[b]Rosemary Ivy[/b]

The fashionable young woman was stirring in her sleep on top of the school desk. While doing so she accidentally pushed her note of entry under a vacant desk with a swoosh. She simple groaned as this happened. It took a few long moments of stirring for her to finally start wakeing up from her slumber. She yawned and stretched in her seat. "Oh my, it seem I fell asleep in class... Everybody gone already, why did nobody wake me up?" She spoke aloud to herself, she tried to scratched the sleep out of her eyes to no avail. 

She gotten up from her desk and finally gotten a good look at her new classroom, that odd? The window barricade and cameras seemed like overkill for such a high school. "Where did my purse go- What may this be?.... This person has a poor sense of humor." She sighed as she found her note. Who would write an entry notice like this, who would call their students, beg pardon, bastards. This must be a prank by one of the students for no professional would write up such a crude noticed. If she has to prove herself to the older students then she might as will go, to show she means business. If she has to kick a rude senior on the behind she will, gladly, if it will get her respect, form them crude creatures.

She left the room with a dutiful expression on her face, she will not be disrespected like this. She opened the door to an empty hall, to it might have people but she still a little drowsy from her recent awakening.
"Where is this entryway?" She asked herself as she looked at the halls trying to get her bearings. 

[b]Conrad Shepherd[/b]

Unlike many of the other students, Conrad has been awake for at least half an hour. He was huddled under a desk, hiding from fear of being killed. This was like a setting from a horro movie, waking up in an empty room with locked windows and cameras all over the room. He thought he was kidnapped as he doesn't remember sleeping in class. He thought the kidnappers slash killers were waiting for him in the entryway for easy pickings. But he needs to get out soon and he knows that. The killers will come in here and kill him easily if he stays.

He sighed as he gotten up from under the desk with shaky knees. He was frighten this was worse than his daily panic attacks. He reached the door, at least in the hall he will at least have a chance to go for the door or a good hiding place. He tapped the door so to make sure it isn't hot from a fire on the other end or in the worst case a battery running thrugh the door. Noting happened so it safe enough for him to go out without his skin buring or him being shocked to cardiac arrest. The super high school level Lucky went out the door sheepishly, looking both ways before coming out fully. Nobody appeared to be in the halls. As he went out of the class room he sprinted around the corner. He will get to the entryway as quickly as he can. But he tripped as he went around the bend. He landed on his face, nothing broke thankfully. He just laid there, he was so done with his luck that he just continued laying there. "Ow..."