"Do you really think I'm going to use this stuff when I get out of this place?" Jason asked as they walked out of the classroom, Dick started to answer but was interrupted by Jay. Jason stayed back letting Dick argue and fend for himself with no problem, Jay left and Jason turned to Dick. "There's some weird kids in this school man." He said as they walked through the halls.
"Oh course not.." He rolled his eyes walking outside, he leaned back on the side of the school lighting a cigarette with his zippo. He looked at it, engraved in it was "@#$% Communism" it had belonged to his father and was the last thing he had from him.
"If it wasnt for Crane that class woulda been a waste of ma time, nice nap tho." Thought Waylon as he left class.
He notice a group chatting it up by the water fountain, "Ya'll voting for Dent?" he asked. "Um...we're not really sure yet." said one of the girls with a nervous laugh. "Haha, oh ok" said Waylon. "How about this, Ya'll are voting for Dent." he growled menacingly. "Oh, sure!" gasped the girl as the others nodded in agreement. "Good" he laughed as he slapped some stickers on a couple of the girls butts and walked away laughing.
@Daywing: "wassup Todd," said Waylon as he passed on his way to the door.
@Project_Worm: Waylon noticed Jay laughing to himself as usual. "I think I did enough school fa today, I'm out." Waylon said walking passed, then turned around quick, "Oh yea, VOTE DENT!" said Waylon slamming a sticker into Jay's chest knocking the wind out of him. "HAHA, see ya buddy." he laughed as he walked away.
For a moment the school felt peaceful. No creepy laugh from Jay, no incessant screaming from Harley and no fake friendliness from Pam. His peacefulness was then interrupted.
"Yeah I know what your saying, besides that Waylon kid I haven't seen any of the upperclassman in my classes though which is great," He continued walking with him thinking of what his correction officer told him, "So this is going to sound crazy from me but want to try out for the football team?"
Jason knit his eyebrows a little curious of why Dick got so defensive.
"Oh okay, it's just my correction office heard about all the fights and such I've been having in the school and told me if I don't fit in more I'm getting kicked out, but I'm not going to join if there is only tools on the team," He continued walking, "But here's my class, I'll probably see you later." He walked into the class and took a seat.
Matt sat in the art room, working at the kiln. The pots, jars, and vases sitting around him were piling up, Cant believe I wasted all summer on these things. He thought to himself. Wish people would help me with the props for this play.
The bitterness started piling up inside him, as it had simmered all summer. However, Matt couldnt lie to himself, he liked having the art room almost all to himself. He thought about all the other students that would be coming in, messing with his clay and supplies. The thought made him shudder. He took off his gloves, set the last vase on the table, and headed outside, almost completely covered in dirt and clay. It was in his dreads, all on his clothes, and on the apron he had on. He realized he left a change of clothes at home, so he headed out the door, apron and all.