Sage found himself somewhat bored during the next class....it was interesting, sure, but it was also very basic. He could learn and recite this stuff on his sleep. He half paid attention, answering questions absentmindedly when the teacher called on him.....which was a lot. Probably to pick on him. Whatever ....he wouldn't answer wrong. The bell rang soon enough though, and he was on to the next class. He sighed when he noticed the same girl as before...she'd be a handful, he'd figured out, and he slumped into the corner as far away from her as possible, not that he figured it would even matter.

Florida grinned when she saw her old friend. The girls talked for a while before class started then even continued through Spanish. The teacher got mad at them for talking in english during class so they attempted to speak Spanish until the bell rang. The two parted ways at the door, which saddned Flo a little. She shrugged it off and walked into the next class. She sat down at her assigned seat- in the back and two seats away from the boy she had poured ice cold water on- then pulled her books out again. This time, instead of just staring at it, she opened the hardcover and emersed herself in the pages of Bookish Boyfriends: A Date With Darcy. Florida skipped the part of the book because she didn't like it and settled in her desk, skimming until she found the best part. She was the most popular girl in the school, but when her friends weren's around or if no one aid attention to her, she would flip the switch and become her normal self. The popularity was just a game and she knew that, but she enjoyed playing it until she couldn't handle everyone looking up to her.

Sage kept a wary eye on the girl this time around, when she sat down next to him. She didn't seem too interested in him though, thankfully, so he started to ignore her after a while, using the notebook he had to sketch out some things....mostly biology related, after the other class period had taken place. Things like old human anatomy charts, detailed drawings of certain systems, things like that. He'd sketched out other things too....his family, some random things he'd seen around the school, stuff like that. They were just quick sketches, but he could make drawings and paintings look like pictures they were so good ....he'd been able to do that for a while. Of course, art supplies cost money....money he and his family didn't have. That was why when he wasn't at school, he was at work at a local hospital. And when he wasn't at that, he was stealing to meet the gaps in the budget and feed them all. He'd really only been hired since he could get paid almost nothing but still work as well as anyone else....and when creatures came in, the human doctors could walk away and hand the chart to him. It was a busy life, and he was always hungry and tired and such.....but it could be worse, he supposed. He just wasn't sure how.

Florida had been sucked in her own world until she finished the book. She sighed and placed the book down on her desk. Just a few more minutes until class ended. She glanced around the room for a minute until her eyes landed on the boy again. She stared at the notebook for a split second, silently in awe. before she could even process what she was doing being amazed at what he had drawn, she was already standing up and pushing his notebook over the side of the desk. Flo shrugged "sorry beast boy" she said with a flick of her hair. the bell rang and she lifted her bag and book, walking out the door with a sway of her hips

Sage had barely noticed the bell ring, though he certainly noticed when his notebook was shoved off the desk by the same girl as before. He grit his teeth together, muscles in his jaw jumping as he fought against the growl he so wanted to let out. Evidently, she was going to make his life very difficult. He scooped the notebook up though, and marched to his next class, anger burning in his chest. He obviously couldn't do anything about her though. She wasn't the worst, by far, as plenty of kids threw things at him and such. Even some of the teachers did. Some even tried to get him to fight them, which was stupid. He could break them easily and he knew it. Which was exactly why he just walked past them and into his next class.

Florida couldn't wait for this class to end. She had walked in and was already bored by the time she had found her seat. She sighed and watched the clock spin circles until finally it was lunch time. She made her way to the lockers, passing the kid she had taken the pencil from that morning. Florida grabbed her lunch just as the intercom blurted out a few words. "Miss Florida, can you please come to the office?" she rolled her eyes and stood, leaving her food with her friends. Flo passed the windows and shook her head. What did her mom want? She pushed the office door open then put her hands on her hips. "Hey Flo" her mom greeted. "surely you didn't come all the way down here just to say hi" she snapped. "Don't you dare speak to me like that, young lady." Flo shrunk away, her eyes downcast. "I came to tell you that I can't leave your first period teacher. you are just going to have to deal with it." Florida gaped at her mother. "Go" the older woman commanded and Flo turned on her heel and speed-walked to lunch. She sat down at the table, suddenly not hungry and just stared at the food on her plate

Sage had sat down in the next class, in a seat in the corner as usual. Of course, he didn't pay much attention then either, and so when the bell rang he was up and out again. It was lunch next, which was always a pain in the ass. He didn't have extra food to bring ....and he didn't exactly have money to pay for school lunch either. Heck, they were so poor they didn't have to even pay for his education through high school. It was sort of embarrassing, really, but he didn't really talk to anyone. He didn't interact either, except for when they bought him out to be rediculous. He was used to it though, and while it was annoying, he knew his place. He didn't like it, but he knew it, and he stayed in it. Most of the time. When he didn't, he didn't really do it out in the open anyway. So, he just sat in the shadow of the corner of the lunchroom, sketching again, trying to distract himself from his stomach, which was about ready to eat itself. It was a normal feeling, but it never got better. Eventually though, the hunger pains died down to just a terrible ache....they always did, that's how you know you're really starving. He ate enough to go to school and work...but just barely. He was big because he was a were wolf, but he was skinny, and definitely wasn't as bulky as the stories told even when he was fed. It was an annoying stereotype, nothing more. Of course, he was strong and faster than people, and had much better senses....but that didn't help much.

Florida was greatful for the bell, ready to get home and be finished with the day. She walked into her technology class and watched as the news channel came onto the screen. War was brewing south of the town and it was escalating quickly. Firearms were being substituted with bombs and cities were being destroyed. the part that scared Flo the most was the fact that the war was moving north... and fast. She shuddered and sat in her desk. The teacher began talking about how the television was a great way to share news and how we would be caught off guard if the television hadn't been invented years ago. Florida rolled her eyes and stared out the window.

Sage had scurried out of the lunchroom quickly, and then to work since he had the early release schedule so he could provide for the family, as his father just sat on his butt and drank them out of house and home. Literally. But he slipped into the hospital quietly, changing into his scrubs and lab coat, and then moving to begin rounds and pick up patients that were waiting for him. It was funny, to be called Dr. acker, as he was still technically in high school, but he'd worked here long enough to go through the residency course with the older people, so he already had that degree. He just needed to finish high school. The TV in the docta lounge showed the war escalating in the south, and he sighed, watching the commotion for a moment as he walked past on his way out. War meant a lot of injuries, and a lot of death. Just because he worked mostly as a trauma doctor/surgeon didn't mean he wanted or needed an influx of traumas due to a war setting showing up at his home.

It went like that for another few weeks, the war getting closer and closer as time went on. It was only a few miles from them now, and the hospital had been getting slammed with traumas. He'd been kept busy, and hadn't been at school the past few days. He was on his lunch break now, cigarette clenched between his tired teeth, and he decided to walk over to the school yard. There were people out there, that he stayed away from, lingering in the trees, watching them. What would it be like to have a normal life? He didn't know. He wanted to. He glanced down at his scrubs, which still has blood on them from the surgery he'd just gotten out of. He'd have to get back soon...but it was nice to be outside where life was, mostly, still normal. As normal as it could be.

(I was thinking maybe she sees him out there and comes out to bug him, and that's when it's bombed?)

The class was just as boring as Florida had imagined, but she didn't mind. She watched the war on the TV, wondering if her grandfather would tell her stories had he have made it a few more years. She sighed and looked at the window again. The world looked so peaceful from here. How could anything bad be on its way?

Flo stepped outside and took a breath, pulling her brown hair into a ponytail. her friends crowded around her as she sat at a picnic table. She turned her head and spotted a guy watching the students from a little bit away. She smirked as she recognized the boy. "I need to go to the bathroom" she said but the kids ignored her... for once. She shrugged and walked over to him, but before she got to the edge of the yard, she heard a whistle sound. She turned and was thrown back, crashing into the ground. her ears were ringing but she could hear the sound of screaming and crying. "what-" something exploded and that's when it clicked: the war had arrived and they were being bombed. Florida pulled herself to her feet, the adrenaline making her ignore the pain in one of her legs. She ran to where the boy had been before, clutching to a nearby tree for dear life