ooc] well, just find the poster board for Glee Club located near the Spanish Class and sign up. Devin and Brooklynn are in Spanish class right now, so yeah :D
Ic: Tyler walked down the hall quickly, nodding at a group of guys that he was sort of friends with, but they didn't even really realize he was there. He wasn't interested in being late for class, so he didn't stop. He headed to the Spanish room, and when he passed the bulletin board, he looked up at it, just out of curiosity, wondering if there was something like a football team or something. He knew he had to join the next activity, since his friend made him swear. He almost fainted when he saw the sign for the Glee club. You've got to be kidding me, he thought. He had to join a Glee club? He knew that his friend would hunt him down and make him join once he saw the sign, so he'd just have to join either way. It was better now than later, the way he saw it. He penciled his name is, Tyler Luke Fowler, and continued into the Spanish room.
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As Brooklynn sat down, she let her eyes wander around the classroom. Of course, she was always second to come. It became like a habit for her and Devin. Devin would appear unnaturally early and Brooklynn would come along a few minutes later. At the last seconds, the classroom would get trampled by the rest of the students who didn't want to be late. A few stray students would enter every now and then, but mostly it was when the bell was about to ring. Brooklynn sighed in frustration, wondering why the kids wanted to hang out in the halls so long. She let her brown gaze travel to the door and saw Tyler, a kid she was a bit familiar with, sign the Glee Club list with a fowl look on his face. Knowing him, he didn't want to do it, but something made him. Or somebody. She sighed again. The way people treated the greatness these days. Kids never understood the beauty of music.
Dave walked slowly down the halls with his backpack on his left shoulder and right hand in his pocket, like he normally did. Making it toward the spanish room he saw Tyler write something on a piece of paper and head inside. Feeling curious Dave looked at the paper and lifted an eyebrow. 'Glee club?' It sounded boring but it might be a place he could hang out in just to trash on people. Taking a pencil out of his pocket he signed his name Dave Knockleese and walked inside the spanish room. Seeing he was early he sighed and walked to the back of the room then sat down.
Tyler slumped down in a chair and dropped his backpack on the floor next to him. He saw Dave walk in the room. He stayed his distance from Dave, remembering hearing someone tell him to keep away from him. He saw Brooklyn and Devin. They were always early. He was just usually the guy to trickle in after them.
Ooc: Sorry, short, but I don't really have anything to say at the moment...
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Seeing Dave slump into the back, Tiffany had to crack a little smile. She knew what he was thinking, popular, or semi-popular kids weren't hard to read. Tyler? He didn't want to join the Glee Club although something made him, and now he regretted it. She looked over towards Dave. He looked like he was okay with it. Probably just signed the sheet just to give away some spare time. She sighed. Hey, at least people were joining Glee Club, ehh?
Devin gave a short sigh as she moved to her desk, her hand on her tightly streached shirt. She closed her eyes, wondering if the baby was going to be a girl or boy. Her face was twisted in a small grin as she rubbed her bump. She opened her eyes to look at Tyler, who seemed to be in a tired mood. She twisted a pencil in her left hand as she sat up in her seat, no one seemed to be coming in.
-- Edited by Onyxfeather on Saturday 14th of August 2010 07:02:54 PM
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He sees everything black and white Never let nobody see him cry I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine
Brooklynn checked her watch. A minute before class started. She sighed as she stared outside the classroom. Mr. Michael wasn't here yet; and he was the Spanish teacher. Nor was the whole rest of the class. Although it didn't matter if Mr. Michael came late, which he usually did, because he was the teacher. Although Brooklynn thought the teacher should always be the first in the classroom. She sighed and stared, bored, at her watch.