forum Boarding School for Troubled Teens (Open (Guys Wanted))

Started May 03, 2018 by @ElderGod-yellowqueen

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Vaughn looked at Paige with a slight frown. He rubbed at one of his temples before looking away and back down at the table.

Paige shook her head, trying to get the anger out of her head. There was no point in getting angry. She would either ball it up inside or release it, and both of those would end up hurting someone somehow.

"Tension there, huh," Finn observed, looking at Paige quizically.

"That's one way to put it." Paige mumbled, lying her face down on the table again.

Finn takes another bite when the bells goes off. He stands up and throws the rest of his food away, "What do you all have now?"

Paige read the schedule that she wrote on the back of her hand earlier that morning. "Science, apparently. It's probably just another class where they talk about how bad we are."

(Revivation!)

Zanna looked at her schedule, "Hey I have science too."

"Wonder how they incorporate our horridness into things like atoms and protons?" Artemis muttered.

"Joyous, I've got English now. See you at dinner then. Have fun in science," Finn walks to his lesson and takes a seat at the back. He gets out his books and doodles in the margin, bored out of his mind.

"Simple it's because all of us have way too many electrons and that makes us bad," Zanna pretended to be a teacher.

Paige rolled her eyes as she stood up, waving goodbye to Finn. "Alright then, time for science."

"Yay," Zanna groaned.

She made her way down the hall, planning on zoning out during class again. Maybe I can actually fall asleep this time… Paige thought as she strolled into the science classroom, taking a seat towards the back.

Vaughn bit at the inside of his cheek as he thought about what his next class would be. Science, he believed. His shoe tapped on the floor before he pushed up from his chair.

Zanna followed after Paige, she sat in the furthest corner back. Away from Paige.

Paige didn't bother taking out paper or anything, but instead made herself comfortable in the small plastic seat.

(Sorry, Zanna needs some alone time.)

Zanna wrote down some more stuff in her journal. Nothing too important just some small stuff.