Lance was sitting in the back of the room with his pencil and notebook just sitting in front of him. The teacher had been writing notes the whole hour and he hadn't even looked in the at the board. 'Ya know, all the pain would just go away if I just made her burst into flame' he thought to himself. He giggled outloud and put his head in his hand. He looked around at the students siting near him and saw them writing away. "That's probably why I have the F and they have the A's..." he just leaned back in his chair and waited for the bell.
Mathematics Class!
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As the bell rang like a siren to Raphael's ears, the now healing teenager had taken everything the teacher said in and put it into his USB drive. Raphael looked up towards Lance and he heard the clicking of his shoes after the bell.
"Hola! Como...hi. How is you?" Raphael said, unsure of his English. The math had been the only language he could speak fluently right now. "W-would you know where...the..." Raphael paused, unable to know what dorm was in English. "rooms are?" Everyone else had left in a lightning strike attack.
"Hola! Como...hi. How is you?" Raphael said, unsure of his English. The math had been the only language he could speak fluently right now. "W-would you know where...the..." Raphael paused, unable to know what dorm was in English. "rooms are?" Everyone else had left in a lightning strike attack.
Lance laughed a little. "Me llamo Lance McFira. Como te llamas?" he said with a small smile on his face. He held his hand out to shake the guys hand, he didnt want to freak him out. "Soy bien."
*I only know a little bit of spanish. I was just giving them something in common. I can't get carried away with it, lol*
*I only know a little bit of spanish. I was just giving them something in common. I can't get carried away with it, lol*
"You...know the foreign tongue?" The sixteen year old smiled at this. It had been quite some time before this had happened. "I am...as you say...good." Raphael shook Lances hand. "Me llama Raphael D"Carteno.
"¿Necesita usted ayuda en matemáticas? I...could not help...see you...frustrated." (Do you need help in math?) His hands shook, never had he had an encounter like this. His black and blue upon his face was like a dark spot upon the shining sky.
"¿Necesita usted ayuda en matemáticas? I...could not help...see you...frustrated." (Do you need help in math?) His hands shook, never had he had an encounter like this. His black and blue upon his face was like a dark spot upon the shining sky.
Encantado Raphael. No, I just procrastinate with the notes and then make an F. I make it up with bonus though." He saw all of the students leaving because the bell had rung. "C'mon, we have about 15 minutes until our next class." He picked up his things and headed towards Raphael. Walking up to Rapheal he said, "can I call you Raph? Raphael just doesn't roll of my tongue so well?" he said with a huge grin on his face. He felt stupid, but atleast he was being honest.
He shrugged after registering what Lance was saying, "Whatever...floats my boat?" Raphael said, not really caring what he called him. He was so eager...a friend! A true friend, it was something almost revolutionary to the young Ecuadorian. "What do we have next? It is English...correct?"
What would come in the future? Wow! "Uh..." Raphael could only desire to keep the conversation going as he grabbed his books. "What dorm...do you have?"
What would come in the future? Wow! "Uh..." Raphael could only desire to keep the conversation going as he grabbed his books. "What dorm...do you have?"
"Whatever floats, YOUR, boat. I mean, whatever floats, my boat, accept you say your boat. But your meaning mine... forget it. Yeah, English is next." Lance just shook his head. He couldn't even form his sentences. He was so tired from Math, he hated lectures.
"Oh yea, room 108. There's me, Renke, and Everto." he said counting them off in his head. "Why? Do you have a room yet?" he said in awe. He was kinda confused how you could be going to school here and not have a room. then again, he might not like his roommates.
"Oh yea, room 108. There's me, Renke, and Everto." he said counting them off in his head. "Why? Do you have a room yet?" he said in awe. He was kinda confused how you could be going to school here and not have a room. then again, he might not like his roommates.
"Oh! Whatever floats your boat! Thanks...it is often that I mis...communicate with others." Raphael said, his hand behind his head embarrassed some.
"Oh yea, room 108." His eyes opened, his smile opening wider.
"I have room 109." Raphael said, trotting along the hallways, full of glee and happiness. :w00t: "So...Lance, what brings you to this place?" He said, full of wonder as what his friend would say.
"Oh yea, room 108." His eyes opened, his smile opening wider.
"I have room 109." Raphael said, trotting along the hallways, full of glee and happiness. :w00t: "So...Lance, what brings you to this place?" He said, full of wonder as what his friend would say.
Lance got a real gloomy look on his face and looked down at the floor. "Well, my home life wasn't that great. And my mom didnt want me to suffer, so she sent me here where there would be others... like me." He felt awkward about the whole bit, but the truth hurts. That's what he always told himself. He knew that life isn't always, well, is never a fairy tale and you have to suck it up and go with the flow. "Well, enough about me, let's talk about you. Why are you here? What's with the foreign language?" he started walking out the room, he was going to get something to eat out of the vending machine. He assumed he'd follow right after, since he had just asked a question.
Raphael sighed, "I...like you, but I was sent here by police. They sent me here so that I would be safe and..not hurt anyone. Though...I have never hurt another, or not I knew of." His worry began to infest upon him I just hope he doesn't abandon me because of this. "I have this...accent as you Americans call it...because I am from a place called Ecuador."
The sixteen-year-old looked down towards the floor, missing his homeland, but then again, he also was very proud, very happy that he was here.
The sixteen-year-old looked down towards the floor, missing his homeland, but then again, he also was very proud, very happy that he was here.
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