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(Robert - Mr. Bobbins is so cute! )

"... oh..." Medli responded as Colin took off. "..OH!!! Hey, getoff'em!" She squealed, trying to get the girls to back off. "Ehhhh" she whined when nobody backed down. She grabbed the boy's hand and yanked him out of the pile of attackers, thrusting herself against the wall. "Owies." She got up and resisted the urge to pull her shirt down. "Are you alright, ummm..?"

Maureen had fallen asleep and now decided to wake up. She looked around the room, very confused-like. "Uh..." She just sat in her chair, looking confused.

[You guys RP'ed up to page 4 while I slept? X.x]

[*can't be bothered to point out every scene of powerhogging and godmodding as this is the NNV forum*]

Jade turned as a girl approached her and asked if she was lost. Surprised at a friendly person admist all these ignorers, she was about to reply, when another girl came up and spoke to her. Jade had no idea how she knew her homeroom or her name, but she didn't have much time to think about it.

She turned to the first girl that had come up. 'Um, hi. Uh, I'm not really lost anymore. Which room are you in?' she asked.

Zega wondered why that girl helped Josh get away from Sock. She walked over to Josh, smiled nicely, then proceeded to kick the crap outta him.

Mark walks up to Holly. "Need any help studying?"

"Just leave me alone! " Holly shouts.

"But--but--I love you!" Mark cries.

Holly sees him crying and walks over to him. "omgsh I'm so sorry!" she says.

"That's okay, Holly," Mark says. "I still love you."

"And I you," Holly cries out.

And together they walk into the sunset.

THE END.

(Mark - Goof :p)

"HEY,SCHTOPPIT!" Medli yelled and again grabbed Josh's arm and yanked with all her might, to no avail.

Holly, once again, shook Mark to wake him up. "STOP DREAMING!"

(Never done this before, but--why not?)

Neko ran in the halls of PPT knowing she was extremly late for homeroom. "Why does this always happen to me?!" She dashed past the classrooms looking for room 106. As she ran around the corner she slamed straight into some random guy, very quicky she said sorry and ran off in search of her homeroom once again. "I hope I don't see that guy again...nyyyaaa" She continued her search more carefully. "There it is!" Neko said happily. Neko looked rather confused as she stepped into the class. She saw some girls and a guy fighting with each other so not wanting to be noticed she headed to the back of the class, but tripped over her own feet and fell on her butt. "Why does this always happen to me?" she muttered under her breath.

Michael looked up at a girl with... strange clothes tried to say something to him. Pulling out his earplugs he asked, "What?"

"I said, are you new here?" the girl asked.
"Uhh... yeah," Michael said, getting up as he saw people shuffling off to their classes. "Any chance you can tell me where to find my homeroom? I think it's room 106."

Josh thought he had finally pulled it with Zega but then she pushed him into the peacefulness of unconsious.

Mr. Bobbins realised that most of his class was back, so he decided that it was time to take attendance. He put his carrot down, and got the sheet of paper from his desk. He prayed it wasn't another sheet of joke names.

He began to read: Ok, is Ben Dover here? Please, someone, Ben Dover? Ok, fine absent. Anita Man...has anyone seen Ainta Man? Please people, Ainta Man! Absent, and on the first day of school. Anywho, uhhh....next is Jacques Strap. Is Jacques Strap in the class? Where is Jacques Strap?" Suddenly Mr. Bobbins realized what was going on. He took another bite out of his carrot, rubbed his head, and confronted the class.

"I'm not gonna be taking any of your shananigan this year, I'll tell ya that! This is a room to learn, where you respect me, and I respect you. Everyone has a chance to learn and when we are in a positive envirom--" Sudenly a cupcake, that came flying from the back of the class, hit him straight in his balding head. Mr. Bobbins lowered his head in shame, and went back to his desk, hoping someone would come talk to him.

Josh walked over to the teacher, put an apple on the desk, and went back to his desk. Suddenly, he heard with his super hearing (Yep, has that too) a baby crying. The pram must be falling down steps! With the Mother screaming although he didn't hear that.

He suddenly froze time in the classroom and teleported (Guess) over to where the baby was, he looked around confused and suddenly heard a scream and saw a girl running out of the room. Scratching his head and turning around he saw stalls, sinks, handryers. Oh no! He teleported to the girls bathroom. Who cares about a stupid baby when the embaressingness of this situation was critical!

Suddenly teleporting back to the classroom he was the vision of innocence but...

((Poor Mr. Bobbins. And you are so weird Inexistance.))

"Room 106, down the hall, upstairs, and make a right, and it's the room at the end of that hallway. Come with me, I'm in that homeroom too." She slung her backpack over her shoulder, and beckoned for him to follow, brushing past some first years that remained clustered in the hall. Striding up the stairs and into the upstairs hall, she turned back to the boy. "Just in case you were wondering, the outfit was a dare from my friends. 'Wear the weirdest outfit you can on the first day of school,' they said. Pfft. Oh, am I rambling again? Bad habit. By the way, my name's Trinity. Call me Trin, Trin-Trin, whatever you please. And you are?"

((You spella my name wrong?! It's time to go off Zega AND ONTO YOU!! The torture.. For you!!))

Josh found that the room had changed drastically, there was a blinding glow emitting from somewhere near the teachers desk. Someone had polished Mr Bobbins head!! He started time again and started trying to convince everyone that the only way to figure out who did it was to play cluedo!

"Pleased to meet ya' Trin," Michael said happily, stopping and holding his hand out as she shook it. "My name's Michael." He smirked slightly, but not unkindly, at the duct tape clothes and combat boots. "Don't worry about it, I've been dared to do worse," he said.

Turning a corner, Michael asked her, "Just wanted to know, but is school... different in any way from other schools? Other than the strange smells?"