Biology Class

Two long ponytails were tied at the base of her neck, reaching down to midback. With white rubber bands they were tied and a round cap was placed on her head. She scratched the back of her head with the end of her pencil, then switched to spinning her pen.

Shee stabbed her pen point into his eraser. She knew there would be dissection in this class. Just not, like on the third day she was at SA. And why was Biology in her schedule?

Kiiroi sighed, in his habitual incognito outfit, his pants underneath the long skirt he was wearing, matched by a long shirt that was comfy. Disguising as a girl wasn't too hard. But trying to go incognito in a class that basically bores him...well it was hard.

The bell rang, and as the teacher began to drone, he was interupted by a girl with long purple hair, and butterfly wings, stumbling into the door. Literally, into the door, as in she ran into the thing. She uttered an oof, as her books showered to the floor. She blushed slightly as she bent to pick them up, not particularily embarrassed, but embarrassed enough. She smiled apologetically at the teacher. "I'm sorry I'm late...I completely forgot about class." she said, her voice sounding like butterflies speaking.

The teacher grunted and pointed to a seat for her to take. She was relieved that it was a stool, and sat on it, glad to have something to sit on that didn't disturb her wings. As usual, her back was bare, aside from the suede laces that held her shirt on her. Instead of suede pants, she word a pair of rather over-sized, paint covered jeans, held on her hips by a belt. She gave the teacher her utter attention as he began to drone again, whipping out a pen and paper, and writing furiously to keep up with him. Everything that the teacher said she would keep in the book for future referance.

Judas sat quietly in the back, not paying any mind to any of the students or the teacher around, his pen slowly spinning and floating around his head as he leaned back in his chair.
Surrounded by ingrates, fools, and imbeciles. What a day!

Klay, not listening at all to the teacher, was seated at the far left of the class, where not many people sat. Then again, she was not usual. No one here was. Everyone had something... strange... Like herself. And the other thosand kids here. She sighed and looked up at the ceiling, her bandana still on, thoguh her wings were folded in under her shirt. She listened with one ear to the teacher, not minding disection. She had killed many things before, and cutting them open was not a problem to her.
Sighing, Klay leaned forward and waited for someone to ask or not ask to be her partner. She didn't really care. She didn't need a partner.

Ember was resting her head on a small pile of books, slowly drifting off until she heard something. Disection. She knew that being in Biology ment disecting, but the only reason she chose Biology was because out of all the scientific classes she had to choose, she disliked Biology the least. Ember had never cut into an animal before, dead or alive, though she always wanted to know what it was like. She wasn't squeemish but the idea of cut into a frog or something slightly grossed her out.

She looked around the classes, droning out the sound of teacher rambling on about something and looked at the students. Like herself, almost all of the weren't listening and busy doing something else but paying attention. The girl shrugged and leaned back in her chair and began sketiching charicatures of random people inside one of her notebooks.

The teacher nodded and started to tell everyone again that they need to pick partners. And now was the time. There was a scuttle of chairs as some girls gathered round a table. Klay's eye flicked to the one with a pen floating around his head. Then they turned to a girl drawing some people, then to a girl who resembled very much a bug, moving to a boy who had obviously met the Bug. The flickered back to the teacher.
Klay waited.

Partners, something Ember had always despised in school. Each time there was always a fuss about who partners up with who. She always prefered the teacher to choose partners, but that was not happening in this case. Ember stayed quiet adn continued drawing. She didn't know anyone, and the majority was already moving about, jumping across the room for thier partner. She noticed someone else wait, but she didn nothing.
She had decided, as usual, to wait until things died downa bit so it was easier to find someone available.

'Great. Partners. Could he pull it off? Pull of the act of a hyper girl finding a partner? Could he or could he not? There was only one way to find out...

He had never learned about dissection, being self-schooled all his life. He knew a great deal about anatomy and wasn't bothered by being "up close and personal" since he had tried it before. On himself.

Shoving that thought aside, the (apparent) girl stood up and glanced around frantically, trying finding someone unoccupied. The girl was drawing. Without warning, she slid into a seat with a flair, her long ponytails flying after her. She chanced a wink.

Inside, though, he sighed. So far, he almost got his act together, but keeping it up would be hard. It was one class however. But it kinda of taught him never to disguise as a girl in a classroom. Ever. Again.