[Davey McWaffles]

Connor seemed concerned. Maybe I’ll tell him about the cafeteria later, I thought, after all I don’t want to ruin the niceness of it all. But, i was kinda glad he didn’t ask about it in the first place. I’m not that into talking about feelings, so it worked out nicely. I nodded to show him I wanted to go out to lunch. I didn’t really like hot dogs to begin with ,but it was better than the cafeteria or eating alone. Quickly and impulsively, I hugged him. “Thank you” I whispered, Then I let go. Half a second later, As If nothing happened, I got back to my normal self and began to talk loudly. “Let’s go!” I hollered, then dragged him outside. I honestly didn’t know where we were going, so I walked slightly behind him and he guided us there. On the way I talked, my mouth moving as fast as ever, “so you listen to any music?” I asked.

[Samantha Law]

I quickly finish my lunch and sprint/walk outside where I figured I could sit in peace. But I was wrong, because Stitch followed me out there. But he wasn’t alone, he was being shoved along by a girl with blue eyes and unnaturally long pink hair.

[Asura]

After a while of nothing but laying on my bed.the loud music seemed to quiet down.so I turned it off completely and walked outside my dorm.looking out the hallway window.and saw alot of people from my class.i guessed I could take a walk.as I walked out of my dorm I saw Samantha and followed her outside.she didint notice.like everyone…so as I walked out into the big courtyard/field.i sat on top of a table laying back on it arms spread with my hood on my head Andy hair covering half of my face.staring at the sky.comical I guess.until I heard two guys walk into the courtyard.i didint bother to look but I supposed they would ask me to move off the table as I was kind of on top of it.

[Elizi]

I’m not really sure on what to do, so I get up and start to walk down the hallway. People are giving me really weird stares as I pass by, and it’s probably because of the way I’m dressed. It makes me really uncomfortable, so I quickly open a door and duck inside, closing the door behind me. Fantastic, I’m in the janitor’s closet. Emphasis on closet. There was no where to move, and I was pinned between the door and a cracked trashcan.

The most worst part of this whole situation is that everyone that saw me come in here probably knows that this is a closet, so they’re probably all laughing at me. I’ll just have to wait until someone is nice enough to open the door and help me around the school, or wait until I hear the bell ring so I can escape and go to my little apartment across town.

[Peridot]

I blinked, frozen in surprise when Meg rushed in for an unexpected hug. Something had clearly gone on in the cafeteria, although I had no clue as to what scumbag could have bullied her like this. The sudden flare of protectiveness that rose up when I thought about my Meister getting hurt lost to the flutter of happiness I felt at getting hugged for the first time since discovering I had the ability to transform into a deadly, sharp weapon.

As nice as the hug felt, I was grateful when Meg dragged me out of the school to go get lunch. It gave me enough time to school my face back into a casual one with no trace of any embarrassment or blushing. I really didn’t want to do something awkward and mess up our first day as partners.

“Hang on, we need to go left,” I instructed with a slight smile, as I guided Meg towards where I remembered the stand to be, no longer needing to be pushed. This girl was talking really quickly, which normally would have bugged me but since I was actually interested in hearing what she had to say, it didn’t irk me.

“To be honest, I don’t know very much about music. I mean, I switch around the radio channels sometimes but I don’t really have a favorite artist or anything,” I laughed slightly, well aware of my own ignorance before turning to look at Meg, “What about you? Do you have any favorites? You seem like you really like music…” That was a bit of an understatement, seeing as she had been blasting out loud music I had never heard before and jamming along with it or something.

[Lord English]

-Since Ram had been waiting for an answer, she finally gave up and decided to wander away from whom she was talking to. ‘It wouldn’t do any good anyway,’ she thought to herself, ‘they will just stab you in the back anyway.’ She had been trying to avoid thoughts like that and made her way out where everyone else had headed. Her eyes caught people interacting with one another. She began shaking once more and stayed away from them, remaining out in the hall ways and curling up against a wall.

Whilst she contemplated going in and interacting, many thoughts swirled through her head. She was defiantly afraid that if she went into the room, they would kill her. She also thought she’d get made fun of for her dirty looks. She only shivered more as she became lost in her own mind, balling up and hiding her head between her legs. The thoughts weren’t leaving her, no matter what she did, they wouldn’t leave.-

[Mei-Chan]

•.The rhythmic click of heels against linoleum flooring echoed down the hall as a woman with a curly fall of hip-length blue hair clipped back from her face with a storm cloud barrette made her way between classes. Her opaque purple eyes were sharp, and surrounded with purple eye shadow that made her somewhat resemble a raccoon. She had cinnamon-toned skin flecked with chocolate and wore a black hoodie, partially unzipped to reveal the beginnings of a chest wrapped tightly with bandages, under which disappeared hints of jagged tattoos. She had on a dark brown skirt that reached her knees, white thigh-high socks, and black shoes. Clutched in her left hand was a clipboard, and a mechanical pencil was tucked behind her right ear.

She overheard a few girls giggling about some foolish-looking new kid who closed herself into the janitor’s closet and sighed, raising her clipboard and flipping to the map of the school before she turned down a corridor, heading for where the girl was probably mortified and still hiding out. The blue-haired lady couldn’t help but wonder, with a chuckle, if the student would ever even return to the DWMA after that awful first impression. Young teens, especially females, tend to overreact…this one was probably already chanting about how her life was over. Ick. She reached the door that was very clearly labeled JANITOR’S CLOSET and pulled it open with only a two-second glance to the person inside. “Your name?” Just for the moment, she felt like being nice, scribbling off a note about how her tardy was to be excused for helping carry a few books and bringing a mop from the janitor’s closet. At the bottom was a side note instructing the teacher to be sure to read it out loud. She handed it off to the girl and moved on down the hall.

After that, she noticed a girl crouched on the floor outside of a classroom and sighed, resting a hand on her hip as she slowed to a stop. ‘What is it with these teenage girls today…?’ For a few minutes, the lady (a recently-hired hall monitor by the name of Medina Tsuchibelle) stood watching silently. The girl she was looking at was absolutely filthy; long disheveled hair matted-up with dirt, tattered clothes, and worn boots. Medina was immediately curious about the girl, who just kept huddling on the floor, shuddering and muttering incoherently. After a moment, the hall monitor began to wonder if the girl even knew that was what she was doing, or even if she was aware she was being watched.

Miss Tsuchibelle shifted her weight, lifted her clipboard, raised a fist over her mouth, and cleared her throat loudly. The I-want-your-attention-but-don’t-want-to-say-anything noise. Only as an afterthought did it occur to her that she may very well startle the girl. She raised her chin a little and stared down her nose at the raven-haired young lady, offering a somewhat cheeky half-smirk. “Young Miss, is there a problem?” She knew the girl was probably in trouble, or avoiding an unruly classmate, but Medina simply couldn’t force herself to lighten her tone. The note was far enough against her usual nature as is.•

[Samantha Law]

I sigh tiredly, knowing that I would probably be forced to talk to someone now. Stitch and the girl approach me, and the latter smiles. “Hi there!” she says cheerfully, andI reply with a quiet,”Hello.” The girl sits down without asking to do so, and Stitch is pulled down beside her. “I’m Carla, and this is Stitch.” She introduces the two of them, even though I knew his name already. “Yeah, I know.” I state it plainly in the way I always did. Carla shrugs it off and continues to speak. I wasn’t really listening, all I wanted to do was eat my lunch in peace. “Can you leave now?” I ask, knowing I sounded mean even though I wasn’t trying to. “Maybe we could talk… later?” I try to make it better. Carla looked hurt, like it was a personal offense against her. “Oh… Okay.” She stands up and walks away without bothering to drag Stitch after her. Panicking for a moment, Stitch jumps to his feet. He obviously didn’t want to be left alone with the Law girl.