Amelia skipped across the room, setting some last-minute things up before students entered her cla.ssroom, which really looked like a dance studio, besides the small stage in the front of the room. That was what they used to practice on. They would use the Auditorium's stage for rehearsals or preformances only.

She scrubbed her desk, laid her pencils down neatly, and placed pretty flowers all around the room. Finally, it was complete. The musical arts group was coming to her first. Amelia was totally excited.

(Nuttin. We like started two pages ago. Everyone is leaving the gym now I think)

After listening to the otherwise boring speech, he looked to his new found friend with a smile. "I'm gonna leave you alone now kay? I really don't wanna be late for art. Um.... I'll see you later!" he said with a smile, dashing off and attempting to make it in time for clas$. The neko boy did feel kind of bad for leaving Charity like that... but school was school!

Entering the room, Nani's eyes sparkled. "Art supplies galore! This is gonna be the best clas$ ever!" he squealed with a smile, taking his seat and swinging his legs in merriment; despite the blank stares Nani got from a few other people in the room. 

Ty walked into the art clas.s. "Sorry I'm late."He said. He scurried to a seat in the back. He felt uneasy for some reason. He grabbed his notebook and started drawing. He flipped a page over. There was a note from Adra. He sighed and put it in his back pocket.

Adra laughed. "Okay. This is where we split. Preforming arts, go in this room. Actors and actresses, follow me."She smiled. She opened the door.

Sami led her clas.s into the clas.sroom.

Alex came into the art room just before the bell could ring and make him late. he was listening to his own music, a song from a new CD that Eric had given to his for Christmas. It was blaring so he turned it down so that he didn't have people looking at him while he was walking to an open seat.

Unlike most people, he didn't care where he sat as long as it wasn't right up front or on the floor. So finding a seat in the back with a chair that wasn't falling apart and a table that was fairly clean was a bonus. He leaned forward and rested his elbow on the table and his chin in his hand in a petite manner looking up at the teacher as he spoke.

Charity watched as the other boy left him.  Sighing he picked himself up, he still didn't know where he was supposed to be going.  Wandering te school and looking into cl*censored*rooms at random is what he ended up do.  For lack of something better.  Finally getting bored doing that Charity went outside, ignoring the cold in the air he sat under a tree, taking out his notebook and looking for a poem he hadn't read outloud yet.

Reading the word over in his head he blushed.  He couldn't believe he'd written this, he now remembered why he hadn't even consitered using it for his next open mike performance. I've decided to try thi one, so I'll try this one.  He told himself.  He took a deep breath and started;

I just don't know anymore,
I'm so distracted,
I can't even think,
I don't know what to do,
I fear it is your fault,
but,
not all fault should fall to you,
I am to blame,
and my brothers are to blame,
my sister is to blame,
my Step-father is to blame,
my mom is to blame,
for this distraction I find myself with,
I don't know what to do about it,
I don't know where it came from,
but this feeling I get,
when I am in your presence,
it is consuming me,
and I don't know what to do,
there are so many different, opposite emotions running through me
all the time,
it's distracting,
I can barely think over all the noise,
happy, sad,
hateful, loving,
joyous, depressed,
jealous, content,
lonely, crowded,
all of them and many more,
all bringing along their counterpart,
I don't know what to believe,
I don't know what to say,
everything I think is jumbled,
nothing I say makes sense,
everything I say mean something different,
I don't know what to do,
but I can't say,
you are deaf to my tears,
you are ignorant of my words,
I'm not sure what I can say,
to bring your focus off your tragedies,
and off your sadness,
I want to see you smile,
but at the same time,
I hate you,
you sit there when something bad happens,
you hold it in,
until you just erupt,
I don't know how to tell you,
but you're always under pressure,
trying to stall that eruption,
trying to hold it in
I don't know, but,
you say I'm your best friend,
but yet,
but yet I don't believe you really trust me,
I don't believe it when you say, "you're not being replaced, Kenzie is"
I don't believe you,
you stopped talking to me,
like we used to,
no, I hear, Her this, and Her that
and I think I love Her,
I don't know but you never tell me about you anymore,
JUST HER

and I hate it,
but I love you,
I'm jealous,
but I am content, you are happy
And so I am happy
but I am sad, I know it will end
I don't know
I don't understand this feeling,
I don't know what to say,
I can't understand...

He finished quietly, he had started out on this one so strongly, but now he felt like crying. He remembered writing this, it was after one of hisparent's fights that had sent him running into the streets.  He had headed over to his best friend Jason's house, only to be gushed to by him about some new girl.  Charity hated that he like Jason so much, but he di, and everytime Jason would talk about one of his girls Charity would hurt.

OOC:  A wild Trinity appeared!  EDIT:  Sorryz I'll fix it...

BIC: Trinity walked into the art cl@ss, sitting in the first open seat he saw.  He didn't know why he had to go to school again, he had ALREADY finidshed school, with perfect grade.  So why did he have to be in school AGAIN?  He looked around the cl@ss, there were lots of cuties here.  Trinity licked his lips having found a good reason for him to be in school now.

Looking up front he saw the teacher, he was cute.  He had his tail wrapped around his waist and he was pouting.  Trinity smiled even more widely.  Quickly hiding it, making plans in his mind.

Ears drooping low as well, poor Nani already felt like an enormous as$. Burying his face in his sketch book, he tried not to cry. He had already insulted the teacher! The freaking teacher! 'I-I didn't mean too... oh boy... this is not going to get me any points... first impressions leave a mark and I destroyed mine!' the neko thought to himself in disbelief.

Sketching furiously, he attempted to listen and try not to say anything else. 

Trinity watched the teacher closely, takig in his every move.  Trinity wasn't REALLY interested in him...  but he was really cute, Trinity couldn't resist playing with cute things.  Raising his hand Trinity started speaking without waiting to be called on, "You never told us your name...  or called roll."  Trinity teased the man.  Smirking and putting his hand back down Trinity shot the teacher an innocent look.  His 'Angel face' as some had called it in the past.  trinity knew that the teacher had probably intduced himself, but Trinity had walked in late.

OOC: YUCK  such a short post!  and are the colors a little better now?  I really want to use these colors because they're perfect for Trinity....

(No! *Brings Tsunady back to life.*)

Ty sighed. He hid his head in his scetchbook. He was shaking nervously. What the hell? My nervous system. Not now! He screamed in his head.

(Fail)

Adra started looking worried. I hope Ty's going to be okay. I hope he doesn't have one of his nervous breakdowns in clas.s. She took a deep breath and sat down next to Angel. She was still looking nervous.