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High School for the Gifted

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She just smirked and said "well name the time and place and I will just have to see". she chewed on her gum looking into his eyes. she looked at the others and thought "hurry up already". she also noted the other boys looked cute too but right now she wanted to see just how much of a man Keiji just calmed to be.
 
"After school my dorm room," he commented as he looked at her, with a confident smirk on his face as he looked at her. He was not one to ever back down from a challenge, and this was well a very interesting challenge. In his mind at least, he had to prove himself and he knew he was good, it was just a matter of showing it to Tina.
 
"you got it and you better show me the way cause i have no idea what dorm room you have". she had to hold back the laughter that was working its way out. She was determined to prove to this boy she was one tough girl to break . she knew he was going to fail for so far all the men have.
 
Steven watched the two flirt and ignored it offhandedly, closing his eyes.

Noah watched the two and snickered softly. What was up with this school and sex?
 
"Well I will have a lot to show you ,and I guess I can walk you there," he said with a smirk, on his face. He was confident that he could handle her, he would prove to her he was man enough. He wondered though if she was woman enough for him. He had his doubts in that area. He looked at her and rubbed his chin thinking before getting back to work.
 
Tina watched him go back to work and smirked . She was going to show him up that was for sure. She knew once this was over with he would not forget it. she made a vow on that. she was going to give this boy something to remember that was for sure.
 
Michael didn't really pay attention to Kenji and Tina at the moment, finishing up on the styrofoam. "Done with the animal cell. Now, Noah, if you could hand me the finished organelles, we can finally get this project done, get this juicy grade, and I can go get my cup of coffee." Michael stared off into the distance. "My god, do I need a cup right now."
 
Trystan grinned, standing up and walking over to the teacher's desk. He grabbed the needed supplies, and went back to his desk, quicjkly getting to work and even putting his book down. He grabbed his pencil, drawing on the styrofoam the base outline of the cell. With that done, he drew the nucleus, the lyosomes, the vacoules. He even got more detailed, drawing both the Nucleolus and the centrosomes. After that, he smiled to himself, his hands forming the clay into what he drew on the styrofoam. He even made small clay letters. He cut a piece of the white block, forming it into a stick and placing his model on it. When that was a ll said and done, he went back to reading his book. Somehow, it seemed slightly bigger than last time.
 
Noah cocked an eyebrow at Trystan. "... you realize this is a class project, no?" He handed the clay organelles to Michael, ignoring Trystan for now as he handed them over, being a bit delicate. No point in ruining good work, eh?
 
Michael gently handled the clay organelles and put them in their proper places. "Thank you, Noah." After finishing putting them all in, he grabbed the metallic wicks he had put on the table earlier and set them next to each organelle, making sure not to stab the clay but the styrofoam. After he had finished, Michael took out a piece of paper, and cut strips out of it with his exact-o knife. After cutting the strips, Michael twirled it around before depositing it into his bag, almost as if he was in an old Western. Marking the paper strips one by one, Michael had slowly stuck them in the wicks. Now the project was complete, and Michael sighed a large sigh.

"Thank god that's done, eh?" Michael looked up at the teacher, Goldstein. "Hey, Doc, I believe we're finished."
 
Kenji looked over and smiled as he worked on the clay, doing the last of his own part before watching the rest of his group finish up their parts. He also payed attention to how it was coming along. It most likely would get a good grade, which was always a good thing in his mind. He looked over and waited for the teacher to reply. Granted his mind wasn't on the moment 100 percent, thinking partly of his after school plans, but still, he wanted this first group work for him to turn out alright.
 
Dr. Goldstein walked into the classroom, the panther still sitting in his chair. He stroked the feline's head and looked at the project. "Good, good! You pass then, I suppose. Minus the two currently not in the classroom doing... well, you can guess."
 
Trystan eyed Goldstein contemplatively before smiling at him. "I believe you gave us the option to work individually." He chuckled, closing his book and hiding somewhere. His hands moved faster than he could see, and the neko nodded before his eyes wandered outside the window.
 
"Did I, Trystan? Ah, what were my words... oh, yes! Y'all work together. This is a class effort. So, no, it was not an individual grade. I'll see you after class, for two reasons now instead of just one... tsk. Well, I suppose I have had worse though." He grinned and shook his head. "College students... I swear."
 
Michael's eyes widened at the mention of college students, and his brain pieced together the information that had been missing from his memory. "That's where I've seen you before!" Michael exclaimed, pointing at Goldstein. "I was in your Bio 201 class a couple years back! You threw me out the next day because the school had found out I hacked their system!" Michael's eyes widened further when he said that, and slapped a hand over his face. Damn. He looked at Goldstein, then smiled, then looked around.

"Anyone for coffee?"
 
Goldstein chuckled softly. "Good, Michael, you finally remember me! And no thank you, I don't drink coffee." A teacher that didn't drink coffee; an interesting prospect. He ran a hand through his hair and nodded to himself. "Well then... class dismissed. Except for you, Trystan."
 
((So... You guys mind if I do the next Teacher?))

"Thank you!" Michael said gratefully before he popped off. Minutes later, he appeared in the crowded hallway, feet planted firmly on the floor. Michael sighed happily when he didn't smash into anything and drank his coffee. He walked past the crowd along the lockers until he reached his next class, which was personally his third favorite: English & Creative Writing. At least, that's what the schedule said.
 
(Not at all ^_^)

Noah stood and left, waving off the doctor casually. He took his pack and walked out into the halls, avoiding people generally like he always did. His tail swishes softly behind him as he adjusted his white hair a bit, groaning as he felt a bit of... peeling.
He stopped at the door of his next class, English and Creative Writing.
 
((Sweet, I've got just the guy! And a cookie to whoever can guess where I got the name from.))

As Michael sat down, an older man, around his mid-forties, came out of a back room, and wrote on the board, Chuck Finley, English & Creative Writing. The man turned back and sat in his chair, which was at the center front of the room. He stared at Michael, an eyebrow raised. Michael stared back. Both sipped at their coffee simultaneously, Chuck's from a large mug, Michael's a large paper cup.

"I guess we'll wait until the rest of the class is here then," Chuck said.

"Indeed." Michael replied.

Both sipped at their coffee again.

Chuck looked at the door, and saw Noah. "Come on in, it's free seating today. I'll have seating charts up and running in the next few days." Michael looked at Noah, and nodded his head towards him. Michael took his computer out and started typing, lines of code decorating his computer screen.
 
(nope)
Tina walked to her next class English and creative writing and thought This could be fun. she walked into class and looked at Michael and Noah and waved at them. She then walked around the room till she found a trash can and spit out her cum and this time drew out a bag of sun flower seeds and found a chair near the trash can so she could spit the shells into the trash can. she sat in the chair like she did the last class with her feet on the desk and music blurring in her ears.
 
Noah chuckled softly and walked in. "I'll never get mortals and coffee," he said, grinning as he toom a seat secluded in a corner. He sat away from the windows, leaning back into his chair as he drummed his fingertips upon the surface lightly; bored
 
The young girl got out of the bus, she slowly walked out and looked around. She was glad she managed to be back, she left some months ago without a word. She had no idea how she would explain that to everyone. She stood there for a while thinking if she should get in or not.

Amaya returned after being gone for a long time. When she first come to the High School she was living in room 10, she had no idea if the room was still there for her. She opened the entrance door and slowly got inside, she started walking slowly and looking around trying to found someone to ask what was going on. Her heart was beating so fast and she was nervous, but she kept those feeling for herself.

((sorry i was gone for so longXD))
 
((Welcome back. And you guys mind if I throw in a few ghosts to fill up the room?))

Chuck simply sipped at his coffee and stared at the classroom. "Seems a bit empty today, eh?" Chuck sipped at his coffee again, and took a bite out of the doughnut he had on his desk, before reading the day's paper.

Michael didn't exactly pay attention, too busy with the codes. He sipped at his coffee, but found out that he was empty. Glancing around, he closed his eyes, and concentrated on the dorms. He teleported quietly, hopefully not gaining the notice of anyone in the room. Of course, the destination of his power had other ideas.

Michael slammed into the ceiling, then fell to the floor. "Son of a bitch," He groaned, sitting up. He sighed, then saw a girl in the hall, Amaya, if he remembered correctly.
 
((Thank you...Ghost is fine with me...can my character meet one XD))

She stopped at the hall as she came across with Micheal, she didn't remembered him well but it would be mean and polite to say that. The wind form the open window would wave her long black hair, as she was looking at him. She let her bag down, and lend her back on the wall, while she had no idea why he was calling names.

After a few seconds she spoke, "Hi there" she took a deep breath and look at him as he was sitting up.
 
Noah watched outside the hall and decided to check upon Michael. Of course, when he saw her, he flipped out.

"A-Amaya?!"

He had seriously thought she had left! She had just gone that morning... without him. Noah found himself shaking a bit. "Amaya... is that you?" He licked his lips before running to wrap her up in a tight hug.
 
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