History I

[Nate Parker]

Nate had walked around the classroom and sighed to himself as he placed work booklets on all of the tables. He had been looking forward to the class, as the Civil War was one of his favourite topics, that he could probably discuss for hours if he was allowed. He had just finished putting the booklets on the table and made his way towards the front of the classroom. He waled towards the whiteboard and started to write up the seating chart. He knew of all the relationships going on in the school, he was the gossip maestro. He knew that the two freshmen didn't get along, so he thought this would be the perfect opportunity for them to put their differences aside.

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MR NATHANIEL PARKER
HISTORY

Joanna Elysia Bellisario	Chester Ambrosi	AISLE	Rosemarie Lidija Dragoslav	Scott McCall
@liam	Cassandra Carter	AISLE	@sam	Christian Jacob Ryder
Kira Yukimura	Charlotte Dubois	AISLE	@natalie	Vienna Mosele

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Nate knew better than to put people who were in relationships together. He wasn't daft. He knew exactly what people got up to in class if they were put together and he wouldn't have it. He put down the whiteboard marker, dusted his hands and sat down behind his desk, planning the lesson and just exactly what they would be covering in the class. 

His head snapped up as he heard someone enter the room. "Good morning, take your seat," he gestured to the board behind him and went back to planning the rest of the lesson. He had only hoped people would show up in time for the lesson.

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Same deal as usual people! Students must post 3 times in order to pass the class. Socialisation does not count! Students who are late will serve detention with Mr Parker. 

[Rosemarie Lidija Dragoslav]

Rose had no real rush to get to school today, but of course the nature walks would probably have to wait until after school. There would be less of a chance that she to class late, and she wasn't fond of being in detention with any teacher. She walked across the streets and through some neighborhoods that she had come to be very familiar from the amounts of times she had traveled them since the school year started. Sometimes, she would be stop to hang out with her little friends, but didn't matter to her much today. Of course, the witch would greet them, but she didn't stop to make conversation.

She walked to the school, and made her way to the locker before anyone could stop her. Rose wasn't one to socialize with anyone, which made it pretty easy to make her way to her locker and then turn to continue her to way to the History classroom. She stepped into the classroom happy when she didn't see anyone in the class yet. She gave Mr. Nate Parker a wave good morning before making her way to her assigned seat.

[Kira Yukimura]

Kira wasn't struggling to control herself today which was a nice change, but she still kept her guard to make sure that the fox wouldn't control her either. She grabbed her backpack on the way out of her house, and hopped into her car to drive to school. It had been awhile since she had felt like she could relax enough not to run into anyone or anything on her way to the school. She parked her car in the school parking lot, and made her way to her locker to grab her supplies for History class. She didn't fancy being late, but sometimes it just ended up happening or just that she was in so much or a pickle that she wouldn't even show up at all.

She walked to her locker, and pulled out her supplies before turning to make her way to the classroom. When she found a senior siting in her seat alone, the kitsune didn't know what to say or do. She reluctantly opened the door to the room, and made her way to her assigned seat while giving the teacher a wave for a greeting.

[Christian Jacob Ryder]

Christian had no reason to try to get to school too early, but he had woken up early that morning for some reason. Maybe it was a dream or nightmare, but he didn't want to go back to sleep. Today he had nothing to do though, so going to school early might just be something he could try doing. It mattered not how tired he was, he just had to pay attention to what was going on around him. He jumped into his car, and started to make his way to the school. Finding a parking spot, he parked his car and made his way to the lockers.

He grabbed his supplies for her History class, and made his way to the classroom. Without checking who was in there already, he opened the door and walked right in. "Good morning Mr. Parker," he greeted the teacher before taking his seat in his assigned seat.

[Vienna Mosele]

Vienna, being her punctual self, woke up early so that she would have time to get ready. She had decided on wearing her white jeans with her oversized pastel blue knit sweater and her simple light brown flats. She didnt feel like going the extra mile with her hair and makeup and decided to leave her hair down with some blush and mascara. She put on some of her mint eos lipbalm and prepared some breakfast. Special K cereal with strawberries and almond milk did the trick. Upon finishing, she filled up her water bottle, grabbed her brown leather bag, and headed out towards her bicycle. Her uncle had gifted her the bicycle when she arrived from Florence. It was rose pink with a small woven basket in the front where she placed her things.

When she got to school, she chained her bike to the bike rack and headed inside. There was still time before class started so she put her belongings in her locker which was coincidentially right across from Chester's. Before she entered the classroom she checked her watch and smiled as she realized that she was right on time (as usual). Vienna glanced at Mr. Parker and looked at the assigned seating. She saw that she would have to sit next to @natalie whom, and Vienna wasn't one to judge, seemed like a huge bitch. She also noticed that Chester was rows away from her but didnt worry because the boy would always find a way to communicate with her. Taking a seat, she waited for class to commence.

[Cassandra Carter]

Cassie hadn't been in a rush like some of the other students around BHHS as they rushed around the hallways, stressing about which classes were about to begin and what they wanted to do with their lives. But she had never been interested in the materialistic things. She couldn't prove what life meant to her, but she certainly wasn't going to stop thinking about the trivial things in life. She stalked her way through the halls, her long, orange hair practically billowing out behind her in a mass wave of curls. Cassandra had definitely been aware of all the boys eyes on her, after all, she was the most popular freshmen Beacon Hills had ever seen.

Cassie had walked through the door to History and saw that there was a seating chart and that she had been stuck with Dunbar again. What was it with these teachers? Did they have to make it their personal mission to annoy the complete crap out of her every day?! But she knew that she had to get past it. He was a Beta now, just like her. The only difference was, he had a pack and she didn't. But still, she never let that get her down. She knew that she was a part of someone's pack because of her father, but her father was considered a low-life, a crumb next to a five course meal. He was nothing and meant nothing to her and that's the way she wanted it to stay.

"Hey Mr Nate Parker," she threw her hand up in a wave as she made herself comfortable in her designated seat. She smiled politely at one of the girls she recognised as Vienna Mosele, the best friend of Chester Ambrosi, one of the more popular students in the Senior year. Cassie had stuffed her cheerleading bag under her chair and pulled out what she needed for the lesson, only hoping that the class would start a lot sooner than she thought to save her from ripping her hair out. But then again, that was Dunbar's job.

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[Scott McCall]

Scott had trudged his way through the hallways that morning, clearly not happy with himself and also trying to figure out who was hunting down all the supernaturals. He had his suspects, Peter Hale being one of them, but why would he have put himself on the list? Scott ran his hands through his cropped, brown hair for probably the hundredth time that morning and sighed is discontent. He had been so confused and just the thoughts of all things "deadpool-y" was giving him a massive migraine.

He walked through the door to the History classroom and smiled in greeting to the teacher, Nate Parker. He had also liked Mr Parker, he was probably the best gym teacher back in his freshmen year and he had always given the greatest advice in regards to Allison. Scott felt a pang go through his chest at the mere thought of his old friend and ex-girlfriend. He would never forget her, as he knew nobody else would either.

He made himself comfortable in his designated seat and waited for the other students to arrive while he continued to think about the deadpool and who could possibly be behind it.

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[Joanna Elysia Bellisario]

Joanna had stumbled her way through the hallways, her being more clumsy than graceful as she eyed the girls who could walk perfectly straight, with their head held high, like they were bred for royalty. She rubbed the hem of her t-shirt between her forefinger and thumb, a daily occurrence for her, as she eyed the clothes the other girls wore. They were rich, they were wanted, they were everything Joanna wasn't. But she didn't mind. She was the witch who had control over the water that ran through the rivers, that lapped at her feet, that fell from the sky and landed in puddles on the sidewalk. She was an Elemental and she didn't care about the trivial, materialistic things, but that didn't stop her from wanting what some of the other girls had.

She had lost her parents in a car crash a couple of years ago and she had been fortunate enough the her cousin was still around to take care of her, because she knew that nobody in their clan would. She wouldn't return to Italy, she just wouldn't. She had barely missed the people that had been scuttling throughout the hallways on their way to different classes, but even though she was probably the clumsiest student that Beacon Hills had ever seen, she was still pretty good at avoiding people when she wanted to.

She had walked through the door of the History classroom and sat down in her designated seat. She had been curious as to why she had been paired with a Senior, but it hadn't been much of a problem for her. "Hello Mr Nate Parker," she had greeted as she pulled out a couple of pens and her notebook. She had been quite interested in the Civil War and she was going to pass this class if had been the last thing she did.

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[Charlotte Dubois]

Charlotte had walked quietly through the halls of Beacon Hills high. Well, as quietly as she possibly could in six inch stilettos, that clicked and clacked on the linoleum floors. Her hair just a mass of electricity as they threatened to make her look like she just went six months in the chair and got released on a good behaviour bond. Although she looked like she had just gone toe to toe with an animal, everyone still idolised her for her sense of fashion.

She had walked through the door of the History classroom and waved in greeting to the teacher. She quickly found her seat and sat down, turning to the person beside her. Charlie would have had to be living under a rock if she didn't know Kira Yukimura. The girlfriend of the Lacrosse captain, Scott McCall.

"Hey, I'm Charlotte, but everyone calls me Charlie," she introduced herself with a chirpy tone, all the while pulling out her notebook and a pen to take notes on what she easily deemed as an interesting lesson.

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[Chester Ambrosi]

Chester woke with a spring in his step until he realized there was only 20 minutes left till the bell rung and his first class started. After that, everything was a whirlwind. He threw on a random pair of clothes that he found on his floor, sprayed on some cologne, brushed his teeth and headed downstairs to the kitchen. There was left over breakfast that the housemaid had probably whipped up but he lost his appetite at the thought of eating oatmeal and opted for an apple instead. "Keys." He said, looking around for where he had left them. "Holy hell, where are my keys?" He searched up and down for nearly 5 minutes before finding them lodged in between the couch cushions in his second living room. He held them up triumphantly, ran out, got into his car, and reached Beacon Hills High School in record time.

When he reached class, he sighed in relief. 2 minutes left on the clock. He walked inside, saw Vienna Mosele almost instantly and smiled. "Hey, Teach!" He said, making finger guns to Mr. Parker before jogging over to the assigned seating chart. The smile he had left as soon as he saw how far away he would be from Vienna. He almost made the move to complain but decided against it, knowing Vienna would not approve of putting too much attention on her. Chester could deal. He hoped. He took a seat beside a blonde he had probably seen around but couldn't recall. "Hey," he whispered, eager to strike up a conversation. "The name's Chester." He said, holding out a hand.

Joanna Elysia Bellisario