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

Micah divided his attention between listening for the seemingly spaced out geography teacher's next words and the growing clamor of students discussing the possibility of a party. Did his ears deceive him?  A small smile played out on Micah's lips.  Parties were his speciality.  It didn't matter if he heard the exact room number.  Micah was a diehard party animal at heart and he had the scent of potential liquor, hardcore console video games, and staying up all night jamming.  

Naturally, there were ways around not being able to have overly loud music.  If this party had Micah, it would no doubt find those ways with relative ease.  No, not if it had him, when.  He wondered if any of the kids had had any better luck sneaking dope in.  He'd been practicing his mildly interested, "I'm really not high" face for the few excruciatingly sober weeks he had had before coming here.  With the opportunity to partake again so unexpectedly close at hand, he found his palms moist and his breath hitching in anticipation.  Wiping the offending sweaty digits dry with a double swipe on his excruciatingly stiff and uncomfortable uniform pants, he nonchalantly found himself straining his ears to pick up any details that might make Operation Party Bloodhound Mode slightly easier.