Homeroom

Subject: Homeroom Sat Sep 27, 2008 10:49 pm

I walked into homeroom and got the teacher, Mr. Robb, to sign my slip.
"You can have a seat at any empty desk." He told me.
I sat at a desk off the side and toward the back.
A girl with perfect blonde hair walked up to me.
"You're in my seat." She said in a snobby voice.
"Sorry." I muttered, moving a couple of seats.

Subject: Re: Homeroom Sat Sep 27, 2008 10:57 pm

so who's the blonde girl

Subject: Re: Homeroom Sat Sep 27, 2008 10:59 pm

idk, she was just a random stuck up person.

Subject: Re: Homeroom Sat Sep 27, 2008 11:24 pm

ok

it was a hazy morning
not a good sign but i tried to act optomistic
i needed a boost today after i found that sordes could pass through the barrior
it must have weekined but how????
kitt was in my home room and i let my mind wander about wat she was

Subject: Re: Homeroom Sat Sep 27, 2008 11:26 pm

I sighed and glanced down at my schedule. Spanish next. Yay, foreign languages. At least Rosie had that class with me. I glanced at the clock. 10 more minutes of homeroom. It didn't even make sense. Half an hour in the middle of the morning for absolutely nothing.

Subject: Re: Homeroom Sat Sep 27, 2008 11:43 pm

i caught a glimpse of kitt
i admit that she was pretty
but there was something more there

Subject: Re: Homeroom Sun Sep 28, 2008 9:47 am

I sighed and looked up, my eyes locking with fimiliar gray ones. Mysterious-hot-guy! what was his name? Arrow? I wonder if he's Native American?
Anyway, i smiled softly and glanced back down at my schedule, blushing.

Subject: Re: Homeroom Sun Sep 28, 2008 2:41 pm

-sigh-
why can't there be actual guys like arrow, or fang, or kartik (especially kartik. he's and indian version of jesse only with lushes curly hair, another -sigh-)

i turned my head away from kitt and focused on the book i had infront of me
farenheit 451
the most boring book i had read this year
not to mention one of the most boring in human history (literally)

Subject: Re: Homeroom Sun Sep 28, 2008 2:54 pm

(ugh, i know. so unfair. rawr.)

Kit glanced up again. Arrow wasn't looking at her anymore, but he was glaring at a book with discontent.
Kit smiled to herself and took a book out of her backpack. It was another diary from Mr. Rodric's book store. This time it was about a woman who was accused of witchcraft in Salem, Massachusetts in the 1600s. Kit didn't know why witchcraft interested her so much. she opened it's thick, old pages and began reading.