[code]Welcome to the World Mail Service.[/code]
	[code]Available new messages: 1[/code]
	[code]Subject: ILOVEYOU 📎[/code]
	[code]Sender: ჰჩჩႣჩ[/code]
	[code]Lorem ipsum ultricies per commodo nibh, ad sollicitudin augue enim ultrices duis, varius quisque integer himenaeos eu libero sodales blandit pretium donec fusce condimentum elit vestibulum consectetur aenean quam consequat.[/code]
	[code]> Mark as read[/code]

	(Assuming that we're jumping into Lunch Time)

	SCPC's a far larger school than the primary school he's used to. Specific classrooms for specific subjects, one which requires you to be present prior to the teacher's arrival. "The building we're currently traversing is currently the science laboratories which is where I feel most at home!" A quick observation of the scientific tools that were present... As well as other apparatus laid out behind the classroom... It certainly is a place worthy of learning. "Every now and then we'll have interactive experiments for a variety different topics! I'm sure you guys will be thrilled to conduct them!" [i]Yes... Although nobody wanted to admit that scientific experiments were 30 percent fun and 70 percent paper work of what has been observed.[/i] Despite that looming thought, the classroom seemed enthusiastic with what the science lab had to offer. Bart is definitely intrigued. 

	"Pretty cool, huh?" A classmate of Bart casually noted. "I would take you for the brainy type, especially after that display of running by the field." Bart had to turn his face and direct his attention to the black-haired boy curiously examining Bart and adjusted his glasses. Bart's expression soured-- the heat of his body had risen as he adjust his uncomfortably brushing collar around his neck before standing with his feet heeled back.

	"Heh... Yeah. Science has been one of my favourite subjects." Bart's eyes rolled and his hands hiding inside of his pockets to wipe the cold sweat away from his palms. He didn't want to be seen as a nerd. "But I'd take Rugby any day." He felt his own breath skip which set his rhythmic posture into a small sprawl as the boy continued.

	"Spoken like a true athlete." The boy chuckled as he extended his hand. "The name's Winchester. Pleased to meet you, 'Speedy Kicks'."

	Bart wasn't about to turn down a hand shake; so he accepted the hand from Winchester as he corrected; "Just Bart will do. Nice to meet you too Chester." 

	The chimes of the brass bell signified the beginning of lunch time and the quiet grounds of the school become quickly filled with students seated by benches and tables where they share laughter and food. The more athletic types made their way to the greenery and some ran to the school's canteen as a queue line began to form.

	Bart descended down the brick laid stairs reservedly, hand holding along the sunbaked blue-painted rails with his sights set upon the greenery for another game of Rugby. His straight and unopened lips followed by an empty gaze across the distance wasn't quite inviting to him in the moment; perhaps he needed to do something else here? Chester is quick to make way for the oval... Along with several other figures he recognised during the morning game.

	Teachers pranced in and out of the office doors nearby with a building clearly labelled as 'Staff Room' by the door. Bart decided to turn around but found himself shoved into a spin that tipped his balance as he blurted out; "Hey! Watch where you're goin' dumbass!" Only to discover a familiar set of locks and figure. Those annoying vomit-coloured eyes and cheeks waiting to be slapped... He clutched his fists and pointed at her. "Ryan!" He froze solid... As though he just say the eyes of Medusa. "How in the world did you get here?!"