Hanging By A Moment [Closed]

High school.
The integral part of a youth’s life. It was the deciding factor in the future of the next generation – it had to be preserved.
And protected.
Distracted by their busy remaining years, students gathered within their classrooms, taking haphazard notes and scrawling what little they could upon the blank papers before them. Although exam season was a debatably distant future, adolescents of all walks of life understood that the teachers would not clearly recap knowledge and understanding the second time around.
The bustling future muttered between selective whispers and open class interactions. English teacher, Mr Pike, had been running through the exam layout. He specialised in both literature and language – but the beauty of novels always had him inspired over the perceptions of speech patterns. Shakespeare and Wordsworth were music to his elfish ears – he could recite the tempest and re-enact the immortalised play.
He was popular amongst the school. Colleagues found it comfortable and easy to get along with him, despite his initial intimidating impact. The teenagers on the other hand; they adored him, for all of his worth. Analysing his mannerisms to the small colloquial phrases he might’ve slipped between his professional speak – the students tolerated the harshness of the subject for him to be their extract. Amongst the various years of high school, an ever-changing selection of nicknames were thrown from student to student – everyone knew them – and everyone agreed.
Soft hazel orbs floated over the pairs of eyes that watched his every movement. Although he was not aware fully of the attention that he received, Joey Pike could not deny that there was always a constant surveillance on him. He happily chose to block It away as just the CCTV cameras.
- But there wasn’t anyone who did not know that the cameras were a dud.
“On the way out of the classroom, I would appreciate that each of you hand me your assignments on the way out – you all know what to expect, nevertheless, any questions and I’ll be free to answer,”
His casually suited body staged refuge, beside the only exit, patiently.

Narcissus had been delighted to hear the chimes of the school bell. It was undoubtedly sweet knowing that class was over – science was difficult, regardless how easily some could understand it – there was an extensive need to memorise knowledge and that, as scientifically suggested (and ironically at that) involved human limits that all of the students catered to.
Slipping her folders chaotically between each other, her slender limps glided into her secure and casual hooded jacket. It was then her backpack followed suit, craning weight on one shoulder and the balanced between two. Her eagerness to leave the classroom resulted in her dashing off, first through the heavy laboratory door – not difficult with her looming height- but in a clumsy, foolish act of forgetting her prized possession.
The immersive headphones.
Unable to enjoy even the journey home without melodic symphony bombarding her ears in an enigmatic way, her heels twisted against the flooring – a brief squeak of her trainers signifying her attempts to return and rescue her saviour.
Her mission was to get in and get out, and she could already see her headphones from the class door; her faded presence hoping to remain that way.

(Apologies if it isn't very good. I have not roleplayed on mibba in a long time and I'm not sure as to how to begin. If there any certain things you want to mention - such as a certain way you want me to play him then definitely send me a message and I'll try my best! Again - apologies!)