English Class//New Term//1

[Onzy]

The Guv, otherwise known as Harry Edly, sat quite happily in the staff room drinking his coffee. He was quite aware of the fact that he had a class now, but honestly he didn't care. If the students came late, then he would come late. He wasn't going to bother teaching a class if most of them missed the first ten minutes. So he was going to wait ten minutes, and then actually budge. The newspaper was proving to be quite interesting, and he gave a loud guffaw as he read some or other article on an economic crisis.It was still another 10 minutes to go until the bell went, and The Guv made himself another cup of coffee.

Today they would be exploring the world of poetry, and he was just preparing himself for the wacky ideas the students came up with.

Will add my own charries later. This for the students I have taken as on the timetable. See my notes if you have charries to be written.

[Cara]

Cara walked down the hall of the academic building, heading toward the classroom where the English class she was attending was held. She held her mock-leather satchel in her hand and could picture every item that was in the bag, knowing that she hadn't forgotten anything.

She paused outside the door and drew in a breath. She knew that she was early, but she hadn't had a class beforehand so she would rather be here now then wait until it was time for the bell to ring and everyone was trying to get into the room at the same time. She hated large groups of people at the best of times, let alone when they were all trying to get through the same door at the same time.

She placed her hand on the door and jumped as her hand closed around an ice-cold handle. Mentally shaking herself, she entered the room. With a glance around the room, she saw that it was absent of a teacher, she walked to her chosen desk. It was a front row desk, but not close enough to the middle of the room that she could be classed as a teacher's pet, but also not close enough to the window that the teacher needed to worry about her daydreaming out the window. Even of she sat next to the window, there wasn't any chance of that happening, this girl didn't daydream. She never had anything to daydream about.

Sitting down, she began to sort out her table. Opening the satchel, she withdrew her pencil case and the black binder that she used for this class. It was an unmarked binder, and she knew that many people wondered how she knew the difference between this one and the one she used for the science class. It was easy - at least for her - her English folder had a red piece of ribbon carefully folded through the zipper and sewn neatly so it wouldn't fall off. The folder was placed, slightly to the right of the front centre of the desk. Opening her pencil case, she took out the black, blue and red ball-point pens along with a pencil and an eraser. The case was then closed and placed at the back lefthand corner.

With her desk sorted, she closed her satchel once more and slid it under her chair so that it was out of the way of where people would be walking.

[StarGirl]

Bryce walked calmly down the hall. For once he wasn't cutting his time super close. He pulled his cell out of his pocket as he approached the room. He made a point to check his phone then turn it completely off before entering any classroom, performance or ceremony. He thought it was terribly rude not to do so.
He slipped the phone back into his pocket, arriving at the door. He turned the knob and entered the room. He was suprised at seeing only a student in the room and no teacher, but simply went to his seat and pulled out his English notebook and started doodling in the margins thinking as he always did about Rez and Kiya. He was glad that Allie was coming to the college soon and he had even heard that Cal might be able to join the school. He could use their help, for his horses and himself. He let his mind continue to wander through training exercises and such for his partners as his doodles spilled over the whole page.