"Must be it," Crane glowered at Jason, obviously somewhat displeased at his name already being forgotten, "It's Jonathan."
As Matt bumped into Jason, Jono smirked at him, glancing at his clay encrusted clothing and hair, "Looking good Matt, I see your social life has been raging as per usual."
As matt headed off to the office, Johnathan, who he hadnt even seen till then, shot a comment at him.
"Looking good Matt, I see your social life has been raging as per usual."
Matt hit him back with all he could think of at the time, "ya, well, straw never was my color crane!"
"Oh wow, nice backbone, wasn't sure there was one there with all the arts teachers walking on you," Crane muttered, turning around to look at him as he continued to walk away before sarcastically continuing, "but seriously, I'm shocked and hurt."
Returning his focus to Jason, Jono sighed, "Good kid, kinda like that one, least compared to the rest of the dropkicks here."
Watching Jason smirk, Jonathan recomposed himself, "Maybe I was wrong about you, you seem more like the classes high and mighty @sshole now that I think about it, it would explain why none of the other kids bother trying to talk to you, guess this what I get trying to be social for a change."
Matt walked out of the office with his class schedule, and two slips for detention from Principal Gordon. He couldnt figure out why the old guy was so hard on him, tardiness was his only real problem. Time just kinda gets away from him sometimes. He checked over his schedule and cringed. Right after lunch was Chemistry. He hated Chemistry. And he was ALWAYS late to the class after lunch.
Then it hit him. They were back. They ALL were back. Everyone that goes to the school. He always avoided the other students, none of them paid him a lot of attention anymore. Not after the incident in Jr. High...
"What Jay and Waylon? So you're the kinda' guy who builds their understanding of people off who they hang with?" Jonathan sighed, somewhat annoyed as he pivoted around to walk slowly backwards infront of Jason, as he explained, "I hardly talked to Jay and he's a guy you just have to appease or else he follows you all day cracking wise, and me and Waylon had business, but you might like him too if you get to know the fellow. A lot of the people here are terrible, but you'd be surprised who turns out to be the good guys in this hell hole."
Matt sat in his last class of the day, staring at the clock. He didnt like english. I've spoken english my whole life! Why do i need a CLASS for it?? he kept wondering to himself. At least the view isnt bad. He thought, staring at the girls that sat in front of him. The girls never talked to him, though. They were both back of the class types of people, but two different worlds. The girls sat back there so the teacher wouldnt catch them texting each other on their phones, probably about that Wayne kid.
He sat in the back to avoid all those people.
The class was going slower than ever! He looked at the clock again, 3 minutes to ending. He needed to get clothes, the med and clay on his were all dry and it was flaking everywhere.
"Psst!" matt was still looking at the clock, not oaying attention to anyone.
"PSSST!" Matt looke over, some blande chick was looking at him. Hsi heart lept into his chest.
"What mud pit did you crawl out of, freak?" The girl shot at him and then went to gigling with the other mindless drones around her. Right then the bell rang.
@Trollface: Waylon walks into school and sees Bane standing over by the vending machines, "Sup Bane, yo lemme borrow some money for a soda and some...nevamind."
Waylon spots something of interest out of the corner of his eye, "Nice" he walks over to the waterfountain and joins Edward Nigma and Oswald Cobbelpot, "Hey, fellas. How about I get a lil money for some snacks?"
Nigma shakingly answers, "I-I-I don't have anyyyy!" But before he can finish Waylon moving faster than a guy his size should be able to grabs Ed by the ankle and Oswald by the underwear and lifts. Oswald empties his pockets and is let go runnig down the hall with his underwear over his head. Waylon then shakes the cash out of Ed, "Thanks for the contribution buddy," He then walks back to the machines by Bane laughing, "To easy."
Matt couldn't believe it! He was late again! He was sitting, sketching designs for his new sculpture he wanted to work on after school, and he didnt even hear the bell. He tore down the halls, trying to get to his chemistry class. He jumped over some kid taking a drag on a cigarette, accidently knocking i out of his hand.
He also streaked past the weird kid with the green hair yelling at people as they went into the bathroom. He came around the corner going as fast as he could, and just as he was coming into class, tripped over his shoelaces and baggy pants, and went crashing through a table of chemicals, sending liquids and glass flying everywhere.
Matt tried to pull himself off of the floor, but his hands were all cut up from the glass. All the greens and blues and reds from the beakers had formed into a dark brown color and covered his clothes evern more fully than the clay that was normally there.
"Mr. Hagen, Please make your way to the nurses office. And try not to get any of those chemicals on the other students!" instructed Dr Fox. As matt was leaving for the nurses office to shower down he could hear Dr. Fox asking the other students if they knew what was in the beakers. No one was answering.
Matt sulked down the hall, the tauntings from the other students ringing in his ears:
"HAHAHA!!! Nice one Captain Graceful!"
"Matty finally took a bath. Maybe a couple chemicals might get the dirt offa him...doubt it tho"
Those two freaks have algae colored hair and a skin condition and they are making fun of ME?! He thought to himself, becoming enraged as he walked. Matt didnt notice but the mud had mixed with the clay he was covered with and was starting to boil into his skin, disappearing slowly.
(Since we are reviving this thread, I edited the opening post and all the characters are up for grabs... Except for mine!)
Character: Richard "Dick" Grayson << Freshman.
Another day in Gotham High and Dick once again ignored the weather. He's been in the school for 3 months managing to hide that the circus is in town... and that most nights he's the opening act. "No need for more teen drama in high school", he thought.
He enters the dry and hollow halls of his school and begins to wonder, "why is it that everybody in this school is so weird?".
The talking puppet frightened Dick. "Oh I'm sorr--y?" After examining it for a second he turned his attention to the boy with the puppet. "Hi. Are you new here? I think I'd remember a guy brining his show and tell prop to school..." He said sarcastically.