Meeting Up

The walk to her History wasn't too long at all, minus the fact that she basically speed walked to her class room, determined to beat her twin. As Avril walked into Mr. Ridgeway's desk-oriented room, Zachary was standing right beside the door, ready to brag that her got to class faster than his sister. The brother had a smirk on his face, the warning sign that an ideal plan of trickery was forming under the mass of short dark brown hair.

Their history teacher, Mr. Ridgeway, was nowhere to be seen. This applied to Ms. Carter as well. Avril smoothly walked by her brother, tempted to smack the smirk off of his smug face, but had long ago learned that self-restraint was more worth the while if you could hold onto it longer.

She sat down in the front, with the cabinets and drawers to her right, a necessity to all the classrooms in the school it seemed, and the white board way to her left. In front of her was a white wall, barely littered with old time propaganda posters for WWI and WWII (Which were some of Mr. Ridgeway's favorite things to talk about but sadly had to focus on the general history of Maine.)

Zachary took his place beside his younger sister, to her left, where it would be easier to talk to her, considering though that the makeshift podium for Mr. Ridgeway was right in front of him. He gingerly kicked her foot, trying to noiselessly get her attention, though he knew deep down that she would not look until she knew that his smirk was off. Pfft. Yeah right.

The rest of the 4 spare minutes that Avril had left from basically power walking to class was bent on getting a hug from her best friend, who also happened to be in her History class (As well as a myriad of others), Lauren Montogomery. Lauren was of Hawaiian descent, which showed with her slightly olive tanned skin, although her body showed she had next to no physical fitness training recently, as she was just a tad bulky and rather short. Lauren had magnificent light brown eyes and glorious black hair, which proved that in Math, Avril just couldn't stay away from it.

After the hug, Lauren took her place to Avril's right, getting out her notebook, and doing what she normally did in History. Take notes and doodle. Both Lauren and Avril's main mottos were that if you had notes, you had to doodle. It made reading the notes a hell of a lot more interesting. Especially if you were as good as Avril at drawing Dragons or eyes.

After several seconds of just staring at the wall in front of her, she too bent down in her seat to grab her notebook. That's when Zachary struck. Avril had been wearing a slightly small shirt, which pulled up against her sides (and against her will), and Zachary took that chance of the skin just slightly showing to take advantage and put his hand on her waist which was showing and used his minor mutation and formed ice on his hand, thus scaring Avril into a quick, surprised scream. This also earned a laugh from Lauren and a hit to the face by the wrist of Avril's hand.

Not two seconds after this little cold incident (Avril had pulled her shirt down lower to where she was sitting on the back of it), Mr. Ridgeway walked in, grey hair naturally sticking up, giving the illusion that he wasn't going bald. Whenever Mr. Ridgeway walked in, the class would know that it was about a minute before class started, and so got out their notebooks as well to copy out from a power point and to go over how the mayor of Augustus (The capital of Maine) had taken care of a snowstorm back in the 1800's.

Time passed by rather quickly in this class, and it was about past halfway that the intercom rang and asked for the twins to come to the office, asking if they could bring their baggage, too.

Avril normally joked around with the "Office Ladies" whenever she got the chance, and did so this time.

"Can I slide down the banister, oh please?!" (Most of Avril's classes were located on the second floor of the school building).

"No. You broke your leg last time!" Mrs. Woodruff jokingly replied back.

"But it healed!"

"The answer is still no."

"What if I do it anyway?"

"Then you have to file all of these papers for me, and trust me, I've got A LOT. I HAVE A FOREST ON MY DESK!!"

"……I think I'll do it again."

"Just for the record of you knowing, it was VERY creepy to watch your leg heal."

"I know. I think it's pretty creepy how I heal that fast, too. Did you know Zachary can do it too?"

"I didn't know, but I didn't need to either."

"Now you're just being mean."

"There's a big difference between being me and not caring."

"And there's a thin line between not listening and not caring. I like to think I toe that line every day."

"Let's hope you're not leaning towards either."

"If I can slide down the banister and be okay, I'm sure I can keep my balance."

"It's not about balance but about how big your feet are."

"Well then! My feet are pretty small, Mrs. Know-it-all!"

"Just get down here, and be sure to wake your brother if he's napping."

"I am not!" Finally Zachary had decided to join in on the conversation.

"Alright, be there in a minute then." Avril replied and the intercom clicked, telling all that the odd argument was now over.

The twins got their baggage and walked down the banister, much to Avril's displeasure of not being able to slide down the banister.