Dream (Not Accepting)

Sibba ~

"What is something you have always longed to achieve." Great, now I had to go inside my head and find something I never really thought about. "Hmm.. Well truth be told I don't know" I put the most vague smile on my face.

Adora

Released from class, I'm left to wonder what to do. Blaze trudges on ahead of me as if he knows where he's going so I decide to nonchallantly trail him, seeing as he is my only...association at this point and time. He glances back at me and I pause, pretending to be interested in an almost blank poster about the subconscious hanging to my left. My cheeks slightly redden but I keep a straight expression, acting as if trouble wasn't possible for me to find. Too bad he knows me...

Roberta Hemlin- Strength Teacher

"Is there anything you ever wanted? Anything at all?" Roberta spoke in a calm voice, trying to prompt Sibba into answering. "Tough class." she thought looking at the two obviuosly bored students.

Blaze-
I laugh at Adora's attempt to look innocent.
"So what are we supposed to do?" I say, my voice echoing down the hallway like voices tend to do in places one is supposed to be quiet in.

Adora

I look at him, caught like a deer in headlights, and sigh, pivoting on one hip. Shrugging, I decide to catch up with him.
"Blake said it was a break. I don't have a clue when it comes to where we're supposed to be." I say.

Blaze-
"Wonder if they have any vending machines around here," I say, putting my hands in the pocket of my hoodie. I pull out a crumpled, burn-scarred piece of paper. Unfolding it, I see the notes to Requiem for a Dream, the song Ember was always begging Spark to play. My throat clogs, my face flushes, and I quickly bury the paper back into the pocket of my hoodie.
"Spray paint," I say, walking as fast as I can away from Adora, "this place could really use some spray paint on the lockers."

Adora

I watch his reaction to the paper he had before he walks off again. For some reason feeling oblidged to stay close to him, I hurry to catch up and flash a smile.
"Yeah, too bad we don't have any."

*What dollar?*
Blaze-
For some stupid reason, Adora decides to follow me. I try not to think about how Ember used to follow me the exact same way, with quiet footsteps, just behind me.
"Yeah, too bad we don't have any," she says, smiling. I give her a glare back and speed up, just wanting to be alone.

Sibba ~

I thought for a moment, but as always my head was blank. I shook my head feeling a little stupid. I looked down at my hands that were on the table. My right hand going to my pocket and taking out my coin and I made it walk through my fingers like magic. Then a bell rang "Well okay kids, it's brake time but same classroom after" The teacher said waving her left hand at the door.

*edited it, sorry*
Adora

Blaze speeds up and I get the feeling he doesn't want me around. I slow to a stop and lean against one of the walls, sliding to the floor.
"Whatever, a*shole." I mutter.

Blaze-
I stop and turn around.
"What did you call me?" I ask. For some reason she just kept on worming her way under my skin, pushing my buttons.

*:o I have missed a lot!*

Kyra

As the students exit the class, I walk next door to meet some of the other teachers. In classroom 3, there is a man named Kent Dean, the energy teacher. He seems very nice and like a good teacher.

I walk down the hall in the other direction. I enter the room and see a young woman with red hair.

"I guess you're the fire teacher." I say.

She jumps, "Yeah, what are you? Water?"

"Yup" I say, feeling my blue streaked hair.

Fear

The young man is back, Noah, I think. He dosen't talk, he just walks towards me.
"What do you want!" I keep repeating.

I jump, I am not with him. I was asleep in my chair.

Adora

Blaze turns around, apparently having heard what I'd said.
"I called you an a*shole." I repeat with a smile. "First you ignore and shove a girl out of the way at the sign in table. Now you're basically telling me to get lost. You ever think that you're gonna need friends here?"

Blaze-
"Friends? What are we, five?" I ask, my voice rising, "You think friends actually care about each other? You think people care about each other? No one cares about anyone but themselves, I just don't pretend I care like everyone else does," I'm yelling now but I don't care.