[center][h3][color=black][b]Micah[/b][/color][/h3][/center]


Micah, clad in his supremely uncomfortable "uniform", sat in the back with his feet propped up on an empty desk in front of him. He thought about saying something along the lines of 'Yeah, yeah we get the spiel.  So what are you gonna teach us, Insert-Clever-Insult here?'  For once in his life, he wisely decided to hold off, though his reasoning was not as wise.  Best to behave on the first day so it might open up more opportunities later.  He blew his stringy bangs out of his face.  Why the hell didn't he get a haircut before coming to this place?  Nothing like being shaggy when you planned your future rule-bending. 

 God, this was turning into one giant [i]Breakfast Club[/i] meme.  He made sure the pack of Trident spearmint gum he'd snuck in was secured snugly in his left Air Jordan 11.  [i]Good thing I don't know what Barry Manilow looks like,[/i] he thought smugly, unable to wipe the smirk off his face as he folded his arms and proceeded to stare down their "teacher".  Staaang, Ryan Reynolds would be proud of those cheekbones! Micah wondered how much this guy was getting paid or if he was some celebrity volunteer.  "Beautiful people" like that almost always had a story to explain why they were down with the mortals.  Not that Micah was bad looking, but he wouldn't classify anybody else in the room as being classic Hollywood runway material either.