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Shotgun Sallie
Wicked Demigod
- It had been one hell of a morning for Renee, and she was only just walking in the door to Morton High School. From the moment she got up that morning, nothing seemed to go right. Her Scottish Terrier Toby had thrown up in the hallway, the hot water in the shower was hardly above ice cold, and a variety of other nonsense. It wasn't how she wanted her day to go, but before she was even getting into her car, Renee felt utterly exhausted, only to discover a very flat tire. The chaos of the morning ceased once she walked up to the front of the building. She'd always been the academic in her family, in her circle of friends. She cherished libraries and lecture halls, needless to say she'd been the brainy kid and the valedictorian of her graduating class from Morton to be more specific. This was her hometown and her old high school, though a great deal had changed since her time spent there as a student. Memories flooded the hallways, and even though some renovations had changed it's appearance, the layout was still generally the same. Stepping through the double doors near the office, she let out a sigh, tea in one hand and her bags in the other. Despite her morning, she was ready to face the day, even though there was a lingering worry that things would only get worse from here.
Like always, Renee was early, and see enjoyed the peaceful silence of the school as she strolled down to the history wing and to her classroom. Fumbling with her keys, she let herself in, flicking on the lights to survey her domain. The classroom was well kept, the desks in perfect rows and nothing was ever out of place. Unlike some teachers who kept their areas cluttered and messy, Renee's desk was clean and tidy, few personal items on the desk too. If there was one thing she liked, it was keeping her private life very private. But it was more about keeping her personal affairs away from interfering with students and work responsibilities. She had never been one to talk about her husband very much, only on rare occasions if the subject came up. And at one point she used to proudly sport a pretty large diamond engagement ring and a wedding band on her left hand, though it was absent from her hand. She'd only mentioned to the divorce to those who needed to know, namely the principal who would change over her information within the system and send in the change in her tax forms. As it was, when her students were to address her they'd been instructed to call her Ms. Cambridge, having decided against taking her husband's last name and choosing not to go by Mrs. She felt her relationship status shouldn't determine her title, and once she obtained her PhD back when she turned twenty nine, she requested they address her as Dr. Cambridge, as she'd worked so hard to obtain such a title. Even when her own divorce was going through it's proceedings three years ago, she kept it very much to herself, even when she needing to call out and have a substitute come in. She hid her own heartache as she dealt with it in the middle of the school year, and only during that time had her temper and patience ever flared. Renee wasn't known to give detentions, her punishments were usually more creative in nature, often requesting research papers or work in place of it. But there was a small string of detentions given out when she had lost her patience with student shenanigans she'd at first tried to calmly put an end to, it wasn't until the students declined to stop that behavior had she finally shouted out they owed her a detention. But even then, no one really knew what was going on, save for Renee's young niece Catherine. It had been the precocious then eleven year old who had discovered her uncle's infidelity, and though she did it with reluctance, she reported what she saw back to Renee.
Michael Fitzpatrick, that was her ex-husbands name, a dentist from the next town over who had one day decided his already younger and attractive wife was too distracted from their relationship by her academic pursuits. But instead of discussing it with her like an adult, he sought comfort in his leggy barely twenty one year old receptionist, and chose to act as if Renee was the one to blame for it. The confrontation had been humiliating for her, and it was then and only for a moment did Renee question whether or not her love of academia would ruin every potential relationship. Despite being broken hearted and angry, she decided the blame didn't fall on her love of knowledge or education, but on the pigheaded man she'd married. Once upon a time he loved the fact she was so intelligent, so driven. But it seemed that once they were married he was expecting a housewife and that the scholar in her should have faded away. They would argue on occasion about her own pursuits, him claiming that she wasn't taking any time to consider having children, something he wanted. It wasn't that Renee disliked children or didn't want any of her own, all she wanted to do was wait until she finished her PhD. All she wanted was to finish what she started, but apparently waiting was too much for her to ask.
Sighing as she surveyed what Renee declared was her domain, she set down her tea after taking a long sip, and proceeded to prepare herself for the academic day. She placed her coat in the closet towards the back of the room, along with her purse. Her briefcase was propped against the desk, waiting to be unpacked, freshly graded reports and tests where inside waiting to be passed out. If there was one thing Dr. Cambridge was known for, it was that she was prompt about returning grades, feedback, and of course updates on your standing in her class. At the beginning of each year, she would go over her syllabus with that class and stress that there was no excuse for not knowing how you were doing in her class, as she made a point to layout her grading scale and the point value of every assignment she gave her students.
Once she was settled, Renee sat herself down at her desk with a sigh. Her door propped open, and her desk parallel to it so she could see out into the hallway at passersby. Before long, she had papers piled on her desk, and she was rolling about in her desk chair getting herself ready for the day. Her glasses where pushed onto her face, that morning she'd accidentally washed one of her last contacts down the sink. It was rough morning, but she had a smile on her face, wanting to put forth the effort to improve both her mood and the potential outcome of the day. However her cell phone began to chirp, rattling it's way across her desk. Reaching out she noticed it was her oldest brother Ryan, and she put the phone to her ear. Ryan was her niece Catherine's father, and the oldest of the five Cambridge children. Though as Ryan spoke, the smile Renee had been forcing herself to wear withered and turned into a pout. The conversation was short lived, but it ruined any chance that Renee would be in a better mood. Hanging up the phone, in a brief flicker of anger, she slammed her fist down on the desk causing the contents to rattle and her tea to tip over fall to the floor. "Dammit," she muttered under her breath, pushing herself up to tend to the mess she just made. But her head was starting to ache, and anger and hurt started to course through her veins. Her selfish ex husband thought it would be a good idea to invite his former brother in laws to his wedding, to the same woman he had cheated on Renee with. It was a painful little dig at her, and she knew that her brothers would all decline, but it was the fact Michael had invited them was what got to her.
ooc;Most of this is just blah - blah - blah backstory. DX
Sorry it's probably dull and a bit long.
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Shotgun Sallie
Wicked Demigod
- "Come on Catie, get up or you're going to be late for school!" Catie's father shouted from the kitchen, to which Catie could only respond with a soft groan as she popped her tired head out from under her quilt. She'd hit snooze on her alarm clock about three times, but there was no hitting snooze when it came to her father alarm clock. "I'm up!" she shouted back, though it was accompanied by a growl of irritation. Rolling over, she stared up at her ceiling and the multitude of small glow in the dark stars that covered it. She'd spent hours putting those small stickers up with the help of her dad, and once it was dark they revealed carefully placed constellations that they planned out. Pushing herself up and out of bed, Catie yawned, half heartily trudging to her bathroom to shower away the rest of her exhaustion and to get ready for the day. She had a habit of just barely making it to the bus, and today would be no exception. Washing away the sleep from her body, she got dressed and was quick to take the stairs two at a time until she hopped from the last step to the kitchen. "Breakfast is on the table," her father said, pouring himself a cup of coffee before sitting down opposite her at the small table.
It was just Catie and her father now, at least for now. Catie's mom had passed away some time ago, around the time she turned seven. That left Catie and her older brother Joey, who was presently away at school, and her dad in the large house. Left to his own devices, Catie's father had become quite the cook, trying to make up for the excellent meals his wife used to make for him and the kids. But things weren't the same, and for Catie, it was kind of a struggle. Aside from her aunt, she was the only girl in the family as it seemed the Cambridge boys had a difficult time making daughters. Renee was the only girl out of a five children, and Catie was the only niece and granddaughter out of a total of eight cousins. Being the only girl was far from pleasant, but at least she had her Aunt Rey, who'd become the mother figure that was currently guiding Catie through the awkwardness of high school and teenage years. Most people would have disliked sharing their high school with a relative as a teacher, but she loved it, finding there would be someone there if she ever needed a little bit of advice at the last minute. "So, are you taking Dana out again. She's nice," she asked her father, who had only recently bothered to really try dating again, mostly after being pushed by his two children. Though Catie missed her mother a great deal, and she knew just how much the loss impacted not only her but her father, she desperately wanted her dad to be happy again. Maybe it was all of the romantic comedies that she spent her free time watching, but Catie had taken to playing matchmaker, or at least encouraging people around her to try and date. Her dad was one of those people, but he seemed happier, and that was what mattered. "This saturday, if that's alright with you. I'll leave money for pizza and you can have a few friends over, no boys--" Her father said, as if he needed permission from his daughter to go out in the first place. She could only laugh, nodding her head as she finished off a piece of toast.
Once she finished her food, Catie placed her empty plate into the dishwasher and headed for the door. She stopped when a pale lavender colored envelope caught her eye, it was sitting on the top of the small pile of mail from the day before, and it was certainly out of place. Though it wasn't addressed to her, she was shamefully curious. Picking it up, she found it was already opened, and she tugged out an unfortunately beautifully done invitation. Her blue eyes scanned over the elegant script, and it was then her expression turned from one of interest to pure disgust. "Jerk," she muttered, shoving the invitation back into the envelope. It was from her ex-uncle Mike, inviting his former brother in law to his wedding. It made Catie's blood boil, and her hands curled up into tiny, angry fists. How dare he consider inviting his former in-laws to his wedding, did he really think any of them wanted anything to do with him? He'd broken her aunt's heart, and absolutely betrayed any and all trust Catie once had for him. After all, she'd been the one to stumble upon him locking lips with his trampy little receptionist. She let out and angry huff, and then guilt pooled into her. It was all Catie's fault anyways, the reason her aunt was divorced, she was the one who had told her. But how could Catie keep that to herself? She loved her aunt, considering her a best friend and also the closest thing to a mother she had. It wasn't her fault, but she felt as though the burden of making her aunt happy rested on her shoulders ever since then. But her attention shifted from the invitation, to the sound of the bus laboring down the street.
Soon enough, Catie was scrambling out the door and was barely catching the bus on time. Seated towards the front, she took that time to listen to her music, watching as the grey of the morning passed by, waiting for the day to really start. The morning wasn't off to a spectacular start, and she could only hope the rest of the day would improve. At least she ate a real breakfast, not that she could say the same for the other kids on the bus who were munching away on poptarts and granola bars. Once she got to school, Catie shrugged off her jacket and made her way to her locker, busy shoving things in that she wouldn't need until later as the dull murmur of early morning gossip filled the air around her. Who was dating who, who failed what test, and all the other nonsense that came with high school. Sometimes this place felt like a blur, and on a rare occasion was way too much like a teen comedy with characters that were way too self aware. "Well, this is as good as it's going to get." she sighed, glancing into the small mirror hanging in her locker door, brushing a strand of her blonde locks behind her ear.
ooc; This one is kind of boring too. >.< sorry.
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Ms Fatal Mistake
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- There she was, Alvina Phillips, star of her own dance show, poppin and lockin all over the place showing these kids how to bring it, and bring it hard. Showin them all the moves and how to do things, she was a great teacher. Kids loved her and people were always asking for her autograph. "Alvina! Alvina! Over here can we have your autograph?!" people would always say as she walks by, then all of a sudden, BRING BRING! BRING BRING! of course, it was a dream. Alvina groaned hitting her alarm clock and rolled over in her bed grabbing her phone. She went through her phone, checked on a few apps and finally went to her messages, pulling up her conversation with Niall.
To: Niallbear
From: Alvina
Message: Hey! Meet me at my locker when you get to school! smile xoxo
She Set her phone down and got up stretching and looking in the mirror Ew, i really need to stop looking in the mirror as soon as i wake up she thought as she headed to her closet and looked for something to wear This....? No. Hmm maybe this? Eww hell no? she thought as she went through her outfits until she finally found her perfect one. She undressed and slid the clothes on her slim tiny body and walked over to the mirror letting her hair down and washing her face. She dabbed on her foundation and all her makeup and put her hair into a pony tail slightly curling the ends. She grabbed her phone and ran down the stairs one by one finally sitting down at the kitchen table. She smiled at her parents Hi mommy, hi daddy, whats for breakfast i have to get to school to see Niall. she said looking at her parents.
Alvinas parents looked at her and nodded setting her breakfast down in front of her, she ate all of it and stood up giving each of her parents a kiss on the cheek and ran getting her sneakers on and grabbing her skateboard running out the front door with her backpack on her shoulder. She ran down the steps and laid her skateboard down and started skating her way to school, she waved hello to people she knew and saw Andrew, gaining a big smile on her face. She stopped at the light and pressed the button, waiting to cross, she looked at her phone for a quick second and looked up to see she was aloud to cross.
Alvina skated across the street and stopped at the store to get some soda for the school day. Alvina went in, got her drink and paid putting it in her backpack. Walking back out, she put her skateboard down and continued her way to school. Once arriving there she picked up her board and walked in passing Catie and waving hi to her and heading to her own locker she opened it and sighed waiting for Niall to arrive, then putting her skateboard in and hanging up her backpack. She pulled out the things she needed for art class and closed her locker, taking a seat on the ground and pulling out her phone waiting for Niall to show up.
| Outfit | Song | Her Locker| Nobody |
Neme-Goddess-of-Death
Friendly Dabbler
- When Lore woke up, her house was perfectly, painfully empty. Pop was already gone to work, as he was every morning. It was up to Lore to see herself fed and on the school bus on time. She turned on her radio as she went through her process of getting dressed, combing her hair, and everything else. No make up. Pop was firm about that. Didn't want his little Lorni growing up. She didn't own so much as a stick of eyeliner. Dressed, hair combed, and teeth brushed, she made her way into the kitchen and fixed a bowl of cereal. She couldn't decide between Captain Crunch and Lucky Charms... so Lore poured them both into the same bowl.
She mixed her cereal up with her spoon as she walked back to her room and plopped onto her bed, somehow managing not to spill the contents of her bowl. She took a bite and smiled some, leaving the spoon in her mouth for a minute and reaching for the black notebook on her nightstand that had a pencil sticking out of it. She plopped it in her lap, then pulled the spoon out of her mouth and actually chewed her cereal. For a long time, she just sat there on her bed in silence, the only noise in the whole house being the radio playing the local metal station from her dresser. When she was finished, she left the bowl on her nightstand and grabbed her backpack up off the floor, then stuffed the black notebook in there with all of her school books.
She grabbed her phone up off the nightstand and checked the time. It was almost time to go. Lore sighed. There was a message from Pop asking her to clean the kitchen when she got home because he had his girlfriend coming over after work. Lore didn't bother to memorize her name. Her dad went through women like children went through skittles. Lore was the same way with boys. She was only fifteen, had only been dating since she was thirteen, and had already breezed through six boyfriends. The apple doesn't fall from the tree.
It was a quick round of her room to gather up her backpack, phone, and her hurdy gurdy. Yes, she was taking her instrument to school with her. It might not have been the most normal instrument, but hey, it was a great conversation starter when people walked up to her and asked "what the hell is that contraption?" Besides, other students brought their guitars to school with them. Same thing, different style.
Her morning alone and commute to school went as smoothly as it ever did. It always went smoothly when the only other person you lived with was never home and everyone on your school bus pretended you were invisible. She put her phone on vibrate when the bus pulled into the school and stuffed it in her shorts pocket. She sat down outside on a bench near the school's front door and only adjusted her drone strings for a minute before she took the crank in her right hand and started to turn it. The fingers of her left started to almost expertly press the keys.
She grinned when she saw a certain redheaded teacher coming down the sidewalk, and her tune quickly changed. The theater teacher, Miss Bristol, was always good for a tip. She started playing the Imperial March with a s**t eating grin on her face as the fiery haired teacher came down the sidewalk towards the front doors of the school. She reached into her purse and pulled out a wadded up bill. Lore stopped playing and accepted the tip from the teacher. Sometimes the theater teacher's tips for her playing were the only reason Lore ate lunch, and they both knew it. She wasn't an abused child, simply neglected, something Cailyn could sympathize with. They hugged, and Cailyn headed into the school. She had a class to prepare for, after all. As much as she would have loved to chat with the girl, she had duties to attend to.
Lore carefully unwadded the twenty dollar bill and grinned at the sweet, skunky smell that suddenly putrefied the air around her. Miss Bristol had given her a lot more than twenty bucks. Gently nestled on that president's face was two sticky blue-green buds. She wadded it back up carefully and stuck it into her pocket. She started playing again, just sort of making it up as she went along. The tune wasn't slow, but it wasn't especially lively either.
- Location: Home > Out front of the school
Company: Woebegone (Her hurdy gurdy)
Wearing: Black & White
OOC: Sort of introduced both characters here.
The Book Keepers
Andrew Kyle Parker
Right now Andrew was a sleep as he was in his bed as he was at home. But he was starting to wake up seeing as he needed to. It was a school day after all. He got out of bed as he then walked out of his room to the bathroom. As he was in the bathroom he took a shower right now. Once he was done he got out as he put a towel around his his waist. Then he made his way back to his room. As he was back in his room he picked out some clothes. Once he found the clothes he wanted he got dressed as he was still in his bedroom seeing as he was getting ready to leave for school.
Now that he was dressed he made sure he had everything for school as he walked out of his room. He walked downstairs as he went to the kitchen. As he entered the kitchen he saw his parents as he said bye to them. He then went out the door as he was now making his way to school. As he was making his way there as he walked he saw Alvina as he was walking. She was on her bike as he saw her go by as she saw her smile as he got butterflies in his stomach. Then good kind not the bad kind. If only he could not be so shy around her seeing as he really liked her.
Andrew soon made it to the school as he walked inside. He was now walking down the hallway to his locker. He soon made it to his locker as he opened it, got what h e needed out of it, put what he didn't need in it. Once he was done he closed his locker. Then he looked as he saw Alvina not to far away they are just a few locker away from each other as he saw her. He walked over to her as her saw her on the floor. "Hi Alvina" he said to her. Then he sat down next to her on the floor. "What you doing sitting here by your self?" he asked. He was shy but he could talk clearly to people but shy as well.
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elijah♔benn
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- "Elijah! Get up!" a voice shouted, a few feet from the sleeping girl. She turned in bed, refusing to open her eyes. "Seriously, Elijah Alexis. You're gonna be late." the voice said, in an urgent tone. Next thing she knew, she was uncovered and sat up straight in bed. "Seriously, mom? School doesn't start until nine." she replied, pulling the covers back over her head. Her mother was delirious. Home school always started at nine, it was only a few minutes past seven. She closed her eyes again, snuggling the fluffy comforter around her. Elijah heard her mother walk away, so she started drifting off again. Then, cold water covered her face. Shocked, the fifteen year old beauty sat up in bed. "What the hell?!" she exclaimed, climbing out of her now soaked bed. "Good you're up. Get ready for school." her mother replied nonchalantly, smirking.
With no other choice, Elijah walked over to her desk. She looked down at her calendar, looking closely at the date. What was so important about today? In the bottom left-hand corner, in her messy writing, was a reminder of today's importance. Her first day of school - real school, not makeshift classes in her living room. It wasn't like she was rich, or had some kind of anxiety, her parents just liked to make sure she was learning everything possible. Stripping from her wet pajamas, she held onto the desk corner for support. She through her clothes into the hamper, then retreated into the bathroom. Eli grabbed her toothbrush and toothpaste, a washcloth, and a shower comb, placing them in the shower. She placed a towel on the rack next to the shower. Stepping into the shower, she began brushing her teeth. Out of all the people in her family, there were six total, she was the only one who preferred to brush her teeth and shower at the same time. It saved water, you're killing two birds with one stone, it was easier. "Hurry up, Eli!" her younger brother, Kieran yelled from outside the door.
Roughly ten minutes later, Elijah left the bathroom with one towel wrapped around her body and the other around her hair. She stepped back into her room, shutting the door behind her. Quickly digging through her closet, she searched for an acceptable outfit. She settled on black leggings, an oversized light blue sweater, a white infinity scarf, and a pair of long brown boots. After changing, she brushed out her long blonde hair. Lastly, she put on her makeup. A bit of concealer to hide her blemishes, some mascara for her short eyelashes, and some tinted chapstick. She didn't really wear makeup, this was probably the first time in a few months that she had worn makeup. Being homeschooled, she wore sweatpants or loungewear all the time. Satisfied with her look, she set off for downstairs. As she passed by her siblings rooms, she yelled in. "Taylor! Riley! Get up. You have school today too."" she exclaimed, continuing to make her way down the stairs. Grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl in the kitchen, Eli put on her backpack. "I'm off. If I die, it's all your fault!" she yelled behind her, closing the door.
Luckily, she only lived a short walk from the school. Walking up to the huge building, she felt nervous. Not only was she a new kid at this school, she was new to any school. She heard music playing, which made her feel less awkward. Someone else here loved music! Thank god. Following the sound, she saw a girl play some kind of instrument. The sound it made brought shivers down her spine. It was so unusual, but so nice. She walked up next to the girl, smiling. "Hi. What exactly are you playing?" she asked, referring to the instrument in her hands.