Roleplay--details inside.

[adorkable923]

"'The old hag' is late. As usual." Carmen said, turning to look at Zoya. She had seen Zoya around, but she had never actually spoken to her. Most people judged Zoya, and didn't care to even look at her. Carmen wasn't like that, as she looked at Zoya her eyes held not judgment. "I was in her science class last year. She doesn't notice if anyones gones, and she can't teach well. Oh, can't leave out that she's as blind as a bat and can't hear worth crap."

Why was Carmen talking so much? Something had come over her, she just didn't know what.

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Zoya let out a small chuckle. "I see," she said slowly, as she got up from her desk. "Well then why are we sitting here? You said she doesn't notice if anyone is gone. She's probably forgotten about us anyway."

Yawning, she started to walk out of the classroom, wondering if anyone will have the guts to follow.

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"Because there's other teachers who watch out for her," Carmen said, "It's the first day, cut her some slack. She probably won't notice if we're all off doing something else anyways."

Carmen honestly was afraid to cut class, she never had before. She was the girl who stayed in class, usually paid no attention, but made decent grades. She knew who to have the most fun ever though.

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Zoya stopped in her tracks and turned around slowly. She walked back to the girl and got right up in her face. "Scared?" she whispered, and then she moved back, laughing.

She shook her head. "Goody-two-shoes, huh? But really, when you get old...you'll remember the thrill of cutting class, but you won't remember what the stupid teacher says."

Shrugging her shoulders, as if to give up, "But if you're really too scared..." she turned and started for the door again.

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"I'm not scared," Carmen said standing up, "And I'm not even a goody-two-shoes. I just care a little bit about my grades."

(so short...sorry)

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As she stumbled out the door, she yelled back to the girl, "Yeah, whatever. Go care about your stupid grades."

Zoya hated people like that. They were all hung up on grades, but who honestly gave a crap? They were grades. Little numbers on a peice of paper. So you need "good grades" to get into college? Who gives a crap. Life is way too short to spend studying.

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Carmen knew what Zoya must've been thinking. That she was a nerd who spent her nights studying. Carmen did the minimum of what she had to do, but she had big dreams. She wasn't quite sure what they were yet, but she knew she had to have some deep down inside.

"Okay, I will!" Carmen yelled back. What had come over her?

[jenni_angel]

as janie smith walked down the hall, she wondered where that science class was.. 'it's too bad the AP chemistry teacher ended up in the hospital after that accident..' she thought. 'it's such a shame. and now i have to sub for this class. hah. i never even passed biology.. i guess they were just desperate to have a teacher.'

as she neared the end of the hall, she noticed a class with a few students wandering outside in the hall. 'this must be the class. ahh, i see a few familiar faces..'

"excuse me," she said to one of the students standing near the door. "is this the AP chemistry classroom?"

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Hearing her outburst, Zoya stopped and turned around. A grin embraced her face. "Well, come on then." Then she spun back around and started walking again.

"Mm, where should we go today.." Zoya muttered to herself, glancing around to see if there were any teachers that were roaming the halls.

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Carmen really had an itch to leave, she was about to when she heard a subsitute teacher at the door. d*mn. This type of thing always happened when she wanted to embrace her rebellious side. Usually, that is.

Carmen let out a little sigh as she waited for someone to answer the substitute. Chemistry was far from her favorite subject, and she could care less about what chemicals mixed with what. What ph (that's right, isn't it) levels some substances had.