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 Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2012 9:03 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2012 9:39 pm
 "I think I should get some McDonalds before school..." Lola let out a small laugh as she grabbed her backpack off the back of her door, hanging on a hook. Lola then grabbed her keys off her desk, and made her way down the stairs. She stopped in her parents bedroom to give them a wave, before turning away towards the front door, and making her way out the door, and down the sidewalk. Hopping into her silver Toyota truck, she started the engine, backed out of the driveway, and drove down the road. Lola wasn't really looking forward to school this morning, or actually any morning. She didn't have any special best friends, any favorite teachers, and favorite subjects. Her short temper had her snapping on people by the handful, and she never manged to make any friends who wanted to deal with it. Though she didn't mind much. She did, but not much. She had gotten used to it. Plus she had after school clubs to look forward to. So that some what made it worth going to school. After getting a quick McGriddle, Orange juice, and hashbrown, she made her way down the concrete road towards school. Lola got up early, because she hated having her mom wake her up when she was late. When she pulled into the parking lot, she just sat and ate her food for a few minutes, trying to slow the time she had till she had to go into the building, and get to class. Oh high school. Such a lovely thing. Not particularly hell or anything, but definitely not Lola's cup of tea either.   
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 11:42 am
 Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge?
I bet you never had a Friday night like this!
Keep it up keep it up. Let's raise our hands.
I take a look up in the sky and I see red...
Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy, red for the drink that's mixed with suicide. Everything red.
Please, won't you push me for the last time?
Let's scream until there's nothing left
So sick of playing, I don't want this anymore.
The thought of you is no ******** fun.
You want a martyr, I'll be one because enough's enough-- We're done.
You told me, "think about it". Well I did.
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore.
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want,
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor.
The thing I think I love will surely bring me pain.
Intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame..
Three cheers for throwing up, Pubescent Drama Queen.
You make me sick. I make it worse by drinking late...
Scream until there's nothing left. So sick of playing, I don't want to anymore. Ⓙⓞⓢⓗⓤⓐ Ⓑⓡⓐⓝⓓⓞⓝ Ⓙⓞⓡⓓⓐⓝ Imagine living like a king someday.
A single night without a ghost in the walls.
We are the shadows screaming take us now
Out Of Cartoons;
Josh is Wearing .. ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ "Josh, come on," a tall blonde-haired woman in the driver's seat of a green car complained. She sighed, frowning at the boy sitting in the front seat. The two looked nothing alike. She had blonde hair and warm brown eyes with a perfect tan and an athletic build, he was a pale little twig with jet black hair and icy blue eyes. The tips of his hair were dyed purple, and he had a pair of earbuds hanging around his neck. The woman on the other hand had a very serious, business woman look. "It won't be that bad. We're staying this time, so make the best of it," she added lightly. The boy stared out the window at the large high school, gripping the edges of his seat. "I don't want to go." Schools in general had never exactly been an easy thing for him. People gave him strange looks and spoke about him in hushed whispers, teachers acted like he was some sort of troubled kid and insisted on making him sit in the front of the class and treating him like he was some sort of brat, and he never made any friends. He moved around alot anyway, so people usually more or less forgot about his existence.
"You know," the woman said, snatching his hat off his head and messing with his bangs. "I really miss your brown hair.." He jerked away, his eyes burning with a new look. The fear of his new school was gone; now he looked furious, angry. "Don't touch my hair," he snapped, ripping his hat away from her. "I'll see you later." He pushed open the car door and hopped out, refusing to look his own mother in the eye. Josh hated his natural hair color. It reminded him of his father, a dead beat drunk who'd ditched him when he was eight. His dad abused his mother, taken all their money, and left them with nothing. He hated the thought of him.
Joshua entered the school with his head down, not looking at anyone. He headed straight to the main office, ignoring the stares and whispers. 
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 12:30 pm
Lola stuck the bag of mcdonalds and empty plastic cup in a small trashcan that hung around the pasenger seat's back, before she hopped out of the truck with her bookbag on her shoulders and making her way into the school building. English first period. Yay. She was never really excited... Lola sighed softly, stopping in front of her locker, and began exchanging her books, and searching through folders for homework. She wasn't really organized. No point. Nate, one highschool's most popular guys in that never had anything better to do then bully and bother almost everyone. "Sup. Wheres that sassy attitude at?" Lola exhaled harshly, shut her locker door, and stared at Nate. "Perhaps its up your a**... now get out of my face, I have to get to class." Lola snapped bitterly, walking past him, only to find him in her face again. "Ooooh, there it is. Ms.Sunshine." Lola frowned. "I swear to god, I'll kick you in your balls, move Nate.""Alright, Alright." He said stepping aside, as Lola walked by him continuing to her English class. Lola finally settled down in a seat in the mid section and pulled out a notebook and pen as the teacher announced having a new student. Lola looked up with interest on her face. That would be cool. A change from all these idiots.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 12:49 pm
Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge?
I bet you never had a Friday night like this!
Keep it up keep it up. Let's raise our hands.
I take a look up in the sky and I see red...
Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy, red for the drink that's mixed with suicide. Everything red.
Please, won't you push me for the last time?
Let's scream until there's nothing left
So sick of playing, I don't want this anymore.
The thought of you is no ******** fun.
You want a martyr, I'll be one because enough's enough-- We're done.
You told me, "think about it". Well I did.
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore.
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want,
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor.
The thing I think I love will surely bring me pain.
Intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame..
Three cheers for throwing up, Pubescent Drama Queen.
You make me sick. I make it worse by drinking late...
Scream until there's nothing left. So sick of playing, I don't want to anymore. Ⓙⓞⓢⓗⓤⓐ Ⓑⓡⓐⓝⓓⓞⓝ Ⓙⓞⓡⓓⓐⓝ Imagine living like a king someday.
A single night without a ghost in the walls.
We are the shadows screaming take us now
Out Of Cartoons;
Josh is Wearing .. ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ After he got his schedule and locker information, Josh put his hat away and headed to his first period. He had English first. Fun. The purple haired kid entered the classroom, holding nothing but two notebooks and a mechanical pencil. He could feel people staring at him, but he didn't seem to care. "Uh, hi. I'm the new kid, Josh?" He waved casually, walking over to the teacher. "I'm sorry I was late, Miss Valdez wanted me to wait to go to my locker until everyone was gone." He smiled easy-goingly and shoved his left hand into his pocket. The teacher nodded and directed him to take any empty seat. Of course, there only seemed to be two. One beside a pretty girl that the teacher called Lola, or one in the back by a boy wearing a letterman jacket with his pants around his knees named Derek. Charming.
Josh decided to sit next to Lola. He walked over and sat down beside her, opening one of his notebooks and scribbling English on the inside cover. He smiled at her, but didn't say much. She already knew his name, obviously. He knew hers to, so what else was there to say? So he simply started copying the notes from the board, his gaze flickering from the chalk board to his notebook as he wrote.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 1:23 pm
Lola looked up as she saw "Josh" come into class and introduce himself. "I'm sorry I was late, Miss Valdez wanted me to wait to go to my locker until everyone was gone." Lola heard him say, as she sat in her seat looking at him like everyone else. Her eyes scanned over his face. Black with purple ends for hair. He already seemed way different then most at this school. That was good though. Finally a change of scenery. She was tired of seeing the same people everyday. Lola watched as he looked for a seat, and was a bit surprised that he sat next to her. Lola didn't have the most welcome face in the class. Or that's what she though. As he sat down and smiled at her, she hesitated for a moment, before she gave him a halfhearted smile back. She paused for a second, not sure if she should say anything. So when the teacher turned his back, Lola looked over at Josh and blinked a few times before actually speaking. "I'm Lola... you must be the new kid." Lola said simply, looking at him curiously.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 2:00 pm
Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge?
I bet you never had a Friday night like this!
Keep it up keep it up. Let's raise our hands.
I take a look up in the sky and I see red...
Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy, red for the drink that's mixed with suicide. Everything red.
Please, won't you push me for the last time?
Let's scream until there's nothing left
So sick of playing, I don't want this anymore.
The thought of you is no ******** fun.
You want a martyr, I'll be one because enough's enough-- We're done.
You told me, "think about it". Well I did.
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore.
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want,
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor.
The thing I think I love will surely bring me pain.
Intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame..
Three cheers for throwing up, Pubescent Drama Queen.
You make me sick. I make it worse by drinking late...
Scream until there's nothing left. So sick of playing, I don't want to anymore. Ⓙⓞⓢⓗⓤⓐ Ⓑⓡⓐⓝⓓⓞⓝ Ⓙⓞⓡⓓⓐⓝ Imagine living like a king someday.
A single night without a ghost in the walls.
We are the shadows screaming take us now
Out Of Cartoons;
Josh is Wearing .. ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Josh looked over at Lola, raising an eyebrow. Well, obviously he was. Not that he would say that. Instead, he just nodded. "Nice to meet you, Lola." He continued writing, pausing every now and then when he got ahead of the teacher. She seemed nice, or atleast nicer than most people he'd met. He ran a hand through his hair, then flipped it back into place. He was bored. That was part of his problem with schools: he was easily distracted and if something didn't interest him, then he wasn't gonna do it. He sighed softly and looked at the board, forcing himself to pay attention. There was only about twelve minutes left in the period anyway.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 3:12 pm
Lola nodded before she looked up at the board. She'd copy the notes... later. She stayed after school anyways. Lola grabbed her notebook, and placed it into her bag, before resting her head on her hands, looking around the classroom. "You're just a bag of fun, aren't cha'?." Lola mumbled sarcastically, as she sat in her seat waiting for the bell to ring. She was actually waiting for fourth period so she could go to one of her clubs. That's really all she looked forward to. Then home wasn't much since her parents were always working.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 4:32 pm
Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge?
I bet you never had a Friday night like this!
Keep it up keep it up. Let's raise our hands.
I take a look up in the sky and I see red...
Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy, red for the drink that's mixed with suicide. Everything red.
Please, won't you push me for the last time?
Let's scream until there's nothing left
So sick of playing, I don't want this anymore.
The thought of you is no ******** fun.
You want a martyr, I'll be one because enough's enough-- We're done.
You told me, "think about it". Well I did.
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore.
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want,
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor.
The thing I think I love will surely bring me pain.
Intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame..
Three cheers for throwing up, Pubescent Drama Queen.
You make me sick. I make it worse by drinking late...
Scream until there's nothing left. So sick of playing, I don't want to anymore. Ⓙⓞⓢⓗⓤⓐ Ⓑⓡⓐⓝⓓⓞⓝ Ⓙⓞⓡⓓⓐⓝ Imagine living like a king someday.
A single night without a ghost in the walls.
We are the shadows screaming take us now
Out Of Cartoons;
Josh is Wearing .. ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Josh rolled his eyes, finishing up the notes and closing his notebook. "You aren't exactly the coolest cube in the tray either, you know," he remarked, shoving the pencil down the notebook spiral so he wouldn't forget it. He glanced at the clock. Two minutes. He flipped his hair again, sighing in boredom. Finally, the bell rang and he promptly stood. Without a second glance at Lola, he headed out the door. He had Computer Literacy next, which was on the third floor. Fantastic.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 5:46 pm
"Ooooh, you're clever." Lola cooed, though she couldn't help smirk at his comment. He would make this year bit more fun. ( time skip )Lola sighed as she made her way to her last class, Science and she made her way to her usual seat somewhat in the front, and she laid her head on the desk as she waited for the teacher to stop talking to the teacher next door. The class rooms were connected by on door that you could just push open both ways. So if one class was really loud you could hear it. Lola groaned after a few minutes, realizing that they wouldn't be done any time soon. Lola then reached into her bag and began writing in her journal absent mindedly, bored out of her mind. She usually did it just to record what was happening during and after school. Fights or rumors that she heard. SO she'll know how her day was.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 12:34 pm
Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge?
I bet you never had a Friday night like this!
Keep it up keep it up. Let's raise our hands.
I take a look up in the sky and I see red...
Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy, red for the drink that's mixed with suicide. Everything red.
Please, won't you push me for the last time?
Let's scream until there's nothing left
So sick of playing, I don't want this anymore.
The thought of you is no ******** fun.
You want a martyr, I'll be one because enough's enough-- We're done.
You told me, "think about it". Well I did.
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore.
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want,
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor.
The thing I think I love will surely bring me pain.
Intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame..
Three cheers for throwing up, Pubescent Drama Queen.
You make me sick. I make it worse by drinking late...
Scream until there's nothing left. So sick of playing, I don't want to anymore. Ⓙⓞⓢⓗⓤⓐ Ⓑⓡⓐⓝⓓⓞⓝ Ⓙⓞⓡⓓⓐⓝ Imagine living like a king someday.
A single night without a ghost in the walls.
We are the shadows screaming take us now
Out Of Cartoons;
Josh is Wearing .. ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Josh slipped in to his last class for the day: Science. He was a few minutes late, but the teacher was talking to another one, so he figured he was okay. He walked to the back of the room and sat in an empty seat by the window, humming under his breath. He pulled out a notebook and started to draw absent-mindedly, not really paying attention to his surroundings. That is, until the boy sitting infront of him turned around and snatched his pencil away, smirking. "Aw, is the new kid making a cute little picture of a cartoon? That's adorable!" He reached forward and ruffled his hair, making him jerk away. "What's your problem?" the purple haired boy demanded, his voice coming out high and shrill like it did when he was really angry. "I don't have a problem. You seem to have a few though. What's with the purple hair? Are you mentally ill?" The other boy laughed a loud, obnoxious laugh. He was tall and blonde, wearing a letterman jacket over an Aero t-shirt and jeans. Douche. "Just give me back my pencil," he commanded, trying to keep his voice level. "And if I don't?" he challenged.
Josh weighed his decisions. He could ignore the guy and be tortured for the rest of the school year, tell the teacher and a be a snitch, or he could punch him in the face... Huh. He liked that choice. But at the same time, the boy was atleast five inches taller than him, and looked alot tougher. But then it was only his first day of school, so what could they really do? Suspend him? He could care less. They wouldn't expel him for just hitting him. Or, I could provoke him and make him hit me first, so I could hit him out of self-defense...
He turned back to the other boy. "Fine. Keep it. You probably need it more than I do. You're a jock-- probably play on the football team? You're failing, I'm guessing, and could really use a tutor. You don't do your homework and don't understand anything about your classes, and all you've ever been good at is sports. But with your classes, you might get kicked off the team unless you start working a bit harder, so you might as well take that pencil and start doing the work for once and --" and then he hit him. Josh jerked back as the boy's fist connected with his jaw, but his surprise only lasted for a few seconds. He leaped over the desk at the other boy, knocking him down and punching him in the face. He pinned him easily, flipping him over onto his back and holding his arms behind his back. He didn't really notice all the people staring, but his jaw was starting to ache.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 4:34 pm
Lola looked up with a bit of surprise. The arguing had make her look up quickly, though she wasn't very surprised at what she saw. The jocks at this school were famous for being rude, annoying, bothersome idiots, and they never disappointed, especially with new kids. No, especially with new kids who were a bit different then most. Appearance wise. Lola's lips turned into a frown as the jock insulted his hair, and then continued bothering him. Lola knitted her eyebrows together and was going to say something when Josh began talking. Lola quickly shut her mom, a bit surprised that he stood up to himself. And she also cringed when the jock punched Josh in the face. As the whole scene played out, all the students jumped up, and crowed around them. And when Lola got up to see what was going on, she was surprised to see that Josh had the jock pinned to the floor. Lola inched her way into the crowd, and a teacher followed. With the teachers help, Lola pulled Josh off of the jock, and the jock off the floor. Lola had a smirk on her face as the teacher began scolding the jock, before a security guard came and toke him out of the classroom. Then the teacher looked at Josh, yelling at him. "That behavior is way out of line Mister... mister... who are you?" She demanded angrily. Lola was holding in a laugh the whole time. "He's Josh. A new student." Lola explained looking at the teacher. "Because you are a new student, I won't give you a referral... but I do believe you deserve detention, unless you give me a good reason as to why you shouldn't." She began, looking at him. The whole time Lola was cracking up. She was impressed that he stood up for himself... and won a fight. But it was still hilarious because that teacher got mad over everything.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 7:18 pm
Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge?
I bet you never had a Friday night like this!
Keep it up keep it up. Let's raise our hands.
I take a look up in the sky and I see red...
Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy, red for the drink that's mixed with suicide. Everything red.
Please, won't you push me for the last time?
Let's scream until there's nothing left
So sick of playing, I don't want this anymore.
The thought of you is no ******** fun.
You want a martyr, I'll be one because enough's enough-- We're done.
You told me, "think about it". Well I did.
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore.
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want,
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor.
The thing I think I love will surely bring me pain.
Intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame..
Three cheers for throwing up, Pubescent Drama Queen.
You make me sick. I make it worse by drinking late...
Scream until there's nothing left. So sick of playing, I don't want to anymore. Ⓙⓞⓢⓗⓤⓐ Ⓑⓡⓐⓝⓓⓞⓝ Ⓙⓞⓡⓓⓐⓝ Imagine living like a king someday.
A single night without a ghost in the walls.
We are the shadows screaming take us now
Out Of Cartoons;
Josh is Wearing .. ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Josh listened to her shout, and didn't struggle as they pushed him around, trying to get him off of the other boy. He listened to her speak. He didn't look upset or even remotely interested. Infact, he looked quite bored. He raised an eyebrow at the teacher, shrugging as she told him to give a reason. "He hit me first," he said simply. "If you think that I should get detention for self defense, then go ahead. I guess it's my fault for getting punched in the face and not letting him beat the crap out of me." He shrugged, rubbing his jaw with one hand. It really did hurt. He sighed softly, turning his gaze on the teacher and tilting his head.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 7:45 pm
Lola put a hand on the teacher's shoulder. "Let it go... the guy hit him first. You should've knew that... it's Adam remember?" Lola said, referring to the jock. "That looked more like fighting then self defense. I'll let it go... but do not cross me. I have my eyes on you..." Lola bit her lip, holding in her laughter, as she looked over at Josh. The teacher returned to her desk a bit angrily, having a student outsmart her. Lola sighed softly, still looking at Josh. He was much different then the kids at this school. He... didn't really care much for what people thought of him apparently. "Nice. Maybe he'll stop bothering people for once..." She said to Josh, before shoving her hands into her back pockets, making her way back to her seat. She loved when fights happened in class. They toke up most of the time, and by the end of the fight, the class usually never got back on track.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2013 9:53 am
Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge?
I bet you never had a Friday night like this!
Keep it up keep it up. Let's raise our hands.
I take a look up in the sky and I see red...
Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy, red for the drink that's mixed with suicide. Everything red.
Please, won't you push me for the last time?
Let's scream until there's nothing left
So sick of playing, I don't want this anymore.
The thought of you is no ******** fun.
You want a martyr, I'll be one because enough's enough-- We're done.
You told me, "think about it". Well I did.
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore.
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want,
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor.
The thing I think I love will surely bring me pain.
Intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame..
Three cheers for throwing up, Pubescent Drama Queen.
You make me sick. I make it worse by drinking late...
Scream until there's nothing left. So sick of playing, I don't want to anymore. Ⓙⓞⓢⓗⓤⓐ Ⓑⓡⓐⓝⓓⓞⓝ Ⓙⓞⓡⓓⓐⓝ Imagine living like a king someday.
A single night without a ghost in the walls.
We are the shadows screaming take us now
Out Of Cartoons;
Josh is Wearing .. ▄ ▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Josh shoved his hands in his pockets as she talked about having her eyes on him. "As long as you remember my eyes are up here," he muttered, brushing his bangs from his eyes. He nodded to Lola as she spoke to him, but she walked off before he could respond. Eh, well. She seemed pretty interesting, he'd have to make a note of getting to know her before he left again. He sat back down in his seat, reaching over and taking his pencil off Adam's desk and going back to drawing. This would definitely be a fun school year.
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