drama. romance. high school. || O/A! ||

CLASS CHANGE: First Period

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[Tifa463752]

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x_x_x Hearing a knock on his room's door, he simply rolled over in his bed, almost falling back to sleep, when suddenly his door opened up to reveal his sister walking in. Oh gawd. He knew what was coming next, her nagging. "Aish...what?" The boy grumbled, blinking the blurriness from his eyes before setting up. Only nodding, he waited for his sister to leave the room, before collapsing back on the bed. It was way to earlier for this. Laying there a few more seconds, he finally rolled out of before, not wanting to hear his sister's nagging again.

He took his time getting ready, trudging down that stairs to find his sister finishing up a bowl of cereal. If they were running as late as she made them out to be, he better eat here, and not at school. Not like he would eat breakfast there anyways, but still. Grabbing a bowl, he sat at the table, pouring the cereal in followed by the milk. He then pushed the milk back toward his sister, knowing she would put it up. Taking a bite, he looked over at his sister, as she continued to complain about their tardiness. Chewing slowly, he rose a brow at her, letting her finish before he said something. "Stop whining. We won't be late..." He mumbled with a shake of his head, as he took another bite of his cereal. He had a mind to eat even more slowly. Just to annoy her. When he finally finished, he pushed the bowl toward the center of the table, before getting up and retrieving his bag. Hearing his sister scold him about his bowl, he glanced over his shoulder at her, before walking. "Nah, it will be fine there." Replying to her dismissively. Of course, Keenan knew that she would be put it up for him.

Standing outside the door, he waited for his sister, shoving his hands in his pockets.

The trip to school was alright. Aside from his sister's constant talking. It was to early for him to talk. Especially about school. So, instead of being engaged in the conversation, he only nodded. Giving small simple answers when he had to. Not long after arriving on school ground's he heard the faint sound of music. Not radio, live. There sitting on a car, was a guy Keenan had not recognized. Looking at his sister, it was obvious she was thinking the same thing. Continuing on inside, the pair made it to their lockers.

Opening his locker door, he rested his head against it, as he stared into his empty locker. He was so tired. Tossing his bag in the locker, he heard his sister telling him to hurry again! Why was she so anxious this morning? Giving a heavy sigh, he shut the door to his locker, walking with his sister to class. Upon arrival, his eyes scanned the area, spotting the guy who was causing a commotion in the parking lot. However, his gaze didn't stop on the guy. Giving the room a quick once over, he headed toward a seat toward the back of the room. "Look. The musician." Switching tongues as he spoke to his sister. Taking a seat, he propped his elbow up on the desk, before resting his chin in his palm. Glancing over at the clock, he saw that he still had quite a bit of time to kill. His brow furrowed as he saw this. He thought they were running late!? No wonder he was so tired. His sister had made them really early. They were late for being early? Ugh.

"Lauryn." He called to her. "I thought we were running late!?" He asked in Korean. Narrowing his eyes at her, as he stood up. "I'll be back." He told her walking out the room and into the hallways. He needed something to drink.

When he reached the vending machine, he had realized he had no change. A quarter short. The boy didn't have any singles on him, either. Great. Maybe he had some spare change in his bag. Making his way back to the locker, he got inside his bag, digging around for some change.

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[TheLittleSora]

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Sitting on the bus was almost torture to Johna, and this seemed like the only way his mom could get away from him. By sending him to high school every week day on a bus. He felt a paper ball hit him in his head as he played on his PSP and sighed at it when it fell beside him in the seat. "Idiots" he shook his head.

Moments later the bus stopped, and he shuffled everything back into his bag. His twizzlers and PSP. Standing up along with everyone else, he made sure to get off the bus quickly. Johna wanted to kiss the ground when he saw it, buses made him dizzy at times.

Finally it was sophomore year for him, two more years and he was gone. The sun was warming him as he made his way through the school doors, AC hitting his face full blast. He also guessed it wasn't time for classes yet. Good time to find his new lockers and cram everything into it.

There it was, his locker. He remembered having it last year, which sucked because it was hard to open. "Open sesame" he grabbed it and tried opening it. The fact that he used all his strength was ridiculous - the locker door flung open with ease - shocking Johna and he fell to the ground. Obviously his bag wasn't zipped up, so his things flew out.

"Dang" he groaned as he stumbled to his feet and scratched his head. Johna grabbed his bag, and found his folder and twizzlers bag. "What a bad waste" he sighed and slung the bag over his shoulder before picking up the snacks and tossing them into the nearby trash can.

[UrLilAngel88]

Brook stood there watching students pass. None of them seemed the slightest bit interesting. Of course not much was interesting compared to her video games. Looking down the hall she noticed a guy searching for something his locker. She didn't know him so why should she care. She didn't know many people now days. Even if she did "know" them, if they went by any name other than a gamer tag or handle Id, she'd have no clue who they were.

Looking down the hall again she spotted a guy fling backwards. She tried to control her laughter as he gathered his things. She failed. Pushing off her locker she started in his direction. Even though, she laughed she wasn't one to let some kid be stuck picking up his things alone.

By time she reached him, he had gathered his things. Watching has he tossed the snacks away she shook her head. "You missed one." She was close enough now that he could hear her. Bending down she picked up the sweet snack and tossed them with the rest of them in the trash. "That was quite a spill you had there." Slowly she continued to walk by him, a chuckle still in her voice. "Next time don't let the locker beat you down."

Where: School
With: Self
Wearing: Threads

[OrgasmicGebusCrust]

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My Body is Where?: At home, on my way to school

I am never alone: At the moment it is just me and myself.

What am I thinking?: How pointless school is at the moment, and that my head is killing me....

The room was indeed messy. With the person in it, you would think it would be spotless. Then again, the saying is that the sign of a genius is a messy room. Course the room was pretty messy, what with papers being all over the floor, clothes scattered about, and textbooks of all sorts seeming to be piles around the place. Sun eeked into the room, illuminating the mess, a laptop, and the room. The bed was seeming to be a lump of comforter and sheets. That is until it moved. Life seemed to be beneath the pile, as arms and legs poked out. Nothing moved until thirty minutes later, when the alarm went off, and a hand hit the snooze. That was when a muffled groan was uttered, and then a figure began to emerge. Messy blonde hair, along with a pale, thin frame greeted the sunlight. The girl cursed up a storm, and turned from the curtains, and blurry looked about. What time was it? Early for sure. God she hated school days. Couldn’t she just go back to sleep? The blonde grimaced. Her head was killing her. She slowly rose, and wobbled to her bathroom, grabbing some Advil, and taking some. It wouldn’t kick in soon enough, so she would be left with the pain. She muffled a yawn and slowly took off her undergarments, which were her night wear, and got into the shower. One hour later and she was out, drying off, and brushing her hair. She did her best to ignore the feeling the knots gave her, and tried to not think about her throbbing head. Once she finished with her hair, she got dressed (plain red button up blouse, and black skirt, as well as black converse) and proceeded to get down stairs.

“I’m almost ready for school…oh yeah..” No one was there, she almost forgot that every day. She casually grabbed a banana, peeled it, and began to munch on the fruit, her eyes going about the room. She slowly chewed each piece, threw the peel away and headed back up to her room, where she would pack up textbooks, grab her bag, check herself in the mirror, and grab her reading glasses. Once all this was done, she tucked a stray blonde strand behind her ear, and grabbed her keys, slithering down the stairs, out the door, locking it. She then walked over to her ’68 green Volks Wagon (Huey) and roared the engine to life. She smiled and cooed to the vehicle lightly, and pulled out of the driveway of her average home that looked like the rest, and headed for school. She pulled into the parking lot, and instantly went into student mode. She got out, and ignored all that was going on. She headed into the school, with the many other students, and got to her locker. She pursued her lips when it would not open right away, and politely whispered to it to open. One good hit also did the trick, as it swung open and she shoved her books in, grabbing her Science book for now. No one noticed her, nor did anyone bother to stop and speak to her, as she adjusted her notes for the day, and looked through her things to make sure she had all she needed for that class. She also had to be sure her homework was there (well of course it was). She should see about getting into advanced classes. Then maybe she wouldn’t have to be with the rest of these people. Then again…she did have some good things to look forward to….she snapped out of her thoughts, made sure her books were tightly cradled in her arms, and headed for her first class.

Ah Science. She enjoyed it so. She smiled as she entered the room, and immediately went to her teacher, and handed in her homework. An A for sure. She felt a lot better, though her head still was pounding. She took a seat in the front row, and began to open the book, and began to turn to the pages of the textbooks. She soon tuned everyone out, until she heard a voice. She blinked and looked up. Was there a crime against staring? She turned away and avoided the male who suddenly left. Funny how she felt the need to talk anyone, accept for a select few people that made her heart skip a beat. She let her gaze follow him out the door, before she dropped it back to her book, feeling her cheeks burn. If only, if only he would notice her. But of course, no one ever noticed her. Who would? She didn’t exactly try and be social, nor did she come off as anything but nerdy, unpopular, and probably a b***h. She better get those thoughts of certain people out of her head. Besides, pretty soon she would have to make sure she was only thinking about the assignment, and class.





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[TheLittleSora]

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Johna finally zipped up his bag and heard a girl talk, he turned slightly to look at her and smiled, "Eh, that locker has ruined my rep since the begining of last year" he chuckled slightly and looked her over. He wondered, if he was straight, would he be into older women? He shook those thoughts from his head and looked away. "So fair maiden, who might you be? You seem older than me, so I doubt i'll ever see you around" he smiled as he began to walk with her.

He couldn't help his nerdy talk, he fell asleep on a mediveil game last night. He could only remember how his character talked.

Johna checked in his bag once more for anything that might not have made it back in. Everything was good, but now he needed some new snacks. "Gosh I'll just get something to quench my thirst now" he sighed and made his way to a vending machine with the girl he just met. He noticed a male leave it without a drink, he guessed he didn't have enough money. To Johna's luck, he had enough. He stuck a dollar and 50 cents in and grabbed out a cola.

[UrLilAngel88]

"The feared evil locker. Every school has one." She teased. Brook out reached her hand as she walked towards the vending machine. "Brook. Brook Night. You are?" Catching his change in speech she raised a brow. Oh don't be one of those theartre folks. They are so annoying. She thought to her self. She understood acting as someone else but preforming it. Nah, wasn't for her.


Standing quietly she watched as the guy got a drink. "Now be careful, I hear the soda pop is an Allie of the dreaded locker. I would open that with caution." Holding her palms out towards him, she slowly backed away. She was acting as if he was holding a live grenade in his hand. Once she was a few feet back, she let her hands drop.

Where: School
With: Johna
Wearing: Threads

[Lady NeeNa]

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☇xx ❤xxMAYBE I'M NOT OVERxx ❤

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thought i was, yeah.


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XXX ღ The dark haired girl stepped out of her bathroom, with a towel wrapped around her body, and one in her hair, toweling drying. She then made her way into her walk in closet, going over to the center stand, laid her oufti, that she picked out the night before. She was actually pretty excited for the first day of school. Why? Well it was her senior year, not to mention she would be going off to college soon. So why wouldn't she be excited? Removing the towel that was around her body, she tossed it into the hamper, before grabbing her clothes. Once she was dressed, she walked over to the full length mirror, straightening her outfit out, and finishing it off with a tan belt. She then rubbed her hair with the towel that was already wrapped around it, drying it a bit more.

XXX ღ Feeling that it was dry enough, she tossed it in the hamper with the other towel. She then made her way out of her closet, heading towards her vanity. Taking a seat, she stared to brush her hair out, deciding to leave it down today. Although that was how she usually always left her hair. She only had it up when she was working out or for a special occassian. Putting her brush down, she started to apply a light coat of make-up on, after all less is more? Standing up, she went over to her bed, picking up her phone, she decided to text her brother and see if he was up yet. Of course she could just go to his room and check, but that was a long walk, all the way at the other end of the house. Yay. She'll just text him.


TO: Aide-A-Nator
FROM: Sorella
Up Yet?...


XXX ღ Pressing SEND, she grabbed her her book bag, making sure her music notes and books where in there. She would die if she ever lost her book of songs. All her hard work where in there. Seeing everything in their place she walked back into her closet to quickly grab her black heels. Slipping them on, she grabbed her bag, walking out of her room. Making her way down stairs she looked over at an older gentlmen in a suit, giving him a smile "Morning Andrew! Aiden ready yet?" She asked, knowing he probably wasn't, mostly since he didn't reply to her text. "I think he is just now waking up" The house keeper told her "Well I'll be heading out first, later" She told him, giving him a kiss on the check, before exiting the home. Walking over to her Grey-ish Mazda RX8, the young girl got in, starting it up and taking off.

XXX ღ Arriving at school, the girl parked her car in the same spot she parked it last year. Stepping out of car, she carried her book bag on her shoulder, she locked the car doors behind her. She then made her way into the school, smiling and waving a few people that greeted her, as she walked by. Looking at the time, she still had enough time to stop at her locker. Arriving at her locker, Locker #118 she noticed a figure in the locker next to her. Closing her eyes for a moment, she prayed her eyes were playing tricks on her. Opening them, she sighed, he was still there. Ignoring him, she dialed the combination to her locker, before popping it open. "So where's Lauryn?" She asked, not turning to look at the boy, as she pulled her notebooks out of her book bag. She then placed her bag in her locker, before shutting it, and leaning against it a bit, waiting for the boy.




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[KOMULIN]

FOREIGN GIRL ,
rain while aurora dufour .
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how can i reach you when i'm all alone x ✦ x location: hallway
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✦ Her tensed state began to relax a little when the girl smiled, introduced herself, and welcomed her to the school. So far, this place seemed nice. Everyone she had came across were helpful and friendly. A little part of her, however, began wondering if some of it were acts. Well, as long as she wasn't being ridiculed, it shouldn't be a problem, right? The corner of her mouth curved into a gentle smile as she reached forward and shook Sara's hand. It was odd to actually shake hands with someone; all her life, she had greeted someone by kissing them on the cheek. Fortunately, when she did this to Bridget, her hostess corrected her and said that no one but old aunts and grandmothers did that here. "Enchanted to meet you, Sara. I'm Aurora. Aurora Dufour, and thank you." She dipped her head slightly in a nod of acknowledgement before glancing around. "This is a ... very nice school. Bigger than ours and less crowded." Realizing that her actual intention wasn't to stand around and chit chat, Aurora quickly jerked her gaze back to the redheaded figure. "Pardon my lack of attention." As she said this, her fingers dipped into her back and felt around until she touched a piece of paper. Fishing it out, she peered at the the series of numbers underneath one bigger number. "Ca-- ah, sorry, locker number one-zero-seven." After reading the three digit number out loud, she lowered the sheet and peered up at Sara once more. "I 'ave absolutely no idea where to find it."

✦ Hopefully Sara didn't think that she was a burden. Being a foreign student was one thing, but not being able to find a locker? That made her look hopeless. But from what she had seen, these lockers were much different than the ones in Belgium. The ones back at her school were actually full sized; here, they were half that size. She could only wonder how difficult it would be to access one of them if there was a person at their locker underneath her. Then again, she had long legs, so that would help-- unless, of course, she was bottom. If that was the case, then she might have a little problem. But whatever it was, hopefully she could become friends with her locker buddy. That should do the trick. Folding the sheet in fourths, Aurora adjusted the bag on her shoulder before peering around. More people were coming in, their clothing as casual as ever. She couldn't help but compare the lifestyle in Belgium to the one here. Here, it was a sea of rainbow colors; in Belgium, it was rare to see any colors that weren't dull. She had to give it to America; they had a good taste in colors and fashion, and Sara was no exception. "I like your shirt." Aurora complimented with another smile. The one thing she learned growing up was that complimenting someone was an absolute must and the easiest way to make friends.

[Tifa463752]

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x_x_x As he was digging through his bag, he heard a loud commotion further on down the hall, leaning back just a tad so he could see past his locker, he rose a brow at the sight before him. Apparently some kid had taken a stumble, causing a large mess in the process. School day jitters? Well, no matter the reason, it was pretty funny. This was indicated by the smirk that had appeared on his face. Shaking his head at the other kid's luck, he returned to minding his own business. The business to finding some change. Sadly, it was not going so well. Seriously? He had no quarters? No, change at all!? This was ridiculous. He should have bummed some money off of his sister.

Hearing the locker beside him opening, he paid it no mind at first. Opening another zipper and digging through that part of his back pack. Until he heard a voice. One that just grated on his ears. It was her. One of the biggest pests he knew, was going to be his locker neighbor for the rest of highschool. This was a bad morning. First, he was awaken way to early. Second, he had no change. Lastly, he has to be by her! What did he do to have such luck? Okay, maybe he was overreacting a bit. She wasn't that bad...sometimes. When she wasn't running her mouth.

Well, she could actually be useful right now. Stuffing his bag in the locker, he shut the door. Letting out a heavy sigh, she slowly turned to look at her. "I'll tell you..." He said, shoving one hand in his pocket and holding the other out. "...if you will give me enough money to buy a drink." A sly smirk appeared on his face as he asked for the money.

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[TheLittleSora]

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Johna smiled slightly, "The name be Johna" he claimed his name proudly and looked at his Cola. "Don't be afraid" he teased and closed his eyes tightly as he opened the drink. He heard a fizzle, but nothing exploded. "Hah. Maybe luck will get me today" he nodded.

"By the way, what's your hobbies? I like to game and roleplay, sometimes draw some...stuff" he mumbled the last word, knowing he was a bit of a pervert when he came to drawing. Either drawing naked women or something with yaoi. He was in the mist of making and actual web comic, but got bored of it for awhile.

He had hoped she wasn't some lame girl, like...a hoe or preppy gal, he was fine with all but...he still never really liked girls. He could just try to be nice for once. Thoughts just piled in his brain as he finally took a sip of his cola and leaned on the side of the machine.

[Taka tashimaru]

xxxxxw h e r e : : . School
xxxxxw h o : : . Aurora
xxxxxw h a t : : . Day one

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xxxxx»Sara let her smile grow when Aurora shook her hand. She took note of how she talked about the school. Everyone thought Blakely was small. Sara could only imagine a school even a few classrooms smaller. "Oh no don't worry about it... locker number one-oh-seven eh?" She scanned the campus trying to think. Being only a sophmore she wasn't sure where everything was. But she figgured if they got lost, they'd be lost together. "Over here, Aurora." she pointed towards the front enterance, giggling again. She couldn't help it. The new girl was named after a disney princess!

As they walked toward the building Sara waved to a few kids she knew. When Aurora commented on her shirt Sara smirked. "Why thank you. You look a hundred times better than I do. That skirt does wonders for your legs." of course, it wasn't like Sara knew much about fashion. She wore mostly black and normally seen as a goth kid. Finally. Locker 107. Sara rolled her wrists infront of the locker to present it. She couldn't help but giggle at her silly actions. "Er we ar, milady." she said with a fake british voice. "Anything else you need help with?"

[MaddixCupcake]

Snowball sure did know how to wake a girl up in the morning. The cat kept purring and rubbing itself all over Lucille’s face until Lucille had finally had enough. “Aw, Snowball, I get it. It’s morning, leave me alone.” she mumbled sleepily and turned over, causing Snowball to fall over. “Sorry, Snow,” she whispered to the kitten, stroking the white fur slowly as she stared at the clock. She had more than enough time to get ready and get to school. A yawn escaped her lips as she climbed out of bed and walked into her closet, searching for something ‘First Day of School’ appropriate. She couldn’t wait to see everyone and ask how their summer went. Her summer was, of course, fun-filled and exciting. She had gone to California that summer and met some really interesting people. Katy Perry’s California Girls popped into her head as she thought about her summer. “Snow, how’s this look?” she questioned, holding an outfit against her and looking at the cat, as if expecting a real answer. “You’re right, I’ll save this one for the second day,” she smiled and hung it back into her closet. A few minutes later, she found something worth wearing and took a quick shower and played with her hair in the mirror. Luce considered that her hair was her best feature.

”Lucille, breakfast is ready!” a voice called from downstairs and Luce looked towards the bathroom door. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she got dressed and hurried down the stairs.

“Mornin’ guys,” she greeted her family and sat down next to her father. “Hey daddy,” she greeted him especially. Lucille was a complete daddy’s girl, and that would explain her attraction to…erhm, older men. It wasn’t an obsession or anything, but she just felt automatic attraction to older men. Of course, no one else knew about her recent affair with a married man. That was a secret Luce was destined to taking to the grave.

”Morning, Lucy. You ready for the first day of school?” he questioned and took a sip of his coffee as he glanced up at her.

“Sure am, I can’t wait to see everyone again. Even Ben,” she responded and swirled her food around on her plate with her fork. Luce never was a breakfast person. Breakfast always managed to make her annoyed, weird affect,yes? That’s why Luce managed to avoid eating in the morning. Luce looked down at her watch and emitted a face gasp. “Oh, jeez, I gotta go or I’ll be late. Bye mom, bye dad,” she smiled nervously and kissed both of their cheeks before running out to her car. After closing the front door, she smiled and fixed her composure before walking to her car and heading to school.

When she arrived at school, she parked and made sure to put her car alarm on. You’d never know who would try to steal a car. A sigh of content escaped Luce’s lips as she headed into the school building and towards her locker, number 114. Unfortunately for her, Lucille’s locker was right next to Ben’s. That was a little gift from her dad since he trusted Ben to watch her. Reaching into her locker, she pulled out her schedule and an audible groan erupted from her. “History? I hate history,” she sighed and slammed her locker shut. She checked her phone and saw she still had a while before she had class, so she looked up and down the halls for familiar faces. When she ruffled her fingers through her hair, she shrugged and looked for the nearest bench. Pulling out her cellphone, she sent a message to Ben.


to;;Ben
From;;Lucy
Benny! I hope you don’t get into trouble today<3 we’ll hang at lunch, yeah? Well, unless you’re too much of a badass to talk to me.
XOXO,
Lucy


She sighed and dropped her phone into her purse before getting up and heading towards the vending machine for a water. Lucy tried to stay away from anything with sugar in the mornings. That did not cope well with her stomach at all. She saw a few people at the vending machine and gave a small smile to the two before inserting her money and grabbing the water. “Hi,” she greeted cheerfully before opening her water and taking a few sips. She recognized one of the students right away, a senior. “Hey Lil,” she told the girl before turning her attention to the guy leaning against the vending machine. “You must be new, I haven’t seen you around here before. Welcome to Blakely, I’m Lucy,” she smiled and waved at him.



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[TheLittleSora]

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The sight of yet another girl made Johna's brow raise, he nodded to her. "Oh no, I'm not new, second lame year here" he grinned in a cheesy way. "The name is Johna" he stated simply, as if he had been telling everyone his name.

He knew for sure, if he was ever straight, a girl like her would not be his type. She was to nice for comfort, he vowed to keep an eye on her (in a joking matter). Gosh, it was hard for him to stay nice like this, he wanted to be loud and rude. Something like how a normal teenage boy at his age should act.

Johna took another sip of his cola and sighed to the refreshing taste.

[Firesong24]

Prima Ballerina

‡Keira Michalson‡


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Keira heard a voice talk to her. It was Bay. Bay was a jumior who she had known for a few years. Bay and her hung out with some of the same people sometimes when Keira did find time for friends. She and Bay had a bit in common. They both always seemed busy with their hobbies.
She put on a smile and tried to be her cheerful self that she could usually pass off.
"It was great! I spent most of it in New York City at a dance camp with the American Ballet Company. About killed me but I learned a lot of great stuff. I'm sorry to cut you off but I'm going to head out. I want to get a good seat in science. Text me later and we'll catch up. You already got my number."
Keira could feel herself starting to lose it. She liked Bay she really did but she always felt like Bay knew something she wasn't telling her and she saw a bit of sadness in Bay's eyes. She knew Bay knew about her sister. Hell, everyone did. But Bay seemed to be the only one who cared. Which was nice but it always made her go back to her sister and her death. She had to get away and breathe. She felt bad for blowing Bay off but she needed to breathe.
She walked into science and saw that there seemed to be quite a few students there. She felt like she was suffocating. She needed to sit somewhere and get her mind off her sister's death and on something else.
She looked up and saw an empty seat in the middle of the class. Not at the front, but not at the back. Perfect.
She walked towards the seat and saw that it was next to another senior named Ben Swanason. She had seen him around school and knew he was a nice guy and she had talked to him on a few occasions. She also knew he was a flirt and attractive. Mabey she could convince him into a little harmless flirting to get her mind off of things.
"Hey Ben." She said with her sweet smile. It came out a little shy, she could tell but nice all the same. "No one's sitting here right?" She asked as she slid into the seat and started fiddling with the A charm on her sister's bracelet.
She had gotten her sister the A for her last birthday before she died. A for Alyssa. She tried to keep her breathing under control hoping Ben would take the bait and talk to her about something....anything.....

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I’m just a little marionette

OOC: {{Sorry gus been gone all day. I have to be gone for a little bit tomorrow but I should be on in the morning the later afternoon and night.}}

[UrLilAngel88]

Smiling at him she spoke louder than she intended. "You Game?" If he liked to role play that would explain his accent earlier. "What system do you play on?" It was rare for her to find anyone who liked games as much as she did. Even though most of the guys played video games, and some quiet a bit, they still didn't measure up. "I game as well. Though I prefer 360 over P3 and Pc." A smile beamed on her face, "Do you have a gamer tag?" She had pulled out a pen and paper and was about to tell him hers.

Brooklyn had opened her mouth to speak but was cut short. "Lucy." She nodded a greeting to the girl. She had remembered her name from the year before. Friends, wouldn't be a word she would use to describe her relationship with Lucy. She wouldn't even say there were acquaintances. Just that they shared a few classes with each other last year.

She stood quietly, she wasn't much for hanging with most of the girls in her class. They didn't understand the thrill she got from her games. And if they did it was some lame a**, dancing game.

Where: School
With: Johna & Lucy
Wearing: Threads