Verya:
I put my hand into the fireball and took the key chain from her. I blew on the fire as if blowing it out and it vanished.
I turned to Aviony giving her her prized possession. "Here you are."
I sighed and said, "Now please, I know I'm new and I don't have any right to say this but may I please go to class and please please please can everything be quiet. Just for an hour and then you all can do all your yelling again. Please."
I had hoped I wouldn't be needing to use my witch side at school. I already had enough to deal with anyway. I went to the art room, which I found was right across the classroom we were in and sat down at a desk. I put my head down thinking about everyone back home. I wish I could go back. I hummed to myself as the teacher came in.

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Naomi:

I watched him curiously for a moment, as he seems lost in thought. I walked out of his grasp. "You told me to keep it for you, but you never said for how long." she raised an eyebrow at him. "And I have no doubt that you can get it again, should you wish."

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Aviony beamed. "She got it back!" she said happily. The she turned to her siblings. "EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU ARE TO ACT LIKE CIVILIZED MONSTERS FOR THE REST OF THE DAY UNDERSTAND?" She said sterly.

The Dragons groaned but agreed and continued to class.

"Her flames were amazing." Erindor commented.

The girls rolled their eyes.

Ranuk groaned." Can't you just say she's hot like a normal guy?"

"No." Erindor answered.

Naomi:

I smirked. "When in the presence of others, where I can not roam about freely, yes, I am bored."

Naomi:

I watched him leave. What a curious specimen. He would make a good snake. I turned and walked the other way. It's every man (or woman) to himself (or herself). I thought. That's why I like being alone.

Tim:
"Just follow me." I chuckle a bit, "I took it because I wondered what would happen. It didn't have to be the keychain. It could've been a piece of paper for all I cared."
I reach the room, holding the door open, "I'm what most would call... glad. that it was the keychain I mean. Much more interesting."

Tim:
"Oh please, don't give me that look. Even Death Gods don't like death." I say, glaring, geez you take souls to the other side, suddenly your the bad guy. Not that it mattered. How people saw me was boring, boring, boring. Predictably boring. "Death is so... predictable. Yet everyone's afraid. Everyone expects they'll live for another day, Another week. Another month. Another. Another. Another. But that's not why Death Gods dislike Death."

Tim:
I raise an eyebrow, "Nothing wrong you say? Hmmm..."
I blink and I see the ghost plane, "The blonde human girl, died three hours ten seconds ago. Stole her mom's purse. Cheated on a test two months ago. Brunet, six foot two, died twenty minutes five seconds ago, stole some stuff, mostly off the internet. Threatened his sister once. Lied excessively."
I blink again and the ghost plane disappears, "Everyone dies, Miss Fox, it doesn't matter whether they 'did anything wrong' as you say, but then everyone also does something wrong."
I walk into the classroom.
"Dying is easy Miss Fox, and if you say nobody deserves to die, you're right. Simply because everyone in the end, has death. It is. It's not deserving it or not. Did everyone deserve being concieved? No. Yet you don't question it. Why then, do you question whether they deserve to die? I don't let them die, Miss Fox. They just. Do."

Tim:
I smile toothily, "And who are you, Miss Fox, to say if it was their time or not? I stole a keychain. That is all. By your logic, I also killed the man who slipped on that notebook I dropped and was hit by the truck speeding along.."

Tim:
I grin lightly, "And how was I supposed to know all that? I told you, Verya, I stole it to see what'd happen. When all the factors come together, what'd happen when a variable is... well varied."

Tim:
"Hmph, Alive. Living. What does that matter. In a world of constant change. Living a hundred, a thousand, a million years don't matter. Though, I guess the one thing that doesn't change is how the mind works, which makes everything else so boring. Highbloods and their high strung, superior way. And... people like you. Always sooooo peaceful, until. They. Snap. Do you regret it at all?" I say, refering to whatever violence brought her here, I didn't know what it was exactly, but it was there on the edges of her psyche.

Tim:
"Are you sure?" I say, sitting down the class already started but the teacher just gave a sigh at his already dysfunctional classroom, "Who knows, you could have easily caused a severe trauma, maybe a permanent injury, ever think about it, Foxy?"