Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Tyler thought he saw Brooklyn and Devin celebrating about something. He snorted. Whatever it was, it was probably something dumb. He looked down in his backpack, opened it, and grabbed his ipod. He kept it in his bag with the volume off while he played it, so everyone would think he was merely getting something. He always did this when he was bored, but he made sure he wasn't playing on it for too long, or people would get suspicious. He was very fearful of getting into trouble. He got into enough of it at home, and he couldn't have anything getting in the way of him getting in the middle of him already straining for the least bit of popularity that he was lucky he even had.

-- Edited by Jaggedpine on Sunday 15th of August 2010 02:43:45 AM

Patch waited for the teacher to fuss at him but instead he jsut turned around and started writing. Shrugging he grabbed his binder and lucky pencil out of his bag and started to take notes. His hand writting was scrawling and sort of feminine and could easily be confused with a sloppy girl's handwritting. He soon started drifting off into his own world and doodled on the edge of his paper.

OOC: They are all in class.

Ellie Spark was never late. Not once in her fifteen years. Until the first day of school at Ridgepoint. Her father had woken her up late, and she threw on a plain tee-shirt and jeans, forgetting her bag at home. She ran into the office as the bell rang, panting, and asking where the Spanish room was. Good thing she'd spent a day staring at her classes. She could see the list in her head. The office lady didn't seem in much of a good mood, but she still told her the hallway politely. Breathing a thanks, she bolted out, following the long hallways. She missed her old school in New York already. "Mum would have made sure I was on time," Ellie whispered, panting. She knew it wasn't true though. Her mother would already be at work, early to warm-up.

Finally finding the room, she clutched the frame to the open doorway, messy curls falling over her shoulders. "Sorry," She panted, "I'm late... Mr. Michael." She stood up awkwardly, looking around for an open seat.