OK, I'll actually post something now.  French the llama, I have no idea what to write about...

Gemma~

After the gravity turns back on, I calmly walk to my chemistry class. I probably could have broken into the classroom earlier and gotten the answers to this test, but Gramma Freida would be so disappointed in me if she found out.  That sweet woman was the only reason I still tried. She's lucky I love her.  I just hope she's doing okay.  We don't get much contact with our families from up here.  It's frowned upon in most cases.

I'm in and out of the class in no time flat.  When I get into geography, I just zone out and don't even listen.  Why do I need to?  I'm stuck up here.  I'm not going to be traveling the world any time soon.  I'll just get the notes from someone after class.  A shrill shriek awakens me  "Gemma Donner, please report to the principal's office."

I cuss and wave at the teacher on my way out.  I'm not currently wearing my uniform- I'm wearing a green plaid flannel shirt over a shirt with a Linkin Park album cover on it over jeans.  Hopefully, the principal is as lenient as the teachers are about clothes.  He doesn't have anybody that can wave me in, so I linger in the doorway a second before going in.  The last thing I need is me barging in on an important meeting.

"Come in, Miss Donner," he states precisely, spitting the words out like they're bugs.

"Good morning, Principal Carson (OOC: nobody named him yet, right?)," I say politely.  He gestures toward an armchair across from his desk, so I take it.

"Linkin Park, eh?" he asks, "I saw them in concert once.  They were pretty good."  Thank goodness.  I don't need a breach of uniform going on my record. 

He continues, "You're probably wondering why I called you here.  Well, someone found your keycard on the floor in the cafeteria a week ago, and I never got around to returning it to you."

Oh, that's where that was.  I honestly thought it was in one of the biology labs.

"And yet, you haven't been to see Mr. Gordon for a new key.  How have you been getting into your room lately?"

"My ex-roommate gave me hers as an extra instead of passing it in to Mr. Gordon.  Mr. Gordon let her since I'd been going to him for new keys so often."  I leave out the part about how I gave the key card to a kid who wanted to reprogram it to fit the kitchen door so he could get more snacks.  I'd been using the button this whole time, but he didn't need to  know that.

"Ah, very resourceful, Miss Donner," he says. "Here is your keycard back.  You may go back to class."  I get up and am almost out the door when he calls me back.  

"Miss Donner, we are still looking for the hooligan who turned off the gravity.  Please tell me if you hear anything."  He lets me go again.  That's good that they're still looking,  That gives me enough time to frame somebody.

Schedule- 

Algebra II

English

Band (Andrew can play flute. I would rather a violin, but I know diddlysquat about playing violins, so Andrew's stuck with flute.)

TOK (Theory of Knowledge. Why not?)

Lunch

Chemistry

World History

P.E.

Creative Writing

And now back to the story. 

My next class is band class. I like music, but people look at me oddly sometimes when I listen to music. I'll have to be careful not to do anything weird so other people won't stare.  I remind myself, Don't move your hands a lot. Don't move in the rhythm. Just be quiet and don't play anything unless the teacher tells you. 

I set up my flute at the beginning of class. A bunch of people are passing instruments around- flutes traded for clarinets. People try out the instruments before passing them back to their owners. I shudder in disgust (have you ever noticed people who do that? They share their instruments with other people without even cleaning them? It's disgusting! You're putting your mouth on an instrument that was just touched by someone else's mouth. You're sharing their spit! Sorry, rant over. That just annoys me.) and look the other way. How unsanitary. The band teacher, a large woman who reminds me of a peacock in her colorful skirt, addresses us and tells us to begin some excersises.

Band class is fun. We have some beginners in the class, so we don't get very far but I do earn a new piece of sheet music. I'm going to practice it until I memorize it.  It's a little too jazzy for my taste, but at least it's new.

I've been looking forward to my Theory of Knowledge class. They give me a textbook for it! A textbook! I love textbooks! I'm going to read the whole thing as soon as I can! 

"More philosophy?" Momo-chan asks. "Don't you and Kin have enough?"

"I like philosophy," I tell her. "Besides, you never have enough of your songs, right?"

"You just like the textbook," she retorts.

"I do, but it's not boring philosophy, it's exciting philosophy. Besides, it's important to understand how humans think."

"So one day, when I take over the world, I shall know how to rule my human subjects based on their fears and insecurities! Mwa ha ha!" Ao-kun laughs.

"I'm not going to take over the world," I tell him reproachfully. "Honestly. Why would I do that?"

"For fun?"

"Seems like a waste of time and energy," I say.

Next is lunch. I wonder if I can find anyone who would be willing to sit with me. 

Gemma~

And now they're making us wear these weird magnet-shoes.  I hate them.  At the risk of sounding like a total girl, I'm going to go ahead and say they never match my outfit.  Purple Converse do not look good as tap shoes.

I'm woken up at five in the morning by a knock at my door.  I wake up in the middle of a dream about one of the guys from One Direction (since when do I know what the guys in One Directoin look like?) and literally roll out of bed.  I get up, dust my flannel pajama bottoms, and go to answer the door.

It's Concord.

"Whaddya want it's super earrrrrrllllllly?" I manage to get out.  I'm a wreck in the mornings until the second hour of classes.  

"I just wanted to thank you again.  It really helped," Concord says, "and ask you to do me another favor." 

"Before breakfast?  How did you even sneak over here?"

"Forged a driver's license for a staff member once.  Cashed in the favor tonight.  Anyway, something's going to happen today at breakfast.  That's why I'm here now.  I just need you to open the cafeteria door very discreetly when I scream the principal's name."

"And why am I doing this?'

"I seem to believe I forged a signature on a report card for you.  And, well, I'm asking you this as a... Friend."  The word sounded like she'd never said it before.

"Does this has to do with that thing you were planning with those two kids?"

"Yes... Now I need to go."

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SC, I can revise this to include a different character if you want. 

I'm here to save this thread!

The comic has been done for a day, I just haven't scanned it. And for Noah's schedule, he has health in the morning. Drop him in any other class you need him in. I don't care.

Thank you very much, Theo, for writing. 

I look up as someone comes to the table. It's the boy from breakfast. "Oh, goody. It's the Kaze impersonator," Ao-kun says as he sits down.

"Hi," Noah Greenplyer says. "I know we kind of got off on the wrong foot this morning."

Ao-kun forces me to say, "You think so?" 

"You won't make me friends by insulting them!" I hiss at him. He ignores me. 

"I was a little tired this morning," Noah says.

"So was I," Momo-chan says, "but I didn't go around being completely rude to people!"

"Yes you did," Kin says. "You called me a robot."

I laugh. I don't tell Kin I'm laughing because he reminds me of a robot. I let Momo-chan see the thought, though. She doesn't often think that I'm on her side and then she tries to take me by force. Noah looks at me suspiciously. "What's so funny?"

Oops. I didn't mean to laugh so humans can see. "Stupid," Kaze calls me and hits me on the head. It'd cause more trouble here if he made me hurt myself, like he normally does.

"Nothing," I say.

"So I knew we got off on the wrong foot this morning. Because I was tired," Noah says.

"He doesn't have it. He's not a threat. He's just a common human," Kin says.

"I know," I tell him. To Noah, I say, "Yeah? You still seem to be on the wrong foot to me." What? I wanted to say, "That's okay." "Ao, what are you doing?" I growl. He grins and waves at me, but doesn't slacken his control on me.

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm not suggesting that I want to get on the right foot with you. But I think we could help each other here. You're new here, and if you haven't gotten it yet, this isn't a place of education. It's a place of survival. Sure, you can survive beening a student. But in case you haven't noticed, we're all here for a reason. We're in space, because there's no place for us on Earth. I've been here for three months. I know a few things. And trust me, when you're sitting alone at lunch, you'll be targeted. I know."

Survival? He's worried about survival? I've been surviving my whole life, and where has that gotten me? It's gotten her, a small voice in the back of my mind says. Yes, I do have her. I have her indeed. And I almost had the other one as well. Still. I like the look of this human. He could help my human self and I could always try leeching his power as well. All right. Survival it is.

"So you're proposing an alliance?" I ask.

"Yep," he says. "That's exactly what I'm proposing." I don't like the look of his smile nor his offered hand. Is this a trap? It doesn't feel like it. I'll proceed with caution. I shake his hand, trying not to look repulsed at his human touch. Ugh. I hate human touch.

If he's a trap, he's a sneaky one. "His mind isn't being controlled by any of my known devices," Kin explains. "If he's danger, he's either being controlled by a new creation or he's doing it of his own free will."

I'll pretend to trust him for the moment. "So," I ask, "what do you have in mind?"

Andrew was really creepy in this one. I know it must not make any sense to you right now what they were talking about, but it might make sense later. And no, Momo is not the her they were talking about. Writing Andrew is much more fun than I thought it was. The only problem is remaining cryptic and not using names.  

I like this thread! Please don't die, little thread.

Hope you don't mind if I'm late...

Name: Chelsea Flores

Gender: Female

Age: 14

Country she's from: Mexico

Family: -

Reason she was sent to the SS Education: When she was nine, she robbed a house and made off with $1,000 worth of goods and money. Her mother, Ava, was killed in a car accident a month later. She was adopted by a woman named Lily and a man named Marty. Marty was killed in a office building bombing two weeks after the adoption. At thirteen, she robbed a bank, stole $1,000,000, and was taken to the SS Education.