NYC High School

Margot
"Airport's that way." Em gestured in the general direction of the airport, which wasn't in the direction they were headed. "I think you got a bit turned around." She'd had a split second moment of internal panic before she realized 1. the airport wasn't this way; and 2. the likelihood of him having an old family friend that wasn't dead already wasn't very likely considering the whole time thing. Or she could be wrong, but she was pretty sure she wasn't.

Mason
 "Oh, really? I must have been mistaken. Thank you for informing me," he replied, jogging a few steps to get ahead of her so that he was out of her way when he turned in the direction she'd gestured in. He turned and walked backwards a few paces, waving in what was supposedly a parting gesture before turning back around and pretending as though he was actually leaving.

Margot
Em waved back, glancing up at the sky to watch a plane passing overhead. "Have fun in Guatemala," she called to Mason. Adjusting her bag, she started down the sidewalk again. 

Auberon
After yesterday's tragic occurance of Auberon being hit with a car whose driver was none other than his own girlfriend, he decided it would be relaxing to skip school and starve to death in the park. The lack of sleep made the pain he felt from sitting against a tree unnoticeable, but his brain spun in circles from the exhaustion and sickness he felt flow quiet stifly through his body. He didn't know how long he had been lounging against the tree (the one he claims gives him life or something stupid like that), but the slipping time did nothing to help his body shut down into slumber. In summary: he was mad.