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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Jan 26, 2024 8:43:43 GMT -5
The eagerness he felt for the day didn't last long. But then, no emotion could stand against the boringness of math, especially first thing in the morning. Mr. May tried to make it fun, but while he did earn a few laughs throughout the forty-five minute period, he was fighting a losing battle.
Trey found he was almost disappointed that he didn't share math with Austin. His roommate definitely would have livened things up. On the other hand, Trey doubted he would learn much with Austin in the same room.
After math class was English, which was a big improvement, at least in Trey's opinion. He liked words and reading, and it all came much more naturally to him than numbers and equations, so having English lessons after math lessons would be a nice mental break as the year progressed.
As it stood now, these day one classes were all proving to be simple and easy, with no real work. Mostly, the teachers seemed to be trying to get a feel for their students and their learning styles, each in their own way.
In math, they took turns picking a number between one and one hundred and answering a random math question Mr. May had on corresponding flash cards. At first it was boring and no one put much effort into it; then Mr. May started tossing out candies and chocolates to anyone who got their question right, and suddenly it was a lot more interesting.
Trey liked Mrs. Peach's approach better: after fifteen minutes of simple introductions, she set them to writing a five paragraph essay on their summer. No one else seemed to enjoy the quiet “alone” time, but Trey did.
Third period was science class. Trey ran into Austin as he reached the classroom, and of course, the first thing Austin did was ask the teacher if they could be lab partners. She agreed, of course, and they chose a lab table to share.
Science proceeded like his other classes. Ms. Kristiano (she told everyone they could just call her Ms. Kriss) had everyone introduce themselves, and then she started a game called categories. She pulled a category from a hat — things like colors, planets, bird species, etc. — and everyone had to name a subject from that category (i.e., blue, Jupiter, robin). The faster they went, the more fun it was. When someone took longer than five seconds, or repeated a previous answer, the round ended and Ms. Kriss pulled a different category card. Trey was surprised to find he was good at the game, and enjoyed it more than he thought he would.
The final class before lunch was Social Studies. This classroom was set up entirely differently than their other classes. There were no desks, no lab tables; there were only chairs, arranged in a large circle around the center of the room. Even the teacher didn't have a desk, just a swivel chair in the middle of the circle. A large bookcase took up one wall; a corkboard the other. The thick curtains were open, letting sunlight pour through the windows. A couple of them were even open.
Introductions for that class happened via "studying." Each student had to "study" the one to their left and guess their name and three things they thought might be fact about the person. The "subject" would then confirm or deny the claims before taking their turn to study the next student. Trey mostly enjoyed it — some of the students thought up the most outlandish guesses about the person next to them. The only part he didn't like was that he was the one chosen to study the teacher, Mr. Lance — that was downright nerve-wracking.
Lunch was a loud, boisterous affair. The cafeteria was enormous, and it seemed to be divided pretty evenly between the four years: the First Years had the tables closest to the kitchens; the Third and Fourth Years were occupying much of the center tables; and the Second Years had the courtyard to themselves. The reason why was apparent to anyone who bothered to look out the many large windows.
There were dozens of young wyverns out there, staying close to their bonded partners. At only one year of age, the young wyverns were small enough to invade an outdoor space like the courtyard, but too big to be indoors. Well, each individual would fit no problem, but there were almost a hundred yearlings out there; trying to fit all of them within the school hallways and classrooms was just not logical. Plus, at their age, the young wyverns were more interested in flying, breathing fire, and testing out their magic than staying cooped up indoors. But their bonds with their humans were still new enough that any time spent together was beneficial. Which was why the Second Years had free reign in the courtyard. By Third Year, their bond would be strong enough that eight uninterrupted hours apart wouldn't be so much of a hassle.
All of the First Years were so excited about seeing the yearlings that many went and stood around the patio doors, choosing to watch and admire the young wyverns rather than eat lunch. Or, in many cases, they just ate standing up and gawked between mouthfuls of food.
Trey sat at a table with Austin, and had little interest in watching the wyverns. He had seen countless wyverns of all ages over the years. Now, the only one he was interested in seeing was his own — and very soon, he would. The thought made it hard to eat, but he tried anyway. He was going to need as much energy as he could get for the afternoon.
( Gave a little info everywhere since all four of our kiddos would have had similar experiences, since they share the same teachers, if not the same class times. 😉 )
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jan 26, 2024 15:55:54 GMT -5
(Mr. May: Teacher of the Year! Give that man a raise! XD)
The first day went about as well for Austin as he imagined it would. Despite his rambunctious nature, he did his best to stay focus in class. The only time he tried to help liven things up was whenever he was called upon to answer or read anything. He knew better than to be too much of an interruption. And since this wasn't a normal school he was at, he wasn't about to get into any type of trouble that would screw up his chances at staying. Even if he had a wyvern, he was sure there would be only so much the school would take if he were to be as annoying as he was in his downtime.
The one thing that helped was having his mind be connected to the wyvern inside the egg at his side. Whenever he felt his restless energy getting to be too much to handle, his mind would feel a brush against it, a sensation that he could only explain as a breeze or sweeping through and gaining his attention. After two classes, he had started to search for the connection himself whenever he felt like needing an outburst. While there wasn't much of a conversation between them, the feeling of having this creature be somehow a part of his mind and separate was enough to hold his focus. To channel that surplus of energy into figuring out how exactly the bond worked and what all it could convey. Yes, it also meant he was caught not paying attention to the class on occasion, but he doubted he would get into too much trouble on the first day.
By the time lunch rolled around, Austin was more than ready to be walking and going anyway. The part of school he hated the most was the amount of time they had to sit still. He just wasn't the type to do that. He needed to be up, needed to be active. So even if he was sticking with Trey as they walked to the lunchroom, his pace was clearly quicker, causing him to walk back to his roommate to rejoin him a lot. He didn't mind. He wanted to move.
"Everything is so different today," Austin commented as they sat at their table. He watched out the window, or at least from the portions he could see over the other onlookers standing around, as now and then a younger wyvern would fly by. There were so many of them! Of course, he knew there would be, but seeing them in person made that number seem much bigger. And this wasn't even all the wyverns in the school!
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jan 30, 2024 19:51:30 GMT -5
Elizabeth noticed the pause, but didn't comment on it. Yeah, they have hung out a bit growing up, but they weren't the closest. So she wasn't thrown off by the hesitation. She also noticed the grin Austin had returning to his face.
"Friends, huh?" He asked, casting Trey a look that teasingly asked, "Just friends?" "And here you had me believing I was going to be the only friend you had." He was joking. "Nice to meet you, Liz."
"Elizabeth will be just fine," she corrected. She had no problem with Trey calling her Liz, but she barely knew Austin and the feeling of being called by her nickname felt a little weird.
"How about Lizzy?" Austin asked.
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