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εmma sighed, The lovely Fourth Period, always has to be the slowest one The teacher spit once again to the front row students. Emma giggled a bit, but covered her mouth instantly. Thank God, she sat down in the back row. She turned towards Travis and smiled, then nodded towards the clock. 11:44. Emma tapped her foot, her eyebrow raising. She slumped down in her seat and sighed once again. Yet, the teacher heard it. "Emma-Lynn?" She mumbled, "I wish you wouldn't call me that... Yes?" The teacher pointed to the white board. "We await your answer..." Emma bit her lip, "Um.." Riiinnnnng. Emma smirked and got up, gripping her backpack. She walked by Travis's side. "Talk about 'Being Saved by the Bell', phew!" She laughed at her corny joke and said good-bye to him as she made her way to her locker. "Thirty, Twenty, Thirty... Five" Emma spun her lock. She opened her locker quickly and reached in for her next period's books. She swapped the books, finally took a look at her locker. The school had let in the student's to get their books in if they wanted to. Emma had done that and designed her locker. There was her and Mr. Sarcasm kissing on their Fair Date in the end of Junior Year. She sighed and looked at the rest of the pictures of her friends. There was Skylar, Olivia, and her sister, Vienna. They were all making goofy faces and of course that made Emma laugh. She closed the locker, locking it, and went off towards the lunch tables.

Emma began to walk towards her small group of friends. She smiled at all of them and sat down. "I got a-" She stopped to look into her bag for her food. "Wonderful bag of Do-ri-tos, a Turkey Sandwich, and the wonderful Apple Juice" She smiled and looked across the table. A nerd like all of them, one she didn't know that well. She turned towards Mr. Musician, "Take the Sandwich" She took it and threw it at him as he caught it in a flash. She laughed a looked at what she had. Then looked for her sister in the crowd. She got out her phone and began to text her.

To:Vinnie*
From: Your Lovely Sister
Donde, Chicka? I got your money for lunch. The group's all here, do you know where Skylar is?

Okay, even though Skylar is a bit of a little Nerd for Emma, there still best friends no matter what. Skylar has been there for her through ups and downs, specifically losing Mr. Sarcasm to her best friend (or so called), Olivia. Olivia has crossed a line, a huge thick line. And it was painful to see how she just crosses over it without a thought on her mind. All she has now is Skylar, and Emma's kind of fine with that. She's not going to let Olivia ruin her life, he's a guy. So what? He wasn't the only thing Emma was living for. She looked at Travis next to her. "Is anyone going to that Plastic Girl's Party, where me and Mr. Musician are playing at?" Emma smirked, I doubt it, she thought. Emma looked around as everyone shrugged and didn't answer the question. She looked at the other kids having a wonderful time across the room. Emma turned instantly and sighed. "There's a Protest on cutting trees in the Forest around here. It's this weekend.. Anyone interested at all?" Emma sighed as the Lunch was getting tiring. None of her real friends were there, other then Mr. Musician and Travis. But there not the girly, exciting people, Emma really wanted to talk to. She sighed again and ate a Dorito from her Chip Bag, with her other hand on her face. This is not exactly how Emma wanted to spend the day. She already had to perform her talent in front of a bunch of snotty-popular kids, and now an uneventful lunch. God must really hate her.

Vinnie*: Her Sister

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The Clothing
Don't Worry-I'll Follow You into the Dark

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❝She's the queen bee - the star. She's fabulous, but she's evil.❞

“Now it’s time for the results from last weeks Pop Quiz” the monotone voice of the annoying Mr. Gummer drowned through the classroom. Soon after, hushed whispers, groans and praying was followed. Everyone in the class was making noise. Everyone but the girl in the back row. Instead, she sat smirking, twirling a piece of gorgeous chocolate brown hair around her finger. This girl was positive she’d scored higher than a 90% on the World History exam, and knew she would put all these kids to shame. Looking up at the clock, she noticed it was 11:35. Perfect. 5 more minutes until the bell rang. There was definitely enough time to gloat. Applying some DuWop Lip Venom to her lips, the gorgeous brunette awaited her name being called and couldn’t help but suppress a little giggle as she noticed all eyes were on her. No, not because she was the smartest girl in class and not because she was the most beautiful (which she was), but because she was Camilla Hampton.

Camilla Leah Hampton, the prettiest, most popular girl who attended Hermosa Beach Preparatory School. She had gorgeous brown hair, gorgeous brown eyes, gorgeous assets, and her Father donated a ton of money towards the schools Cheerleading Team, which Camilla was on, of course, as the Head Cheerleader. Camilla, or Cammie, was stunning today in her silver silk jersey playsuit and her favourite pair of Louboutin pumps. Even though the girl was dressed a little more elegant than most, she wasn’t breaking any rules of having overbearing cleavage or showing her butt like an ignorant plumber. The neckline of her dress plunged down just enough that it would not show her cleavage, and even though it didn’t show her butt, there was a lot of leg. Cammie Hampton had amazing legs that were naturally tanned, as her Mother was Greek. Certain lighting made her look awfully pale, but Cammie was just about as tan as any other Greek Goddess. Pushing some hair behind her ear, her gold Chanel earrings sparkled as she walked towards the front of the classroom to pick up her paper. She noticed all eyes were still on her as she did so, and a few girls were looking at her uncomfortably as if they were jealous that she could get all the stares. Cammie had a feeling girls would go to their rooms at night and write stories or tell tales to their silly little friends about how they wanted to be her, but she wasn’t going to press on some losers fantasy.

Heading up to the dress, her Vera Wang Princess perfume wafting through the air, Cammie could almost swear she saw Mr. Gummer giving her an aroused look. Shivering a little, Cammie made a mental note to make this half-way to ninety year old teacher stop from getting happy in areas below whenever she walked by. Senior boys however? Cammie loved when she heard the sound of something hitting the wood on the desks and seeing the weak boys blush. Smirking, she grabbed her paper and quickly walked back to her seat, looking at her paper. As soon as she did, it was like the world almost stopped. 88%. Cammie bit her lip. The girl was aiming for a ninety, but obviously this would have to do.

Looking down at her paper and trying to analyze what she had done wrong, the girl heard the bell give a shrill ring which made her jump a little and almost every Senior boy approach her, asking if she was alright. Giving a nod and slightly playing the role of Damsel in Distress, Cammie got up, grabbed her adorable Rose Box clutch and headed over to the Cafeteria, making a face. Boy, how she hated this place. Luckily, a table was reserved for her. Sitting down, she noticed Eugene, one of the Computer Tech boys, pull out a chair for her. “Would you like anything to eat Cammie?” he asked in his nasally voice. Cammie turned her nose at him. “You think I eat this s*it?” she said, wrinkling her nose at his Poutine. Watching him sadly sulk away, she smirked, taking out her Cell phone. The first person she was going to text was Mary. See where the girl was. She never made it on time for lunch, and she was supposed to be Cammie’s BFF. Right. Taking out her sleek purple iPhone, she sent a quick text message to her friend.

To: Mary
From: Cammie
Where are you? Why do you insist on showing up late every day? You’re not eating this crap, right?

After sending the message, Cammie looked over towards the table of Jocks and giggled a little, noticing one of them catching her eye. She loved the Football players. Especially after games when they were all sweaty and snuck her into the locker room and dot dot dot. Holding up her thumb and pinky finger to her ear, she mouthed, ‘Call Me!’ knowing she’d probably have a steamy night with him after the next game. Smoothing out her dress and sitting down, Cammie looked around the Cafeteria, noticing all of the different cliques seating together. Rolling her eyes, she twirled her hair again once more, looking out the window at the gorgeous view her table had. It would be really nice if her friends actually showed up on time to lunch every now and then. Or maybe Cammie just needed to start showing up late.

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[iCanday]

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xolivia/piper/berg
xthis is my town
this is my pride
these are my friends.
this is my life.
you are so out of luck.

Olivia had woken up slightly late from her hectic night before. Most people made fun of her erratic study habits, but they worked out perfectly for her. She procrastinated until she got into bed, then got out and tried really hard to stay awake through the hours of homework that lay ahead. Ever since she'd dropped out of the in-crowd, she had been doing everything she could to make herself different from them. She figured most of them would rather have sex and do drugs than get good grades- so she studied and pulled off the demanding 'B' average that the school so heavily stressed. The naturally nasty mess of brunette hair was pulled up in a pony tail, her bangs left out to bother her eyes all day. Despite her hectic morning, she'd actually scrounged a few complements on her look. Someone thought her 'just-past-knee length', white, cotton skirt was 'gorgeous. She was pretty sure one of her friends had already tried stealing her large, black belt around her waist. On the top half of her body was a white button-up blouse that was currently unbuttoned all the way down, a black tank top hid beneath. The shoes on her feet were simply a dark grey pair of flip-flops. Olivia's make-up, however, was the usual over-powering standard of awesome. She'd perfectly matched her eyeshadow to her shoes, and her black eyeliner stood out like no other- syncing perfectly with the dark mascara that made her eyelashes about twenty feet longer than they were naturally.

Managing to just barely stay alive, Olivia went through her first few classes of the day. World Cultures was a horrible hit to the fatigue level, but Basic Design really was the snoozer with the video on line appearances. Olivia did not even recall her other two classes, for she was probably fast asleep. Somehow she found the homework assignments written in a curly script on her hand. At least someone was looking out for her academic well-being. It was only when she walked in the lunch room, stomach screaming at her for skipping breakfast, that she remembered that she needed to pack her lunch. She groaned loudly and moved toward her and her friend's usual table. She could easily mooch a satisfying lunch off her buddies, but she couldn't believe how forgetful she'd been.

Olivia found her usual seat across from Emma, who'd she noticed wasn't so eager to 'chill' anymore. She usually shrugged it off as her crazy ways, and that's exactly what she did now. "Friends, oh, friends of mine," she started, sounding melodramatic and nasally like the average bimbo, prep of the school. "I'm hungry," she finished lamely, a tired smile stretched across her face, just barely showing her perfect white teeth. Sure, it had only take three years of braces and a whitening kit once a week to make them so, but it was worth it. She reached down, gripping her stomach and then leaned over the table, her free hand extending towards Emma. The smooth, cool material of the table felt nice as she put her forehead down against it. She groped around for Emma's lunch, looking for something edible to promptly shove through her face. Not being aware of Emma's current feelings toward her, she found her behavior to be quite acceptable.

Despite her obvious knowledge of Mr. Sarcasm and Emma's previous relationship, Olivia found it perfectly okay to get close to him. Emma had cast him aside, and he was already sort of a close friend. Of course Olivia felt a slight tinge of pain when she saw the awkward interactions between the two, and then Mr. Sarcasm running over to her like a lost puppy. That was the main reason she didn't make a move to go further with him. Sure, she could probably get him in bed by next week if she really wanted to, but Emma was her closest friend. Ever. She'd been there since the beginning, and she should be there to see the end. Olivia was tight buds with most of the other kids in her group, and she hung around with all of them, but Emma and Mr. Sarcasm just understood her. Her situation was different, tragic, heroic, and they did not let her get arrogant about it.

tell me what your gonna do,
tonight when my friends
are callin' you out all night.
tell me what your gonna do,
if i catch you spoutin' another lie.

[glitz and prada - xox]

ARIANA JANE WILLIAMS

miss classy has arrived...

time to crank up the tunes and start the party!

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a best friend is someone who pushed
you to say your secret, didn't say
anything, hugged you, wiped
your tears, and still never said anything.

"And where exactly were you, Ms. Williams?" Ok, so lemme explain everything to you. Ariana Jane Williams, the nicest popular around, had started the day off on, lets say, a bad start. She had woken up late because she had forgotten to set her alarm and her mother obviously to come and check on her because she had left for work without giving poor Ariana a ride, no buses were running through her highclass neighborhood, her brothers had caught a ride with their buddies, and her father had been called-in to work early, apparently. So, the brunette girl had been forced to walk to school and while on this trip she had been stalked for a few blocks by these creeps in a big white van. We all know what that means right? Kidnappers!!! Yikes. She had missed most of her classes and now was speaking to the principle for being so late and not having a parent call-in to inform the ladies in the office. She had just gone through explaining to the old man about her morning but so far he was ignoring everything she had said, well obviously since she had repeated herself four times now. "I said, i had to walk here because no one was home. My house is very far away from the school," Ariana explained, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. Speaking of her bag, she had put on a very cute outfit for the day. Well, she actually threw it on since she was in quite the hurry. Oh geez, she hated being late! Especially when it was her birthday. She was so stressed out at the moment. She really needed her friend's, but yet she hadn't seen any of them, or anyone for that matter, since she had arrived at the school since she had practically been dragged in by the hag from behind the front desk in the damn office. She rolled her brown eyes at the memory and pinched her lips together in a thin line.

The old man began to type on his computer like he was on a mission and his office was going to get blown up in a matter of five seconds unless he typed in a code to his co-secret agent-wow, she really needed to stop watching t.v with her brothers so much. I'm going to kill myself the next time I think of secret agents again, she couldn't help but giggle softly to herself as she remembered the times the whole family would argue between which secret agents were better. Family moments; gotta love 'em, right? It was amazing to see that such an old man could type so fast. Hmphh, maybe she would be that skilled when she was older? Wow, that would be extremely awesome! "Mhm. Please take a seat over there, and I'll be right back." He motioned his hand to the chairs pressed against the wall and once Ariana began walking over to them, he was walking out of the door. How long was she going to be stuck here? Anna folled her arms across his chest and leaned her head back on the comfortable chair with a soft sigh. If she was going to be stuck for a while, atleast she could be comfortable meanwhile, right? So far her birthday was totally screwed up, and she had a feeling if it didn't get any better she was going to scream on the top of her lungs, as loud as she possibly could, and possibly jump around while she did it. It was her seventeenth birthday, wasn't that supposed to mean she was to have the time of her life? Well, so far, that was really happening for her. She let her thoughts wander hopelessly as she sat lazily in the chair. So she had been marked absent for the four classes she had missed, and when her parents saw that they would probably be totally confused. That is, unless someone informed them what had happened. If not then Ariana was going to have to do that, but that could totally wait until after her birthday party. The whole school was invited, and since her house was pretty large, it would be ready for the turn out. Her mom would be home to take care of the decorating while Anna was with her friend's at school. Thinking about her friend's again made her ponder what time it was. It had to be close to lunch time, right? Good, that meant it was actually possible for her to see her friend's without speaking a couple of words during passing time.

After a few minutes of sitting there in silence, she heard a voice and a slam of a door, "Ok, Ms Williams, you're free to go." Her principle said and waved his hand dismissively in the air and walked back to his desk, taking a seat in his chair with a groan. Finally, she added mentally and got to her feet. She smiled to herself as she walked to the door and was about to step out of his office before she looked over her shoulder, "Have a nice day, sir." Without another word, Ariana swiftly shut the door behind her and walked down the hall towards her locker. Just as she did this, the bell rang off signaling it was lunch. I knew I was right, she calmly nodded to herself and pulled out her phone to check her messages. None. Nada. Zilch. Well then! She looked up as a few people whispered 'excuse me' but never actually looked at her. She hated how some people were scared of her and her friend's. It's not like she was the queenbee or anything, and she was in fact very friendly with the kids that were considered to be 'losers'. She used to be friend's with a couple of them but they decided that since she was so well known and popular that they had to hate her. That was certainly unfair on her behalf but whatever. Ariana ran a hand through her brown hair and released a sigh. Ok, she really to calm the heck down. The principle decided to let her free, though she didn't get why she was even in his office in the first place, and she would make up for missing those four classes. Well, hopefully. Anna turned the last corner and finally ended up in front of her locker. She turned the combo into the lock and impatiently wrenched it open. It was a little odd, but not all of the populars were actually the best of friend's. Some even hated eachother, but being as nice as she, the brunette never hated anyone, she just kept to herself when their was arguing and rumors. She didn't like getting involved in that useless junk. It was pathetic. As she began to unpack her backpack a couple of letters fell onto the floor from the top shelf. She smiled lightly and leaned down to pick them up. Even know it was selfish of her to be disappointed, she still was. None of these were from her friend's, they were from kids that were being really nice and generous by even wishing her a happy birthday. Though, after a few minutes of reading through them, she once again had a smile on her face. Thank god for that, too. She really didn't need to be acting like a spoiled brat on her seventeenth.Ariana folded the envelopes back into place and stuck them back onto the high shelf on her locker. Her locker wasn't very girly, it was just very organized and clean. She preferred things to be that way, especially when these 'things' belonged to her. It had pictures of her friend's and herself being dorks, as usual, and some pictures of her family, too. Pretty cute, in her opinon at least. Once she pulled her last binder out of her backpack and neatly set it against the side where it belonged, Ariana clipped her bag shut and slammed her lockerdoor, beginning to walk down towards the cafeteria.

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[MissBipolarPanda]

I wanna know your plans
And how involved in them I am
When i go to sleep for good
Will I be forgiven?
And if you want roses you can go buy a bouquet
If that just wont cut it, well what can I say?
You�re what keeps me believing the world�s not gone dead
Strengthen my bones, put the words in my head
They pour out to paper its all for you
cuz that�s what you do
that�s what you do

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======A sleeping mass of blankets lay in a dark room on a king-sized bed. Light breathing noises could be heard if you stood close enough. A tall woman in a cleaners outfit stood by the bed with a smile on her face. She held a tray in one hand as the other shook the mass gently. Dark brown hair was splayed across the pillow and as the girl shook her head to wake herself up, her hair ruffled around. "Miss. Moore. La colazione è pronta ed è giunto il momento di svegliarsi." the maid said. A small hand grabbed the top of the blankets and gently pushed them down enough to show a girls face. The girl managed a small smile as she propped a pillow up and sat up, leaning against it. A smile spread across her face as she let the woman place the tray across her lap. "Mille Grazie." said the girl. The maid did a small bow and left the room. Angelina, the girl, looked at her clock and sighed. She had an hour and a half to get ready. Reaching over with her delicate hand, she grabbed her phone and smiled to herself. Quickly, she opened a text and her fingers moved quickly as she watched the screen.

To: Marky
From: Lil' Angel
Sub: Evening Mark!! I can't wait to see you!!
I love you,
Angie

======Finalizing her text, she hit send with her manicured index finger. She set the phone down and analyzed her breakfast. Pancakes, with strawberries and whipped cream, orange juice, and what could only be described as eggs. Picking up her fork she grabbed the eggs and a slightly evil smile appeared on her angelic face. "Tonks!! Come here boy!" said the girl as she looked toward what looked like a small closet without a door. Really if you looked in there, you would find her puppy's room. Yes, her dog had his own room. Out of that room padded a small, white Shiba Inu puppy. His ears were up and tail was wagging as he sat by the edge of her bed. With a little giggle, Angel put the fork to the dog's open mouth and slipped the eggs off of the fork. Pulling her fork back quickly, she watched as she dog chomped down on the eggs and padded back to his room. Turning her attention back to her now lessened meal, Angelina quickly ate most of it and drank her orange juice. Lina put her tray to the side and slipped out of her bed. Quickly she grabbed the tray, took it to Tonks' room and pushed the left overs into his food bowl.
======As she moved to the bathroom, she set her tray on her bed again. Then she went to the bathroom door and entered the warmed room. Smiling at the already filled bath, Lina shrugged out of her pajamas then climbed in. She washed herself with strawberry scented bathscrub, and cleaned her hair with Azida shampoo and conditioner. After she had cleaned herself, she stepped out of the bath and dried herself off with the near-by towl off the heating rack. With the towel wrapped around her, Angel walked to the closet and grabbed her outfit for this morning. Letting the towel pool at her feet, she got dressed then went to the sink. Applying her make-up was easy and then dried her hair. It fell around her face with little waves and curls. She smiled then put her jewelry on. As she was placing her last earring in, she walked out of the bathroom and into her room.
======Rushing through her room, she snagged her purse and phone. It was supposed to be nice today and while she was bathing, the maid had pulled her curtains back to prove that it was. Angelina hated that the maids did everything for her, but she didn't fight her parents on it. Thinking for a minute, she realized her parents were never really home for her to argue for anything. Slinging her purse over, she walked out of the room and down the hall. The hall had glass walls that let her feel the warmth of the sun. As the sun beat down on her, she smiled. When she went through the livingroom, a maid passed her her set of keys. She thanked the maid and walked into the garage. Her car was sitting closest to the door. Opening the passanger-side door, she put her purse in there and put her phone in her purse. Angel never brought a backpack with her because she never had homework. Shutting the passanger-door she walked to the other side as a maid opened that door for her. Sighing and shaking her head slightly, she climbed in. "I really need to talk to Mum and Dad about all these maids." she thought as she scoweled. The she thought about how close she was to seeing Markus and Ariana, expecially Markus though. Her scowl was soon replaced by another smile as she put the keys in the ignition and started the car. The garage door opened and she looked up to see the maid pressing the button. Angel felt like slamming her head on the dashboard, but didn't. She didn't want to ruin what she had done this morning or let the maid know she was aggrivated. Giving a small wave to the maid, she pulled out of the garage and turned around in the drive. She drove down the long drive-way to the main road and drove the twelve minutes to school.
======Arriving at school, Angelina parked her car at the front of the parking lot in her usual spot. She reached over and grabbed her purse as she shut her car off. Getting out of her car, she closed the door and locked it with the remote. As she walked up to the school, she tossed her keys into her purse to get lost. Letting her purse hand in the crook of her elbow, she walked to her locker and opened it up. After she had placed her purse on it's hook, she snagged her phone out. Making sure it was on vibrate first, she slipped it into her pocket and made her way to the cafeteria. Angelina grabbed a seat at her normal table and waited for her Markus and friends to join her. She was glad today was Wednesday. It was a half-day for little Lina. Wednesday was the day Lina came to school from Lunch to the end then went to hang out with Markus if she could. She could feel it would be a good day.

No more fighting this is only a waste of our time
Cuz soon we�ll be leavin will this strength still be mine
I�ll look out for YOU till i die, till i rot,
oh ill remember you
till i die, till i rot.
You�re what keeps me believing the world�s not gone dead
Strengthen my bones, put the words in my head
When They pour out to paper its all for you
cuz that�s what you do
that�s what you do

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||What am I wearing you ask? Well it just a little I found laying around. Literally. ||
||What does my phone look like? Well, it's just a thing Daddy got me.||
||My purse comes with me everywhere.||
||Don't you just love the car Daddy bought me? ||
||My room is perfect. . no?||
|| Wonderful little Tonks. ||
|| Tonk's room is adorable too!! ||
|| Girly bathroom isn't it? ||

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Need a translation? Here you go!:

|| Miss. Moore. La colazione è pronta ed è giunto il momento di svegliarsi. ||
Means: Miss. Moore. Your breakfast is ready and it is time to wake up.

|| Mille Grazie. ||
Means: Thank you very much.

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||OhOoCee: Sorry it's so long. . So I had a bunch to talk about? : P

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Mr. Sensitive
Travis Adam Parker

❝I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby❞

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Ah, school. Something every child had to endure before making it out into the "big, wide world". Of course when you were in school you wanted to leave, pursue bigger dreams, get off into the job force, but once you were out in the real world with a real job, suddenly, you would begin wishing you were in school again. At Hermosa Beach Prep, there was a strict set of rules to follow. Clothing needed to be tip top shape, no cleavage, no plumbers butt, if you were late, you might as well not exist at this school and the thing this young boy hated the most was that he couldn't swear. Back home in Texas he swore like a trucker, even though he was a good little Church boy. Here, he couldn't. This boy was one to follow the rules 100%.

Seventeen-year-old Travis Adam Parker was a good boy. He was nice, he was friendly and he was really emotional. He hung around with a good group of friends and he could honestly care less about the popular kids. To Travis, it wasn't about status, it was about having fun and being with your friends. Which was exactly what he was doing. Smiling and looking up at the Teacher, he suddenly felt himself getting a disgusting, not needed shower from the mans spit. Spit showers were definitely something that Travis hated about High School, but asides from that, he loved every part of it. Including the stupid rules. And the stupid Sports boys flushing his head down the toilet for joining the Football Team. Back in Texas, Travis loved Football, and he had been Quarterback on his Middle School team, but by no means was he popular. Then again, everyone knew everyone in his little hometown. He missed it, but he enjoyed the summer heat and California air as well.

Feeling himself getting another unneeded spit shower, he wrinkled his nose, laughing a little, looking over at his rebellious friend, Emma. He rolled his eyes as the spit continued to hit him, making a mental note to take a shower as soon as class was done. Good thing they had showers in the Football Locker Room. Chewing on the edge of his pencil, he listened as the Teacher awaited Emma- or Emma Lynn's, answer. He couldn't help but stifle a laugh as he heard this. There was a whole joke about Emma and this teacher and the whole name thing, which he knew Emma probably didn't like, but she seemed to be a good sport all-in-all. Awaiting Emma's answer, Travis smirked a little, jumping as the bell went off. Quickly grabbing his books, he ran out of class as fast as he could, hearing Emma's footsteps catching up with him not too much longer after.

"You're always saved by the bell" he laughed, taking her bag for her and carrying it on his shoulder. Travis was a nice guy, and he loved helping out his friends. Even if it meant carrying 100 pound, exaggeration, bags. "Oof!" he groaned, giving it back to her as they soon reached the Cafeteria . "What do you have in here? Your entire life savings?" Taking a spot next to her at the table, he watched as she fished through her bag, taking his own Egg Salad Sandwich out of his neat and tidy backpack. Looking at Emma hearing her mention the girls party, he thought about the girl and her party. Ariana was her name, she was pretty nice. He'd met her a few times at Football practice and she was one of the few who didn't completely look down on him. Taking a bite of his Egg Salad Sandwich so he didn't have to answer, the look on Travis' face gave an obvious "yes". He thought Ariana was a sweetheart, and he was going to go. Plus, he wanted to cheer on his best friends when they played an amazing gig. Searching through his bag, he found his Jones Soda and took it out, opening it and taking a sip. As the bubbly liquid made it's way down his throat, Travis raised a brow, looking towards Emma. Protest? Cutting trees? Since when was Emma interested in that kind of thing? Travis knew his best friend wanted him to say yes, but he wasn't sure he would have much fun trying to save the life of a tree, which was supposedly innocent.

Taking another bite of his Egg Salad Sandwich, Travis looked at his other friends, waiting for one of them to say yes. He was a sweetheart though and Emma was one of his best friends, so he wasn't going to let her down. "My schedule is free, Em. I'll be there" he said, finishing off his Egg Salad Sandwich, taking out his Dunkaroo's. Of course, it wasn't really how he wanted to spend his weekend, but for Emma, he would do it. Smiling, he ran a hand through his hair, looking around the table. "Miss Olivia" he said, spotting the cute brunette sitting diagonally across from him. "How are you on this fine day?" Travis was always one who liked to make small talk. Especially when he got suckered into things he didn't necessarily know it he wanted to do, which happened a lot.

Looking across at the Popular kids sitting at the table by the window, he couldn't help but laugh. "Must be nice" he said, staring out into the view. Spotting Ariana walking into the Cafeteria, Travis smiled. No, he didn't have a crush on her, but he was contemplating whether or not he wanted to go to her party. He knew his friends were dreading it, but it was what he wanted to do. Smiling, he shook his head a little, biting into an irresistible Dunkaroo. "So, Ariana's party.." he mentioned again, stretching out his fingers. Travis Parker loved High School. And parties was one of the many things he enjoyed about it. Especially the parties at Hermosa Beach Prep.

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The name is ⋙ вσηηιє мαggιє ∂συgℓαѕ
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Bonnie Maggie Douglas was sitting in fourth period, and she glanced at the clock. Five minutes left. Her teacher had decided to pass out the graded tests, and she soon heard her name. All bodies and heads spun around to look at her. She stood and thought about which one was more likely. Everyone was looking at her because she was popular, she had good grades, or because of her beauty. She walked up to the teacher and accepted her test, looking directly at the score and letting out a small smile.
Bonnie walked back to her seat, biting her bottom lip and grinning. She got 100% on her test. When she reached her seat, she sat down and looked around the room. Everyone stopped looking at her, except for the boy across the aisle. She gave him a smile and showed him her results. He smiled back at her and she extended her thumb and little finger to say 'call me'. Right then, the bell rang and she stood, gripping her trapper in her hands and walked quickly out the door and soon got to her locker.
Bonnie spun the combination and opened her locker, placing in her trapper and taking out a small brown bag, which had in her small lunch. She walked towards the cafeteria and sat at the table with Camilla. "Hey, Camilla," she told the girl across from her. She set the brown bag down on the table and pulled out a soda and a bag of chips. That was her lunch, and she started eating it. She was eating fatty because either she was losing weight, or her cheer leading suit was growing. She wasn't much hungry, so she gazed out the window and watched some kids who were really late to school running to make it to lunch.
Bonnie sighed and got up, throwing her chips and brown bag into the trash can nearby. She sat back down at the table and looked at Camilla who too was gazing out the window. She looked around the rather noisy cafeteria and saw all the cliques sitting together. The book club was sitting at the other side of the cafeteria and were motioning her to come over. Her eyes told them to shut up and they stopped. Sometimes she wished that they wouldn't make it a bit obvious at times. She just had to look the other way and not notice them, acting like she had no idea who they were.



What am I wearing? Just a little something I found lying around.
What's the schedule? Chemistry, Music, Algebra III, Language Arts, Lunch, Gym, & English III
What do I do after school? Book Club and Cheer Leading.

[OMG_itz_STRAIGHTupPIMPIN]

Late night gonna hit the town
Gonna take you out
Gonna make you go
Whoa whoa
Midnight Romeo

Show me yours and I'll show you mine
Gonna make you sweat
Gonna feel it head to toe
You know I'm your midnight Romeo

׺°”˜Markus Anthony Taylor`”°º×

Winner of this years, Mr. L i k e a b l e

Mark woke up to the sound of his phone buzzing and beeping annoyingly, a blind hand reached out from under the covers as his fingers found the sleek surface of his phone. Barely pushing his head out from under the covers Mark smiled a lazy and tired smile as he read the text message from his baby, Angie. Although after reading the message he looked over at the alarm clock. . .he had about ten minutes to get ready and get to school, "Damn." He complained throwing the covers off and tossing his phone aside and running to the bathroom to take the fastest shower of his life but found his little brother, Ashton, there instead spiking his hair in the same fashion that Markus fixed his. "Move." He demanded nudging his little brother aside and out of the bathroom "I wasn't finished you a** hole!" His 12 year old brother complained as he stumbled out of the bathroom, before his little brother could bother him any further Mark had closed the door and began stripping down and turning the shower on "Your hair looks fine Ash. . .why the hell didn't you wake me up!?" Mark called after his brother stepping in the shower, but the sound of the water drowned his little brother's voice out so he didn't get a real idea of any reason why he was not woken up. About five minutes later Mark emerged from the cold shower shivering and draping the towel around his body as his teeth chattered and he dried off quickly "c-c-c-cold-d-d-" Was all he could muster as he fixed his hair, brushed his teeth and all that good stuff. Surprisingly enough for throwing himself together in that amount of time Mark didn't look too bad, in fact he looked as if he'd had the normal amount of time to get ready. Running into his bedroom he quickly threw some clothes on and texted Angie back before barreling out of his bedroom and down to the kitchen where he grabbed a poptart and slung his bag over his head "Dad let's go!!" Mark shouted walking out of the door. "It's going to be a happy day in Mark town when I get my lisence." He mumbled as he walked out to his father's car.

To: Angie <3
From: Mark
Can't wait to see you too!
Going to be late though ):
See you soon, love you too.

Mark sat completely bored in his fourth period class, Drafting, as he waited for the bell to ring. Drafting wasn't his favorite class at the moment, it was hard and so technical. . .all the measurmeants and how there was a little margin for error when it came to drawing the skematics of some sort of mechanical device, but he if wanted to be an architect when he got older. . .it was something he had to go through no matter how annoying Mrs. Holloway was. Mark couldn't wait to see his friends or Angie. . .after all he'd woken up late and didn't get to talk to them before he had to run off to the torture chamber known as Algebra II. . .while it wasn't hard Mark's teacher was a complete idiot and he figured he'd probably learn more if an ape was up there attempting to figure out the formula to a quadratic equation. . .I thought this was a highly presitious school, Mark mused as he leaned against his drafting table, and they go off and hire idiots like that! He thought looking down at the stack of drawings Mrs. Holloway had passed out. . .marked in red pen with criticisms here and there and maybe a good comment somewhere but Mark didn't take time to look over it more than the grades written at the top. Finally the bell sounded and Markus bolted out the door and not only was he excited to see his girlfriend but he also had a very special person he needed to wish a happy seventeenth birthday too, besides it wouldn't be February until he got to wish another very important person a happy birthday and valentines day. . .out of his friends, Mark was the youngest but by only a couple weeks or so but nobody really dwelled on that. . .besides when he actually did have a birthday it was always some huge blow out party.

Mark ran to his locker and tossed his things inside the dark blue cubicle before slamming it shut and walking off towards the cafeteria being stopped by a few teachers to have them tell him either good job on something. . .or that he could try better on other things but Mark let those comments roll off his shoulder, after all doing your best ALL the time was way too exhausting for constant perfection. Finally walked half way across campus Mark could see the cafeteria coming into view and he began to look immediately for Angie or Ariana. . .whichever came first. "Where are they?" He mumbled to himself scanning the large crowd for any sign of either one, when he came across a brunette girl who looked as if she were waiting for someone, and after a few more seconds of analyzation Mark was positive it was Angie, a smile spreading across his face at this realization, he still got butterflies in his stomach whenever he saw her. . .and they'd been together for almost a year now and he still got 'new couple' chills, in a good way though. Quietly Mark approached Angie, making sure that she wouldn't see him coming. . .after all it was fun to surprise her, although he didn't feel like scaring her out of her witts today. . .something more subtle would suffice. Mark walked up behind his Angie quietly and once he was within reach, he wrapped his hands around her eyes and remained quiet for a few seconds "Guess who? Guess right and you might even get a kiss." He said softly keeping his hands cupped over her eyes and keeping an eye out for Ariana in the mean time.

ooc; crappy first post, sorry ):

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[indent]Algebra II
[indent]English III
[indent]Chemistry
[indent]Drafting
[indent]Lunch
[indent]Library Aid
[indent]ACT Prep

[MissBipolarPanda]

I wanna know your plans
And how involved in them I am
When i go to sleep for good
Will I be forgiven?
And if you want roses you can go buy a bouquet
If that just wont cut it, well what can I say?
You�re what keeps me believing the world�s not gone dead
Strengthen my bones, put the words in my head
They pour out to paper its all for you
cuz that�s what you do
that�s what you do

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======As Angie watched kids flowing into the cafeteria, she looked around for Markus and Ariana. When would they get there. Suddenly she felt hands over her eyes. She let out a small gasp, but when she heard the voice she giggled a bit. "I don't know. Some hobo off the street who snuck into my school?" she said in a joking tone as she placed her hands over Markus'. Then she gently pulled them away from her face and turned around. "Do I get a kiss anyways?" Angie asked with a sad looking face. She was suddenly glad she had joined the Drama club. Maybe Markus would feel bad for her and kiss her anyways. The thought made her giggle a bit as she sat there and looked up at Markus. He looked adorable as usual. Suddenly her hearts pace quicked a bit as she looked up into his eyes and her stomach got all fluttery. A small tint of pink flushed her cheeks as she shyly looked down at her hands. She then noticed she was still holding his hands and her thumbs gently stroked the back of them. His hand had a familiar feeling that she liked and hoped would never have to loose.
======Looking up, Angie looked around to see if she could see Ariana anywhere. Maybe Ariana could save her from her embarrassment. Wasn't she supposed to be past the jitters she got around Markus by now? "Oh. Since my mom and dad won't be home as usual after school, I was wanting to know if you wanted to go do something later? I can drive us and pay if you want. I'm tired of seeing my parents' maids going around my house cleaning up nothing." Angelina was hoping he would have the time for them to go and do something. She tilted her head to the side a bit like she always did when she was waiting for an answer from someone. It was one of her quirks. Her thumbs were still rubbing the backs of his hands as a natural reaction. Angie's eyes were locked on Markus' as she waited for him to answer her. She would be okay even if the answer were no as long as the rumor wasn't true. The rumor about Markus and Rachel anyways. Other rumors didn't matter, just that one. And Angie would believe Markus if he said it weren't true. Realizing her mind was babbling, Angie refocused her attention on waiting patiently for an answer from her Markus.

No more fighting this is only a waste of our time
Cuz soon we�ll be leavin will this strength still be mine
I�ll look out for YOU till i die, till i rot,
oh ill remember you
till i die, till i rot.
You�re what keeps me believing the world�s not gone dead
Strengthen my bones, put the words in my head
When They pour out to paper its all for you
cuz that�s what you do
that�s what you do

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||What am I wearing you ask? Well it just a little I found laying around. Literally. ||
||What does my phone look like? Well, it's just a thing Daddy got me.||
||My purse comes with me everywhere.||
||Don't you just love the car Daddy bought me? ||
||My room is perfect. . no?||
|| Wonderful little Tonks. ||
|| Tonk's room is adorable too!! ||
|| Girly bathroom isn't it? ||

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Need a translation? Here you go!:

|| Miss. Moore. La colazione è pronta ed è giunto il momento di svegliarsi. ||
Means: Miss. Moore. Your breakfast is ready and it is time to wake up.

|| Mille Grazie. ||
Means: Thank you very much.

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The Hectic Schedule:
Algebra II
English III
Chemistry
Choir Teacher's Aid
Lunch
Drama
ACT Prep

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After School Activities and Clubs:
Drama
Dance
Choir

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||OhOoCee: ||

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Emma smiled towards Travis and bit her lip. "Cool, but I do have to warn you-it will be a long drive, can you handle being that close to a freak like me?" She laughed then quieted down when Olivia took a seat. "Olivia, usually when people are hungry... They tend to eat" Emma laughed and moved her Dorito's bag closer to Olivia. Emma followed Travis's glare. "I wouldn't trade the life I had right now for anything like that. Their all fake, nothing real. They are secretly envying you anyway, they all envy someone lower then them" Emma took a chip and chomped on it. "Yep, Arianna's Party. Don't worry, I'll get you in Party Boy. I get one person I get to choose and out of this whole group-seems like you want to go more then anyone. Either way, I do want you to see me sing. I can't believe I've known you all my life practically and you've never heard me sing." Emma laughed and shook her head taking another chip.







Emma looked back towards the Window Seating People, First Class. She sighed, they had their boyfriends with them. Shocking as it may seem, Emma's not happy with what she promised herself. She never wanted to be cut off from boy's, that's what brings most of the excitement. But she's good with her crushes. Travis and Mr. Musician. She has her feelings lingering around for Senior Year. Though, Emma is going to leave a few hints around for Travis to pick up-she'll keep her ground on being single... for a while at least. She looked around. "Has anyone seen Vienna?" Emma got up, "She's probably trying to starve herself for this new school play thing-.. I think. I don't know, ugh. Travis, can you come with me to look? You know more around this school then I do" She pouted playfully at him. Mostly she wanted to be alone with him-she doesn't give a sh*t about Vienna today. Woke up-didn't feel like it. She pouted even more and batted her eyes, then eventually got a chip and ate it and began to start up again.

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The Shy Bookworm
Skylar Rosalina Montresier

❝I may not say too much, but when you look at the past, present, and future; you just know I’ll always be there. ❞

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“Kaleb, I am begging! Would you please wake up and get out of bed before I throw your a** on the floor!” The sound of a young teenage girl sort of echoed in the little, tan apartment in a small town of New Jersey. The girl seemed to be yelling at what looked to be her younger brother, and no..she did not act like this around everyone at school. The young girl was Skylar Rosalina Montresier and when she was around family she was an oddly louder person then anywhere else, especially to her brother. Skylar was still wearing her pajamas and her thick, curly blond hair was pinned up in a loose ponytail and she needed to be ready for school in hardly thirty minutes! Skylar was mentally freaking out, she had to be at school..she was hardly ever late unless there was an emergency, and today there was no emergency and would be no tardy-ness; her little brother was going to wake up some way or another. “I can’t go to school today Skye, I’m…uh, sick.” The young brunette muttered with his pale face still shoved against his pillow. Skylar let out a loud groan, “You are not sick, Kal, get up please, we have school to get ready for and then go to.” The young brother turned to the other side and just mumbled something smart, “No! I don’t want to..” Skylar ran a hand over her face, she had large glasses placed on her face that made her look like a horrible nerd. Skylar then grinned, “Fine..but you know, since we may be running late..when I leave, you are walking to school; unless you get up now.” The apartment was miles from the school, and immediately the boy slid himself out of bed and started to get ready. Skylar giggled a little, she was a devious child when it came to her quite amazing little brother, and then she turned into her room to start getting ready to.

In about twenty minutes, Skylar was done getting ready, she no longer had glasses on..and was practically dressed like a normal teenager. She pounded on her brother’s door and then she gathered all of her stuff, and the two of them were out of the house, into her purple ’99 Kia Sephia, and then they were off to Hermosa Beach Prep School. They got into the parking lot with only a few minutes to spare, they ran into the school and somehow, Skylar made it into first period Calculus honors right on time, she sighed in relief. Skylar had went through the first three periods like they were nothing, she went from Calculus to AP English, and then Study Hall, and now she was off to the all-wonderful, AP History. Skylar sighed as she walked into the room, this class was the easiest most boring class ever, but she had work to do during it anyways. The teacher, Mrs. Monahay, always assigns homework at the beginning of class, and Skylar does it during class..she also has no one to talk to, because being smart..not too many of them had her same classes, there were very few kids in her classes..but some of her friends did share some classes with her, not this one. Most students wouldn’t be allowed to do that, but it’s obvious, Skylar can do it because she passes the class with an A+, so the teacher has nothing to worry about.

Skylar was working on a stupid reading and questioning assignment while Mrs. Monahay blabbed all about government stuff and all. Obviously, Skylar was smart..practically the smartest person in their class, and she’s not sure why she gets things so easily or why she loves books, or why..everyone calls her amazing group of friends “Socially Challenged.” Skylar sighed as she dazed a little bit, she couldn’t believe the way her little brother was acting. She loved her twelve year old brother, but sometimes he did things he shouldn’t, considering he knew their mother went to work early, as she did almost every other day. Skylar shook her head, maybe she was just too mature sometimes, but either way, she learned when she was about eight, how to grow up real fast.

Skylar was so into her daydream when the bell disturbed her thoughts, and she only had about two more questions to answer, “Dang..” She muttered, but she shrugged her shoulders and started to finish the last two, her friends were never too surprised to see her come in late, plus she brought in her own lunch, as usual. The teacher never minded that she stayed after the bell rang, it was lunchtime and her student was actually doing her work during it. Skylar finished up within ten minutes or so and then headed out, running a hand through her extremely thick and curly hair. Skylar’s curls bounced against her back and her tiny heels clacked on the floor of the large school as she entered into the cafeteria. Skylar looked around and then spotted her friends sitting at the usual table, all of them there..except her boyfriend who she thought was sick. Skylar smiled softly as she headed over to the table and took a seat beside of Emma, one of her really close friends and about diagonally from Travis, another one of her good friends..though there’s a bit more to it..heh.

Skylar smiled at them as she sat her bags down, “Sorry I’m late, I stayed after the bell rang to finish my homework..you know me, doing homework during class as usual.” Skylar shrugged, sure she kind of sounded like a dork, but luckily her friends sort of accepted that about her and enjoyed that part of her. Skylar pulled out her bright purple lunchbox and opened it up, “And then this morning, my brother would not wake up..and mom was working..so I had a crappy morning thanks to Kaleb.” Everyone in her group knew she did love her brother, and some of them knew everything about her father..and some knew hardly nothing. She sighed a little as she opened the plastic baggy with her PB&J and took a small bite out of it, after swallowing she turned her giant eyes to her friends, “So how are you guys doing?” That was Skylar, though she was quiet..she’d normally tell how her morning went, ask how they were..and then eat sort of quietly until someone said something to her.

So, I happen to be wearing a little something special.

((OOC: Long..I had a lot I wanted to type, I guess.haha. (: sorry.))

[SmartUsernameHere]

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❝ The Queen's Assistant ❞

His sandy hair was blowing in the wind as he smiled at her with his flawless grin. He was in the middle of holding her close to him, teaching her how to make the ball go threw the hoop. It was way harder than she thought it would be. After the third try they decided that it would be better to set up a nice picnic that he packed for the two of them. This had to be the best date of her life. everything was just so perfect. She smiled and thanked him before she leaned into get a kiss her boyfriend for a few months. It was mid kiss when the sky darkened and she looked up from the kiss when a rain drop plopped down on her forehead. Looking at her boyfriend with a questioning eyes, Mary was horrified to see that he was himself. He looked as if he was changing into another person. She jumped up with the speed of light and bolted as fast as she could down the gravel road that lead back to town. She was almost there with a heart beating as if it was about to burst any second when the honk of a small car alerted her attention. The honking sounded over and over and it seemed somewhat familiar. She didn't have time to think about that though. It seemed like the car wasn't there to help her as it kept speeding up to reach her. It finally came to her right as the car was centimeters from her that the annoying honking was her phone going off. Which meant this was a horrible dream and That it was over with the opening of her eyes. Luckily she got them to open before being ran over by the tiny green car. On the down fall, She was late once again.


Mary had never seemed to ever be on time a day in her life. She was ether to early or way late. Her mother had just gotten used to it and so had everyone that she hung out with, well most had. Looking at her phone which was playing, 'Your Love is my Drug. by Ke$ha' signaling a message. As she opened it, groggy eyed, she groaned as she read the message and knew that Cam was not pleased at her absence. She ran a hand threw her hair and didn't bother replying to the message at the moment. She slowly pulled herself away from the comfort of her large and warm bed to her adjoined bathroom. It was decked out in rubber duckies. Yes its a bit nerdish, so what? Once in her bathroom she did her business and hurriedly took a shower. Personal hygiene was a major factor in her life. She would kill herself if she ever smelled bad. That's just the type of person she was. After her small shower, Mary quickly brushed her teeth while texting a reply to Cam from earlier. this is how it looked.

To: Cammie
From: Mary
Message: Yeah, overslept aggaainn.
Picking up food, you want something?

She hit send and finished off her routine of getting dressed. It was never her thing to eat cafeteria food, even thought the school had descent lunches. She just didn't want what they were serving on the day it was being served. She lightly plucked an outfit out of her closet. She had a feeling that Silver was going to match anything that the other's might wear so it made sense to wear it. She spread the lip gloss over her plump libs a bit before applying the rest of her make up. She grabbed her keys after she finished all of this and jogged out of her bedroom, then down the stairs to where her car waited for her to drive to get the orders. She had to wait on Cam's text before she knew for certain where to go to get lunch for everyone else. She was going to get a big mac from McDonalds, no matter what anyone said. She was hungry for one and it was the right time to have one.


[[[OutOfCondoms: Sorry it took sooo long..this sucks too but...its 1 in the morning...its good for that right?]]]

[glitz and prada - xox]

ARIANA JANE WILLIAMS

miss classy has arrived...

time to crank up the tunes and start the party!

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a best friend is someone who pushed
you to say your secret, didn't say
anything, hugged you, wiped
your tears, and still never said anything.

Ariana ran a hand through her brown hair as she walked through the halls, smiling kindly at people who decided to look her way, and in return they smiled back. She looked around curiously at the posters hanging up on the walls. Sometime's she wondered what people were thinking when they decided to join some of these clubs. She was only apart of the theatre but nothing was really going on, no plays coming up any time soon, so it was pretty boring to her. Not the best way to impress someone, just sayin'. Anna folded her arms across her chest and followed about three people into the cafeteria and stood in the entrance way, still having her sweet smile on her face. She waved to a couple of people who were staring at her and looked towards the un-popular table with a raised eyebrow. Emma's trash talking, as usual, she rolled her brown eyes and looked over to the popular table where Camilla and Bonnie were sitting. She was not going to be sitting alone with them. There was this seperation in the popular crowd, there was the really biotchy people who sat with eachother, then there was the nicer populars. It was strange, but highschool was just plain ol' complicated, nothing was going to get easier anytime soon. Anna knew most of the un-popular's, some liked her, others just decided to consider her as plastic and fake. Which she wasn't, and she hated how some people always assumed her to be that way but never took the time to get to know her. Emma was playing at her party with another one of her friend's, and Ariana was nice enough to let them, but if they began all of that, she would just get a dj or an actual famous band. Her dad knew a few people in the music industry, so that would be a piece of cake.

As she stood there, Ariana was wondering where her real friend's were. Considering it was her birthday and all, they would never leave her at school with the creept staring eyes. She didn't mind very much that people stared, she was actually used to it, but sometime's she wondered what people were thinking when they looked at her. Was it 'oh that's the nice popular girl' or 'oh that's the plastic fake that tries to be nice but she's really a biotch'? The last one made her frown a little but she quickly picked her smile back up when she saw one of the un-popular's looking at her. He had blonde hair, and she could tell he was really nice, so maybe he wouldn't think all that about her. Good, at least she knew that maybe he didn't think she was fake. Ariana finally decided that instead of starving herself and just standing there watching people like a total dork she would go grab a tray and food. Since the cafeteria was so big, she hadn't even looked to her left where her friend's would probably be. If they see me, they'll come get me, she shrugged her shoulders and grabbed the small tray they had. She got a salad, bag of chips, water, and jello. She wasn't going to make herself anorexic just for her 'image'. That was just stupid in her opinion. Ariana walked out of the lunchline and sighed. Great, now it was time for her to hunt down her friend's and kick their butts. Well, she wasn't going to kick their butts, but if they were kissing eachother and being all nasty, she would defiantly risk sitting with the mean populars then with them.

It wasn't that she didn't like her two best friend's dating; she just wasn't really into watching them suck face. She knew so much about Lina that she really didn't need to know, that's all because of Markus.... Ariana pursed her lips together and slowly made her way through the crowd of people, ending up on the other side of the cafeteria where most of the popular kids tables were. She then spotted both of her best friend's and smirked, it seemed like they were getting rather close. Oh well, she was going over there anyway. The brunette slowly walked up to the table and set her tray down. She sat there in silence, watching them converse. She was so quiet that they probably hadn't even noticed she came over, well yet. Ariana smiled softly, "Oh, hey guys!!!!!!" She greeted, a little too overly enthusiastic. Wow, she sounded like one of those annoying preps. "Don't mind me, I'm just sitting...watching...gagging.." She began to pick at her nails for affect and shrugged her shoudlers. She was a very good actress so she was probably doing very well. "'And how is your day so far, Ariana?' 'Oh, it's good, how's yours?' 'Great!' 'Wow, really?' 'Yeah!' 'Well then, did I mention how much I really, really, really, really, really...REALLY, got in trouble today?' 'Oh no!' 'Yeah, but it's ok, just, just go on and live your lifes!'" She put the back of her hand on her forehead then burst into laughter. She cleared her throat and smiled, popping the cap off of her water and taking a long gulp before turning back toward's Markus and Angelina, "Not bad, huh?" Who was she kidding? She was never mad at her friend's, even acting like it was a total joke.

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❝She's the queen bee - the star. She's fabulous, but she's evil.❞

It didn’t take long for Cammie to pull out the Mandarin Salad she had packed earlier out of her Coach purse she was carrying around. The girl was starving, and her stomach had been grumbling to high heaven. In all honesty, Camilla did eat, but she hated the disgusting greasy food the Cafeteria provided. Whether or not people said it was healthy and delicious, there was no way Cammie was going to believe their poutine was 50% less fat then other leading cheese curds, or whatever the hell. Rolling her eyes, she threw the sauce out in the Garbage, eating just lettuce, mandarins, almonds and sesame seeds. She ate super healthily at school, but truth be told at the end of the day, all Camilla did was go home to a big fat juicy burger or steak, and she loved it. Not that she would say that to anyone here. She figured she would look disgusting if she did.

Licking her finger, and deciding to put a little bit of sauce on the Salad, Camilla bit her lip. Where the hell was Mary? Or Bonnie for that matter? They never left her hanging like this. Rolling her eyes, she was about to get up when she noticed Bonnie heading over to the table, sitting down with her chips and soda. Cammie nearly had a heart attack when she saw the girls choice of Lunch and bit her lip, shuddering a little. “Bonnie Maggie, you’re honestly going to eat all that?” she asked, sounding more like a bitchy Mother then a friend. “You know what that can do to your figure?” Looking at Bonnie, she had to admit, the girl had a nice figure, but she was starting to eat a lot more food than she used to. As a concerned friend and a “nutritionist”, so to speak, Cammie was trying to make sure all of her friends looked good. She didn’t want to be running with a crowd who ate potato chips and drank soda, after all.

Taking a sip of her Perrier Water, Cammie wiped her lips, looking back towards Bonnie. “You look really cute today, Bons” she said, taking another forkful of dry salad, awaiting the hours until she could be home with a nice Filet Mignon. Twisting another strand around her hair, she looked around the Cafeteria, giving a small smile when she saw Angelina and Markus being all lovey dovey. “God, look at those two. They’re hot and they’re into PDA. That’s a relationship. As for Skylar and that boy? Not really” Cammie didn’t quite get why they were in the running for Cutest Couple. Nerds? For real. How was that cute? Her big toenail was cuter than those two. Scoffing, Cammie bit her lip as she watched all the kids staring at her table. Really, she was getting sick of it. She watched as Bonnie’s eyes darted over towards a bunch of kids with books and raised a brow. “Who are they?” she asked, not showing any caring tone in her voice at all. Cammie was a popular, they were nerds. Frankly, she had no idea why they were looking this way, and at Bonnie for that matter. Cammie knew the girl liked to get around, but she highly dated Bonnie would “get around” with anyone who read Edgar Allan Poe.

Rolling her eyes again, Cammie munched on the salad, hoping for a Big Mac in her near future. As she dreamed about biting into the juicy burger, she felt her cellular going off. Smiling, she read the text from Mary, glad she’d at least taken the time of day to read the message. Rolling her eyes, Cammie thought about all the times Mary overslept, in fact, more than half the school “over slept”. Cammie was always on time, or early. She hated being late. It just didn’t seem right or fair to the people or the event in waiting. Not bothering to reply, knowing Mary would be at school soon, she quickly shut her phone, placing it back into her Coach purse. Looking back towards the Book Club members who were eating their nasty lunches and probably discussing the latest book on their list, Cammie noticed they weren’t staring anymore. “That’s more like it” she muttered softly, smiling and tossing the hair out of her eye, finishing off her salad. “What do you think those creeps wanted?” she asked, throwing out her Salad bowl in the garbage, noticing all eyes on her. She smirked, loving how much attention she’d received every day for doing something so simple as throwing out the garbage. Heading back to the table, she looked up at the clock. Hoping Mary would arrive soon, the young girl pulled the Mango juice out of her bag and started drinking. Ah, the wonders of healthy food. Of course, as soon as the end of school rolled around, Camilla would definitely be sending a text to her older brother Mark, forcing him to take her to McDonald’s. Oh the joys of being popular and having a reputation.

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