[center Raywin walked into the classroom with his friends. He had always been the type just to talk without end—boring stories about exciting things, to him at least. When he spotted yet another friend gave a polite wave before turning back to talk to the others.   [#d96ddf "𝘈𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨,"] He laughed quietly, carefully stepping with the group towards his desk as he spoke, waving his hands to move the story along. Raywin pulled his chair out, sitting down. His friends nodded in agreement as they listened to his stories. His friends followed him like lost puppies in need of food, as they normally do when one is popular.  Although yes, he was popular, he was still humble as his mother taught him. She was a kind woman. Sad she married such an evil man. He never liked him, but of course, he tolerated him to keep his mother happy. The bell rang and everyone else sat in their seats that weren't already. The teacher picked up her chalk, and started writing on the board.  ' 𝙾𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝟹𝟼𝟽' as read. He pulled out his textbook and did as the teacher asked, opening his blue pencil pouch to pull out a pen. His emerald eyes set on the words in front of him as he followed along with the teacher's words. He chewed on his bottom lip gently as he tried to keep focus. He ran through the practices he had this week. '𝒯𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓀.. 𝐹𝑜𝑜𝓉𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁..' That's all he could remember. He's always enjoyed sports and he has the bodybuild for it. Ray was snapped out of the trance as they were told to turn the page.  Glancing over at the other books around him he could easily tell what page was next, but he had to skip past a few pages- He had gotten behind.]  -Raywin #d96ddf

[center [i Lizzy had walked into her favorite class. Her pink hair looked so unnaturally pleasing that the sun glared on the top of her bangs. She looked left and right, her skirt swaying with minimal movement her stomach turned with her head. She finally locked her eyes onto an empty seat - an empty table too. It was odd enough, but she liked being alone. She lifted her eyebrows in satisfaction and walked towards it. Her school bag which lay only on one arm was let down to the side of the desk. She walked towards the other side of it and sat down quickly. The girl waited for her class to start. But before it did she looked around to notice and keep in mind who was in her class. She heard the teacher's footsteps walk across the room, so she locked her eyes back on the board. She did as the students were instructed and leaned over to unzip her bag. She finally reached in and grabbed her textbook.  She let out a soft and quiet groan as she lifted herself back into place, and opened the pages up. Each page was thin and had a weird scratchy feel to it.  Although Lizzy was quiet, she did have a lot on her mind. It wasn't like she didn't want to speak, she was just too nervous to do so. Most students didn't even acknowledge she was there the majority - or all of the time. She lived with her father her entire life. It seemed like he was the only person that Lizzy was comfortable around. She was eccentric and loud around him. She truly expressed herself. She could be described as someone who 'watches from the shadows'. She knows pretty much everything that's going on. Though nobody talks to her, eavesdropping is easy when nobody even knows you're there nearly all of your life.] "Lizzy!" [i Her name was heard from the front of the room. She lifted her head nervously and looked at the person who yelled her name confused. It was them... The one and only... Language arts teacher. The one teacher who calls on students when they never had their hands raised - or had even dreamed of raising their hands in a million years.] "Would you like to read these few paragraphs for us?" [i The teacher stared at her sternly and impatiently.] "Eh?" [i Lizzy stared at her book, and skimmed through the page.] "Do I.. Have to?" [i She asked, the words almost felt like they had to spit out of her mouth. They were words she didn't want to say. She didn't want to say anything. She would rather crawl in a hole and die.] "Yes, it is mandatory." [i The teacher looked at her, and saw the nervous look on her face. He sighed, and looked at the page closer, lowering his hands to his side.] "Fine.. But only unless anybody else would read it instead..?" [i He looked around the room for any raised hands.

[center Ray tapped his pencil against the book quietly as he listened to the teacher talk about the lesson. He quite frankly didn't care. He knew he'd get scholarships from the sports team- So why care about Shakespeare and him not getting the girl? He glanced up as he heard the teacher calling on someone, and he followed his gaze to the girl sitting in the back.  He frowned slightly as he listened. It wasn't like this was new, the teacher did this frequently, but it wasn't funny every time. After he heard the teacher's words, he nodded. It was always the same concept when the person didn't want to read the selection given. Raywins hand went up and he tapped his foot, smiling. [#d96ddf "I'll read!"] He hummed. It wasn't that uncommon for him to do anything along the lines of this, he had always volunteered for things like this, especially when he knows people are uncomfortable.  He smiled at the teacher, I mean c'mon. Why would anyone pick on an innocent kid sitting in the back? They very well could've picked on one of his friends, he knew they were dicking around!