NYC High School

Mason
 He entered the classroom just as Auberon spoke. "Are we doing introductions? Lovely. I'm Mason. You already know that. The other kid doesn't though," He nodded towards the girl who he didn't know, "so that was important for me to say. Okay, continue."

Pludo
Pludo looked up at Mason. "I'm Pludo," she mumbked quietly.

Em
She looked at the book handed to her with almost reverence. It was in pristine condition, brand new, and excitement coursed through her when the teacher announced they would be allowed to keep them after the school year. Normally she wouldn't be so happy about that fact, but these English books looked absolutely amazing. She grinned and focused her attention on the teacher as she started talking once more.

Enzho 
"I'm late," he spat, glaring at his father in the front seat. Lucas Tavor shrugged his shoulders gracefully. "It's your first day, I had to see you off." Rage bubbled into his throat but Enzho knew it would get him nowhere. "I'm walking next time," he growled, pulling the handle of the car door. The door didn't open. "Seriously, Father. I'm not a toddler. We don't need child lock on our car." Barely restrained frustration flashed momentarily on his face. His father was about to speak, but Enzho didn't feel like putting up with him today. He unbuckled his seat belt, lurching forward, and hit the unlock button twice on the passenger side door. Quickly, he opened his own door in the back and jumped out. "Enzho -" Lucas snapped, about to admonish his son, but the door slammed back shut and the pale-skinned boy booked it to the school entrance. He could hear the car window rolling down but he hurriedly entered the school building and sprinted down the hallway. He ducked into a bathroom and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. Enzho pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket and scanned his schedule. He had missed his first class and was probably already late to his second. 

Kahlen 
"I don't do introductions," Kahlen muttered, hoping against hope that Auberon wouldn't notice her hand, although that was highly unlikely.

Auberon
Auberon started having a laughing fit when Kahlen said that, although he tried his hardest to stop it. "O-okay."

Enzho
He drew in a deep breath and straightened, pushing off the bathroom wall. Approaching the sink, he stared at his reflection. A set of sad, dark eyes looked right back at him. Enzho ran a hand through his hair and spun, exiting the restroom and walking down the hall toward his math class. He pushed the door open and slipped inside, eyes on his feet, automatically heading for the back of the classroom.

Kahlen 
"Where are they all coming from?" Kahlen said, huffing. "We're becoming a prime target if this keeps up."

Auberon
Auberon finally stopped his laughing, glancing at the new kid briefly. He put his hand out in front of Kahlen. "May I see your hand?" he asked, innocently.

Enzho
He found an empty seat and plopped down into it. He never understood why his father was the way he was. What was his deal? Enzho would walk to school the rest of the year. He had decided to give his father a try. It was his first day of school, and Lucas had seemed... nicer... at breakfast. Enzho should have known it was all a facade.

Kahlen 
Kahlen sighed and gave him her hand. I knew he would notice.

Auberon
Auberon examined her hand. "What did you cut it with?"

Kahlen 
"No idea. I assume it was glass, but I'm not sure."

Auberon
Auberon sighed. "I can't heal that if you have glass in it... you wouldn't happen to have banages?"

Kahlen 
"Courtesy of Denver, yes," Kahlen said, taking some out of her binder. 

Auberon
Auberon smiled and took the banages, wrapping her hand carefully.