Lies of the Beautiful People

Her phone screen lit up on the desk beside her, vibrating hectically for attention. Casually glancing towards it, the digital numbers on the screen chilled her to her core. She was late for class... again. Standing up so fast that her chair tipped over and hit the ground with a thud--catching her pant leg and pulling her back as well--she scrambled about on her hands and knees, cursing lividly as she probed the lower drawers of her desk for homework.


Seizing her poetry assignment, she stuffed it into her backpack, turning tail and lurching towards the door. In a few moments she had traversed the hallways, reaching out for the handle of the door, forgetting that it was to be Pulled open, rather than Push. She slammed into it with her stomach, being tossed back onto her rump in the middle of the hall, bag sliding to the opposing end of the isle and spilling its contents. "MOTHER F--"
 
Michael smiled and nodded. He actually expected to get a slap to the face, but this spanish girl seemed nice, unlike a lot of the others in ths class.


he leaned back in the chair, and began spinning a 20cent piece on the table, flicking it to keep it spinning.


"thats a shame, i kinda like your poems... granted i have no idea what your saying, since i dont speak spanish and all but..."


he ut his hand down on the spinning coin


"i'm gonna stop now before i make myself look like more of a bell-end"
 
Antonia smiled at the compliment, but blinked twice at his chocie of words. "Well, thank you, I - Excuse me? Bell-end? I don't understand. What means 'bell-end?'" she asked, brushing her hair from her crisp blue eyes. Again, very interesting boy, Michael... Stupid horrid English of hers.
 
Rose woke up in a strikingly white room however it was not an eery white like the walls of a hospital. As she sat up and trying to figure out where she was she noticed pale bruises tracing there way up and down her body. Slowly everything began to come back but it was still fuzzy. As she leaned back she slipped her left hand under her pillow. There was a piece of paper, she pulled out and read the bold black print against the complete and utter white. The letter told her what had happened and a small tear ran down her face as she read about her parents death. Not only was her mother dead but if she had not all called the police she would still be alive today. Rose forced herself to keep reading starting to understand why she was here. There was a list of classes and a small map on the bottom of the letter. She dropped the letter on her bed and started to explore the room.


Rose walked over to the chest of drawers closest to her bed. Inside were all the riding outfits she could want along with a gorgous but simple wardrobe. Above the chest of drawers was a small mirror. Her jaw and arms were still covered with the shadow and discoloration of bruises but Rose had become a pro had hiding these things. Rose rummaged through the drawers until she found some makeup. With quick fast strokes she dabbed the concealer onto her face until it was nothing but a drab one toned shade. She slowly began to retrace her features making her cheeks, eyes and lips more noticably. By the time she was done nobody would be able to tell anything. Grabbing the hairbrush Rose pulled her brunette locks into a sloppy side braid that rested softly on her shoulder. Out of the corner of her eye Rose noticed a small streak of Mahogany. She peeked her head into the hallway curiously.
 


Emory sat next to the dark haired boy Connor said to sit next to and waited for the teacher to show up. Connor went over to the other side of the room to sit with a bunch of loud boys, leaving Emory, not knowing a soul and still confused, to sit awkwardly and wait. Tapping her foot agenst the hard wood floor, Emory started to get annoyed she had never been very patient. She started to fuss with her dress ​
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http://fiveblondes.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/tibisil11.jpg , wishing she knew where she was and wanting her cell phone. After a while of waiting she couldn't take the silence anymore "Hey, I'm Emory and you are?" she asked the boy next to her awkwardly and stupidly.
 
Alex heard something over the music, and turned his head. "Huh? Oh, uh, I'm Alex," he said, figuring out her words, and turning the volume on his iPod down. "Damn, you met Connor first. Sucks for you, he is very small-minded, but you probably figured that out," he added, changing the song from Sixx A.M. to Three Days Grace. Living in a World So Cold, wasting away Living in a shell with no soul Since you've gone away Living in a World So Cold, counting the days.....
 
(Walking, you are the Yin to my Yang. -Loves 3DG with a torrid passion.- ;o)


Collecting herself, she grabbed her supplies, slipping into the class room, looking somewhat dazed. Running a hand through her hair, she took a seat in the back of the class, hoping to go undetected. She didn't really like these smug hipster; Abercrombie & Fitch wearin; never-worked-a-day-in-their-life; trolls. She was somewhat tired, and looked to her iPod, scrambling to find her class playlist and notebook to write down whatever inspiration decided to strike her. It didn't quite work out, so she simply began to scrawl down the lyrics to a Rise Against song...


...Just because of you


I believe in angels,


Not the kind with wings


No not the kind with halos--


The kind that lead you home,


when home becomes a strange place.


All you have to so,


is s h o u t i t o u t!
 
The hallways were empty so Rose quitely shut her door spinning around on her heels. Somehow she knew that the only thing that was going to make sense to her was work of somekind. She pulled a pair of jeans and a simple long sleeved shirt. It was so weird how the school knew everything about her and exactly what she needed. Whatever she would have to deal with that paranoia later. Rosegrabbed the map off the all white dresser locating the stable yard.


Her muck boots thumped softly in the carpeted hallways. Rose felt so small in the hallways begged for the buzzing of students and the emptiness made her feel like an ant under a microscope.
 
"Dragulaaaaaaa," hummed Mary, running out of lyrics and now sketching the instructor as an ogre, taking it to its fullest extent and adding a distended belly, bulbous nose, beady-angry eyes, and burlap attire. So far engrossed in her current task, she failed to notice the looming presence of her teacher gazing over her shoulder, just as she had finished and made the arrow to the name-tag on the beast's shirt that identified it as Mrs. Colliar. "EH HEM!" hissed her ancient and broad-shouldered teacher, making her jump and knock her books clean off the tabula.


"I think you'd be better off in an art class," huffed the old bat as she shooed her out of the room, books and all, to go see the headmaster. Begrudgingly, Mary complied, dragging her feet as always.
 
"He is small minded isn't he." Emory agreeed with the boy. Sge started to fuss with the heart charm on her necklace "So, what do you play?" She asked dumbly, asuming he played something since he was in the music class. Connor walkled over to the other side of the room to where Emory was. "Hey guys you making small talk?" he saked pulling up a chair and putting it between Emory and Alex. He put his arm around Emory, but she pulled away. Emory was discussed by the way Connor was trying to make a move on her right after they met, it was most likely because she was confused and sad boys think that makes it easey. Connor was a litle suprised that she pulled away, that did not normally happen, but he shrugged it off and acceted that would have work a little harder to get this one.

​
 
Michael's eyes shot up, remembering what he just said


"uhh... a bell end is... uhh..."


he snapped his fingers, having just thought up a good way to drop it


"its an expression, if i say i'll stop before i look like a "bell end" it means that i would stop before making myself look like an idiot and a jerk"


he let out a "phew" feeling like he just dodged a bullet


"i could tell you more about what a "bell-end" is to give it that expression, but i think you'd just stab me if i did" he said jokingly.


unfortunately when he joked he got a bit louder, the teacher slamed down her hand on the table


"Enough talking Mr Greene! you are behind in this class as it is!"


"yes miss"


"thats Mrs Hornberry!"


"Mrs Hornbag more like it" he said under his breath, just loud enough for Toni to hear


"what was that?"


"nothing Mrs Hornberry!"


he opened his book and began.. drawing!


his drawings were true art, somewhat gothic but beautiful anyway, like his picture of a teddy bear holding a bloody cleaver, or his picture of a stick-thin woman in a black dress.
 
Antonia found herself smiling. She quickly wiped that off her face. "Okay, gracias...For possibly destroying my English," she joked in a hushed whisper, then pulled out her poetry ntoebook and started scribbling in Spanish. She would translate to English later, it was easier to write in her own language.


~~~


Alex rolled his eyes at Connor. "Guitar. And I sing, some, too," he said, answering Emory. Connor is such a pig...It was a crying shame that this nice girl met him first instead of, say, Michael, or Toni. Even Chastity would be a step-up from a desperate player.


(Owl, you are the salt to my pepper. I love Rise Against <3)
 
Rose peeked into one of the classrooms on her way outside. The room was filled with kids about her age holding either sheet music or an instrument. Everyone was strikingly beautiful and she felt out of place. The fact that she was standing alone, seperated from all these beautiful people by a wall made everything more ironic. Of course she was on the outside, she had always been on the outside. Before her parents had died they had been socialites, practically royalty, but they never took their daughter to these events.
 
"...And done. Not my greatest work but eh, whatever. Wait, what class am I supposed to be in anyways? Hmm..." James walks over to his desk and looks at his schedule. "Music huh? Irony isn't it? Heh, I could always touch up on my new song in class. Not that any of those ****s would understand something as old as classical era oratorio." He walked back over to his computer and sent his musical piece he just finished to his email. Then he picked up his laptop (as opposed to his desktop), and started walking down the hall. He found his music class and peeked in. "Ugh... another person... I hate new people. Actually, I just hate people, lo- eh, caught myself. Eh, might as well commit." James goes to walk into the room but can't because Rose is in the way. "Eh, escuse me, but could you move? I'm late to class."
 
Something caught the corner of Alex's eye. He looked over at the door and put his pencil down. James was standing there...with a girl. Alex squinted to get a look at her, but couldn't - she had her back turned, looking at James. Alex sighed and considered getting up....Nah. He shook his head and turned his iPod down. If James needed some help, he'd get up.
 
Marching with her arms folded across her chest, she encroached on the forsaken grounds of the Administrative Buildings. Peeping in to open doors, she could see teachers chastising students whom hung their head in shame, figuring it best to take it in silence and hope it would end soon. Whenever she was caught, she received a pair of furrowed brows, narrowed eyes, and scowling lips. "Crap," she would hiss under her breath and dart off down the corridor, meandering as if to prolong the inevitable. She DID NOT want to see the dean, to which she was not-so-pleasantly acquainted.
 
"Sorry," Rose said quickly slipping out of his way. She continued to wander further down the hall ways becoming even further lost than she could even imagine. The ruddy carpet masked the reverberating thumps of her boots.
 
"Ah, i-i-its okay, no-one's fault, r-really..." he replied flustered. After this he moved past her into the classroom. James thought, God, why do I freak out every time a girl talks to me, seriously! Its ridiculous, I HAVE to get this under control. After that, he walked up to his seat and pulled out his laptop, booting it up. "Hey Alex, I know your a little... occupied right now, but do you have any new music made? I could filter it and lay drums down if you do." James was obviously in a better mood than normal, as he only occasionally offered to do things for others.
 
Michael chuckled under his breath


"my pleassure"


a girl went up to speak her poem, she was one of those rich girl goth posers, and as expectred she wrote a 4 page poem about death, misery... probably angry that "daddy" didnt buy her a nice enough car.


it was obvious, Michael was barely keeping to together, he wanted to burst out lsaughing snd cal her out on her fraud, but he didnt.
 
Alex looked at James and fingered his pencil, rolling it around and tapping it on the notebook to an original beat. “No, but I’m working on something. If you could do that, that’d be great,” he said. He looked at his paper, erased a word and replaced it with a new one, then looked back at James with his I know you ditched, dude face on. He could also tell that James was in an unusually good mood….


~~~


Antonia listened carefully to the girl’s poem, trying to keep the raw disgust off her face. She believed that poetry was made up of feirce emotions - love, despair, angst, jealousy and anger. However, this girl was speaking out of anger, and had many times before. She shook her head, not needing to mentally translate her words.
 
Michael took out a small tube of fruit-flavoured Mentos


he took one for himself then tilted the pack towards Toni, he looked at her and raised an eyebrow, symbolising "want one?"
 
Antonia looked at Michael, then at the candy. She had seen these candies before, even in Spain, but had never tried one. "Thank you," she whispered, and plucked one from the tube. It tasted differnet then what she expected, but was still good. She couldn't help but wonder what Michael was thinking....
 
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