Hi people. Sorry for the wait.

I've been thinking to change the title of the story…I mean, it does work for the story, but that's not until wayyy later. What do you guys think?

Oh yeah, and remember that Roxas's school starts on a Thursday.

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He turned, spotting a familiar fish scarf…uh oh…looks like he found out where the redhead decided to sit.

He reluctantly looked up into the green eyes, which were of course looking directly at him.

"Well, hello there…"

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Roxas wasn't a particularly social person. In fact, you could say he was lacking in the social department. That was probably why instead of saying 'Hi' back like a normal person, he opted to reply with the intelligent answer of "Uhmmmm…" and turned back around, his heart beating unusually fast.

Beside him, Namine frowned and turned around to see what had gotten Roxas so unsettled. There was a redhead she'd seen around campus a few times. He was wearing a very unpleasant smirk by then, so Namine guessed that Roxas was just scared or something. She quickly threw out a nervous smile at him and turned back around.

"Alright class! Let's not waste any time. The first medium we're going to be using are watercolors. Go get some paper if you don't have any, and remember to bring a sketch book on Monday!" said Marluxia.

Roxas found himself incapable of moving for the moment. He sort of just sat there because he could feel the redhead's eyes on his back and was afraid to move. Namine quickly took the hint and ripped out a piece of paper from her ever-present sketchbook.

"Hurhrhnnnnn," was Roxas's way of thanks. Namine gave him a pencil to start sketching his first project and he started to draw swirls on his paper.

The whole class was spent like that. Namine would help him and he would only grunt in response and keep making swirls. When the bell finally, finally rang, Roxas could say that this was one of the most agonizing times of his life.

He was glad when he heard a rustle of movement from behind him telling him that the redhead left quickly. He relaxed and put away his swirl-filled paper.

Namine noticed how Roxas seemed to relax after the redhead left. She knew that he looked scary, but seriously, how could Roxas be that afraid of a person he just glanced at? She quickly came up with a plan.

"Roxas…we need to catch up more! Meet me at the fountain after school, okay?"

Roxas quickly froze up again. Namine was definitely going to try to take him on a soul-searching adventure that probably will end up with him spouting some embarrassing truth about him being terrified of giant mushrooms that are shaped like David Bowie. Or something.

"Yeah…I'll see you there, Nam."

His next class was Drama, and then English. At least his parents knew what electives he liked even if they didn't like him (not that he'd admit he liked Drama, ohhh no.).

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He walked into drama with some apprehension. After all, it was also a mixed class. However, when he scanned the crowded room, there seemed to be a shortage of kool-aid-red haired beanpoles in the class, so he was safe.

Roxas decided to sit somewhere in the corner and be a loner because, again, he's not a particularly social person. All of a sudden, he was wondering how he got friends like Hayner, Pence, and Olette in the first place.

When the bell rang signaling the start of class, the teacher was still nowhere to be seen. A minute later, Sora came in along with another guy with a strange mullet/mohawk combo that Roxas half recognized. Sora quickly spotted Roxas and went over to sit next to him. Mohawklet man sat in the only other available seat, the other side of him, and slumped down.

"Hey Roxas! How was—asdfads…" Roxas quickly shielded Sora's words from escaping because just then, a very scary and fake tanned man strode in the room.

He stopped at the desk in the front of the room and very suddenly put his boot on the desk. He surveyed them all with his golden eyes and started to speak.

"Hellloooooo clahss…I ahm Mr. Xemnas…" He walked briskly to the back of the room and thrust his boot onto Mohawklet's desk. "Wellllcome…to Dramaahhh."

Mr. Xemnas stopped to breathe quite loudly and proceeded to talk very slowly with big unnecessary hand gestures.

"This is thee only clahss where you can be as faaaabulous…" Here he got off of Mohawklet's desk (who was looking kind of scared) and started walking around the room. "…as you wahnt. Now please get into pahirs or groups of three as you prepare for your first ahct; a pahntomime. We need you to get in as much info about Dramaah as you cahn, so you cahn be faaahntahstic for the musical we're doing. Chop chop!"

Roxas and Sora immediately looked at each other. Of course they were going to be partners. So they just sat there and felt kind of sorry for the dirty blond guy that was sitting next to them while he was trying to get a partner. Eventually, though, everyone was paired up and didn't want a group of three so he returned alone to his seat.

"Um, hey, can I be in your group? Everyone doesn't want a group of three."

"Yeah, sure," chirped Sora. "I'm Sora. I'm 15, a sophomore. My location is Traverse Academy. My music likes are rock and pop. My hobbies are eating and sewing! Sorry if I'm a little chatroom creepy, but since we're friends now, you'll have to get used to it."

"Er...haha…okay…I'm Demyx…um…I'm 16, a junior…I listen to all types of music, and my hobbies are playing my guitar and swimming."

They both looked at Roxas. "Ow," He said, rubbing his side where Sora just jabbed him. "I'm Roxas, Sora's twin."

He looked at Demyx and Sora's expectant faces (well, mostly Sora's) and sighed. "I like to cook…"

"Great! Nice to meet you, Roxas!" exclaimed Sora and shaking Roxas's hand excitedly.

Mr. Xemnas clapped loudly. "Alright! Now, you have to make up a pahntomihme to do. For some examples, wehr goin tew watch me do a few. Yew should be able to guess what I'm dewing."

Mr. Xemnas walked, no, strode to the center of the room. He started to put his hands in front of each other, as if he were pulling on a rope. He 'pulled' himself until he got to his desk, then he seemed to come across an invisible barrier. He stumbled and fell to the ground. Then he got up, dusted himself off, and did the 'I'm in a box.' He stopped after 3 seconds, and bowed.

"Thank yew! Thank yew! Now class, what was I doing?"

No one raised their hands.

"Really, I thought it was quite obvious. I was an intruding soldier into a booby-trapped castle."

Mr. Xemnas, apparently, was nuts.

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and that's that. review, please!

andrea out.