In which high school classes are the literal students.
stranger-in-a-strange—land:

i decided to dress up like French and it kind of worked
here you go i suppose c:

((OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH YOU ARE A PERFECT FRENCH AAAAAAA thank you so much aaaaa youre lovely ;u;))

stranger-in-a-strange—land:

i decided to dress up like French and it kind of worked

here you go i suppose c:

((OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH YOU ARE A PERFECT FRENCH AAAAAAA thank you so much aaaaa youre lovely ;u;))

PSYCH: “Sociology has branched out quite a bit and made numerous friends, but I haven’t socialized much. The only person I’ve gotten acquainted with is Health…”

ASTRONOMY: “We’ve all been wonderful! We’re all currently on winter break and we’re all relaxing.”

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((hi everyone!!!! after what seems like forever, this blog is back in business! i got a new tablet for Christmas so i am now able to answer questions with drawings once again! uvu happy holidays everyone!))

German = Klaus
Spanish = Turi
French = Cherise
((As a note, I want to mention that the classes usually refer to each other as their human names, but they occasionally will use their class “nicknames” when being casual or familiar with each other. The language classes especially do this most often.))
 
Turi hadn’t been himself. Nearly a week had passed since he had started acting strangely, but neither he nor Klaus had mentioned it to one another. As a matter of fact, Turi hadn’t even spoken to Klaus since then. They hadn’t shared a hateful glance or even a subtle brush against the hand. Klaus was beginning to worry, so he decided to confront Turi about it. When he found him packing things into his locker, Klaus slammed Turi’s locker shut before he was finished, to catch his attention.
“Hey,” Klaus said, leaning on Turi’s locker with one arm. “What’s your problem?”
“What’s yours?” Turi replied, although not as bitterly as Klaus was expecting.
“You haven’t spoken to me in a week,” Klaus continued.
“Why would I?”
“We’re dating.” Klaus sneered. “You were the one who suggested we date.”
“You were the one that agreed.” Turi looked away and started to walk off, but Klaus pulled him back and put both of his palms on the lockers around Turi to trap him in place.
“Don’t fuck with me, Span…” Klaus lost the anger in his voice and replaced it with a quiet, almost embarrassed tone of concern. He felt his heart suddenly start to thump in his chest, hoping that Turi wouldn’t hear it. Turi sighed and stared at his feet.
“Cherise, she…” Turi started, his voice trailing off. “I didn’t know she felt that way about me…”
“You’re still thinking about that?” Klaus asked, a bit surprised that Turi was so upset by what had happened when everyone found out that Cherise had feelings for him. “Turi, you know that French isn’t upset anymore. Have you even talked to her? She’s doing so much better. Don’t be such a—”
“That’s not why I’m upset,” Turi interrupted. Klaus’s eyebrows knitted together.
“Then why are you?” he asked. Turi inhaled deeply, and then hesitantly flickered his gaze up to Klaus’s. 
“The only reason I didn’t notice her feelings is because of you,” Turi said in a soft voice. “I’ve been…too focused on you to notice anyone else.”
Klaus was speechless. He gulped, looking at Turi with widened eyes, still unsure of what to say to him. He listened to him continue after a few moments of silence. Turi lowered his head and pressed his palms to his eyes.
“Fuck you,” Turi whispered, his voice trembling. “Fuck you for making me fall in love with such a pompous asshole.”
Klaus bit his lip, feeling his heart begin to swell in his chest. Tears had begun to drip from Turi’s eyes, dripping onto Klaus’s shirt. He shook his head, his fists still pressed against his eyes. Klaus reached forward and hugged Turi, tighter than he ever had before. He held him tight against his chest, his arms wrapped around his waist and his chin tucked over Turi’s shoulder. He felt Turi’s chest rise and fall with a heavy breath, his voice crack with a strained sigh, and his heart begin to pound as hard as Klaus’s had been. Turi returned the embrace slowly, but was soon holding Klaus just as tight. 
“I love you, too,” Klaus whispered, his voice muffled by Turi’s neck. He kissed him softly. Turi seemed to melt in his arms, his knees buckling and Klaus having to hold him up. 
“Don’t leave, then,” Turi said weakly. He searched for Klaus’s lips, finding them and caressing them with his own. Klaus felt a small smile form on Turi’s face as he replied.
“I never will.”

German = Klaus

Spanish = Turi

French = Cherise

((As a note, I want to mention that the classes usually refer to each other as their human names, but they occasionally will use their class “nicknames” when being casual or familiar with each other. The language classes especially do this most often.))

 

Turi hadn’t been himself. Nearly a week had passed since he had started acting strangely, but neither he nor Klaus had mentioned it to one another. As a matter of fact, Turi hadn’t even spoken to Klaus since then. They hadn’t shared a hateful glance or even a subtle brush against the hand. Klaus was beginning to worry, so he decided to confront Turi about it. When he found him packing things into his locker, Klaus slammed Turi’s locker shut before he was finished, to catch his attention.

“Hey,” Klaus said, leaning on Turi’s locker with one arm. “What’s your problem?”

“What’s yours?” Turi replied, although not as bitterly as Klaus was expecting.

“You haven’t spoken to me in a week,” Klaus continued.

“Why would I?”

“We’re dating.” Klaus sneered. “You were the one who suggested we date.”

“You were the one that agreed.” Turi looked away and started to walk off, but Klaus pulled him back and put both of his palms on the lockers around Turi to trap him in place.

“Don’t fuck with me, Span…” Klaus lost the anger in his voice and replaced it with a quiet, almost embarrassed tone of concern. He felt his heart suddenly start to thump in his chest, hoping that Turi wouldn’t hear it. Turi sighed and stared at his feet.

“Cherise, she…” Turi started, his voice trailing off. “I didn’t know she felt that way about me…”

“You’re still thinking about that?” Klaus asked, a bit surprised that Turi was so upset by what had happened when everyone found out that Cherise had feelings for him. “Turi, you know that French isn’t upset anymore. Have you even talked to her? She’s doing so much better. Don’t be such a—”

“That’s not why I’m upset,” Turi interrupted. Klaus’s eyebrows knitted together.

“Then why are you?” he asked. Turi inhaled deeply, and then hesitantly flickered his gaze up to Klaus’s.

“The only reason I didn’t notice her feelings is because of you,” Turi said in a soft voice. “I’ve been…too focused on you to notice anyone else.”

Klaus was speechless. He gulped, looking at Turi with widened eyes, still unsure of what to say to him. He listened to him continue after a few moments of silence. Turi lowered his head and pressed his palms to his eyes.

“Fuck you,” Turi whispered, his voice trembling. “Fuck you for making me fall in love with such a pompous asshole.”

Klaus bit his lip, feeling his heart begin to swell in his chest. Tears had begun to drip from Turi’s eyes, dripping onto Klaus’s shirt. He shook his head, his fists still pressed against his eyes. Klaus reached forward and hugged Turi, tighter than he ever had before. He held him tight against his chest, his arms wrapped around his waist and his chin tucked over Turi’s shoulder. He felt Turi’s chest rise and fall with a heavy breath, his voice crack with a strained sigh, and his heart begin to pound as hard as Klaus’s had been. Turi returned the embrace slowly, but was soon holding Klaus just as tight.

“I love you, too,” Klaus whispered, his voice muffled by Turi’s neck. He kissed him softly. Turi seemed to melt in his arms, his knees buckling and Klaus having to hold him up.

“Don’t leave, then,” Turi said weakly. He searched for Klaus’s lips, finding them and caressing them with his own. Klaus felt a small smile form on Turi’s face as he replied.

“I never will.”

English = Alex
Drawing = Sorrel
 
“You’re doing it wrong,” Sorrel muttered under his breath.
“Uh, excuse me?” Alex snapped, lifting her pencil. “What do you know about writing, exactly?”
“I know that you’re supposed to indent every paragraph when you write an essay, duh,” Sorrel retorted. He rolled his eyes at her. Alex raised her hand and smacked him over the head.
“Not every line, you moron! This isn’t a new paragraph!”
“Well, maybe if you knew how to use transitions, I would have known that!” Sorrel rubbed his head in pain from where Alex had hit him. She exclaimed in disgust, shaking her head.
“Will you please shut up for a few minutes?” Alex hissed. “I really don’t know why you’re even here. Don’t you have something better to be doing?”
“I have nothing to do,” Sorrel replied, stretching out on the desk in front of him. He laid himself over all of Alex’s writing and planted his face to the table.
“Get off of my desk!”
“Come on, let’s go do something,” Sorrel whined. “This is so boring.”
“I never asked you to come watch me write an essay!” Alex spat. She let out a heavy sigh and rubbed her temples. “You’re really annoying.”
“You’re a bitch,” Sorrel murmured, twirling his fingers in the air with his face still flat on the desk. Alex smacked the back of his head again and he winced in pain, curling up with his face between his knees and his hands on his head. She couldn’t help but giggle a bit at him. 
“Fine, we can go do something, but you have to get off my goddamn paper first,” Alex said, poking Sorrel’s shoulder and nudging him to get off of the desk. Sorrel muttered something and rose from the desk, his hair ruffled and his face red from where he had pressed it on the table. Alex giggled again as she packed up her things and put them back into her bag. Once she had finished, Alex took Sorrel’s hand into her own and stood up, pulling him along.
“Come on,” she whined, imitating Sorrel’s complaints. “It’s so boring here.”
“I didn’t sound like that!” he shot back. Although his voice was angry, Sorrel couldn’t help but smile at her. Alex began to laugh.
“You’re a dumbass,” Sorrel said, grinning as he gently shoved Alex. She gave him a peck on his cheek.
“You are, too.”

English = Alex

Drawing = Sorrel

 

“You’re doing it wrong,” Sorrel muttered under his breath.

“Uh, excuse me?” Alex snapped, lifting her pencil. “What do you know about writing, exactly?”

“I know that you’re supposed to indent every paragraph when you write an essay, duh,” Sorrel retorted. He rolled his eyes at her. Alex raised her hand and smacked him over the head.

“Not every line, you moron! This isn’t a new paragraph!”

“Well, maybe if you knew how to use transitions, I would have known that!” Sorrel rubbed his head in pain from where Alex had hit him. She exclaimed in disgust, shaking her head.

“Will you please shut up for a few minutes?” Alex hissed. “I really don’t know why you’re even here. Don’t you have something better to be doing?”

“I have nothing to do,” Sorrel replied, stretching out on the desk in front of him. He laid himself over all of Alex’s writing and planted his face to the table.

“Get off of my desk!”

“Come on, let’s go do something,” Sorrel whined. “This is so boring.”

“I never asked you to come watch me write an essay!” Alex spat. She let out a heavy sigh and rubbed her temples. “You’re really annoying.”

“You’re a bitch,” Sorrel murmured, twirling his fingers in the air with his face still flat on the desk. Alex smacked the back of his head again and he winced in pain, curling up with his face between his knees and his hands on his head. She couldn’t help but giggle a bit at him.

“Fine, we can go do something, but you have to get off my goddamn paper first,” Alex said, poking Sorrel’s shoulder and nudging him to get off of the desk. Sorrel muttered something and rose from the desk, his hair ruffled and his face red from where he had pressed it on the table. Alex giggled again as she packed up her things and put them back into her bag. Once she had finished, Alex took Sorrel’s hand into her own and stood up, pulling him along.

“Come on,” she whined, imitating Sorrel’s complaints. “It’s so boring here.”

“I didn’t sound like that!” he shot back. Although his voice was angry, Sorrel couldn’t help but smile at her. Alex began to laugh.

“You’re a dumbass,” Sorrel said, grinning as he gently shoved Alex. She gave him a peck on his cheek.

“You are, too.”

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((Ava is Health, Jason is Phys Ed and Shiloh is Health Club!))
 
“Shiloh! Shiloh?” Ava called for him, but there was no answer. She wondered where he was if the daycare room was empty. She started to get worried; Shiloh sometimes wandered off on his own and got into trouble. 
“Oh, jeez,” Ava muttered to herself, shaking her head. “Now what am I going to do?”
“Something wrong?”
Ava turned around and smiled when she saw Jason standing in the doorway of the daycare room. He had his backpack slung over his shoulder.
“Where’s Shiloh?” Jason asked her, looking around the empty room. Shiloh’s bag and lunch box were sitting at a small table beside the wall, but Shiloh was nowhere to be found. 
“I don’t know,” Ava sighed. “I really wish the others wouldn’t let him wander off…”
“Hey, don’t sweat it!” Jason assured her. He held out his hand to her. “We’ll find Shiloh.”
Ava smiled and took Jason’s hand, feeling a bit reassured that he would help her find her sibling. He cared just as much about Shiloh as Ava did, and he was just like an older brother to him. Ava picked up Shiloh’s bag and lunch box from the table, and then she and Jason walked from the daycare room, hand-in-hand.
“I bet Shi is just playing with the other kids,” Jason said.
“I just wish he would wait for me after school before he went running off,” Ava complained. She squeezed Jason’s hand and he pulled her closer. “But thanks for always helping with Shiloh, Jason. He really looks up to you, I hope you know.”
“I love you, so of course I’d help out with your little sib,” Jason said with a smile. Ava felt herself blush a bit. She reached up to kiss Jason’s cheek, but she was cut off when Jason stopped walking. Ava turned her head to see what Jason had stopped for, and saw a small child in a green sweater standing in the hallway in front of them.
“You only like me because of Ava?” Shiloh asked in a quiet voice. Ava gulped and looked to Jason. He released Ava’s hand and walked over to Shiloh, kneeling down beside him.
“I love you just as much as Ava, Shiloh,” Jason said, brushing some hair from Shiloh’s eyes.
“But you only play with me because Ava is my sister,” he protested, avoiding Jason’s gaze.
“That’s not why.” Jason gave Shiloh a gentle smile. “I love you for you. You’re as much of a family to me as Ava is. You guys are my best friends!”
“Really?” Shiloh asked quietly, looking up at Jason.
“Of course!” Jason replied. He picked up Shiloh into his arms and gave him a big hug. “Let’s all go home and we can make cookies together like I promised. Okay?”
“Sugar-free cookies,” Ava corrected him, giving both of them a smile. Shiloh laughed, hugging Jason around his neck. “Okay,” he said. Ava walked back over to the two of them and took Jason’s hand again.
“Thanks, Jason,” she whispered as they began to walk. He smiled at her and gave her a peck on the cheek.
“No prob.”

((Ava is Health, Jason is Phys Ed and Shiloh is Health Club!))

 

“Shiloh! Shiloh?” Ava called for him, but there was no answer. She wondered where he was if the daycare room was empty. She started to get worried; Shiloh sometimes wandered off on his own and got into trouble.

“Oh, jeez,” Ava muttered to herself, shaking her head. “Now what am I going to do?”

“Something wrong?”

Ava turned around and smiled when she saw Jason standing in the doorway of the daycare room. He had his backpack slung over his shoulder.

“Where’s Shiloh?” Jason asked her, looking around the empty room. Shiloh’s bag and lunch box were sitting at a small table beside the wall, but Shiloh was nowhere to be found.

“I don’t know,” Ava sighed. “I really wish the others wouldn’t let him wander off…”

“Hey, don’t sweat it!” Jason assured her. He held out his hand to her. “We’ll find Shiloh.”

Ava smiled and took Jason’s hand, feeling a bit reassured that he would help her find her sibling. He cared just as much about Shiloh as Ava did, and he was just like an older brother to him. Ava picked up Shiloh’s bag and lunch box from the table, and then she and Jason walked from the daycare room, hand-in-hand.

“I bet Shi is just playing with the other kids,” Jason said.

“I just wish he would wait for me after school before he went running off,” Ava complained. She squeezed Jason’s hand and he pulled her closer. “But thanks for always helping with Shiloh, Jason. He really looks up to you, I hope you know.”

“I love you, so of course I’d help out with your little sib,” Jason said with a smile. Ava felt herself blush a bit. She reached up to kiss Jason’s cheek, but she was cut off when Jason stopped walking. Ava turned her head to see what Jason had stopped for, and saw a small child in a green sweater standing in the hallway in front of them.

“You only like me because of Ava?” Shiloh asked in a quiet voice. Ava gulped and looked to Jason. He released Ava’s hand and walked over to Shiloh, kneeling down beside him.

“I love you just as much as Ava, Shiloh,” Jason said, brushing some hair from Shiloh’s eyes.

“But you only play with me because Ava is my sister,” he protested, avoiding Jason’s gaze.

“That’s not why.” Jason gave Shiloh a gentle smile. “I love you for you. You’re as much of a family to me as Ava is. You guys are my best friends!”

“Really?” Shiloh asked quietly, looking up at Jason.

“Of course!” Jason replied. He picked up Shiloh into his arms and gave him a big hug. “Let’s all go home and we can make cookies together like I promised. Okay?”

Sugar-free cookies,” Ava corrected him, giving both of them a smile. Shiloh laughed, hugging Jason around his neck. “Okay,” he said. Ava walked back over to the two of them and took Jason’s hand again.

“Thanks, Jason,” she whispered as they began to walk. He smiled at her and gave her a peck on the cheek.

“No prob.”

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