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Destrey:

I rushed to school quickly, my worn down back pack on my shoulder. I rolled down the street on my long board, gliding past everything, dodging kids on bikes and yelling parents. I of course apologized, but continued to zip past them. I made it to school in ten minutes, which didn't matter considering I was hours late. I laughed, riding straight up to the doors and kicking my long board up into my hand. I tucked it under my arm and ran to my current class, no time to stop at my locker. I pulled open the door quickly, roughly. I walked into the class awkwardly, everyone's eyes watching my enter. The teacher gave me a dirty look, but I smiled and shrugged. 
"Woke up a little late."
She rolled her eyes and returned her attention to the board. I laughed to myself then sat in a seet in the back, behind a girl who I found very attractive. 

When the boy entered, I snickered a little. He was cute, I had to admit, and when he sat behind me, I tensed a little, but then relaxed, trying not to be to obvious. I pulled out my sketching pad and began to draw again, as this class was Algebra and I knew everything. I was a real nerd when it came to school.

-Emma-
I sat in the back of the class.Alone as usual people hated me. They thought my my condition was contagious. They are complete idiots.

Amanda's eyes flicker to the voy, allowing a slight smirk to come upon her lips. "Ay there."

Destery: 
I noticed her start to sketch. Noting that I was taller than her, I was able to see over her shoulder. She was a very good artist. As much as I wished to tell her, it'd be a dumb move. She would probably think of me as a creep, and see me as rude for looking over her shoulder. I decided to keep the thought to myself, but still watched her sketching, admiring her fine work. It had such texture, such detail. She had a talent. Then the girl beside me's voice cut into my thoughts. I looked over at her, an eyebrow raised.
"Hm? Oh, hey." 
I half smiled, which I had a tendency to do naturally, no matter how many times I tried to stop. I knew it drew girls wild. 

Emma sighed loudly. She looked over at the boy and rolled her eyes Girls already in love and they barely no him.....Typical she thought.

Destery:
I heard a sigh from the back. Out of force I had to look. There was a girl. She was connected to an oxygen tank. It made me think of the time I had to go the hospital with a concussion and needed to be connected to an oxygen tank for a month. It was annoying. I, again, naturally half-smiled. After I made a mental note to stop doing that. Then I nodded my head to her, indicating that I was saying hello. My smile wouldn't fade, as it never did. I was just born friendly. 

Emma smiled and waved slightly to be polite. She put her head on the desk and waited for the bell.