"Nervous?"  George asked Alexis, wlaking by his side, her hair swaying as she wlaked.  He didn't even notice her, so the sharp intake of air, that was obviously a gasp made her look at him a second.  "...C'mon, Georgie....I'm diffirent, as it is...First day at a school, possibly filled with Homophobes, is bad..."  He said, voice quiet.  "..Don't worry...I'm bi!"  She proclaimed with a giggle.  "..Uh, don't say it so loud!  Rmeember last school we were in?  Some guy broke my arm,"  He said, lookign around, hoping no one heard.

George sighed.  "I know, Alexis, but..."  She trailed off.  "...I'll stay with you, so no one will hurt you, okay?  Besides, you don't talk steriotypically.  No one will know, p'kay?"  She smield, placing a hand on his shoulder.  He relaxed a bit.  "Thanks...."  He saidm, then gave a weak smile.  "..I hope I don't get found out..."  He pressed.  "How did you get found out in the first school?"  She asked.  "..Uhmm...I'll tell you in private...Outside."  Alexis said, nervously again.  "Okay, Alexis,"  She smield, then ran ahead, waving and smilign to all the girls.  "Hi, hi, hi, I'm Georgia, but call me George!"  She said, perpusly sayign it to the girls, even oging as far a shakign soem hands, keepign them form lookign at Alexis.  He ducked out quickly, avoiding people, but accidentally bumpign into a few.

(That good? ^^)

((Night, Kittz! Devil, that's good! In future, though, I would recomend breaking up your paragraphs when you switch from narrating on e character to the other. It just makes it a bit eisier to read! Otherwise, keep it up!))

Wastley was a little taken abcak, but then he was ashamed. Then, all of a sudden, he was flattered. I have pretty eyes? It was a little embarasing, but all this life he had kept his right eye hidden from the predgudice it so often received. He smiled warmly, a real smile. When Orchid had finnished speaking, it was his turn.

"You talk alot. You remind me of my little sister." He choose not to mention that his sister had died years ago, and he pushed the thoughta of 'what would she have been like' from his mind. This was a good day, and reminders of death wou;dn't ruin it. "Actually, I'm blind in the right eye. That's why it's coloring isn't like the other. When word leaked at my last school, a bunch of people decided they didn't like me. Since I didn't take to heart any of their words and faught them back, they broke my cello. They tried to break my giutar, too, but I don't play that as much. I'm not very good with either of them, though. You don't want to hear me, I *censored*ure you."

He opened up his hand and looked at his scedual scribbled onto it. "Looks like I'm going to German first today."

Westley sighed. He hated German cl*censored*es. He had tried French at his last school, but that was just a desaster. Foreign Languages was not his cup of tea. Sure, he knew a little Italian, Latin and most of Swahili from his years in Africa, but his brain felt too full to learn another language altogether. Annoyed, he said to Orchid, still looking at the skribbles on his hand, "Ya' know, we're never going to need the languages they teach in public school. If everybody learned a little Latin, we'd all be so much better off."

Westley had pressured his uncle into Latin cl*censored*es when he was younger, and since then it has made understanding things so much eisier. AFter all, Latin was the base for all languages.

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Westley bid farewell to Orchid, deciding that he'd like to spend more time with her later. She was very likable, he decided, but he found himself yawning and knew it would be rude to endulge in her company for much longer, so he altered course and began to explore a little, tring to be sure to keep his right eye hidden away. Maybe I should get an eye patch... He laughed to himself. He had thought the situation over several times before, but continued to decide against it. After all if Orchid liked his eyes (or even if she was just being polite) than maybe he should be at least a little proud of his oddity.

Several times, Westley made a motion to make off his jacket; several more times he decided against it. Perhaps if I replaced all my shirts, I'd no longer have to hide my tattoos. No, he was surely proud of the black ink he bore, and he loved his shirts. Most of them had been given to him by his foster parents, who took African, Old English, his own and even some old friend's designs that he had keep all these years. He had asked that the signature of his friends not be erased or replaced, and he wore them proudly on his clothes, even if they were rather boring.

Durring his exploration, he p*censored*ed many lockers, a gym, several coules making out on pillars, and quite a few girls in cheer- leading outfits. How typical, He thought as he p*censored*ed yet another cheer- leader on a jock's arm. All the people in his school look the same. Hardly any tattoos, peircings, druggies... I geuss this bunch has more to offer society, eh?

Wes quickly changed his mind when a rather obease girl was showing of a tattoo on her 'handles,' dipecting three stars on her right lower side. Tattoos are fine, Thought Westley, But for pitty's sake don't get a freaking 'Tramp Stamp.' Imediately, Westley regretting thinking the last words. He had heard an older foster sister say them, but that was predudice, and he hated it. The habits of spoiled Americans are probably the worst in the world.

(Morgain: Okay. :3  I forgot to do paragraphs, I *censored*ure you I'll do better in the future! ^^)

 ".German?  Nah, my mother'd be turning in her urn..."  Alexis muttered as he looked through choices.  "..I know most Spanish already, so I'll aim for that..."  He Mumbled to himself, looking at his clipboard, but as soon as he looked up *BAM!* he smacked into one of the support beams and knocked himself on his arse. 

"Ouch!"  He muttered, looking for his clipboard.  He wasn't embarr*censored*ed, he rarely got embarr*censored*ed by falling, actually it was amusing, but he was helping George lift heavy objects, and hurt his back in the process, so he didn't even get the chance to stand.

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George had noticed several girls that looked gorgeous to her, and found herself just staring at several of them.  The thought occurred to her that she might have been lesbian, but then Alexis...He looked so cute to her, so she thought she liked boys a little bit still.  Her heart began pounding a little faster, and a rush of excitement went through her when she realized she might actually be accepted into this school, and her orientation to be ignored.  She found sexual orientation something on her mind a lot, like Alexis' paranoia of being alone with other people, after he had been beaten up and his arms shattered form a pipe when three seniors decided to gang up on him. 

 The thought made all excitement run away and fill with anger, and hate.  How could someone be to cruel.  Immediately she angrily stomped off to find Alexis.  She started to get worried...

Alexis gathered his things and went to what he tohught was Spanish cl*censored*, but was actually German. 

"..Oh, I tihkn I'm lost..."  Hem uttered nervously seeign a few people.  He didn't want to embarase himself yet again, and George wasn't around.  She'd normally help him.  He finnaly broguth up the courage to ask, but his voice was a little too soft.  "..Uhmm...Does anyone know what cl*censored* I'm in...I'm...Sorta lost..."  He was getitng ignored, so he tohught no one heard him.  He kind of backed up and tried to look at everyone, but still couldn't see what cl*censored* he was in.

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George was stalkign to halls, lookign for Alexis.  He couldn't find him, and it was adgitating her.  "..Hey, Alexis!"  She called.  "Where are you...?"  She asked.

( I'll help. o3o )

Drew stard at Alexis, blinking. "Well, this is German, not...any of the cl*censored*es you're looking for." Some students snickered. "Well, at least, I think so." He glanced around the cl*censored*room, wishing that some of his friends were there. But since they weren't, it was up to him to be the nice guy. Even if the teacher was there.

"What cl*censored* are you looking for?" Drew asked, having to raise his voice above the talking that usually went on.

He didn't realize someone was talkign to him at first, and as soon as he realized he looked down, not wanting eye contact.

"..Ummm....Sp....Spanish...."  He muttered.  "I'm sorry, I'll j-just head out..."  He said, making his way to the door.  He was afraid of anythign remotely close to a helping hand.

Drew cocked an eyebrow, staring after the male. He cupped his hands over his mouth and stood up, shouting, "Three doors down!" after him. Some of the students laughed, others only chuckled, but most kept their attention on their work, to Drew's relief. He hated when people laughed at him.

"I LOVE that band!"  Yelled an enthusiastic voice.  Alexis jumped back two steps, knowing who it was.  George walked in, running a hand through her hair, and sticked her hands in her black jeans. 

"Alexis, sorry, but Spanish already started.  How about we try this cl*censored* out?"  She asked, grabbing his shoulder, not payign attention to him flinching noticably, and led him to a chair, that happened to be next to Drew's, and sat down on his other side.

"..George, you know mom would kill me for this..."  Alexis said, lookign around nervously.  "Oh, relax,"  She *censored*ured.  "You'll bhe fine.  Someone else tries to break your arm, I'll break their neck!  No oen will find out."  She said, whisperign to him.  Of course the people aroudn him might have heard if they tried, but she tohught she was pretty descrete.

"..Thanks...."  He muttered, looking down at his desk.

( I thought someone would notice that it's a band. xD
I love it, too. *quietly sneaks off to listen to Owl City instead* o3o )

Drew stared, blinking. He rubbed the back of his neck, turning back to the teacher. Obviously, the teacher could care less if the students didn't pay attention, and she just went on with the lessons even if the students didn't understand.

Crap, Drew hurriedly began taking notes again, shaking his hand out every-so-often as if doing so could get rid of the cramps.

"..Y'know, Alexis...This stuff is pretty easy, once you get Rosseta stone,"  She snickered, then turned to Alexis, who was just dabbing down notes, wantign to get out of there.  He was near the middle of the cl*censored*, and this made him more paranoid than usual.

George put her pencil down and looked at him.  "..Hey, Alexis...?"  He didn't answer for a moment.  "What?"  He said quietly.  "...Do you want to go to the nurses office?"  "Why, so they can tell me I need a damn shrink?"  He shot back, even tohught they were whispering, she was sure more than oen person heard.

"....Yeah, but....You might want to just want to leave for a minute..."  George said.  "You knwo how I am around other people..."  He mumbled. 

George stood up, and wlaked to Alexis, which was about two steps.  "Uh, teach,"  She started: "My friend doesn't seem so good, I think he has a cold or something."  She said, lookign to him, who had his head down.

"..Well...He does seem kinda pale....Alrigth,"  She said, then  went back to cl*censored*.  George pulled him up and started to lead him out.  She made one look at Drew, and mumbled 'Thanks,' obviously she heard about the spanish cl*censored*.

Drew pursed his lips, then looked back down at his notebook. Cl*censored* was no time to space out and think about other people, especially when the teacher talked as quickly as she did. "You're welcome," he said under his breath, flipping to a clean page in his notebook. He could always go over whatever they were learning on the internet.

Instead of paying attention to the teacher, Drew started drawing.

George led Alexis into the boys bathroom, and sat him down in one of the stall's.

"Maybe you should be home schooled?"  She sudgested.   "Yeah, by who?  My dead mother, I'm sure I can dig out a Ouji board, or my drunk father down in rehab?"  "Good point,"  George said with a heavy sigh.  She honestly had no options for her friend.

"Well, hello, Georgie,"  Smirked a voice from behind, makign Alexis gasp and jump violently, and George turn around angrilly.  "You!  What the hell are you doing here, Dante?!"  She growled.  "Get out!"  She said shoving him, but he only took a step back, his smile never wavering.  "I just came by to see how little Ally's doing,"  He smirked.  "Fine, no thanks to you! Where are your little friends, cowward?  I'll take 'em all on!"  She hissed.  "Hmm?  Oh, they got held back,"

"Why didn't you, toerag?"  She growled.  "I'm just smarter, I guess..."  He then turned around, flashing a sick smile.  "See ya later, Alexis...."  He said, leaving.  Alexis had closed and locked the stall door.  "..Hey...Alexis, come out!" George insisted, but he wouldn't unlock it.

"..Crap...."

((Ah sorry XD))

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Orchid's eye widened at Westley gave her a smile. A large grin appeared on her face as he mentioned how she was like his sister.

"Thanks! It's good to know that," She chirped as she hopped around the hallway,"Well thats not nice of those people, how could they do such a thing, your eyes are special so they must be jealous of you," She nodded as she agreed to herself. For a second she thought as she gave Westley a few glances.

"I'm sure I would love to listen to you, maybe we can play together someday," She giggled as mimicked the motion of an violin player, "German eh? I forgot what I have. My cl*censored* list is in my bag somewhere so I will find it  later. I think I got either Spanish or German so I might be seeing you there," Orchid smiled cheerfully as she skipped the tiles on the hallway's floor.

"Well German is a good language for things like business and things like that, Latin is good though too," She chirped as she hopped around the hallway even more almost bumping into some fresh-mans receiving her some weird stares, "Well see you later," She smiled and waved good bye to her new friend as he headed off a different direction. Orchid liked Westley- in a friend way so far. He was fun to talk and interesting too. I will see him again then wouldn't I? Orchid smiled at her thought as he searched for another new or old pupil to talk to before the lesson started. She grabbed her list of cl*censored*es and found out it was actually German. A happy grin appeared on her face.

While on her way to her German cl*censored* she saw a blonde boy and dark haired blonde standing outside the door and noises coming from inside. She waited until the two went in the cl*censored*room. Noticing the date she rushed in the door.

"Sorry I'm late!" She ran into an empty seat infront of the two she had just saw and another blacked haired boy she recognized from somewhere but soon the two left the cl*censored*room with one of them being not so well or something like that. She drew a picture of herself and some flowers and writing a secretly gave it to the remaining boy behind him. It read:

Hello <3 My name is Orchid Florence.

I don't think I've seen you around yet and sorry if I have XD.

What's your name? Anyway isn't this lesson boring? 

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((Hehe thats pretty long XD)) 

( Well, which cl*censored*? xD
Naomi's cl*censored*, maybe? :o )

Drew opened the note, reading it over with a confused ex
pression. He looked up at the girl, squinting at her, then wrote back. He set it on her desk, sighing and leaning back in his chair. Now, he was too bored to draw.

In the note, Drew had written, "My name's Drew Ambrose. And, I'm pretty sure I've seen you around, but you've probably noticed me. And, I'm not sure if it's boring. I'm not paying attention to the teacher."

Orchid looked closely at the piece of paper. A large grin formed on her face as she let out a soft giggle that was covered by her hands. She turned her head and showed her smiling face to Drew. She wrote carefully on the remaining space on the piece. folded it up and p*censored*ed it quietly as the teacher continued the lecture. Written:

Nice to meet you Drew Ambrose. It must explain the reason why I remember you from somwhere XD

Well I know the teacher is giving either you or me some sort of death glare :P

I will talk to you afterwards okay? 

Happy with her reply she turned her head towards the talking teacher. Her eyes straying out the window. What a pretty day She thought as the sun shined the dawn away. Orchid's hand fidgeting with a flower her had in her pockets. 

( o3o Kittz, if you're still on, you should reply on Neko's roleplay. u.u )

"Mkay," Drew said quietly, crumbling up the paper and stuffing it into his pocket. He thought it wouldn't be worth it to reply, since she wouldn't reply to him after he said something. And then, they'd probably be caught p*censored*ing notes. If he tried to send another note, he'd be caught. Or, at least, that's what Drew thought.