Crisis sighed and rested her head on her knees. She didn't feel that bad that she wasn't noticed. But, weren't they all supposed to be friends? they had all gone on the trip together but everyone seemed in a very sour mood. She gave Brooke a quizzical look before she was about to say something, but decided not to. Wasn't a good enough reason to speak, she thought. She picked up her backpack from the floor quietly and took out a small book. If nothing else was going to happen, she might as well read, to do something.
It wasn’t long before she got bored of doing that. She put the book back into her backpack and just sat. “… So, we’re all not friends, then?” she said venomously. She was tired of the bad mood, even if she was used to it. But when her ‘friends’ acted that way, it just wasn’t right.

ooc; Failure. xDDD

Drew only stayed silent, trying to figure out in his head where he had been the past week. He couldn't remember what happened before the past week, and little before that. The fact that he could remember nothing from before frustrated him, and he was wondering if the strange light he had seen during that past week had been real, or if he had been hallucinating.

When Crisis spoke, Drew smiled, but he wasn't sure if anyone could see it. He was standing in the shadows, thinking about what happened and what he should say to break the awkward silence and heavy air.

Nothing came to mind, which didn't bother Drew too much. All his life, he hadn't had much to say, nor had he attempted to make friends with people he was invovled with. So, why start now? He had had friends before, but they weren't these people. The most he knew about the teenagers he was with was their names, genders, and their appearance. Maybe he knew pinches about their personalities and how to keep from getting on everyone's bad side and whatnot, but, he still planned to keep his mouth shut.

Especially about the fact that he knew so much out of no where. What had that light done to him? He didn't know, but he wanted to know. It was necessary that he knew. He didn't know why he wanted to know, but...

Drew blinked. Had he been spacing out?

( Heh. o.o Watching good shows always gives me a lot of muse, even if it's sucky muse. )

"Not all dogs are like that," Drew murmrued from the shadows, sitting down on the cold floor. "The dog you had run into must've been trained to be that way, or was simply a dog who felt threatened and decided that your grandmother was the threat." He sighed. "Either way, it's not like all dogs are like that one dog."

( Edit: Editing... e.e )

ooc; Late post. xDD Has been replaced with this message until I make a new post. .__.

Drew looked up at Trent, having expecting him to drop it like Brooke had asked. It was quite a coincdence that her grandmother worked at the SPCA, and what he found even weirder was that a grandmother was working. Overall, he thought both Trent and Brooke were stupid for arguing over cats and dogs.

But, what could he say about it? It was probably just the uncomfortable air that made everyone so snappy. Even him.

"No, not really," Drew said, blinking at Trent. "Except for when she said something about having returned..."