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Ezra half-smiled towards Sky at her response and decided she probably wanted to be left alone, considering the manner of her reply and the fact she'd never been one for conversation in the years prior. He half turned back to Elizabeth, smirking. [color=#2C3E50][b]"So, you ready for this shit to begin?"[/b][/color] Ezra hadn't realized the teacher sitting behind the computer screen just a few feet away was listening to student conversations until he cleared her throat with a peak over the desktop at him with a raised brow. Ezra ducked his head slightly and mouthed 'Sorry, sir' before turning back to his friend with a sheepish grin. [color=#2C3E50][b]"My bad,"[/b][/color] he mumbled with a chuckle.

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James hadn't heard any footsteps, even as his friend grew closer and closer. In fact, James was almost dozing off when a fist smacked into his arm along with a familiar voice. With a charming grin, James lifted his head and laughed. [color=#C0392B][b]"I'm sorry man. I sent a letter.. must have written the wrong address. I never remember the street name right, you know that. And to top it all off, soon as we got up into Canada, my fucking phone broke, dude. I really am sorry, though. Missed your punk ass!"[/b][/color] James reached over quick and returned fire, hitting his friend in the arm. [color=#C0392B][b]"As if I'd ever purposefully stop talking to you."[/b][/color] He gave his friend a look before glancing around the room, then back at JC. [color=#C0392B][b]"Hey, did you happen to see Jules on the way in? I haven't seen her since getting back, and she hasn't been here all morning. Really hope she's not too mad at me. I don't need problems to start this damn school year off."[/b][/color] James looked at the door one more time before shifting in his chair to stretch and slouch back in his seat, rubbing his already reddened eyes.

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Elizabeth shook her head at Ezra and waved her finger at him before she slowly rose from her seat, leaving her notebook on the desk to keep her spot. She walked over to the teacher and was going to ask him about how his summer had gone. Elizabeth had been quite acquainted with Mr. Mitchell having been his student aid the year before. As she got behind the desk, though, the late bell rang out through the small classroom. With a smile, she returned to her seat quickly as Mr. Mitchell rose from his own and came to the front of the class. Elizabeth sat up in her seat and nudged Ezra's arm that he was currently slouched on, forcing him to sit upright, as well.

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The room was laid out like a small college class, the only drawback being the uncomfortable high school desks. Four rows of seats with four tables in each row, every table seating two students each although not all the seats are ever full for most homeroom classes. Mr. Mitchell had minimal decorations on the wall, but as he went on to introduce himself he also let the class know that soon not only would the walls be covered in classwork but so would their desks. Mr. Mitchell was an Honors English teacher, and the class periods he had off near the end of the day, another teacher basically rented out his room to teach her art class in. His walls would be filled with both drawn and written pieces of work, the desks would occasionally have artwork from the classes of the day before that were in need of drying.

[color=gold]"In a short time, I will be taking you over to the football field for the festivities. Most, if not all of you, have been here in the previous years and have heard the long speeches our Vice Principle and Counselors have given. You know what's expected of you. For those of you who are new here, don't worry, you'll get your own chance to sit through the [i]exciting[/i] 'Welcome to Delbrook Academy!' speech soon, but you will go after the younger classes have had their fair share. I'll have to hunt you down on the field and send you off. I do apologize ahead of time. No one deserves to have [i]that[/i] much fun for themselves,"[/color] he looked out at the students he knew were returning previous students, mouthing behind his hand as if hiding it from the new kids, 'It's NOT fun!' cutting his hand across his throat with a smirk. [color=gold]"But seriously, though, everyone's gotta go through it and it's best to just get it over with as soon as possible. Today will be a pretty boring day for you Seniors, anyway. You all don't need the coaching and full bar of details like the little fresh-meats, I mean, freshman kids do. So, for now, just sit tight until we hear the next bell, and then I'll take you guys on over. Shouldn't be more than 5 more minutes, they're just giving teachers a chance to take roll. I'll be taking roll once I get you all to the field, as well as after when we are to return back to the classroom. I know some of you guys will want to venture off and maybe even try ditching school, but just because it's the first day doesn't mean you're getting off the hook easy, alright? Best behaviors, yes?"[/color] He gave a soft smile along with an eyebrow raised as if to say the only answer he'd better hear was a 'yes'. With that, he turned back towards his desk and sat down, clicking and typing away at the glowing thing.