((Yeppers! Ch-chan would look stupid, plus I consider you a superior, occasionally :P ))

((My post is on the previous page Wolf-chan. :P ))

Ooc:// Once again, sorry for the late reply. As I said before, I'm sick, but I've got some medicine in my system, and my fever's breaking. No joke. I slept like... all day. XD

((Ah, Wolf-chan I didn't know you were that sick! *starts to cry* Kake-chan is sorry, please don't die on me!))

Ooc:// Nah. I'm fine now. I'll try not to die on you.

William stared at her while she presented herself in front of the class, she was definitely school idol material. He knew from the moment he laid eyes on her that she was the one everyone was talking about, although the new face helped out the conclusion.

So the new idol was the transfer student, he wouldn't fall for it. She was probably another snob who hid behind a perfect face. The boy sneered, he wouldn't fall for her. The feeling in his chest was just from over-exerting himself last night.

The teacher began to hand a stack of papers to the first person in each row.
"Now pass the papers back for a pop-quiz," the whole room sighed.

Will received the paper and sighed like the rest, he hated tests. The new student probably wouldn't have to take it, he looked over his shoulder to take a peek, nope the paper skipped her.

He sighed again, looking down at his paper, it seemed alien to him. Oh well, another bad grade to add to the previous ones. He silently wondered if he would be able to pass, his brows furrowed, he would have to or he would be kicked off. Why was school so stressful?

He almost glanced to his right to cheat off the person sitting next to him, but he stopped himself in his tracks. That would be immediate elimination. He would just have to wing it.

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Yuki peeked up from a book he was struggling to read when the new transfer student made her way to the front. He couldn't see clearly, because of the fact that his glasses were smashed, but by the way the boys were whistling and the girls were gossiping, he could tell she was a beauty.

After she took her seat the papers were passed back, which Yuki took with gratitude. He loved tests, they were opportunities to show how much you've learned and test yourself.

However, when he peered down at the page he remembered his distorted sight. It was bad when you couldn't see far away, which was barely seeing what was in front of your face. The boy squinted, trying to make out the letters with difficulty. He refrained from lifting the paper completely to shove it in front of his face so he tried lowering his face to the page. He smacked his face on the desk.

The boy rubbed his nose and tilted the paper slightly and leaned forward a little to meet halfway. Still the words were one big blur. Yuki scratched his head, at this rate he would fail the test. He had never failed a test before, not even a quiz, he didn't know how to handle it.

The boy took a deep breath, the im[injection]portant thing was to stay calm in these situations. He pressed his pencil to the page and wrote his name, Yuki Tsuganomi, at the top. It was slanted down and no where near the indicated place.
 

Charlotte-Marie was glad that she wouldn't have to take the test. She guessed that she would have to make it up later, though. Still, she didn't look forward to any tests. She actually felt a little sorry for the students around her. They all had strange looks on their faces- whether it was anger, confusion, or desperateness.

((That's alright, Chicka. :)

After marking random answers, Will slid out of his desk and handed in the completed sheet. He sank back into his chair with a sigh, he totally bombed that. He had at least hoped to get the bonus question but it was on who one a recent golf tournament, who watched golf anyways?

The teacher, Mrs. Ballancii, stood once all the papers were collected, stacking them on her desk.
"Okay, everyone. Listen up. The next assignment you will be grouping into threes. In this activity two will be parents and one will be the child. The scenario is the child is caught smoking by the parents. The one playing the child will have to come up with ways to get out of trouble by making excuses, the parents will have to scold and try to get the child onto the right path. Use your debating skills and try to influence the conversation. The starting line is,"What are you doing?" directed at the child.
Now the pairings, First group; William: Father , Charlotte-Maire: Mother , and Yuki: Child."

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Yuki placed the broken shards on his quiz and he somehow managed to see enough to complete the test. He turned the sheet in and returned to his desk.

Once the assignment was announced, he moved his desk along with everyone else, into the group of three. He would be working with the transfer student and a boy he never talked to before.

Yuki was getting nervous, and to top things off he would be debating as a child who smokes, he never smoked in his life, how would he pull this off?

He sat down and began to twitch in his seat that was shoved against the two "parents" so that Will and Charlotte faced him while they sat side by side. Will was already seated and was staring daggers at him, the boy swallowed.

Charlotte just had to be in the first group called, didn't she. Better yet, she was in a group with two boys. Well, at least they didn't seem to be staring at her. Instead, they were staring at eachother. The younger-looking boy seemed a bit intimidated by the larger-looking one.

"The name's Will," the older boy pointed to the blonde,"and that's Yuki. I don't know him, just process of elimination."

The other groups started to discuss their topic.

"I'd advise to start and get this over with, she,"indicating the teacher,"doesn't like it when you goof off."

"But she's a really good teacher and a nice person," the younger boy added quickly, then put his hand over his mouth wanting to take back his words. The older boy was muscular and could knock Yuki out with one punch.

Will ignored him and asked the question,"What are you doing, Yuki?" in a stern voice.

For his seemingly uncaring attitude it was weird that he wanted to get started so soon, in truth he couldn't afford the teacher to scold him and deduct points he needed the good grades.

At first Yuki was confused, then he realized they had started. Will stared at him with a disappointing look, making the boy look down and stammer,"I-I was sm-smoking." he admitted.

Will looked over at Charlotte, her turn.

Charlotte watched the two boys converse. Will introduced not only himself, but the other boy, too. However, it seemed that the brown-haired boy didn't know Yuki. It was strange, though. Yuki seemed so timid, like he'd been bullied by this boy before. Either way, she brushed those thoughts to the back of her mind.

"I-I know but....," he shook his head, glancing back between the motherly girl and stern boy,"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"

He sobbed an actual tear forming in his eyes, even though he hadn't committed the act, with the two of them staring at him like that he couldn't take it, he felt like he had been caught smoking,"I promise to never do it again, forgive me."

"So that's it," Will stood up,"Teach', we're done."
The teacher looked over to see the small boy hunched over crying, and dropped her clipboard.

"Parents won," Will called, sitting back down,"Okay, Yuk, restroom is to the right, I'd advise you go now and freshen up."

The older boy tapped the crying Yuki on the back as he rushed out of the room and into the restroom.

"Ha ha, that boy never changes," Will smirked,"Always was a crybaby, best partner ever."

Charlotte's eyes widened as Yuki's eyes filled with tears. No, not the tears... She couldn't stand tears. They made her want to cry, too. She felt her face contort a bit, almost wanting to reach out and comfort the boy, give him a hug or something. He reminded her of a little brother or something.

"No, no don't worry about him." he reassured her,"I've never talked to him, but I hear he was always like that, a crybaby. I wonder what on earth made him that way, but it could just be his personality. So don't worry, that's not the last time you'll see him cry.

"Have you ever had it when you were a kid and your parents yelled at you and you felt so bad you cried? That is what you just witnessed. Really, he is just like a kid."

Will smirked,"He probably won't return for long, so no use waiting on him. He'll cry his eyes out until he can't cry anymore and then he will come back, which will take a good hour or so."

Charlotte was a bit comforted that she wasn't the cause of Yuki's breakdown. From what Will told her, he'd been like that all of his life. She wondered why he was so sensitive... Perhaps he had been exposed to many bad things as a child. Maybe he was just born that way. She didn't know, anyways.

"I don't think so, I have a feeling we will be out in, three, two, one," the older boy replied staring at the door.

The second when he said "one", screams were heard from nearby, girl screams. In rushed the little boy with blonde hair, stumbling while holding his head.

"You walked into the girls' restroom, didn't you?" Will asked the small bundle on the ground. It nodded.

Will sighed,"Hey, Teach. We're going to the nurse to treat Yuki's wound."

The teacher nodded so the older boy hauled Yuki over his right shoulder and grabbed Charlotte's wrist.

"Come on, lets go."

When they entered the hallway he released his grip on her and adjusted the boy so he was ridding piggyback. Yuki rested his head on his shoulder, still weeping pathetically.

"Now, come on Yuk, you're a man, aren't you?" the older boy sighed,"You need to stop this crying habit of yours."

Charlotte was curious. She thought that Yuki would be gone for at least a few minutes. But, as Will counted down, she cocked her head. Did he really think he could predict when Yuki would come back? When he reached one, she heard the scream of a girl, and it made her jump slightly. What was going on?

Once they reached the nurse's office, Will placed the crying boy on the bed. The nurse seemed to be out at the moment so he wrote a note on her desk saying he took some band-aids.

He walked over to the boy,"Let me see it," he commanded. Yuki removed his hand from his temple and let the older boy inspect it.

"It's not too deep, here let's clean it out. We don't want it to get infected."
He led the boy over to the sink and cleaned it out with a disinfection, then placing a band-aid on the wound to help stop the bleeding.

"There, I knew something like this would happen," he lectured,"Your glasses broke and you didn't ask for help or leave school early. We need to work on that, and while your at it, invest in some contacts would you, it would help your bullying problem."

Yuki stared at him for a moment, then slowly nodded,"I'm sorry for causing so much trouble, I just can't see a thing without my glasses and I panicked, then I was blindly attacked and I guess I caused you all some trouble, sorry."

Charlotte was surprised that the nurse was busy. She expected Will to wait, but instead, the boy wrote a note saying he took some band-aids, and cleaned the boy's wound himself. It surprised Charlotte. Will had said that he didn't know Yuki at first, but now it seemed like they were old buddies.