Lies of the Beautiful People

[jabberwocky19]

I woke up in a white-on-white room. Sitting up, a throbbing, almost pounding sensation swirled in my head. Wh-what was going on? I forced myself up further, my long hair shrowding around my shoulders - like a slightly curly light brown curtain. Shoving it away from my eyes and opening my mouth to reveal my grit teeth, I looked around.


The room I was in looked like it had just suffered from a blizzard.


Ignoring the sensation in my skull, I put one leg off the side of the bed I woke up in, then the other, and took the time to look around. The walls were painted snow-white. I doubted any poster or painting had graced these walls since they were built and painted. The white shag carpets looked brand new, and I almost doubted that anyone had ever walked on them. But, then, how would I be here? Looking to my left, then to my right, I could see nothing but white wall. How odd. Just a bed.


I stood up and nearly stumbled, but caught myself. As I stood and smoothed down my shirt, I noticed for the first time the door, hiding in the creamy walls. What made me realize it was a door? The only color in the room itself, a small gold-painted door knob.


~~~


The door took me into a hallway. There was color here, and the outside part of teh door was unpainted mahagony. I blinked, my eyes getting used to the new warm colors. There were more doors like this one, but no one like me.


After a moment of staring and wondering where I was, a blonde boy emerged from one of the doors.


"E-escuse me," I said, and he looked up. "W-where am I?"


He smiled, as if he was remembering something, and looked me up and down.


He said, "Welcome to Bilridge Academy."


Welcome to Bilridge Academy. Here, every one is beautiful. Everyone has more talent then they know what to do with. Everyone has the right for a full ego and that cocky strut you hate the homecoming queen for. Here, everyone is flawed with a secret.


I am your head master, Mr. Garber. In my boarding school, my teachers teach my students more about their talent - and themselves. We tailor your schedule to your talents, and your needs, so that you are comfortable and exceed in every class.


Whether you are an artist, an actor, a musician...A writer, perhaps? What ever your talent, we will help exceed in all you depict in.


The catch is, keep your secret, or you'll have your life to pay.

Rules


~ No godmodding


~ 3-5 sentences minimum per post, please


~ 15-17 age range, please


~ The character in the story above is mine


~ Photos only. No anime, no cartoons, no drawings...


~ Be nice to fellow RPers - your character can be as nasty as hell, but you must be nice


~ Good spelling and grammar is appreciated


~ No text talk


~ Your secret is a secret. You should avoid blurting it out, unless your character genuinely trusts whom ever he / she is telling. Secrets may range from drugs to premature alchohol abuse, to even murder. Go nuts, use your imagination


~ Me and WalkingDisaster ONLY will RP as the teachers


~WalkingDisaster is my minimod. You are to listen to Dizzy like you would to me





Dorm Mates


Room 1 - Connor and Michael


Room 2 - Alex and James


Room 3 - Antonia and Mary and Chastity


Room 4 - Emory and Rose


Forms


Name:


Age:


Personailty:


History:


Appearance:


Crush:


Talent (s) :


Secret (optional) :


Other:


(Thread helped with and written on with WalkingDisaster. Story and intro written by WalkingDisaster. Thanks, Dizzy )




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Name: Connor


Age: 17


Personailty: Connor is a heart-breaker, he knocks a girl off her feet and then breaks her heart with no mercy. This smooth talking teen sees the glass as half whatever and is super layedback. He dosen't care about anyone, but himself.


History: Connor's parents got divorced when he was about 15. Him and his mother adored each other, but sadly she lost custity and he went to live with the dad he could never love. They would always fight and his dad would beat him. His father would not let him talk or see his mother and Connor eventally got so angry that he ran away.


Appearance:

Crush: none


Talent (s) : Acting


Secret (optional) : Acochol


Other:


Name: Emory


Age: 16


Personailty: The girl you love to envy. Emory has a certain grace to her that a few lucky girls get as a small child. But she, even luckier, kept it well into her teens. Dancing is a passion, and while her muscle movement and dance routines may be sweet but impressive, she is sassy and hard to catch. While this girl may be a sweetheart that most want to win over, cross her and you'll have made an enemy.


History: Her parents bickered. Constantly at war with each other - but refusing to get a divorce - they found them selves ignoring their daughter. Emory's only outlet was through dance. She scraped and scraped until she had ewnough money for equipment, outfits and classes, and would attend group classes on weekends while they were at work. Sometimes she would spoil herself with private lessons. She decided to try and draw her parents back togethor, but she also had tpo let them know what she was dojng. So, she gave them recital tickets. This resulted in World War |||. Her parents yelled and screamed at each other, blaming one anotehr for not knowing what their daughter was up to. Emory locked her self in her room, realizing they would never come, and let herself fall apart.


Appearance:

Crush: none - yet


Talent (s) : Emory is a natural born dancer, and prefers ballroom dance and ballet


Secret (optional) : When she was 15 she ran away with her boyfriend to get married, but he called it off. She was so angry and in so much pain that she started stealing wedding ring and wedding bands from jewlrey stores.


Other:

 

[NightOwl]

Name: Mary G. Sterling


Age: 16 Years Old


Personality: It varies. She's bi-polar and has multiple-personality-disorder.


History:


Grew up in North-East Florida, had a very sheltered life, loved to write. Everyone said she should be a doctor because they made the best money, said she should go to Harvard and be a lawyer because she could tell you the sky was purple and when she was done you'd be saying it was purple too. They said she should do this and do that and where to go and what to do. She was sick of it. Silently she did what was asked of her, she excelled in school and stayed out of trouble. Never bothered a soul in all her life. But once she hit 16, everything changed. She met Owen.


You know the punk in your school that all the teachers hate and all the kids fear? The one who doesn't give a damn? Yeah, that was him. Owen brought her from the numb stupor that was her life, showing her what having fun was. In a matter of weeks she was no longer spending any time at home filling out collage applications and practicing math equations. No, she was out from dawn to dusk partying, and taking walks through the park, and hitting the movies. By the second week her parents were furious, and she didn't care one bit. Her personality developed a great deal, and instead of being worried about what others thought, she was out-spoken. 'Hell, she said every last thing on her mind. At week four, her parents had had enough.


Sent to a mental institution for adolescents, she had to partake in rigorous psychiatric evaluations. She completed her school work as she'd done before, but no longer communicated with anyone. Owen didn't visit her. No one did. She grew withdrawn, from the other patients, from the staff, and from the world. She spent hours on end hugging her knees and rocking back and forth in the corner of her room--a padded white-on-white cell would be more accurate. That's when things took a heavy shift for the worst.


Becoming depressed, she had several failed attempts on her life, each as brilliant and complex as any escape artist. One night she mixed the sleeping pills she was given with her entree and managed to form a fizzling, acidic product that she used to corrode her linen sheets and then shred them apart to make a neuce. She propped her bed up against the wall of her room and tied one end of the sheet to the top leg of the bed. Just as she was about to commit suicide, the nurses burst into the room and and stopped her. She spent 10 weeks in the "Rehabilitation" room. Life was unbearable.


Once back in her cell, she began to write again, using a nontoxic bit of chalk to scrawl her words on the walls. She wrote and she wrote until there wasn't a space for her to write on. So then she wrote on the floor. Gradually she began to recover, amercing herself in the literature and once more feeling a trace of hope. She wrote about anything and everything she could think of, mainly about what she missed. She wrote paragraphs on the Sun, the Moon, or even being back home where she had the same amount of freedom, but at least she had a view of the world. One evening, she woke to the open door of her room, a doctor and a stranger entering. That's when things became truly atrocious.


Every night until that in which she was whisked away, men came at night with the doctor, doing unspeakable things to her. She tried to tell the other nurses, she just prescribed more pills to suppress her "lies." Before she knew it, she blocked the thoughts out, doing her best to get away but failing night after night. She just wanted it to end. She wanted it all to end. The very next morning she woke up in an unfamiliar room. Her writing was gone, but it was no more complex than her other. A bed, four walls, a ceiling and a floor. Sliding off the bed, she felt the odd texture of carpet between her toes. It was so alien that she jumped back into the bed, staring down awkwardly. Slowly she crept back down, wiggling her digits and sliding around the room curiously.


Walking towards a brass handle embedded in one wall, she reached out towards it, swinging it open and grinning as her new life washed over her.


Appearance: View attachment 782


Crush: None.


Talent(s) : Phenomenal author, exceptional marksman, and formidable athlete.


Secret (optional) : Sexually abused in a mental ward.


Other: She is very un-trusting. To her a first impression is everything. She hates snobs.

 

[bettsyboy]

Name: Michael Greene


Age: 17


Personailty: hes a smartass, but hes friendly, he is always willing to help and is always getting in trouble.


History: He grew up on a farm outside of a small town in Australia, he would spend his days either at his normal school with his mates or on the farm taking care of the place., ever since he was little, he has honestly hated vain people, the airheads, the bimbos, he hated them all. even though he hates the shallow, he doesn't have a problem so long as there is something under the skin. of course his hate originated from his mother. a complete "plastic" airheaded bimbo, she had charmed her father for his money, but after he knocked her up, she divorced him, took everything and left his father to raise him on his own. one day, his mother came back to town, hearing Michael's father was on the way back up, she wanted more of his money. she came around with a bunch of cops, screaming like she was the victim, Michael had enough of her inside the first hour and did something... he wlaked on and called her aside, while there, he took her around the back, knocked her out with Chloroform the buried her alive, he then went out with a wig, pretending to be his mother, took her car and made it look like she just drove off. the cops never came back after finding over 5kg of Cocaine in the abandoned car. his father was given his home and all his money and possesions back, but the fact is, Michael had killed her, buried her 6 feet under their old house.


Appearance: View attachment 783


Crush: a slight crush on Mary G Stirling


Talent (s) : best at manual work like building, he also has a great talent for gardening.


Secret (optional) : killed his mother by burying her alive.


Other: is very protective of his friends, he does'nt take s**t from anyone, not even girls. although he may not get back at them physically, he has other methods.

 

[WalkingDisaster]

Name: Antonia "Toni" Rialto


Age: 16


Personailty: Toni is as cold as stone - on the outside. Inside beats a heart of gold, that just so happens to be streaked with black. As much of a sweet pea she can be, her sassy, sour side is what you see first, and not a lot of people stick around long enough for the sweet.


History: Grew up with perfection on the surface. Big, beautiful home in Spain, two loving and adoring parents, a fortune…But, on the inside of the sweet candy shell, is something bitter. As much as her parents adore her, they are constantly working, so she never saw them. Raised by her hard-cut maids and butlers, she grew cold. Her parents realized something was up with their daughter, but she confessed nothing. They questioned her for everything - drugs, alcohol, a boy…She denied it all, and refused to tell them it was their own fault. One night, her parents got sick of it and demanded she tell them everything. Angry and headstrong, she tore away and scrambled to her room, lit a match, and dropped it. She walked out quietly, stole a large sum of money, and explained to her parents she needed a walk, and left them to burn.


Appearance:

Crush: none


Talent (s) : Poetry and time management. She also has great muscle control, and has gotten into belly dancing.


Secret (optional) : Burned her house down with her parents inside, and ran


Other: Moved here from Spain. Spanish is her first language, but she does know most basic English words. She learns fast.





Name: Alex Taylor


Age: 17


Personailty:He is very shy and closed, but will open up eventually. He is a total spaz once you get to know him, and a great friend. Connor can be dark and a pretty scary, but only because he usually can tell what's what, and just wants to try hard to protect those he loves. Break his thick shell, and appeal to him, and you have a friend who take a bullet for you. He sees the glass as half-empty, and can be a bit pessimistic


History: Alex grew up with one parent. His mother walked out on him and his father when he was only 13 - and left him with the impression it was his fault. His dad - as much as he may pretend to care - can always find an excuse or a buddy to make last minute plans with to avoid his son. Alex learned how to fend for himself - make his own food, earn his own money and to clean his own clothes. He tries hard to rely on no one, but can easily - if not, reluctantly - attach himself to someone. He got into heavy drugs to escape it all, and as he was high, he would cut himself. Alex would wake up with the dried, bloody cuts and struggle to remember, but he took no action to stop himself. While sober, he would write, make and listen to music, and found this as a much better outlet, although it still took a while to quit the drugs. He is still trying.


Appearance:

Crush: None Talent (s) : Music. Alex's only safe outlet is through writing songs and singing, and has a collection of his own peices.


Secret (optional) : Got into drugs. While high, he cut himself and still has the scras to prove it.


Other: Is basically a fly on the wall - he'll watch and listen, but unless spoken to first, never interact.

 

[jabberwocky19]

All aproved!

 

[14hca14]

Name: Rosalind Faire


Age: 16


Personailty: Rose is quiet and tends to keep to herself. However just because she is alone doesn't mean she is not doing anything. Rose has to have something in her hands or to be working. It can be as simple as a book or knitting or as strenous as lifting haybales at the barn. She does not really trust other people and has trouble just relaxing.


History: Rose's only outlet was riding her mother supported her completely in this aspect and dipped into her own money to fund it. Her father did not care as much as long as Rose was good at it. ROse was very close with her mother despite how superficial her mother could. Her mother loved the life of a socialite and enjoyed the respect she gained from being an heiress and being married to a prestigous lawyer. This life was the most important thing to her and she would not let anyone know that something might be wrong.


Rose's parents both came from money and to them appearance was everything...in public. At home all hell could break loose as long as nobody knew. Her father was physically and sexually abusive of his wife and the friends he invited over were just as bad. Her father had two settings, public and at home. He believed women were trash and that they were their purely for man's pleasure. He did not care what happened to his daughter and wife as long as they kept silent about it. Rose finally got fed up with this behavior and informed the police of what was going on. The day of the raid someone told her father what was going on. He went into a rage killing his wife and nearly beating Rose to death. Her father was killed when the police raided their house because he was holding a knife to Rose's unconscious body threatening to stab if they did not leave. Rose just woke up, after being in a coma for a month, in a strange white room.


Appearance: http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/86/8a/auburn,hair,beautiful,girl,beauty-868ad75b93df85a7d63cf1aa739fc0b4_m.jpg


Crush: none yet


Talent (s) : Dressage


Secret (optional) : She was sexually and physically abused, she feels guilty for her moms death.


Other: none

 

[jabberwocky19]

Oh, 14, you know luffles you...But a horse is a bit much. I am so sorry, but this RP does not focus on animals. You can leave the dressage, but Rose just ahs to leave the horse at home. Kay? =)

 

[14hca14]

Okay will do

 

[jabberwocky19]

Thankies, and accepted when you're done =)

 

[Supsdg]

Name: James Enderson


Age: 15


Personality: James is strongly anti-social. He's a bit of a recluse, and almost never voluntarily interacts with others. He can be cold, but has a soft spot for women. For this reason, he goes out of his way to avoid them.


History: James was born to an American father and a Japanese mother. He grew up on his father's estate, who led a major competitor in the market of computer hardware. Because of this, James grew up around computers, and quickly discovered he had a knack with them. He was practically a prodigy in the use of computers, be it typing, learning a piece of software, or customizing internal settings to optimize the system. During this time, he came across various internet cultures, and began to become more engrossed within them. He had heard the term "nerd" before, and failed to realize the implications it brought. When his mother found out, she broke into tears, for she had been raised with fear-mongering of such things while she lived in Japan. She told his father, and when his father found out, he was furious. He forbid James from any further contact with such culture, and James was forced to continue his hobby in secret. Although he may not be very sociable, he fears he would be ostracized for his hobby.


Appearance: http://img3.lln.crunchyroll.com/i/spire1/06242008/5/8/9/6/5896eefad47e40_full.jpg


Crush: He has a crush on Antonia, but works hard not to show it.


Talent: Computers, and electronically based music.


Secret: He is an extreme Otaku (like a more intensive nerd)


Other: He thinks about little else other than his craft, and focuses greatly to the point where he shuts all other input out, ie. he won't hear others, or notice they are there. Physical contact will shake him out of it though.

 

[jabberwocky19]

Accepted - love the fact that Antonia is a bit out of his league xD Oh, that'll be cute...


--- Merged Double Post ---


Dorm Mates


Room 1 - Connor and Michael


Room 2 - Alex and James


Room 3 - Antonia and Mary


Room 4 - Emory and Rose


Okay, who ever wants to start may

 

[Odd]

Name: Chastity Ann Williams


Age: 16


Personailty: Ah, well, the first word to describe Chastity would be bi***y. She is very rude, and arrogant, and if anyone steals her stoplight, she is not afraid to run them into the dirt. But, under this heartless, cold shell, you can find a sweet, and caring girl. Her surfing also makes her very determined, and when she catches a perfect wave, she feels like a dolphin. If you bother her, or even make one rude remark, war will start. But, once you break her cold shell, her personality before her secret comes out. Caring, sweet, and generous. But, very rare. So, just get to know her for a long time, and she will become best friends with you. But, then again, it is very rare, and she would have to know her for years, and years.


History: Ah, Chastity didn't really have a bad history, until she got into drugs. She went into a surfing competition, taking drugs right before it. She got in last place, and everyone was extremely surprised. So, before she got into drugs, life was perfect. Living in Hawaii, right on the beach, surfing every day.


Appearance:


http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/028/d/4/turn_back_time_by_suicide_bee-d388a6u.jpg


http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/119/b/5/heartbreaker_by_suicide_bee.jpg


http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/090/7/3/stars_don__t_even_matter_by_suicide_bee.jpg


http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/033/2/a/drown_in_magic_by_suicide_bee-d38ml6l.jpg {There are a bunch, but I will only use four... c:}


Crush: A bit of a one on Alex...


Talent (s) : Surfing.


Secret (optional) : Drugs.


Other: She has a bridge piercing, plus her ears are pierced.


(Sorry for rush, I am making fooood. c;}

 

[jabberwocky19]

Dizzy - Oh, I just love how both my characters are getting hit on! -laughs maniacally-


Exepted, Odd. I'dd throw Chas in with Antonia and Mary :3

 

[NightOwl]

( Whoo! Roomies! -Shall post in a second- )


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Golden rays of light rested in an awry pattern on a girl's lithe frame. The awry lighting varied the auburn pigment of her hair as she frowned, raising a brow incredulously as she examined a single sheet of notebook paper with the words "Once upon a time" scrawled onto it with heavy grey lead. But where to proceed? She had to write a fiction paper for class, and had drawn a blank. Pale palm pressed against the side of her head as she rasped the eraser of a pencil against her knee, she chewed gently on her lips, trying to think of where to take the story from there... Waaaaamp waaaaaaaaamp waaaaaaaaaaa, she thought with a slight grin turning the corners of her lips upward, imagining Wiley Coyote plummeting off the edge of a cliff and and towards the ground, holding up a picket sign with the words "HELP?!" roughly inscribed.

 

[bettsyboy]

Michael was out in the yard, working in the gardens.


at his moment he was high in an oak tree, cutting down a branch that was getting too close to a power line.


"almost there!"


"careful thar laddie!" called out the gardener witht he bad back


"dont worry Joseph i got this!"


there was a loud VIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIW! as the chainsaw started up, and as it cut through the branch.


soon the branch fell on to the Gardener's trailer, Michael climbed down the tree


"okay there ya go"


Michael gave Joseph back his chainsaw, his cloves and his goggles.


"just holler next time you need a hand"


"will do laddie, now you get to class"


Michael nodded, then picked up his books and ran inside to his next class.


even though he seemed happy, Michael hated this place, it was full of plastics, and self-grattifying tossers all focussed on whats on the outside. he never wanted to be here, he would much rather be with a bunch of butt-ugly good guys, than a bunch of beautiful bastards.

 

[WalkingDisaster]

Antonia looked at her room mates and sighed. "Well, see you later," she said in her Spanish accent. She sighed and collected her books and equipment, slung her bag over her shoulder, and walked out. She walked through the hallways and weaved in and out of the different veins of the school, arriving in the building where her poetry class took place. She would prefer to read her poems aloud in Spanish instead of English, it was a prettier and more comfortable language to her, but couldn't. Toni sighed again, and sat down in the back.


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Alex sat down in the very back row of his music class. Ugh, how he hated it here. There was nothing worse then a bunch of stuck-up, gorgeous snobs in one place. He wondered of this made him a stuck-up gorgeous snob, but then he remembered that he hardly even qualified for gorgeous. He shook his head and eased back into his seat, not sure how excited he was about this class - music or not.


Edit: I am sorry if I confuse the names..Alex's name was origianlly Connor xD jabber, please excuse this....>.<

 

[Supsdg]

James was laying in his bed, staring off into space. "Ah, how could I ruin such a fine afternoon with more classes? And more people..." James hated this place. It had too many people he had to stay secretive from, far too many risks. It wasn't that he hated the others for beings snobby and stuck up - though it didn't help - but rather than he just didn't like other people. It often showed in his demeanor, and in his dealings with other people. He sat up from his bed and put his glasses on, then walked over to his computer. "If I'm going to ditch class, I might as well use my computer." He walked to his computer and booted it up. He cracked his neck and fingers, and the moment his computer finished booting, a flurry of fingers fell upon the keyboard. "Why Don't we orchestrate an Oratorio?" He started to compose music on his computer, a hobby of his. "Well, this is one way to make up for music class, lol - ah got to watch myself, proper english when talking..."

 

[bettsyboy]

Michael got to Poetry class.


he was honestly the worst excuse for a poet in history, but a person's poem, or even just the subject of the poem can reveal a person's character.


he pulled out a couple of sheets of paper and placed them on the teacher's table, that was his homework assignment.


"sorry they're a couple days late"


he walked near the back of the class and sat down, he looked around, there were 4 kinds of people who attended poetry.


the goth posers, who b**ch and whine about how "life is hard" and all that bollocks.


the plastics who wanna look "deep" but they are just as shallow as ever.


the actual proper students who make poems from the heart, the ones he likes.


and him, the one who does the homework, but does'nt write poems, instead just likes to hear them.


he sat next to Antonia


"hey Spanglish, got another one for us today?"


he always tried to get on good terms with people, usually opening with a nick-name and a smile... which usually got him a slap to the face, but he never learned.

 

[WalkingDisaster]

Antonia looked up. "Spanglish, huh?" she said with a smile and shook her head. "Okay. Um, no. I am working on a peice, but I don't know when it'll done," she answered, and looked at him through the corner of her eye. "Why?" This boy, Michael, she thought was his name, was very....interesting. He seemed to enjoy her work, but didn't actually like writing poems. She wondered how one would describe him if they could only use one word. But first you have to figure him out, Toni.

 

[jabberwocky19]

(Leaving of from the opening.)


"What is Bilrige?" Emory asked still confused. "It's a school." the blonde boy said keeping his smile. Emory rolled her eyes "Can I have more details, please?" She asked getting annoyed. Connor smiled a bit wider "Come on, I'll show you around, by the way I'm Connor." Emory crossed her arms "That doesn't really answere my question, but fine I'm Emory." She said walking over to Connor who was urging her to follow him.


(Guys really sorry I was in a hurry, cause i am going to me daddy's restuarant right now, well anyway sorry for the short post.)

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[DuckLover2399]

(hmmm how shall I start my character?) (*thinking*)

 

[Odd]

Catarina walked into the music class's classroom, tardy once again. Although her voice was beautiful, and she played many instruments, she had despised music class ever since she was a child. She had been surfing, and her hair was dripping wet with salty ocean water. She had changed into her favorite

outfit.
She sat into the only seat that was empty, which was the seat next to Alex. She placed her bag onto the floor of the music class's classroom.

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[WalkingDisaster]

Alex glanced at the girl next to him, then back at his notebook. This song was going no where. Frustrated, he grabbed his iPod and ear buds from his bag and put the buds into his ears. He scrolled through the menu and picked Dead! by My Chemical Romance. Alex closed his eyes and mouthed the words to the song as it played through, trying to suck some inspiration from the lyrics. And in my honest observation From this operation There is a hole in your heart......

 

[jabberwocky19]

Connor brought Emory over to the door of the music class, burst it open and yelled, "Everybody, newbe!"


Emory looked at Connor and everybody still confused and still annoyed. "What is this?" Emory wispered to Connor as he walked her in while greeting a bunch of people.


"It's the music class." he wipered back.


Emory stopped Connor from walking any further "Well, why did you take me here? Shouldn't you be taking me to your leader or something?" She said stupidly, but sternly.


Connor looked at her "No, and I brought you here to sit in with a lesson, so you can see what it's like here, so why don't you go sitt by that freaky little emo kid over there." he said pointing at Alex.

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[WalkingDisaster]

Alex, even with the buds in his ears, easily heard Connor. He muttered something a bit foul under his breath, but said nothing. Holy hell, how he hated that stuck-up blonde, a-hole heart breaker of a plastic. He was like Ken, and what ever girl he had under his arm for the day was his Barbie. Alex rolled his eyes and turned teh song down. Ooh, this'll be interesting to watch....


(Grah ah short post....Sorry, dead muse XP)