-Poe-

I wake up long before I need to, not that I was even able to sleep much.  I spent most of the night staring at the ceiling, wondering and worrying about what this new school will be like.  The sky is barely light, but I get dressed and grab my things anyway.  I'd rather go ahead and leave now than sit around waiting.

My family isn't usually up this early, so I'll be able to get going without their sentimental goodbyes.  But this morning my dad is sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee.  He smiles when he sees me. "You weren't thinking about leaving this early?" he asks.  I shrug.  I don't know how to tell him that I can't wait to get our of here. "Aw, it's okay kiddo."  He reaches out to hug me and I stiffen, but then lean into his embrace. "Go do your thing, alright?" he tells me. "We're proud of you."

My breath forms clouds in the cold air as I walk to the bus stop.  I don't have to wait long until a large bus pulls up to the curb, with the school's name printed on the side. "School for Extraordinary Children, huh," I mutter to myself.

The bus is already almost full, so I take the nearest seat.  The moment I sit down a cawing noise pierces the air and my eardrums.  I turn sharply to the seat next to me, where a girl with fluffy auburn hair and a black jacket sits.  On her shoulder is, shockingly, a crow.  Both are glaring at me. "Uh, hi?" I stammer. "I, uh... your bird is cool." I really don't want to make an enemy before I'm even at the school.

Little late to start but whatever.

!Charlie Lauren!

I am kind of excited, but at the same time it means I will have to make new friends. Which it already took forever to make my other friends. I see lots of people and i just stand around waiting for anything to happen.

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@Tabia Ademola@

I walk into the building with Kaluwa and i look around. I spot a nice place to sit down so I lead them over to it. We sit down and look at a map we had been given to find our room/rooms. I quickly notice we are in the same room. Good. I stared into the map for a few seconds memorizing it.

Kaluwa watched me for a bit until they realized I was doing something, so they pulled out a book and started reading.

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#Kaluwa#

I read my book until Tabia was done and led me to our room. We set up and I made sure i had a small spot with tons of pillows.

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Sorry it's short.

Kieran

The morning is chilly and misty, and the large building looms up in front of Kieran. He stands silently, half hidden behind a tree, watching the other early OAS arrivals. Some look excited, and smile at the prospect of another school year. Kieran's lips curl with disdain. He's been to so many schools, just like this. Schools where the content is useless, the teachers are awful, and the disciplinary system is built for Kieran. 

His hand drifts down to the paintbrush in his pocket, while his eyes stay locked on the old, large, wooden doors. His fingers itch follow the grain of the wood with the brush, gently stroking the large piece of wood.

This new school is a blank slate. A fresh canvas.  

So you said anyone can join at any time. Is that still open?

Also, my charrie bends the rules a bit, so I totally understand if you'd rather I didn't join. Basically, fei is 10 and showed up at the door one day, and since the teachers couldn't exactly turn fire away, fei is living here to avoid fire parents and being homeless. Again, though, I understand if that's not okay. I can probably make another charrie and save that one for something else if necessary :D

Thank you! This seems cool :P

-Ben-

By the end of the car ride, I have stickers all over my face. Why? Because there were stickers in the back of my dad's car, and I was bored. 

My dad bids me goodbye and leaves me at the school. I stare up at the building, which, by the way, is huge. It's made of bricks and has a long grassy lawn and what looks to me like a huge auditorium. 

I wonder if this school does plays. My old school did. I did the school musical that first year mostly as something to do, just a pass time. Andy was doing it anyway, and so were a few more of my friends, and that's just where I ended up. But then I had to sing.

Singing, if you must know, in front of your entire school, is not easy. I wince a little at the memory, even though my solo went pretty good. Even Lisa said so, and Lisa thinks I'm ridiculous. But then, who doesn't? 

"Ben?" 

Allister

A stuffed bag layes on the floor, in a room where band posters line the walls and clothes are strewn about. A boy trips out of the closet, stuffing more clothes in to the bag. A yell comes from the hall way. The boy peers out into it. Down the long hall is a girl, her black hair hangs over one eye, a book in one hand. "Allister, it's almost time to go, you"ll be late". Allister nods, grinning. Zipping up the bag, he starts down the stairs. Then he turns "tell Dad I love him!" Allister sprints out the door, pulling on his head phones. Running down the side walk, he catches the bus just in time. Inside the auto mobile, you whips his head around. He spots a mass of fluffy red hair..

Amira Callum-

After not socializing since I got to this honestly bizarre school, I decide to take a walk. Truthfully, I don't like it here. It's just like all the boring private schools my parents put me at. I walk around the campus aimlessly, waiting for somethhing interesting to happen. Nothing. I settle for sitting on a bench, and sit down with my phone. The service here sucks, but it's enough to try and text a friend, if I had any. I don't have any. My only friends are people who I truthfully don't like. They befriend me for status.

Austin-

I despise schools. They teach kids all the wrong things. When are you gonna use calculus or trigonometry in real life? Never. So why learn it? And if you don't want to learn it, why go to school?

At least I got to leave home. My expulsions got to the point where my mom would rarely talk to me, and I couldn't go anywhere with her. I was a disappointment. Of course, it was well-deserved, but it hurt. I missed her. Her brown eyes and blond hair, the way she always smelled like pie when she got home from work. She was the best.

Her boyfriend, Todd, shoved me off. And now I'm here. At least it's a nice school- large and made of red-toned bricks and marble. There's a lot of rooms, too. And dorms. My favorite part, though, is a small courtyard, with a cement fountain in the middle. It's not the nicest part of the school, some of the grass is dying and the fountain has chipped, but it makes it cool. It's pretty.

I'm not going to class. Not today, at least. I'm ditching for the courtyard. I walk there quickly, knowing a teacher might catch me at any minute. But that doesn't happen, and I'm there in less than a minute.

I'm about to sit on my usual bench, but there's a girl sitting there. She's pretty, with dark brown hair and a bright pink outfit. She has a nice-looking phone, a 798, perhaps. And she looks sad. But either way, that's still MY bench.

"You're in my spot," I say. Dry and slightly threatening. Perfect.