to do a little pre training before going to class. Mostly balance training but he occasionally danced around when bored.