a real reason (open)

[ANDRIEAS]

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[kai]

With his big and bulky headphones on, Kai held the tray in his hands and surveyed the room, trying to find a good place to sit. His eyes didn't catch anywhere in particular that intrigued him to sit. He wasn't in a social mood today, and most of the tables had plenty of kids who would want to talk seated at them. None of the tables seemed fit for Kai's attitude today, so he walked around the perimeter of the cafeteria. Eyes roaming, his feet moved in rhythm to the song playing through his headphones. The tray was starting to get his hands sweaty, and his search became a little more forced and his standards lowered with the search. He no longer was searching for an empty table but a table that had few kids at it. There were band aids wrapped on each of his thumbs, making having a firm grip on the tray more difficult.

Finally, and with a sigh of much wanted relief, Kai spotted a table with only one student at it. The student seemed more absorbed in playing with the items on his tray than talking to anyone, so it was a perfect place for Kai to sit down and enjoy his food. He glided across the floor, body moving up and down with each stride. Kai finally reached the table with the brown haired boy, and he took a seat. Looking across the table, more to his right, Kai stared at the student for a split second. He seemed like a big guy, probably a bully of some sort. Maybe this wasn't such a good choice in Kai's opinion if this kid turned out to like to pick on kids like Kai. His fingers laced around the heads of his headphones, taking them off his ears and placing them on his shoulders. Kai's last thought was to be a mean kid.

Not intentionally trying to make conversation, Kai piped up, "Mind if I sit here?" He looked directly at the student, absorbing as much about his appearance as possible. Appearances could be misleading, but that was the thought on the back of Kai's mind at this moment. "I'm Kai. C Class." He looked down at his tray, picking up an apple and leaning back in his chair a little. Kai was only trying to get comfortable in this situation and not trying to be rude at all. He noticed the student was ignoring his granola bar and Kai glanced back down at his tray. Lucky! He thought to himself, wondering how the boy had gotten here so fast that he had been able to snatch a granola bar. Unintentionally staring at the granola bar, Kai waited for the boy's answer.

[amary]

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[STYLE=width: 310px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; font-size: 10px; border-top: 1px dotted #df304d;]Amary was at a complete loss! It was her first day eating in the cafeteria and she didn't understand where she was supposed to be! She felt eyes lock onto her while she moved pass. Was she wearing something wrong? Was she in the wrong place? She looked down at her black shorts, white tube top and black sleeved button up top with a look of concern. Was she wearing the wrong thing? With her tray of food in her hands, it's not like she could move to make her outfit more acceptable to the crowd that watched her, some with food hanging on their forks somewhere between their mouth and their plates and others who stopped mid sentence to look her way. 'What am I doing wrong!?' She really wanted to ask but with all those stares, she couldn't help but quietly panic on the inside. Regardless, she continued shakily forward, looking for someone who wasn't staring at her to sit with. Her blue eyes with their strange flower shaped pupils landed on a lone figure staring off but not at her. This caused Amary to smile brightly. He wasn't looking at her like some of the others were, maybe he was someone she could sit with? She was about to step towards the table when she caught another heading for it. She hung back, wondering if there was a plot to catch her with her tray in her hands so they could all stare at her uncomfortably. Was that what they did to new students? She really hoped not! Amary wished Leoj were here, he would be able to find a seat no problem. Part of her wanted to go hunt for him but her stomach growling told her that was not a valid option. It was this table or starvation, and so she made her decision. She hung back a few seconds before building up the courage to approach the table. She felt her cheeks heat up like they did when she got her first kiss on her cheek as she stood before them. She looked at one and then the other before asking, probably a bit louder than she should have, "Can I sit with you guys?" Amary stood there looking from one boys face to the other, wondering if she was gonna get shot down. And even now she could still feel the stares of those around them. She hoped they would let her sit here! [/style]

[ANDRIEAS]

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[amary]

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[STYLE=width: 310px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; font-size: 10px; border-top: 1px dotted #df304d;]With a sense of relief, Amary sat down at the table, setting her tray down gently on it's surface. She smiled brightly as one of the guys, Andre, introduced himself to her and the other guy, who hadn't given her his name, though she guessed he had just told it to Andre. For a few seconds she just sat there with the smile on her face, eating a curly fry here and there, until she realized that she should also introduce herself. She wasn't really getting the conversational hints yet. When she realized that she had missed the moment she was supposed to introduce herself she dropped the curly fry she had in her hands and gave a surprised "Oh!" before standing up and giving a small bow to Andre and the unnamed guy with a small smile on her face and her eyes closed. "My name is Amary and I am from class B." After a second of being in the bow, she hears a whistle come from behind her followed by a couple of laughs. Confused by this reaction, Amary straightens and looks behind her with a clueless look. When the only response is another series of laughs, Amary sits down with the confused and puzzled look still on her face. For a second she just sat looking at her rejected curly fry. Wondering,once again, if she was dressed weird or something. She glanced at Andre before deciding to ask in a voice almost sounding like a plea for help, which it kind of was. "Andre, am I dressed funny? Everyone keeps looking at me or talking in bird tongue. And they aren't saying nice things in bird tongue either." She looked almost on the verge of tears as she asked and explained herself. Amary momentarily forgot that she even had food in front of her. When she did recall it was there she took a small curly fry and placed it in her mouth, looking down at her tray feeling completely rejected by her new school. She figured whatever answer Andre gave her, it would be bad and that he also would laugh and say things that didn't make sense in bird tongue. She really hoped he wouldn't though... [/style]

[ANDRIEAS]

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