Realistic or Modern The Irony of Choking on a Lifesaver.

[Crookie]

[Plot can be found in Overview. This is a strong teen-based roleplay, between Casual and Detailed. Be careful of the content you may come across while roleplaying, use "#Trigger" if you may use something that may trigger someone, and read the Plot and others' characters carefully. Have fun, and please join!]

 

[Crookie]

"The newly designated capital of the Confederacy in Richmond, only a hundred miles away from Washington, D.C., made a logical target for the Union army. But first, they needed to capture an important railway junction in Manassas, Virginia, 30 miles southwest of Washington. Troops set out for Manassas on July 16, 1861. . . . "





9:04 a.m., and it already felt like the worst day of Alex's life, all over again.


He actually wasn't able to clack his tongue at that - this was, most possibly, the most important day of his life. This was the day that he will finally be able to start living. He, and so many others, will be able to regain their dignities, heal their emotions, wipe away their scars, and finally dry those tears. As though we're all living in a soap opera, this scene won't be overreacted. It all went down tonight, with the party.


And yet, here little Gaskarth was spending the last day of his highschool life. Slouched over his desk, drowning out Mr. Joseph's high-pitched monotone with his own racing thoughts. Mr. Joseph has been drawling on about this stuff longer than the Civil War actually lasted, he was sure.


Behind him, two girls he couldn't put a finger to their names were whispering, loud enough for him to hear: . . . fucking killer cramps, I'm down to my last tampon. The delinquents from the football team had situated themselves around a student that Alex was sure he didn't know, but had regularly seen the back of their pulled-up hoodie. Every time Mr. Joseph turned to write on the board, they broke out in a hush brawl, shoving and shaking the kid's desk, a fresh attack of spitballs in shot in their direction. He always managed to get caught in the crossfire, a ball of oozing saliva-paper sticking to his desk a few inches from his hand. He crinkled his nose, and flung it away with a blue Sharpie-painted nail. It was a habit.


Alex felt like crying, or throwing up, or hurling his textbook at Mr. Joseph's head - whatever he could do to escape this gray-painted chamber of American past. There was so much that he already had to do, to prepare for whatever fuckery was to ensue tonight. There were supplies to be bought, plans to be written and carried out with, things to be stolen -- er, borrowed, and even so, he had to move the party's setting at last minute. Apparently, hosting a huge party in the middle of town square is an absolute no-no. Like, you're going to jail, Gaskarth, no-no.


Thank all motherfuckers holy that Alex's aunt and uncle were away in some sort of fancy South-East Asian country, on vacation for the next few weeks. Somehow, he never realized how totally loaded they were until his mother brought it up at dinner one night - the old married couple had a luxurious and grand mansion, right on the water of the Thousand Islands. He was planning to have the party there. It'll be incredible.


Mr. Joseph writes: "The Battle of Bull Run." The chalk stutters on the blackboard, making such a high-pitched screech that Alex's teeth hurt. "Now, let's talk specifics about battle strategy."


Alex tilted his head down, to look at the bright LED screen resting upon his crotch - Mr. Joseph didn't enjoy phones in class, even on the last day of his students' academic lives. He opened the messenger app, and feverishly began to type out a group text, sending the announcement to all the friends he had queued up to help his damned soul with tonight.

Group

me

everyone, abort your rooms now, and meet gaskarth in the parking lot. operation: school's out is a complete and utter go. nothing personal, of course, but this is the most important day of your goddamn lives.

 

[BloodThunder27]

Brenda was thankful to not be giving birth midway through the school year, but definitely over the summer. She was very surprised at how accepting her parents, and some of her friends, were concerning her pregnancy. Since the beginning of the year, it has gotten a lot bigger, up to where she could barely fit in the school's standardized desks. Most of the time though, she sat in the back of the classroom. In the later months, she carried around a pillow with her so she can sit more comfortably due to all the backache. Over the course of her year, and the progression of her pregnancy, Brenda faced a lot of fat-shaming, bullying and harassment from the School Cheerleaders. Talking to the Principal and School Staff didn't do much help and often made things worse. However, she had intent to put those same cheerleaders in her shoes. Whether they get pregnant or get STDs, was really not her concern. Tonight was going to be fun. With her swollen belly in the way, it was impossible for her to text discreetly, so she had to wait till class was over.


As she sat in class, she heard her phone vibrate within her purse. However, she didn't want to pick it up, risking Mr. Joseph confiscating it. Instead, she slowly started caressing her belly while listening to the History Teacher lecture. She glanced over at Alex before returning her attention to the teacher before hearing a few cheerleaders behind her snickering. They were probably making fun of her for being pregnant again, like they have been since she started showing, which was around the time she reached week eighteen or so. Now she was thirty-four weeks pregnant and has gained at least thirty pounds over the past eight months or so. Hearing the girls whispering and such, but unable to make out what they were saying, Brenda frowned, because she was starting to feel really insecure about her pregnancy.

 

[mangs]

The early morning hour sent a pounding through Mia's skull like some kind of hangover from hell.


It was only around 9 o' clock and she already wanted to slam her head repeatedly into the white cinder block walls of her Literature class.


Dear God, If you're real, please smite me. She silently prayed, her brown eyes staring up into the heavens.


All she saw was the cardboard tiles of the ceiling.


No mighty being casting her from her pitiful existence.


She sighed.


Her teacher, Mrs. Carswell, still drowned on; practically background noise to Mia's inner monologue of prayers for death.


However, no matter how much Mia wished for the sweet embrace of a grave to save her from this tedious classroom, she had some small sliver of excitement bubbling within her.


Today was the day. Tonight was the night.


Her last day in this dismal hell-hole, and her chance at sweet, sweet revenge.


She smiled a bit at the thought before the old, scratchy voice of Mrs. Carswell pulled her from her fantasies.


"Miss Roman," Mrs. Carswell cleared he throat. It was a horrible sound. Years of chain-smoking definitely took it's toll on her, Mia thought. "I know it's the last day of school but that's not excuse to sleep in my class."


Mia could hear snickers coming from some of the jocks sitting behind her. She ignored them.


Mia leaned back in her chair, raising her hand to her mouth to bite at the nail on her index finger. Click.


"Sorry, Mrs. C." She said in a monotone voice. Mrs. Carswell looked her over before continuing her lesson.


Something about Classics? Poetry? Mia didn't know. She didn't really care either.


As class resumed, she could hear chatter begin the the back of the class. Only being able to pick out a few phrases here and there.


She's hot, but dumb. Some gibberish. I'm totally going smash her, though.


Mia rolled her eyes. Click. She knew exactly who it was. Ryan Chesterfield and Jadon McCauler. Two of the douchiest assholes to ever grace these halls. However, they weren't the ones that embarrassed her, harassed her, and locked her in a closet. Click.


They were pretty damn close, though. Click. Click.


But the guys who did do that stuff to her- Click. - would meet their hell tonight.


Click. Click. Click.


Her nail biting was interrupted by a vibration in her pocket. She lowered her hand from her mouth and pulled her cellphone out of her pocket. A text from that Alex kid. How did she have his number? They were probably partners in a class sometime or something. Whatever. She unlocked her phone, quickly looked up- Carswell was still drowning on, unaware- and went to her messages. She skimmed over the text before locking her phone again and raising her hand.


"Yes, Miss Roman?" Mrs. Carswell looked at her under her glasses, an annoyed expression on her face.


"Could I go to the restroom? Mother Nature visited early this month. It's kind of an emergency." Mia asked in an almost mocking tone, holding her hands to her lower stomach.


There were more snickers.


Mrs. Carswell cleared her throat again. "Well. A-Alright. Take the hall pass on your way out."


"Thanks."


Mia quickly stood up from her seat, grabbing her backpack and swinging it over her shoulder. She snatched the hall pass off Mrs. Carswell's desk before walking out of the room.


Let the games begin.

 

[lette]

Nicholai stood in the bathroom stall finishing his cigarette as he tried to call his mom one more time. "hello?" finally. "Hey mom how is Liam?" "He's fine dear playing with everyone in the back yard." He smiled. "good, he seemed a little sick last night." "hey, do you mind keeping him tonight?" "I'll pick him up take him to dinner then drop him back off." "that's fine just let me know when, now get off the phone and get to class.". "yes ma'am" "love you" "love you to". He hung up the phone and took one last draw of his cigarette before dropping it in the toilette.


he walked out of the stall and checked the txt Alex sent. he replied "be there in 10". returning his phone to his pocket he walked out the bathroom and down the hall straight for his ex's locker to admire his handy work one more time. Taped to her locker was a copy of her old sonogram with her name and everything on it, a recent picture of Liam, a few bottles, pacifiers and diapers. "damn" he smiled as he walked by and headed to the parking lot to tape a picture of newborn Liam to her car window and wait for everyone. He thought about the party tonight and all that he had to do. One being find an amazing girl to start dating or at least pretend to date and so many other things. He found her car taped the picture added a few baby things and then kicked the door in for good measure. He then made his way over to a bench to have yet another cigarette. it was going to be a long day.


(sorry bit of a block tonight)

 

[caramel]

" I only call you when it's half past five, the only time I'd ever call you mine. I only love you when you touch me, not feel me, when I'm fucked up that's -" . Lucky's dark eyes sprang open with fury at whatever poor soul dared take off her headphones and in the middle of one of her favriote songs too. The Home Ec teacher, Ms. McCallister stood right in front of her with a pair of pastel pink headphones clutched in her meaty paws. " Ahem, Lucy class is in session. I will be taking these and maybe if you stop listening to this dreadful rap music, you'll learn the skills to be successful in life". Lucky wrinkled her nose. The coffee and cheese breath was not appreciated. Bringing up a hand to politely snatch the headphones back, she rolled her eyes and scoffed with a small smirk on her lips. " First off, it's Lucky. As in I'll be lucky to never be this close to you again. Second, this is not rap music. If it was, I'd be on my desk twerking and screaming F authority. And third, how the hell is learning how to make a soufflé a useful skill in life. Do everyone a favor next year and teach them how to make Ego waffles with that perfect golden crunch". Ending by sticking her tongue out, Lucky promptly placed the headphones back on her head and closed her eyes. Ms. McCallister turned red and held up a fat finger to Lucky's face, opening her mouth for a rant about respect when some jock set off the smoke detector and she rushed, sorry, waddled off. Good fucking riddance.


Unwrapping a cream soda DumDum and tucking it in her left cheek, Lucky opened her eyes halfway and examined the rest of her group struggling with making another soufflé. Glancing at her prefectly cooked one, she rolled her eyes again. People are so stupid. A half smile graced her lips as she realized this was her last day with these assholes, these living scabs who couldn't accept a star of her proportions. A deep voice broke through her haze, " Yo, Get Lucky, come do it for us !". Ugh, Chase McCallister, Talia's favriote boyfriend and one of the most annoying people on school. The dreamy smile remained on her face as she answered calmly, " Swallow a fork".


Ignoring whatever idiotic taunt he threw back at her, Lucky went back into Dreamland, slowly slipping into sleep. The sound of a music box interrupted her again. It was her text alert. Pulling her phone out from under her slim thigh, she quickly read over the text and grinned. Gaskarth, you crazy motherfucker.

Group

them

(<_<)(':3)([/FONT] ;) [FONT='Book Antiqua'])(:*)([/FONT] :x [FONT='Book Antiqua'])(>_>)[/FONT] [FONT='Book Antiqua'] *that's emoji for I'll be right there, big daddy*

 

[Crookie]

Alex turned off his phone's screen with a light press of the button, and let out the breath he wasn't aware that he was holding. He pulled his hands back onto the top of his desk, and scribble a few of the lines that Mr. Joseph had written on the board, just to look a bit less suspicious. Not that he looked suspicious in the first place - no one could give less of a damn of he was texting in class or not. They would be more surprised of what friends Alex has to even text.


His phone lit up with the two responses he received - and the read notification from one - that's three checked off of the list.


Perfect.


The back of Alex's neck pricked with the feeling of someone's eyes on him. He turned, and saw Brenda looking at him a few seats over, and they locked eyes for a moment. She hadn't seen his text yet - dear god, why had Alex skipped out of sign language lessons in grade 3 - but he still had to get both her and him out of their seats and out of the classroom. He nodded to the girl, and raised a hand to his forehead, pressing the back of his hand to it, and stuck out his pink tongue. Sick.


He turned, and shot his hand into the air. Mr. Joseph looked up from the textbook, his sentence mumbling away in his mouth. "What is it, Gaskarth?"


"I think -- I feel sick," he groaned, his voice laced with pain. He pulled a hurt and extremely uncomfortable facial expression. He mentally kicked himself that his face was flushing red instead of pale, but he continued with his act regardless.


"I really don't want to throw up all over all this - all this hard work," he pulled a hand from clutching his tanktop to his desk of scattered papers.


Mr. Joseph merely blinked. "Go to the nurse, if you need t--"


"Can I bring Brenda along?" he broke in, tossing a glance at Brenda. Mr. Joseph's eyes followed, looking at the fellow student. "She probably knows how to handle a bad stomach - she'll be able to deal with it, instead of the nurse. I swear we'll both be back soon."


Without waiting for an answer, and rather silencing Mr. Joseph with a signature smile, he broke free from his seat and tugged on Brenda's arm, carefully moving, but virtually dragging her out into the empty hallway.

 

[ultraviolence]

Alex glanced up at the clock of her advanced algebra class, internally groaning to herself as she realized it was only about 9:05 AM. It'd felt like it was five years in that classroom. The monotone voice of Mr. Adamec's voice rambling on about equations and circumference could drive anyone mad. She quickly put her focus back to the board, and listened as the quite boring teacher continued to blurt out instructions and math problems. Alex began quickly scribbling down notes and math problems, solving them as fast as she could, but the teacher's pace was just a bit too fast for her. As she tried to concentrate, she could hear voices behind her whispering and giggling softly. "Alex is such a slut." One of the male voices whispered to the other, grinning. "I know right, bro? Nasty lesbo.." Alex just ignored the hateful comments and continued to concentrate. Yeah, they hurt a little, but she could take it. At least that's what she told herself. Just then, her phone rang.


'Shit.' She thought to herself, remembering that she had left her ringer on instead of silencing her phone. She quickly red the message sent to her phone, and made up a quick plan to ditch class. Each time she was sent a text, it would ring as if she was recieving a call. 'I can fix this. Fucking easy." She thought to herself, pretending to pick up the phone. "I'm sorry, Mr. Adamec. It's my mother." She paused, her eyes widening. "Oh my god-- what?!? He- He got into a car accident?!? I'll be there in five minutes I-" Alex hung up and raced out of the classroom and down the hall, searching for the cluster of misfit students.


She slowed down once she reached Mia, and her heart began to quickly pick up it's pace. Nobody else had snuck out of class, and it was just her and Alex. She bit down on her lip, avoiding eye contact with the girl. 'And here we go again; damn I feel guilty.' Alex thought to herself, running a hand through her long light brown hair, accidentally letting out a soft sigh. 'It's my fault, I could have stopped her from getting recorded and taken advantage of. I'm such a fucking coward.' Alex softly shook her head, trying to let the thought go. She was out here to meet with her fellow misfits, and come up with a plan. Not to mope around and hate herself. 'Suck it up, Alex.' She persuaded herself, leaning against one of the lockers that lined the hallway. She peeked over at Mia every few moments, hoping not to get caught. Alex continued to bite down on her lip, it was a habit of hers that came into play whenever she felt nervous. The taste of iron hit her tongue as her inner lip began to bleed slightly from biting so hard. Alex released the biting, and instead tapped on the locker to relieve herself.

 

[BloodThunder27]

When Alex dragged her out into the hallway, the best that she could do was grab her purse, since she doesn't go anywhere without it. She didn't really like how he tugged on her arm, as she found it uncomfortable. If he was sick, he could just go to the Nurse's Office. What did she knew? She was pregnant, not sick. But she decided to play along. After all, it was probably that text message he sent her not too long ago. Sadly, Mr. Joseph's Comment made her feel even more insecure about her pregnancy. 'She probably knows how to handle a bad stomach.' Really? Was that supposed to be a joke about how big her belly was? She already received enough of it from those Cheerleaders. She didn't need it from him...


"If you're going to the nurse's office, why do you need to bring me along?" she asked.


Honestly, she was a bit skeptical. Of all girls, why her? Her thoughts turned to her phone and she checked her text message. Her hunch was right, the text WAS from Alex. "Oh...So that's what you wanted to talk about..." she said as they walked so their teacher wouldn't have to get suspicious that they were just looking for the chance to skip out on class.


Nervous, she slung her purse over her shoulder and interlocked her fingers underneath her belly so she could lift the strain off of her back. "Not sure if I wanna go through with it. Honestly, I'm really worried about my baby." she said, frowning and glancing down inconspicuously at her belly, gently caressing it.


@Crookie

 

[lette]

Nicholai picked at a scab on his arm. His cigarette hanging out his mouth the ash about to fall off."where is everyone" he thought as he pulled the phone out of his pocket to check the time. He grabbed his cigarette flicking the ashes "Damn it's only 9 something, I hope they could get out of class". He was in English when he pulled the whole 'my son is sick I have to go call and check on him card' on his teacher. Of course he got the scowl of disappointment from his teacher that looked like she should be teaching in a church not a pubic school. None of of his teachers believed he should have son, let alone take care of him alone.


He dropped the cigarette that was now nothing more then the butt. He cracked his neck stood up and began walking to the trees they had planted in front of the school. Looking around he unzipped his zipper and pissed right there. He really didn't care if anyone seen he just didn't want to get a charge on the last day of school. He finished up and returned to his place on the the bench debating if he wanting another cigarette. He looked at his pack, one left. He decided to save it. He pulled out his headphones searched his songs. Deciding on his favorite korn song he closed his eyes.


Today was his day he was going to Expose his ex for what she really was. He couldn't wait to see her and the school's reaction when they see everything tapped to her locker and car.

 

[JustWhipIt]

If there was one class worth sleeping through, there's no doubt it would be Mr. Burton's ecology class. Most people didn't give a flying fuck about the class—including the teacher. Mr. Burton was a short, frail old man who spent most of his time fantasizing about his retirement, and it just so happened to be his last year working. It was a shame though, really. Jake would miss the the class and its hell-raising moments. But hey, if it was going to be the last day, why not make it count?


He ripped out a page of his notebook, which was nearly empty of pages, most of which have already been removed. A few folds and creases later, a paper airplane emerged from his hands. He'd gotten pretty good at making them by now—making the tip as pointy and as painful as possible, and making some extra folds that would increase flight distance. It wasn't long until his friends nearby started catching on and making their own weapons of mass destruction. A single flick of his wrist was all it needed for chaos to break out. His plane soon found itself near the front of the classroom, and an "Ow!" was confirmation enough that it had reached its destination. Jake felt a little sorry for the poor soul, but even if he didn't want to admit it, he did find it slightly entertaining. He chuckled quietly, unable to keep it to himself. Some shit just never gets old. Soon enough, his friends had finished theirs and let them fly, catching the attention of pretty much everyone in the room.


"Mr. Burton, can't you do something about these delinquents?" Another student asked, holding her notebook over her head for cover. Delinquents. Jake rolled his eyes. He's been called lots of shit before, but nothing else made his blood boil more than that word. Still, he kept it to himself.


Mr. Burton, who's back was turned to the class and towards the blackboard, slowly rotated to face the messy scene. He let out a sigh, and glanced at Jake and his fellow delinquents. Jake, noticing his glimpse, put on the best "innocent face" he could manage. A few tense seconds passed and eventually, Mr. Burton strode past him. Instead, his target was Jeff Lawson, who was on the team with Jake.


"Mr. Lawson, was it you who started this mess?" Mr. Burton asked, though in a quite helpless tone. It was kinda sad, actually. Nevertheless, Jake smirked at Jeff, who returned the favor with an "I'll kill you later" look. He was savoring the moment, finding it actually quite amusing. However, the moment was interrupted when his phone vibrated in his right pocket. Not worrying much about Mr. Burton, who was busy confronting Jeff, he pulled out the phone to see the text that Alex had sent as well as the ones that came later.


Shit, that was today? He'd completely forgotten about the plan that was brewed earlier. Thankfully, it wouldn't be that hard to sneak out the class at the moment. Jake looked up from his phone and turned to his other friends, who were obviously enjoying the moment too.


"Look, I gotta meet up with them right now," he whispered, forcing a small shudder.


"You sure you still wanna follow through with that? Is it worth being seen with those people?"


"Oh yeah, trust me," Jake responded, quietly getting up from his seat and stuffing his notebook into his bag. Once he was up, he made a quick dash out the door and into the hallways.


As he made his way towards the parking lot, he looked through the group chat again, specifically the people involved. Who the hell are most of these people? The fact that he barely knew any of the names in there didn't bode well for him. But hey, he needed them if he wanted to get payback. A few minutes and two flights of stairs later, he found himself at the parking lot, which was plentiful with cars, but rather empty when it came to people. However, he did see one other person there waiting—Nicholai. At another glance, Jake noticed he was pissing on one of the trees. Dear God.


Putting his palm on his temple, Jake took a deep breath. This better be fucking worth it.

 

[Crookie]

Alexander was basically bouncing on his feet, flooded with relief and coursing with excitement. And, those three cans of energy drinks that he smashed this morning were suddenly kicking in.


"Come on, Brenda, please," he whined, pleading to his friend with big brown eyes. He continued to take quick paces down the hallway, walking much faster than Brenda. He twisted around, so his quick holey Converse were walking backwards, and he faced her. His hands slapped together, lacing his fingers, and shaking his hands in a begging motion.


"Don't you want to get revenge on all those bitches you've had to deal with? They're not that sneaky at what they say and do to you - not that they were trying to be sneaky in the first place - but you get what I mean. Your baby will be fine, I swear - if anything, I'll do all the heavy lifting and sneaky-sneaking for you. You just sit back, and watch your life be turned upside down, for the absolute better---"


He nearly bashed himself into a fellow student in the hall, spinning around on his heel to face Mia and the other Alex. Of course they had to be part of the project, too - he knew that they both definitely had some unfinished business that had to be dealt with. Not to mention, Mia was totally his friend type, her punk-rock and fuck-the-world attitude giving him inspiration for his own schemes. And, Alexandria - sure, she was mysterious and daydreamy, but she was awesome. They were the pair of Gay Alex's, together.


"Fuckin' perfect!" he exclaimed, not in the furious way the two words were phrased, but more in the pumped-up Hell yeah! way that Alex made it. He might have a small problem with swearing.


He motioned with his arm for Brenda, Alex, and Mia to continue following him down the hallway towards the door.


"This is going to be crazy. This is going to be so fuckin' incredible. I already got the keys to my aunt and uncle's mansion, so that's one thing already off of the list. We have a lot of shit to steal, and I think I have about $900 in cash for any of your whiney babies that aren't chill with me stealing said shit." Behind him, he shot the group a serious look, before cracking a huge Cheshire Cat smile.


Gaskarth suddenly slammed his foot down, doing a wacky ballet move, twirling around and facing the door that they had just passed. Through the window, he had spotted a head of deliciously two-tone coloured hair, and a pair grinning glitter-dusted lips.


He grabbed the door's window and pressed his face to it, his nose and lips squishing against the fogging glass. He waved an enthusiastic hand into Ms. McCallister's Home Ec room - more like Home Eck, he nearly failed cooking - and beckoned for Lucky to come over. He pointed a finger down, motioning to the phone in Lucky's lap, and mouthed with big, over-pronounced words: "GET. OFF. YOUR. LITTLE. GLITTERY. ASS."


 
[Have we missed anyone, now that this is getting underway?]

 

[BloodThunder27]

"Yeah, of course I do. I already have everything planned out how to get back at them. Some people just don't know how to appreciate bringing life into this world." she sighed as she continued to follow him. Yup, wearing heels was a bad idea. Alexander was way too energetic for her, she was the complete opposite. And it wasn't like she could drink Energy Drinks right now, since the contents were considered harmful to the baby. "Don't worry, I don't plan on doing anything complicated like the rest of you." She said following him.


As the group met up, Brenda came down with a headache...And a Stomach-ache. Hopefully it wasn't something she ate last night and the baby didn't agree with it. So she was holding her forehead and her stomach, and it became apparent when she had trouble standing. Not that she was about to fall. She started thinking about all the Malicious Comments that she had to endure since word got out of her being pregnant, both in school and on social media.


"Wow, you got even bigger, I didn't think it was possible."


"Always use Protection ladies, unless you wanna end up like that whore."


"Hey, have you tried getting onto MTV for 16 and Pregnant?"


"Watch out everyone, wide load coming through."


"Oh look at me, waddling like a penguin."


"God you're big."


"What kind of guy would want to date THAT?"


"I'm surprised your boyfriend is staying with you."


"Damn, you've been eating a lot, haven't you?"


"Letting yourself go?"


"Quite the beer belly you have, how much have you been drinking?"


"Damn girl, you look like you're about to explode!"


"Did you get boob enhancement surgery, or is that just me?"


"Sleeping well?"


"No bikini for you, huh?"


"Your Ankles are a lot bigger."


"Lemme know how Labor goes!"


"Wow, you're huge."


"You sure you're not having twins, because you're ginormous!"


"Damn girl, your belly is gigantic!"


"How many pounds are you packing?"


A tear rolled down her cheek as she regained focused. Next up, she brushed her hair with her fingers before interlocking her fingers underneath her belly to relieve the pressure on her back. Seeing that she was being bribed with almost $1000, she didn't seem to really care that he was pulling theft. "Don't worry, I didn't hear a thing." She chuckled and returned the smile to Alexander. Judging from all the people there right now, that's a lot of unfinished business.


*Pink = Girls


*Blue = Boys

 

[caramel]

Trying her best not to laugh at Alex, Lucky began a serious of complex hand and leg movements that she didn't even know what they meant but they looked cool. Now came the fun part. Getting up from her chair, Lucky, pushed off her headphones, ran a slim hand through her black and blue curls and walked, no, swaggered up behind Ms. Mcallister and tapped her shoulder. The teacher turned around, her eyebrows scrunched and grunted out a simple, " What ?". She opened her mouth to say something and-broke down sobbing. Planting her face in the lady's sweaty shoulder, Lucky would sob her heart out, blubbering about how someone took a bite her soufflé and now it looks all ugly. Without saying a word in response, Ms. McCallister reached around the crazy haired girl's body and grabbed a hall pass.


Smirking, Lucky held the slip of paper between her two fingers and quickly scanned over the words. No date, destination or time, just "SHE NEEDS HELP" scrawled all over the front. Walking out of the room with a few fake sniffles, Lucky would throw the rest of the misfits a teary eyed smile. " Sup, bitches. You should thank me for letting you witness that Oscar worthy performance. I put my face on her shoulder. My face !". Gesturing towards one of the pockets of the baby blue leather jacket hanging off her shoulders, Lucky winked. " Candy anyone ?".

 

[mangs]

Mia ran a hand through her dyed blonde hair, scratching at the grown-out brown roots.


She didn't expect them to all meet up in the hallway, and frankly, she forgot how zealous this group of misfits was.


It was kind of charming. However, she tried not to get carried away.


She hadn't ever really hung out with any of them. Maybe passing them in the hallway, seeing them at a party.


Mia didn't know if she considered them friends or not. She didn't really have friends.


Either way, they were all partners in crime tonight. She could live with that at least.


She crossed her arms and looked around the group, her eyes settling on Alexandria.


Other Alex, Alex #2, Girl Alex, whatever name, had always seemed so nervous. All the time.


Well, whenever Mia had been around her up close. Which hadn't been until this year, really.


She'd seen Alex in the hallways from afar over the past couple months, and Alex was never nervously gnawing on her lip then.


Mia's eyes shifted around Alex's face before sweeping back over to Lucky and... Other Other Alex?


"No thanks." She said to Lucky, clearing her throat.


"So, guys-" Her tone mockingly formal. "The parking lot. Shall we?"


She extended an arm outward, bowing and gesturing down the hallway. A small smirk playing on her lips as she over-dramatized the gesture.


"I do believe we have business to discuss." She finished, standing back up and recrossing her arms.


She turned a little on her heals and took a few slow backward steps down the hallway, trying to push the group further before a teacher discovered them and sent them all back to class.

 

[ultraviolence]

'And of course, it's the other Alex on his way here here to screw shit up." Alex thought to herself, laughing a little bit at her own joke. She meant that as a joke. She liked Alex, even though she didn't show it. 'Actually, I'm probably the Other Alex. People like him a hell of a lot more than they like me- which totally wasn't self-pity. I meant it like... he talks more than me and gets himself involved with other people more than me-- yeah.' Alex mentally reassured herself, realizing how stupid it is to have a conversation with yourself in your head. To be fair, that's what she's used to after not having people to hang out with all the time. Alex pulled her iPhone out of her pocket, and checked the time. After checking the time, she opened twitter. Just the usual. Music posts, relatable tweets, and the rest were a bunch of anonymous accounts created by her fellow classmates tagging her in offensive messages and pictures. 'Meh.' Alex thought, convincing herself that it didn't hurt. It kind of did, but after being told the same insults so many times, they start to not mean as much.


As she was looking down at her phone, the other Alex accidentally ran into her, which needed no apology. Alex chuckled, following after him as he motioned for. Alex listened as he spoke about the plan for today. "Gaskarth, you are one crazy fucker." She laughed, taking a pause. "It's fuckin' great." She nudged him with her elbow. Something that both Alex's have in common: they're crazy and curse like sailors. Alex was never close to him, but they've spoken before and she's seen him around.


"We both curse and we're both crazy as hell, all we need to know now which one of us is the gayest."


Alex looked over to Lucky, who offered candy. "I'm good, thanks though." Alex walked out the door with the rest of the group, watching as the other Alex pressed his face up against the window. She laughed. "Home eck? Seriously- fuck that class." She spoke, not really directing it to anyone specific. She listened as Mia spoke, but didn't reply or look at her. Alex honestly wished she could feel comfortable around Mia, but after that party, she just couldn't bring herself to befriend her. She just felt way tol guilty about the situation- as much as she would love to be Mia's friend, she couldn't. Not to mention, Alex thought she was pretty hot. Something about her punk rock badass loner style was attractive. Alex seemed a lot more lively in this group, which she couldn't really explain. Most of the time, she's quiet and daydream-y. She just feels comfortable with these people. as if she doesn't need time to warm up to them. Alex can't exactly put her finger on why, but it felt like part of her was already close to them and didn't need any further introducing to feel comfortable. It was a pretty great feeling.

 

[BloodThunder27]

Compared to her, everyone seemed so energetic. Then again, the little one was probably sucking up all of her energy. Every morning, she was tired. At least in Gym Class this year she usually just took a nap because she didn't exactly have the energy...Or Body to keep up with the Sports or running or anything like that. Eventually she had to drop the class for something more comfortable. Woodshop was out because she felt the saw dust could be harmful to her baby. Finally, she just straightened out her skirt, which was white as snow. "Seems to me, a lot of us got some unfinished business. Why are the teachers even doing lessons today? Its lame. Save it for next year...We should just be able to relax and get the chance to say goodbye for the summer. Or in my case, before I give birth..." She said, holding her stomach.


Only thing she was going to miss about this school year was carrying her baby around for the past six to eight months. Even though the cheerleaders and their boyfriends made fun of her and bullied her, which got worse the bigger she got, at least her teachers, school staff and people with dignity or even close to her complemented her, congratulated her and, best of all, reminded her that she was still beautiful and that her boyfriend was the luckiest guy alive. At least the group she was with now never made fun of her for what she was going through. Brenda was still disgusted by the video of her throwing up in the girl's bathroom seven and a half months ago. "Oh and, I hope you guys don't mind with doing the heavy lifting and hard work...Since I can't..." She felt embarrassed for using her pregnancy as an excuse, but at least it was a valid one...