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 Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 7:02 pm
**Achilles crosses the goal line and turns around to find some of the boys and the girls in the stands whooping it up for him**
"SPIKE IT!"
"SPIKE IT!"
**He frowns**
"JUST THROW IT DOWN!"
**He does so and...**
*WHOMP!*
**everyone stares at the large hole the football made**
"Duuuude!"
**Achilles looks up and smiles**
Did I make it? Am I in?
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 8:15 pm
Hartley
It was on the third day of class that he was finally caught. There was nobody else outside of the building and Hartley decided to have a smoke. It was like Vice Principal Wayne came out of nowhere.
"Mister Rathaway."
Hartley nearly choked on the cigarette.
"Mister Rathaway. 8 of your teachers have reported to me that you have yet to attend any of their classes."
"It's a mista-"
"Mister Rathaway. You will attend detention this afternoon. And for the rest of the month. Or else."
There was something in Mister Wayne's gravelly voice that scared the Hell out of Hartley.
"Yes sir."
"I suggest you put that out and throw it in a trash can, Mister Rathaway. Littering is frowned upon here on campus."
Hartley complied, almost robotically. Mister Wayne struck him as someone you did not want to piss off.
"Shape up, Rathaway, or your life here is going to be Hell."
Hartley gulped, and blinked. Mister Wayne was gone. Without another thought, he turned around and marched down toward the detention hall.
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 8:39 pm
*hides from the cheerleading squad in his room*
sweatdrop
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 8:47 pm
Cassie goes to Cisse's sleepover for all the cheerleaders..
"Hiya I brought cookies.. Hey where's Chris..?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 8:49 pm
*looks at part of the note Kori sent him*
We'll give you a makeover...you'll look beautiful!!
gonk
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 8:57 pm
"Well since he's not here.. I'll go find him. Sleepovers are a must for any cheerleader.."
Goes to Chris's dorm room and knocks on the door.
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 8:57 pm
**walks Mysia toward the pool**
I believe this will be easier than those constant baths girl. I do not think you like the brushes, and I do not like the baths you choose to bestow upon me.
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 9:00 pm
*tiptoes to the door*
W-who's there??
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 9:06 pm
Hartley
Detention wasn't too crowded. Hartley recognized two people from his metals shop, and the other two he'd seen around the campus. He looked up at the front of the classroom and groaned. Principal Frost stood there, looking menacing.
The four students who were already in the room snickered.
"Ah, and here's our last addition. I do hope you don't mind the massive stick I have rammed up my a**, Mister Rathaway, as I drone on and on about things no student cares about."
Hartley was taken aback, and the other students snickered again. Suddenly, the teacher...changed...and a red-haired woman in a smart white suit and miniskirt stood before him.
"I always find that a joke breaks the ice during a first meeting. I am Ms. Darkholme, Hartley, and I want to welcome you to our little family."
She smiled down at him and Hartley managed a nervous half-smile. She was some sort of shape-changer...and she didn't seem to care for the principal...that's all he knew.
"You can have a seat next to Mister James and Mister Harkness, and I will arrange the introductions. You see, you're all not in detention because you misbehave, no. You're here because they won't let you be who you're supposed to be. But I see great potential in all of you, even if the rest of the faculty thinks you're nothing but a bunch of Rogues."
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 9:14 pm
"Chris it's Cassie.. Co'mon we gotta go to the party.."
Cassie taps her foot impatientely
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 9:16 pm
*peeks out the door*
Err...very sick...uh...coughcough.
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 9:22 pm
* Pushes her way in*
" Well if your sick you should be in bed?"
* Puts Chris on his bed and as a thermometer appears out of no where takes his temperature.*
" Well you don't have a fever..?"
*Takes out her cellphone and calls the other girls.*
" Since you can't come to the party.. The party's going to come to you. With chicken noodle soup and everything till you get better... hmm...I hope your room mate won't be mad."
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 9:25 pm
Hartley
Well, Detention had been...interesting. Hartley had gotten to meet the rest of the troublemaking crew at Hero High.
"Digger" Harkness, an Australian exchange student who had gotten in trouble for breaking all of the flourescent lights in a classroom demonstrating the boomerangs Hartley had seen him building in metals shop.
James Jesse, known for his annoying giggle and elaborate pranks on the staff. He also kept bragging about a pair of 'air shoes' he was inventing.
Evan McCullough, a Scottish Exchange student with a narcissistic streak in him. At least, to Hartley he always seemed to have a mirror in his hand. He also scratched his nose. A lot.
And then there was Len. Just Len. He didn't talk much, but when he did, the other guys listened. He was a cold one. Confident and calculating. Hartley had the impression he was working on something, too, but he didn't mention what it was.
Hartley surprised himself how quickly he fit in with the guys. Ms. Darkholme seemed pleased as well. When she excused everyone, she smiled broadly.
"See you all tomorrow."
Hartley headed up to the dorms, wondering just what her game was. He stopped short, looking at Cassandra Sandsmark pounding on Chris Powell and Wally West's door.
"Ugh, cheerleaders."
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 9:27 pm
What? NO!!! I don't want a makeover!
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 9:33 pm
* stares at Chris menacingly*
"Oh I see.. you weren't sick at all... You were just trying to ditch us... We weren't really going to give you a makeover but now."
* Takes out hot pink lip stick and purple eyeshadow*
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