Just another run of the mill high school story roleplay because I'm bored and have an incredibly soft spot for living the high school dream AND enhancing my writing skills at the same time =3 Character sheets aren't necessary (I'm not making one), but if you want to, by all means, go for it. The only common theme I want you all to adhere to besides high school stuff in general is that this should take place around Christmas time, and be sort of holiday/winter themed. Also, watch your language, please, although I won't freak if you drop a few bombs now and again. Try and limit the sexual themes to a bare minimum, but do what you think is realistic to your character. And have fun, too, of course. Duh XD =3 Robin White, a self proclaimed class clown with a generally arrogant attitude, was once again the first to class. Lunch was a period away, and of course, it just had to be English. Not science, his favorite. Not math. Not history. Nothing else. English class. No breakfast this morning and a day full of chattering idiots and an unshakable sense of plain and utter boredom, and he had to sit through English on an empty, irritated stomach. Not to mention how ignorant the teacher was. A short, chubby blonde woman with a bias for any and all females in the class, and a pension for singling him out. First in class. He was lucky enough to have a locker near the room. Not lucky to be neighbors with some of the most annoying girls in school. Either have a huge mutual crush on him or hate his guts. Robin figured it to be the latter, as most people rolled their eyes whenever he walked away. He was one of those people you either really loved, or really hated. And he hadn't seen much of the former since seventh and eighth grade. There was a time when the kids started to pour in simultaneously, and that time was that very moment. Robin chose to sit in the back, as he always did. He was likely one of the smartest in his class, although he didn't have much of an interest in literature, so he saw it better to save face with his jock friends and act maybe slightly less disinterested than he already was, if it was even possible. There was snow outside, falling in flurries, which Robin had just noticed with a twitch of a smile, from the window directly to his left. Decembers in his city were cold. So were Novembers. The first snowfall was on the 28th, and they already used their first snow day on the fourth of December, which he spent with a friend who lives close by. Robin didn't mind the snow if he could miss school, but he preferred the heat to the cold. Preferred the humdrum of ordinary life over the confusion of Christmastime. Preferred staying home and watching paint dry than listening to Mrs. Carter. (Preferred reinventing the wheel to run himself over to that painful death sentence, to be exact.) But he figured he could suffer through. Wasn't the first day like this, and wouldn't be the last, but at least there was only a week left before winter break. And only a period until lunch. If he could even survive.