OOC: so were like all friends, and for breakfast we meet up to talk to each other. IC: Alma ran to meet with her friends. She was the youngest. Some of them were only a year older, 13, but some were 16. They all got along well, though, and were the best of friends. Alma didn't like to show her feelings, and was shy, so she was happy to have great friends. "Hi, Vannessa. Hi, Snyder," she said, smiling to greet them. "Where are the others? I hope they'll come soon, we don't want to be late."
Alma smiled. She didn't normally like to show how she felt, but there was no hiding how excited she was. "Yeah, verry, I wonder who are teachers will be?" Alma said.