((First day of class since schools has really just kinda started for everyone))

Nickolas quickly ran up the stairs to the front of the school, a few lingering students still stood outside, waiting for the bell to ring. Nickolas quickly pushed his hair back and held it in place with a simple hairband as he finished tucking his shirt in to keep from getting in trouble for his uniform and took the hair band out again. After tossing it in his backpack just incase he needed it Nickolas stepped into the school as the bell run and students cleared the halls leaving the flustered Norwegian alone again. He fixed his backpack and walked to the office startled slightly by the annoyed look he received, yeah he had been in a few times during class for miss-behaving but not for being late, yet.

Nickolas quickly took the late pass from the secretary and backed out of the office as quick as he could and turned to walk to his first class. "Start of school and I'm already late..." Nickolas mumbled, suppressing a small chuckle as he looked at the yellow paper and up at the door numbers he walked by peeking into a few open doors and leaving again before the teacher took the time to notice what had caught his students attention so suddenly. Nickolas continued his journey to his first class, photography. Instantly the teacher asked why he had been late and held up the yellow paper, looking over the room as the teacher lectured him about being late on the first day. Nickolas nodded at the questions that required them and zoned out of the teachers talking. He looked back when he was told to take his seat and made his way back to an open seat, slumping down with his arms crossed on the desktop.

Victorique was working on getting her brunette hair out of a tangle. Shit, shit. First day and she's late?! Oh hell! She was really late! She huffed, pulling her hair up into a bun, and sticking her hair band with her hat on it into her hair messily. She ran out of her room, quickly pulling on the blue uniform she'd been given. The red eyed girl pulled on a tall pair of high heels - they reached just to her mid thighs. She hadn't gotten permission to wear these - but she didn't exactly care, they were the first pair of shoes she could find, and she'd be damned if she was any later. Quickly, she grabbed her bag and headed towards the front office.

Jesus, she hadn't been here since registration, and looks of surprise were coming from all around. She needed to come to the front office to grab her schedule anyway. She'd forgotten to do that the day before, she was just all-around stressed out it seemed. She gave everyone a sweet smile before walking to the desk, asking for her schedule and a pass for class. She looked down to her schedule. Photography first - lovely. She needed an extra elective - and that happened to be what she would take, since nothing else piqued her interest. She was mumbling to herself in Romanian, trying to make it to her first class on time.

She began looking at the door numbers, counting up to the one she needed to go in. She looked up at the door, scrunching her nose a bit as she readjusted her bag. She took a deep breath, and walked to the door, she opened it, and stepped in, closing the door behind her quietly. She hoped no one was looking... Much to her displeasure, almost everyone - including the teacher looked up - she gave a soft, forced smile, and walked over to the teacher, handing her the note before making her way to a seat in the back corner, not wanting to face the teacher right this moment. Especially since she'd been late. She pulled out a note book and pen, before slouching down into her seat. Boy, was she embarrassed to be late on the first day.

Nickolas looked up, hearing the door opening and tilted his head to the side slightly, so he wasn't the only one late on the first day? Watching the newest member of the class walk back to her seat he turned and looked at her, ignoring the teachers lecture about the expectations and rules he had for the class that year. Feeling something small hit his shoulder, Nickolas turned back to look at the attacker and shrunk away from the teachers stern stare. He turned back after a few minutes and smiled.

Deciding to get closer, Nickolas pushed his feet into the ground and moved the desk as quiet as possible over to Victorique and held his hand out eagerly with a small chuckle as he looked at her shoes "Nice shoes." he whispered grinning and sitting up in his seat to pull a pant leg up slightly and show her the bright green converse hight tops he had been wearing

She takes a deep breath, and takes notes for expectations - just in case she may need to help someone later on in the year, because that's just who she was - She turned a bit when she heard the crumpling of paper. She shook her head, turning back to the front.

She looked over when she heard the desk move, raising an eyebrow. She noticed he'd stuck out his hand, she set her pencil down and shook it. That's what was expected of her... Right? It took her a minute to process the compliment. "Thank you." she said with a soft smile, and whispered. She looked down when he pulled up his pant leg, blinking a bit at the bright green. "Lovely. Very er... Bright."

Nickolas smiled, nodded and turned back to face the front of the class just as a marker was thrown back at him. He yelped seeing the marker flying at him and ducking down, sliding to the floor under his desk as the marker hit the kid in the seat behind his seat, sound asleep the whole class and suddenly jolting up out of his sleep. Nickolas laughed and sat back in his seat, pulling the desk into place again and trying to pay attention as well as he could. Once the bell rung, Nickolas pulled his backpack up onto his back and knelled in the seat to look at Victorique, smiling at her and kicking his feet "So what's your next class?" he asked watching her and tilting his head to the side slightly.

She shook her head, trying to stifle laughter when the student jolts up from his sleep. She sighs, and closed her note book, shoving it back in her bag. She picked up her pen and looked up to Nickolas, "Er..." she pulled out her schedule. She sighed, "Communications, and yours?" she looked up at him from the piece of paper

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Without a doubt P.E. was the worst class anyone could have for their first class. The last thing Raivis wanted to do while still suffering from waking up was run, or pull up, or get pelted by whatever sports ball they were using that day. There was also having to debate on choosing whether or not to shower, because he didn't want to smell like sweat all day, and then making it to his next class on time. His next class that was all the way on the opposite end of campus. Raivis groaned as he looked over his school schedule again, distraught and miserable. Was it too late to change his classes around? Probably, at least knowing his luck it would be.

A shiver left him, be it from the morning chill or just nervous habit he didn't know. Probably some mix of both. At least he hadn't been late, on the first day why that would have been awful. Way too much stress, Raivis probably would have ended up just transferring schools if that were the case. But, it wasn't, and actually the first day of P.E. wasn't so bad. Roll had been taken and over half of his class hadn't gotten their clothes yet, so he wasn't the only one. The collective teachers let them do what they wanted, as long as it was an activity, and Raivis opted for walking around the track as anything involving balls was dangerous to his well being - at least that's what his past experiences of being decked in the face said.

Nickolas huffed, tilting his head back with a groan as he walked to his next class, if he could find it. He looked down at the paper in his hand again where he was holding the paper and whined quietly at the thought of having to almost run across the school just so he wouldn't be late but the new challenge was if he would be caught by a teacher in the halls if he did run. "well...maybe I could skip it..." he smirked putting the paper in his side pocket, the idea starting to grow into something better and better. He could go home, eat, take a nap and come back in time for the next class!

Nickolas sighed and decided to try his luck and go to class, skipping to his class, pausing as he walked by a few of the classes and checking the numbers next to the doors places on plastic squares. Starting to panic he looked into one of the classrooms hoping to see a teacher or student, empty. Nickolas cursed quietly and ran down the hall to a new class room which had ended up being the gym, not a place he wanted to be...but it had a teacher inside.

Marie was a little under 2 periods late. She snorted to herself, pulling her blonde mess up into it's usual ponytail, she walked into the school. She didn't bother to go to the front office - she simply went to her 3rd period - Gym, as always. Lovely. She hummed silently to herself, walking through the empty halls, she made her way to the Gym - silently slipping in, thankful today was the first day and she didn't have to dress out in front of others yet.

Nickolas decided it was best to check the door numbers with his piece of paper "gym..." he chuckled and put the paper in his pocket before shuffling into the gym, scrawny, highly un-athletic, perfect class to be put in! He sighed and looked over everyone there already, what had they done this year, put everyone in classes to humiliate / annoy them? Possibly yes...why did he question that. Nickolas rolled his eyes walking over to where he saw most of the class

Gym. Al loved Gym! It gave him a chance to show off. He'd missed his first period, but he didn't care. He may love Chemistry but he was sure that he could teach that class himself. There wasn't much he didn't know when it came to that.

Al strolled in swirling his keys to his beloved muscle car round his finger, his sunglasses on as he blew a bubble with his bubble gum. Al didn't really believe in the school uniform thing so he'd made some adjustments his jeans were torn and his tie and shirt untucked and messily thrown on, they looked as if they had been laying on his floor and he'd just picked them up and threw them on.

He looked around the room at the others he had class with and was mildly pleased with what he saw. He smirked knowing that if he wasn't team captain he'd be first picked, especially if it was baseball.He broke the silence of the room with a smirk "Sup Dudes!" He wasn't shy at all and it showed.

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Feliks watches as Al enters the gym and rolls his eyes, noting the other and making a mental note to stay away from him. "This is going to be, like, no fun," he mutters to himself, looking around for someone to talk to. Spotting Nickolas, Feliks cautiously walks over to the other. "Hey there," he says cautiously in way of a greeting.

Aleksander blinked and looked over at the shorter blond "Hei!" he grinned and stood up straight, brushing his messy hair back from his eyes and tilted his head to the side "You seem really quiet...like...a mouse!" Aleks grinned and nodded eagerly clapping his hands together "Yeah you're a mouse!" he scrunched his nose and laughed before putting an arm on Feliks's shoulder as he leaned over on him "Will we be friends?" Aleks asked looking down at his new friend brushing his hair back again after it fell into his face

"Sure, I'll totally be your friend!" Feliks says with a grin, turning to look at his new friend. "I'm Feliks by the way," he adds, suddenly remembering that he had never introduced himself. "And I wouldn't call myself a mouse. I'd call myself a...pony, since I like pony's. They're so awesome,"

Al did not like being ignored. Getting no response from his classmates made him very angry, and Al was never good at controlling his temper. He grabbed a nearby bat, it wasn't his precious Louie but it'd do, and smashed open a vending machine. The sound of glass breaking filled the gym and all eyes fell on him. He dropped the bat that was now full of glass and ran the fingers of one hand through his hair then cleared his throat. "Ahem, let's try this again.... Sup Dudes!" He waited for a response the first two people to answer would be immune to his wrath he decided.

He had to make friends somehow, people rarely spoke to him. They thought he was crazy. He wasn't, he just had a bad temper and people were assholes that needed to learn some manners the hard way.... He didn't care how they learned either, and there lays the reason people didn't talk to him. Who wants to be friends with a murder? He was so much more than that though. If only people would give him a chance...

"yeah but you're quiet." Aleks grinned and turned to the sound of the shattered glass, looking at Feliks and smiling as he held up a hand and quickly scuffed his feet a few times before picking them up and walking over to Al with a very lopsided grin "Hei!" He smiled, hands on his hips as he rocked back and forth on his feet. This could be interesting..very interesting. Aleks smiled none the less and stood in front of him, reaching out and patting his cheeks "You have quite the temper don't you!"

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Al looked at the guy that was name patting his checks. "Ummmm... You could say that. I'm Al Jones nice to meet you." This guys was definitely odd, but he seemed friendly enough. I could use a guy like this in my life, someone too dopey to judge me. "You seem really excited about making friends. How bout us? We could be friends right?" Al was normally very confident and loud, but right now he felt the fear of rejection that perhaps he might of made too bad a first impression for this man to agree to be his friend. Al looked down at the ground for a moment noticing the bright green converse the Norwegian man was wearing and smirked his confidence returning as his gazing turned to his own red converse. Maybe they would get along quite well afterall.

Cautiously, Feliks follows Aleks, looking at Al in curiosity. Swallowing his fear, he steps forward and clears his throat. "Um...hello," he says, knowing just how lame of a first impression that is. The problem is that he doesn't know what else to say. "Curse my fear of others," he thinks.

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Aleksander Bondevik wrote:: Nickolas quickly ran up the stairs to the front of the school, a few lingering students still stood outside, waiting for the bell to ring. Nickolas quickly pushed his hair back and held it in place with a simple hairband as he finished tucking his shirt in to keep from getting in trouble for his uniform and took the hair band out again. After tossing it in his backpack just incase he needed it Nickolas stepped into the school as the bell run and students cleared the halls leaving the flustered Norwegian alone again. He fixed his backpack and walked to the office startled slightly by the annoyed look he received, yeah he had been in a few times during class for miss-behaving but not for being late, yet.

Nickolas quickly took the late pass from the secretary and backed out of the office as quick as he could and turned to walk to his first class. "Start of school and I'm already late..." Nickolas mumbled, suppressing a small chuckle as he looked at the yellow paper and up at the door numbers he walked by peeking into a few open doors and leaving again before the teacher took the time to notice what had caught his students attention so suddenly. Nickolas continued his journey to his first class, photography. Instantly the teacher asked why he had been late and held up the yellow paper, looking over the room as the teacher lectured him about being late on the first day. Nickolas nodded at the questions that required them and zoned out of the teachers talking. He looked back when he was told to take his seat and made his way back to an open seat, slumping down with his arms crossed on the desktop.

Anya watched the blond hair boy slumping down at the open seat, with a scowl on his face. She saw that he wasn't the happiest being late, but trying his best not to show the frustration. She tried to get a glance at his face if he still had that scowl on his face, but he wouldn't turn his head around even the slightest to let her get a peak.

Anya pulled up her over pink sweater, and tapped the boy on the shoulder. Hoping he would turn around to look at her, and then she would know if he did have that frustrated scrowl still.

Erikur stepped into the gym and looked around with a frown, my god...it was a pretty full class this block and then once everyone started to participate they'd sweat and then it would be horrible and dirty. He sighed and crossed his arms, keeping his head high as he walked to the coach highly interested in the cheer leading team he walked to the fake wood table and put a hand on it, pulling it away as soon as he set it down and crossed his arms again looking down towards them. "I want to be on the cheer leading team" Erikur smiled and stepped back before holding a hand out to take the necessary sign up form "I do gymnastics each morning and I have for about....10 years maybe more I can't keep track very well of how long I've been there." He sighed and waited before the paper was handed to him.

Erikur turned and started to walk away, watching everyone since his sunglasses were the only things keeping his eyes covered, he only had one because of an unfortunate incident and the one he had left was his natural eye color, a purple red borderlining more red than purple. Not that his hair attracted enough attention being a purple color as it was and kept walking brushing some hair back by now he wasn't looking where he had been going and almost walked into the broken vending machine. Erikur stepped away and stopped as he felt that he ran into someone and turned slowly to look and see who he had run into

Al felt someone bump into him, his attention quickly drawn away from the two men that had just approached him. He looked over his sunglasses at the offender, his crimson eyes looking them up and down. He quickly noticed that they only had one eye. Al was so used to wearing sunglasses and seeing his brother in them that he could tell what was behind people's glasses. The thing that confused Al about this person was their gender. He could usually tell right off the bat, but this either a very fabulous man or flat chested girl that was adorable. He really didn't care either way though that door swung both ways. "Uh are you okay?"

Erikur blinked and nodded, stepping back away from him "I'm fine..." He mumbled looking down and fixing his shirt and pants before looking up at him again with a little more confidence than before. "My names Erikur Stielsson and I'm that idiots brother." Erikur smiled pointing at Aleksander with a sneer and crossed his arms before turning and walking away. He'd probably see the tall man sometime later in class and wanted away from his brother before he got annoying and left the area with the broken glass to find others to talk to that was in a cleaner, safer part of the gym.

Al watched the small man leave, aware that he was a man now by the name and voice, he scowled wanting nothing more than to go after him and set him straight opting instead to stand there and complain loudly to himself. This Erikur was on his list, the top of his list. The sassy Icelandic man had no idea of what was in store for him.

"Who does he think he is? Someone needs to knock him down a peg." Al turned to Aleks "I don't envy you at all I'd have killed him by now. How dare he say that about you... Oh I'll get him.... I'll get him." Al's mind ran with a million and one pranks and tricks to pull on the one-eyed man, a term he used loosely to describe this person. I didn't take kindly to people talking bad about his friends. You could talk about him all day but when you talked about his friends you crossed the line and he would make sure this 'man' knew that lesson soon enough.

"Dude" Aleks smiled and grabbed his new friends shoulder "He's my bror we hate each other. Ignore it." He grinned and laughed wrapping an arm around his shoulder and pulling him away "He's not really my brother brother but we have the same mom to say the least." he shrugged placing his other hand on his hip and continued walking, pulling Al along with him and running off everything that was in his mind about how he felt about his brother and laughed a few times before he stopped in the middle of the gym and turned to face him "So do you play sports?" Aleks asked crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side "You look like you play something...what is it...what is it..." he mumbled to himself, watching Al closely

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