Can we start now?

~Chilly

La la la la la la please top–oh wait! This is the first day of middle school. I walk down the sidewalk with Frosty (OVERPROTECTIVE MUCH!?) and head up to the brick building. It just looks like any other middle school, but I'm still suspicious. "Frosty, you go in first." Is all I can think of to say. He steps in, and I nervously follow.

Umn, I don't know what to write for Frosty because I've never been in a Middle School all of my life… 

Quill~

My twin Zeon and I step off the overcrowded bus. A huge crowd of AE middle schoolers push past, leaving me feeling angry and small. Zeon stares after a group of preppy girls, so I am forced to drag him away. He shakes his head, looking giddy, and pronounces up the stone steps. He loves school.

I follow him up the stairs, trying to keep from being pushed down. My clammy hands hold my school books close to my chest, my bag pressed hard against my side. I lose him in the crowd, leaving me to follow the stream of kids. 

This is day 1 of the new life… 

8-Piece

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Pencils skitter over the floor as I drop the case. Hurrying to pick it up, I cringed as I watched the AEs winding around me, dodging me as I scrambled to pick up the dropped writing utensils. What a great way to start the first day of AE Middle School. Finally, I gather them all back into the case and stand up, slinging my backpack over one shoulder. Quill nods to me as she passes, and I respond with a cheerful grin. Glancing down at my schedule, I see I'm going to Algebra first. Hm. Not my favorite, not as good as science, but fine enough anyways. And maybe… who knows… she'll be in it too.

(EVERYONE: Can real CBers teach the subjects? If so, I claim Literature and nominate Mei-Xue for Algebra!)

MP~

8-Piece drops his pencil case, pencils bursting outwards like small missiles. Was it physically possible to make a pencil pie?

Pie lounges on my shoulder, languid and soft. I give her ears a scratch before entering my first class: Algebra.

8-Piece is there, Hemin is there, Mellie is there, Baelfire is there (sans desk, he lit it on fire earlier), and most importantly, Grace is there.

The teacher hasn't arrived yet. I shift into my female form and decide to test my suspicions.

I chuck an eraser at 8-Piece's head. "Hey, dawg," I say, wiggling my eyebrows. 

To the rest of the class it's obviously a joke. To Hemin it isn't.

I soon find a wand pointed at my neck. I laugh and teleport behind her, standing on top of her desk.

"SO YOU DO LIKE HIM!" I say, "how adorable!" 

Hemin blushes deeply. The door of the classroom begins to open, and I teleport back into my desk as Hemin scrambles into hers.

A CBer I don't recognize walks in. "Hello, class," she/he says, "I'll be your algebra teacher!"

I claim theater!

Now that I think about it, I shouldn't be in this. I'm nine! *sighs* I'll deal with it.

Donut~

I check my schedule. My first class is… PE. Noooooo! I am NOT athletic.

I run in to the gym and right away have to start running laps. It's a GIANT gym! I don't even recognize any of the AEs there. And now some random AE is shooting fire everywhere for us to trip over. I wish that I had powers.

BTW: I just adopted lightning/electricity powers, so that effects my last post.

I TEACH ART! Sorry. Could I teach art? I'll post a POV in a bit.

(If possible, I can be the Science Teacher)

Zeon~

I catch sight of a surfer-looking kid in the halls, scrambling to pick up pencils. The crowd is pushing forward to get to class, so I go the opposite way. Classic.

"Hey dude, you need help?" I ask the kid.

He looks up, somewhat embarrassed, and nods. His eyes flit to someone behind me – a girl, probably. I quickly help finish picking up his pencils and help him up.

"Thanks," he says, grinning. "I'm 8-Piece."

"Zeon, I say, grabbing my bag. "We should talk later-"

"And get to class now," 8-Piece finishes, racing off.

The bell rings as I step into the Algebra room. Late, not too surprising. The CBer (Mei?) teacher glares at me as I walk in. I offer the teacher my trademark trouble-maker grin. The CBer storms over and whacks me upside the head with a ruler then goes back to the board and continues class.

"Ouch," I mumble, rubbing my head.

My twin sister, Quill, shakes her head and scribbles down the complex Algebra equation. When the teacher asks for the answer, Quill and another girl's hand shoots up. I catch 8-Piece's stare turn to the other girl dreamingly. Crush, maybe?

"Yes, Miss Hemin?" the CBer asks.

"The answer is x=3.5762 repeated and y=5," the girl, Hemin, says proudly.

The teacher nods respectfully and writes down a new equation.

The class goes on for another 50 minutes this way. The teacher always choosing Hemin, so much to where Quill gives up on trying to answer.

Guess you can't have two smart girls in one class. 

(Also, are we having the AEs not know each other, or still know each other?)