Could you be the one for me?

Amy smiled as people passed her. (ANYONE OPEN FOR RPING WITH?) She walked around, then found her locker. She slowly put in the combination. It would open. "Crap!" She said, pushing her hair back behind her hair. She put the combination in again. Still not 'openation.' She kicked the door, frustrated.


Tyler looked around, and sighed. Oh, what a dreadful day this has been. He looked around, hearing regular High School sounds. Like people making out, girls screaming and running away from weirdo guys, guys laughing their brains out, and people texting.
 
Lauren kept on walking down the hall until she heard a faint complain of a girl a bit away from her. She tilted her head a little at the sight. The long haired girl had kicked a locker's door and seemed kinda frustrated with it. She walked to her, her hands stuffed on her pockets. "Do you need any help?"
 
Philip saw Mcauley look at the boy down the corridor. "So he must have a locker over there." Philip followed.


((Sorry for the absence .-. Been kinda busy because I'm 16 and doing my end of year exams ;- ;) )
 
When Mcauley reached his locker, he opened the locker and avoided looking at the guy next to him. He reached in to get the books for this first class. When he stepped back, the locker slammed shut in his face. "Back, eh, Scottie?"
 
Philip stepped forward to see if Mcauley was okay. "Hello? Yes. It would be nice if you wouldn't do that." He followed up with to the 'bully'.
 
(Bully's name shall be... Hunter. o - o)


The bully, Hunter, sent Philip a glance. "Who're you?" he asked gruffly. Mcauley flinched when Hunter moved to reach towards him, but felt nothing. He looked up to see Hunter smirking at Philip as he leaned against the lockers. "Scott's finally got a friend, then?" Mcauley scowled and tried to make himself seem big. "I've got friends. You just don't know them." he said defiantly.
 
((Hunter? xD Okkie, it'll do))


"Well if you had friends, wouldn't they be with you right now?" Philip followed up with with a very slight hint of sarcasm in his voice. Philip moved in between the bully and Mcauley. "The name's Philip 'Alec' Morris."
 
Mcauley's eyes widened and he took hold of Philip's arm, trying to drag him away. He couldn't due to the fact that Philip was considerably taller than him. He watched as Hunter's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Well obviously, my friends and I have lives, unlike you two ***(-insert insult there-), who probably have only ever met each other." he growled.
 
"Haha. You're kinda funny. I have more people on my mobile than you ever would have." Philip replied calmly. Philip looked down to see Mcauley tugging on his arm. He attempted to remove his arm from Mcauley's grip.
 
Mcauley watched Hunter's fists clench and began to inwardly panic. He managed to keep his hold on Philip's arm and continued trying to pull him away. "Let's go, Philip." he whispered desperately, not wanting either of them to end up getting hurt.
 
Philip turned and saw Mcauley's eyes filling with worry. "Maybe its best if I just go with him and leave." He looked at Mcauley and replied with "Okay, its probably for the best."
 
Amy looked up and pulled the hair out of her face. "Yeah." She said, blushing a bit. She must have looked pissed, at an in-Mamet object. She must have looked stupid too. Amy didn't eye-contact. "This locker won't open." She said, stepping aside. She finally looked up at the girl, and said, "I'm new. I don't know how to work these." She said, gesturing to the locker.


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Also, I have arranged the SOUL-MATES! Look at the first page here, or at the sign-up! (( Best you look at the sign-up one, it has some extra info there!))
 
"Nnnh." Michael groaned to himself as he slipped out of the faculty room. He was, by far, the youngest person there. And to him, they were about as stuck-up as his parents were. He shifted the guitar case on his back and he turned on his heel, starting to stride down the hallway. Those that took his class knew he was.. abnormal. A piano was nowhere to be found when he taught music - everything was accompanied by his instrument of choice.


But.. he needed money. His 'band' wasn't coming together the way he wanted to. Jam sessions, sure. Awesome. But when it came to getting an album together, or going on tour.. Damn, he must have gone through four vocalists, three bassists, and two drummers because they fell apart as soon as it was time for the rubber to meet the road. His eyes glance tither and fro, watching the milling of students around him. He overheard someone complaining about their locker and he paused, not making eye contact with any of the student. He just looked at the combination lock. "Just put in your combination, then pull up on the mechanism here." He reached for the lock, and pulled up on it. Of course, since it was locked, it didn't budge. "It'll pop right open."
 
She was late. She had never been this late to school before. Jett had brought her younger brother to school by city bus and then took it to her school. Unfortunately it didn't stop anywhere near her school, which then forced her to have to run all the way there. She could now see the school's rooftop from where she was, and with a few more minutes she managed to reach the school yard in no time. She stood in the yard, watching the unmoving building. She was trying to catch her breath, as she crouched over and placed her hands on her knees.


When she had finally caught her breath she stood back up, brushing the long strands of red hair that fell into her face behind her ears. She then began to walk inside the school. She knew where her classes were, and she even knew where her locker was. So she headed straight for her locker. It wasn't to far down from the front doors. Just took a left down one hallway only to turn right onto another. It was the about halfway down the hall from the turn. She put everything she didn't need into her locker and stared into it for a moment. 'Never again Mother, please take him to school next time.' She thought to herself before closing her locker and sighing.
 
Kristy hummed as she put her made her way into an empty classroom. Opening her sketchbook to an unused page, she began to draw. When she was creating, she usually never thought about what would end up on the page. She went into a trance-like state and let her mind and pen do the work. She almost always usually ended up like this.
 
Tyler walked the hall-ways. He studied the school. It had been a while since he'd been at the school. It'd been two years since he'd been to this school. He'd moved, and then moved back here. He wasn't sure that he liked this place better, but he might find out soon...
 
Mcauley set off at a run, keeping his grip on Philip's arm until they had ran down two halls. He let go of Philip's arm and leaned down, his hands against his knees. "He's scary." he panted.
 
Michael blinks when he spies a pair running down the hallways. He removes himself from Amy's locker, never once actually looking at her or the one who was with her. He sticks his hands on his pockets and he walks down the hallway, turning the corner and looking around - and spying Mcauley and Philip panting for breath. He pauses as he looks at the two and he frowns. Does he want to get involved on what was going on? Ah, hell. Being a faculty member is a pain in the ass. "Hey." He announces as he starts to walk toward them. "What's going on? You're running in the halls."
 
Mcauley jumped when someone spoke, thinking Hunter had chased them down. Then the person had said something about running. Hunter would have simply skipped the talking and gone straight for the violence... Mcauley looked up and blinked when he spotted the music teacher. "Er... We were... We were late for class...?" he tried pathetically, glancing at Philip.
 
"Sorry sir. We were running late for class just like Mcauley said." Philip followed up with to make Mcauley's story more believable. Philip looked down to see Mcauley eyeing; Philip gave a nod with an added smile to reassure his uneasiness.
 
Lauren chuckled and moved her hand a little "Don't worry. It happens to us all" She stared at the locker for a moment, running her fingers through her hair softly. When the guy helped her she smiled and shrugged "Well it's all done" She then stuffed her hands into her pockets before bidding her farewell "Buy"
 
Alice walked through the hallways, clutching her books close to her chest. She felt small among the students and campus. She felt everyone staring at her long White hair. She stopped in front of a window and stared outside. She tried to memorize every color there was outside.
 
Amy looked up at the guy, and blinked at him. For some reason he wasn't looking at her, or the girl along with her. She listened to his voice, and how it was calm. She watched how he put his fingers on the locker, motioning for her to put the combo in and open the 'latch.' "OK." She said, looking at him, question on her face. Then, he started to leave. "What! Who are you?" She yelled, looking towards the direction he went.


Tyler coughed, covering his mouth with his elbow. He looked up, and saw a young girl walking to the exit. She had long white hair, the stood out in almost every background. He followed her to the exit, and watched her look outside. He walked up to her. "Hi." He said, waiting for her to turn around and slap him because he freaked her out.
 
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