Supernatural Academy (An Advanced RP) discussion
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Nephilim
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Jun 04, 2013 02:27PM
"Most people are good " she said
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"Yeah I know Ill learn to deal with it, its just good people acting bad.Anyways I should really stop talking about it."Star said.
Nate walked into the classroom. He had planned on sitting where he usually sat (way in the front) but he saw Ela sitting by herself and decided to sit with her. "Hey," he said, a smile on his face, "fancy meeting you here."((I'm just going to pretend there's a teacher there, if that's alright with you.))
"I know right?" Nate said, jokingly, "I never would've thought." He grinned and took out a notepad, ready to take down the notes the teacher would be writing on the board in a few seconds.
He shrugged, "Eh, not much. Went back to my dorm and slept for a while, then I woke up and, boom, here I am." He lowered his head, trying to avoid the teacher's eye. She kept glancing at him with a glare.
"I don't think she likes me." He whispered, "I kind of played a prank on her my first day of school."
"I did that old joke where you put the bucket of water above the door frame and wait for someone to open it." He sighed back in his chair, "Classic."
He shook his head, "Nah, that janitor doesn't have it in 'im. I think she figured out it was me and now it's like her life wish to make my high school carrier a living H-E-double hockey sticks."
Ela smirked. "Don't underestimate the power of janitors." She looked up at the teacher who was about to start the lesson.
Nate started taking notes, writing in his normally illegible handwriting. He kept an eye on both Ela and the teacher, not wanting to get in trouble.
In the next few moments, Nate started to daydream. He wasn't really thinking about anything in particular when the teacher said, "Nate Tamir! Recite the notes you have taken thus far." Nate stood, "Uh, yes ma'am." He looked down at his chicken scratch notes, "Um..." He couldn't even read his own handwriting, "Columbus sailed the ocean blue in 1992?" The teacher stared at him unamused, "This is science. And it was 1492. I'll see you in detention this afternoon." Nate sighed and sat back down, the teacher returning to writing on the whiteboard.
Nate smirked, but to avoid being yelled at again, he yanked out a piece of paper and wrote on it, 'I am the king of smooth.' Then he passed it over to her, hoping they wouldn't get caught passing notes.
He drew a picture of himself on the piece of paper. In the drawing, he wore a crown and a cape, a scepter in his hands. The only problem was his head: It was way too large.
Nate sat straight up, tucking the note under his arm, "Evening miss. Can I help you?" He asked the teacher, smiling.
Nate sighed in defeat, handing over the note. He really hoped she didn't read it out loud. That would be beyond embarrassing.
((Yeah, sure.))Now that class was over, the teacher had told them to write on the whiteboard one hundred times 'I will not disrespect the teacher.' Nate sighed, only on his second line, "God, she's so strict."
If the teacher had been in the room, Nate probably would've gotten smacked in the back of the head. And he probably would've gotten expelled or something if the teacher saw what he wrote next. I will disrespect the teacher. I will disrespect the teacher. He wrote for a couple lines. "I should probably erase that." He laughed.
He took the eraser and started to wipe it off. "Do you think the teacher'd get mad if I left it?" Nate wouldn't do that, he just thought it might be hilarious.
"Her eyes are so creepy!" He leaned against the board, "Like, how did they get that big?" Nate laughed.



