Welcome to Highschool.

"Names?" Grace asked the two that had just walked in. The sour lady was still on her unearned break.

Senet
"Senet Durand," I answered. This girl seemed nice enough.

((His last name is pronounced "doo-rahn."))

"Ginger. Ginger Jackson." Ginger intruduced herself to the lady, a smile on her face. "Nice to meet you," She said to the boy.

Senet
"Nice to meet you too," I said to Ginger with a smile. I was never really good with smalltalk, though, so I left it at that.

(Grace is in high school, too)

"Jackson," Grace said, flipping through files. She handed the girl a stack of papers like she'd given T. Mor -- schedule, map, all that good stuff. "Have a nice day."

Next, she found Durand.
"Hmm, that's an interesting last name. You wouldn't happen to be French, would you?" Grace laughed at her own joke, but then cleared her throat. He was kind of cute, but cute guys never really seemed to notice her. Ah, well. She opened his packet. "Exchange student, so you have a special schedule. Instead of second language, you have a time to meet with the counselor so she can answer your questions."

(GAH sorry guys! I'm multi-tasking)

"Thank you," Ginger smiled to the girl and took the papers. "French? That is so cool!" She exclaimed to Senet. She was taking french right now...Actually she failed her class last year and had no idea what she was doing half the time. Maybe he could help her? She could ask him later. "Need help finding your first class?" She asked him nicely, being polite like her parents raised her to be.

(Can I still join?)

(jelsa: sure )

Grace's smile faded as the other girl seemed to be taking his attention. She sighed to herself and went to get her stack of papers, beginning to file them away. No one noticed the invisible girl.

(aww! Im sorry grace! I know how you feel...:'( )

Senet
"Zank you," I said to Ginger before turning to the other girl. "And zank you, euh...I'm sohrry, I don't zeenk I got youhr name?" I gave her a polite smile.

Meanwhile in history class...

T.Mor sat, listening to the lecture interestedly. He didn't understand what was written on the board, or why everyone was writing, but he sat and listened none the less.

Grace looked up, surprised he was actually acknowledging her.
"It's Grace." She returned his smile.

(lol visi, i should make you another charrie like I said. shoot. lemme do that.)

Name: Tyson Munroe
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Grade: Senior
Appearance: Blonde hair, green eyes. Almost 6 feet tall.
Personality: Extroverted, enjoys getting to know people, but also rebellious against his parents, who are very hard on him and restrictive.
Bio: It's a little on the long side. He used to live in Kentucky and moved to Florida with his parents after his sister's suicide. I'm writing his story right now after he moves, so I don't know everything that happens yet.
Other: In the story he's in, he will commit suicide.

Name: Kimberly Owens
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Grade: Junior
Appearance: I don't know yet, but I'm going to say blond hair and brown eyes for now.
Personality: I haven't decided yet, but she's probably one of those girls who sleeps around.
Bio: I don't know yet. I haven't written her into anything.
Other: She is the sister of Timm Owens, who is a famous guitarist in a band called Down 15th Street.

(What's everyone doing?)

(All sorts of things xD I suggest putting yours in History so T. Mor has someone to talk to)

(I'll put Kimm there. I'll wait on Tyson for now )

Kimm: I glanced to my right to see a guy (T.Mor.) I'd dropped my pencil near his desk, so I tapped his arm. "Excuse me? Could you help me pick up my pencil?"

Senet
"Zen nice to meet you, Ghrace," I replied with a friendly smile. Then I turned to Ginger. "So, euh, about ze classes...?"

"Sure..."T.Mor leant over under his desk so that he could reach it. The object itself confused him. It was...What? A stick with black in the middle? "Here..." He handed it to her.

Kimm: I smiled at him. "Thanks," I said. The teacher was still lecturing, so I continued talking to him. "What's your name?"

"Yeah? I can help you find some," Ginger offered. She shifted the weight of her bag and smiled sweetly to him.

(I thought Ginger was new? my bad)

"You have a map, by the way. Senet," Grace said, then said his name carefully. She hoped she didn't screw up the pronunciation. "But I mean, of course Ginger would be more helpful than a piece of paper."

Senet
"Well, zank you vehry much fohr youhr 'elp," I said to Grace with a smile. Then, to Ginger, also with a smile, "I'd appreciate eet. So, euh, should we go now?"

Ginger took his schedule from him and looked at his home room number. "We head to your homeroom. It's right across the hall from mine so it won't be hard to find." she told him before leading him out put of the office

Senet
"Alhright," I said, following her. To avoid an awkward silence while we walked, I asked, "So what's ze school like? I mean, I leahrned about eet of couhrse, but not fhrom a student."