@CWTurtleOfFreedom
//guess so
//guess so
(Hey guys I won't be on much this mornin forgive me)
(Anyone here?)
(Hi!)
(The snek has arrived)
(I have no idea what to do…)
(We need either Shade or Camie to comment….)
(What do I need to comment?)
(Idk Brendon has a life right?)
(No… Yeah.)
Brendon saw he hadn't missed any. He packed up his bag and got ready for the day. All while avoiding his mom.
//ok so shall we go to school now and just say it was thanksgiving break or something
(Sure.)
(Yeah!)
//kewl
(Sure)
(Shade dear are you gonna post your character on the dystopia RP?)
(Yeah, still working on him.)
(Okie dokie just checking)
Blaine walked through the halls of the high school, wearing an Agents of S.H.E.I.L.D. shirt and a pair of jeans, along with her black Converse. Her backpack was slung over her shoulder, filled with heavy books. When she reached her locker, she spun the lock until it clicked, then pulled the door open and hung her bag up.
Ender sighed and rested his arms on his desk. No Venus in this class…
Brendon walked into the school and sighed. He didn't want to be here. Brendon walked up to his locker and put the combination in. It didn't open, he put in again. No dice. He face planted into his locker, "Why you stupid locker? Why?"
Jane walked in with Blaine (Is that ok), walking alongside her. She, too, was sporting a Marvel T-shirt, jeans, and converse. Thank goodness we have first period together.
(Yo btw that Dystopia Rp I mentioned? It needs some folks to join. Ya'll are welcome to join anytime)
(Sure.)
When she had finished putting her things in her locker, Blaine shut it with her hip.
"Yay, History. Woo-hoo," she drawled sarcastically.
“Same tho,” Jane nodded. “Do you think Miss Devil will give us another pop-test? Or will it be a pop-exam today?”
(Should Ender be in there with them?)
"Pop-exam-of-death," Blaine guessed as they walked down the hall.
(Should Ender be in there with them?)
(Sure.)
Brendon tried his locker again. It didn't open. He double checked his combination and locker number. Both were correct. So why wasn't it opening? He let out a long sigh as he tried it for a fourth time.
"Pop-exam-of-death," Blaine guessed as they walked down the hall.
“Most likely,” Jane agreed, stopping at her locker and grabbing her history textbook before slamming it shut again. They continued down the hall. “On last last week’s lesson or on a topic we haven’t learned yet, do you think?”
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