French for "delinquents" [OPEN]

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The recognizable, wild-haired youth of lanky build strut into the classroom 'fashionably' late - that being a little over 15 minutes. His head held high like some arrogant punk, he turned and hunched over briefly to cast a dark look out the door behind him at the security guard standing in the hall.

If the Level Four had had his way, he wouldn't have shown up for French class at all. Devan did not skip class all that frequently, but did so with considerable strategy so that no one teacher took issue with his absences. For the most part, time he spent skipping class was time he spent exploring the school; although his excuse of getting lost whenever he was caught in the halls wasn't going to pass for much longer. Already security was getting familiar with him.

Striding to his seat near the back, he glanced for only a moment at the teacher - with zero apology in his black-brown eyes - before sitting. Devan sat slouched with his legs sprawled under the desk. He was interested enough in learning other languages, but he was not very good at it, especially taking into account his dyslexia. And the boy recognized this, so as much as he wanted to learn French, he felt it was useless to invest much effort into the class. It's been said speech and language are on the same side of the brain as math, and if that was the case it didn't offer Devan much hope because he wasn't any good at math either. Of course, it didn't help he never spoke - not to his roommates, not to teachers or security, not at lunch, and not in French. When Miss Doyle would have the class recite French vocabulary and phrases, Devan's lips didn't so much as twitch. Though he would write out assigned class presentations - with innumerable grammatical flaws and the handwriting of a second grader - he would never actually present them, and so would only ever receive half the grade.

Ignoring the eyes he could feel on him, Devan occupied his gaze picking at his nails in his lap. There had been an ominous silence upon his entrance that suggested he was about to get told off for his tardiness, so he kept his eyes glued downward. A very faintly troubled look hovered over his features, his brows just slightly knit and his lips puckered into a small frown.

[rayne]

(to be honest, I don't know much french v.v
And I don't have much of a muse right now D: Did my best)

Brianna was at her desk looking over the agenda for the day, the class was silent and in their seats waiting for her instructions or, to start class. She sat there itently she knew she was missing a student and was waiting a few minutes before starting class. She then stepped outside in the hallway for a quick minute. She gave a small smirk as she spotted the security gaurd bringing the boy down the hall and she re- entered the classroom and looked over the class who decided to get quiet as soon as she entered the room. She smiled and said "Bonjour étudiant's" as she paced the room looking at everyone with her hands behind her back. She smiled at them, not wanting to "intimidate" any of them. Not like she would, most students don't care for the teachers here. She was at the back of the class when Devan had entered the room. She waited for him to sit down and paced slowly around the classroom even more, and her eyes were gazing upon him. She wasn't sure why, but she was sure he liked to either be late to his classes, or skip them. And she was determined for him not to skip her classes. She knew he didn't speak, but she would surely find a way. She wore a black skirt and a white long sleeved button up t-shirt with the sleeves folded to her elbows, and black heels. Her hair was down and she wore very light make up, she stared at him and then asked "Would you like to tell me why you are late today Mr. Miyamoto?". She had made her way back to her desk and leaned against it waiting for his reply.. she then said "I will not continue this class until you give me an answer.." she said, firmly but nicely at the same time. She knew there wasn't going to be an answer, but she was hoping for one.. she then added "You'll enjoy the double homework you get tonight.. and I would like if you present what you have written for me in class tomorrow" she then took a glance out the window, she knew this wasn't going to break him, but she wanted to try.. she inhaled deeply and took her seat behind the desk.

[animalityopera]

( Google Translate, bro. )

"Would you like to tell me why you are late today, Mr. Miyamoto?"
Devan made no move to look at the teacher as she referred to him. His dark eyes remained on the hands in his lap, his expression going completely blank as if he couldn't even hear Miss Doyle. He hated when teachers called students by 'Mr's and 'Miss's - like a classroom was that formal of an atmosphere or like they were pulling students to that level of respect. 'Mr. Miyamoto' was his damned father.
"I will not continue this class until you give me an answer..."
At this a subtle smile played across the Level Four's face. It was funny to him when teachers tried to make him speak; especially when they tried hard. This tactic had been attempted at his old high school once, but all that came of it was a long, silent class period that ended in his getting a detention. That was fine by him, and if any of the other students here shared his attitude they would be grateful. It would be a boring class period... but an easy one. So far it seemed the rest of the class was free from homework, another reason for them to be grateful, and Devan didn't mind extra homework because it wasn't like he had anything else to do. He had no social life to tend to and no hobbies to spend his time on besides killing whatever school pests he could hunt down.

Just as there was no hope of his answering her question, there was no hope of his presenting his homework tomorrow - and he knew Miss Doyle knew it. He still did not look at her as she sat down. Some of the class was eyeing him just in case by some miracle he did answer, as none of them had ever seen him speak before, but most knew there was no chance and just settled into their seats to take to fidgeting or doodling. Someone's sigh was all that slipped through the silence after a few minutes.