Kayley flushed a bright red at Amy's words and muttered something vaguely affirmative and entirely incomprehensible in response.  She slid into her desk and dug out her book, pretending to read as if that would banish the world around her.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Insight</div><div class="spoiler_body">Summary: At 2019-04-16 01:38:55, PerpetuallyAnnoyedCleric (uid: 61108) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=135200)<br/><br/>Full Result: PerpetuallyAnnoyedCleric rolled: 1d20, adding 4 to the total<br/>Comment: Insight<br/>Result: 4,<br/>Total: 8</div></div><br/><br/>Kayley fought a yawn as she sat in chemistry.  Her eyes were heavy, and she barely registered Mr. Vanderbilt's presence even enough to notice that anything might be abnormal.  She respond to the image of the dog with a Cute followed by a Sure.  Sounds fun..  In truth, all she really wanted was to sleep for an eon or two, but she supposed she had to keep up appearances.  She was about to rest her head on her desk when the sound of her name cut through the fog of her disinterest like a horn.<br/><br/>"Huh?"  She answered, blinking blurry eyes at Mr. Vanderbilt.  "Uh, Hydrogen Peroxide?"  She guessed, latching onto the only letter she had heard, the H.<br/><br/>She didn't get why he was picking on her, let him harass one of the nerds in the front row.  She blinked at him, expecting an outburst about how she was wrong and should study more.  As if chemistry was any kind of concern to her.  How many more months until she graduated?<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Alysia was bouncing on her heels in an attempt to warm up.  She was in a good mood, she liked gym, it was relaxing.  She also rather liked the new attitude that had gotten into Clyde.  Risks spiced up life, it was nice for him to grow a pair.  She'd been contemplating dumping him up until that point.<br/><br/>She turned as she heard her name called and fought back a sigh.  She hated having to pick teams, it always made her feel like shit.  So she rattled off the names of the least popular girls, Amy included.  She didn't care if she would win or lose, and maybe it would cheer them up a little.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Presence</div><div class="spoiler_body">Summary: At 2019-04-16 01:49:07, PerpetuallyAnnoyedCleric (uid: 61108) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 17 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=135201)<br/><br/>Full Result: PerpetuallyAnnoyedCleric rolled: 1d20, adding 2 to the total<br/>Comment: Presence<br/>Result: 15,<br/>Total: 17</div></div><br/><br/>As the game began Alysia held back, playing mostly defence as she shouted encouragement and meaningless platitudes.  She wasn't overly impressed by the attitude of the others, but kept at it.  A team needed a leader, not a star player.