Realistic or Modern Westbrook

[acenby]

SJ's shoulders tightened as the girl approached. The last thing they needed was to get in trouble the first day of classes. Their mom would be pissed, and being from a single parent home, it was really important to keep your parent on your side - there was no one else you could go to. SJ had learned that the hard way before.

But it was okay, because the girl was apparently at least half as devious as SJ, which meant at least a quarter deviant, which meant that most likely, she was okay in SJ's book. So far it was a much needed improvement on Ava. Man, SJ never wanted to talk to that girl again. SJ could feel their braincells dying just standing next to Ava.

"Well, we've abolished Mr. Bathroom's sanctity, now we've got to go after the patriarchy," SJ said, realizing as they spoke that they were crossing the line into radicalism, but couldn't be bothered to care. If that was their new identity at this school, who even cared so long as they didn't feel like totally losing it. They decided to see what this new girl came up with before adding anything else.

Winona

 

[KingofAesir]

Sawyer
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When Grace removed her hand from Sawyer's she grimaced a little internally at the fact that she'd forgotten to let go of Grace's hand. She forced herself to try and keep her composure, but she couldn't help the small tint of red crawling up her cheeks at the mistake. Sawyer cleared her throat and returned her smile back to her throat as Grace confirmed her invitation. Her smile impossibly widened as Grace handed Sawyer her phone.


Sawyer plucked it out of Grace's hand and quickly typed her number in before handing the phone back to her. "You can use that for more than sending me addresses to parties." Sawyer mentioned, "I wouldn't mind a good morning text or two." She laughed and reached up to adjust her beanie.


"You know, I don't think I've ever been invited to a party before." Sawyer thought out loud, "Unless you count obligatory basketball team stuff, but I don't. So thank you." She leaned forward and went so far as to place a hand on Grace's knee, "I'm excited."

Soap

 

[Winona]

Nyx listened to SJ, thinking over in her head what exactly she should write. "Right, patriarchy..." she frowned to herself, eyebrows furrowing together while she thought, and then she started to scribble out a little phrase. Like everything that came to sketching or vandalizing, Nyx was careful and was sketching out the letters with careful precision. There was no going back, and there was no erasing, so things had to look good on the first go around. And, well, she was nervous about what she had thought of.

Finally, Nyx stepped back from her careful sketching of the phrase, awkwardly capping her Sharpie and slipping it back into her bag. She looked between the words and SJ, wondering if she would like it or not. This could be her first chance to officially make a new friend, and it would suck if she just completely bombed it here for writing something stupid.

The phrase simply read: "Screw the staff. Paid off to help the jocks, and ignore the rest." Well, it wasn't the best, but Nyx was still a good girl, only slightly turned by her want to rebel. And after all, her first attempt was just her spray painting Nyx on an old building. So saying something rebellious was new to her, but she desperately hoped that this new person would think it was okay.

"Do... do you like it...?" She asked, awkwardly rubbing her arm with one hand while she looked from the words to this person.

acenby

 

[Pandaskel]

Luz Hernandez

Luz bobbed her head up and down idly to the music playing from the speakers on her backpack. She kept a close eye on Ramenbot as it maneuvered the shifting floor of the cafeteria, its movements matching those of her thumbs on the joysticks of the controller in her hands. It was designed for agile mobility, with its motors geared for speed and the wheels programmed tank-style; that is, the right side was controlled by the right joystick and the left side by the left. It made tight turns a snap for the little robot as it made its way under tables and through crowds. As it did, hands reached out to alleviate its cargo, taking cups of ramen and bags of chips from the open container it carried. Each item was marked with a piece of paper taped to it, Luz's personal slogan: "Courtesy of the Westbrook Witness - You owe me one". She used to handwrite it on sticky notes, but her services had grown too popular for the muscles in her hands to keep up without cramping, so these days she just printed photocopied versions and cut them out.

Luz glanced around the lunchroom now and then as she had Ramenbot make its rounds. She never let her eyes stray from it for long, with the danger of someone stepping on or kicking it, but she got a chance now and then to survey her surroundings. She considered herself the school's omniscient narrator, overseeing all and popping in when it might make things interesting. She knew it was pretentious of her. But the way she saw it, without Luz, the school would just be run by the delinquent cavemen, the substance addict jocks, and their bourgeois brides. She was the people's champion. She was the layman, the common man, the everyman. She was the voice of the collective, the anti-hero vigilante watching all from the shadows. She was Westbrook High's Robin Hood, bringing balance to the school and supplies to the needy.

At least, that's the way she saw it.

It paid for itself, anyway. All she had to do was call in favors by asking for five bucks from several kids a week to replenish her stock and have some spending money left over. The students paid for it and reaped the rewards. It was a public service, really. Like communism.

She made a mental note to find an art student that owed her and ask for a communist logo for the Westbrook Witness while Ramenbot, all sold out, sidled up to her combat boot clad feet. She powered off the remote and then powered off the bot's brain before picking it up by its frame and spinning around to stroll out of the lunchroom.

She made her way down the hall to Mr. Connel's room. He was the competitive science advisor and let she and the rest of the school's STEM and academia nerds hang in his classroom during lunch. It was better than the crowded tables or the dark corners of the lunchroom - to them, anyway. Holding Ramenbot in the crook of her elbow, she used both hands to knock the password on the door. This week it was the first 8 bars of the Mos Eisley Cantina theme.

Someone presumably hanging near the door opened up for her and she nodded her thanks, stepping in. The place was geek paradise. Connel's decor betrayed a clear deep love for sci-fi, the paranormal, natural sciences, music, and more. Clusters of students engaged in different activities, from chess to music mixing. The sound of hammering could be heard from the back of the room as a robotics kid hammered flat a piece of scrap metal. Lots of these kids could just as easily hang in the halls or the library, but it was different to be in a place made for them.

She headed to the backroom, where competitive supplies were stored, and put away Ramenbot before joining her peers, turning off her music and looking for the sophomore she'd asked to grab her a lunch.

 

[Dak]

Ryan was pulling Kanen when Ash went off on him. He didn't know why but this time, it was different. It saddened him. After she was done, Ryan heard a voice in his head getting louder. "She's right. You're a horrible person. No one cares about you... All you do is fight. And even that causes problems. Look at your friend." Ryan looked over to Sawyer. "To enthralled in talking to someone to care what happens to you. You're dad's gone. Your own mother could care less if you got killed. You have no one." Ryan loosened up on Kanen to the point where he was no longer holding Kanen down. "You're in charge of this school now." He said loud enough for Kanen to hear him, and no one else. He walked away from him. He walked to his bike slowly, trying to keep his composure, when he got there he slowly put on his helmet.

Ryan was thankful he put his helmet on. The big bad Ryan, King of fighting in the school had tears running down his face. He wasn't crying because of Ash. Deep down, he was truly a sad person. He fought for attention, but now that he was the most hated person in the school, what could he do? Nothing, he was a sad being. With a kick he started his bike. The cafeteria was right next to the parking lot so he wouldn't doubt that people would rush to see what was happening. He didn't care. "That's right. Run from your problems, that's what you do. You fight, but that's only an excuse to hide your fear." The voice said.

He backed out of his parking spot before taking off. He didn't wait for anyone to tell him to stop. He just left. He pulled out of the parking lot and out into the street and just rode. He rode and rode for hours.

One hour passed.

Ryan was finally out of the city. He was driving emotion which meant he was going a little faster then he should, and being careless while driving.

Another hour passed. He was gone. He was still sad, and still had tears rolling down his face. He pulled onto a side street and drove for another hour before he got to where he wanted to be. He pulled up to an overlook. He shut the engine off, and took off his helmet. He left his jacket on his bike too. The overlook was rather beautiful. It had a sea of green that surrounded lovely blue lake.

Ryan walked over to the edge and sat down. He wiped the tears from his eyes as he looked over the forest and lake. There was no soul around. Ryan was alone. Hell he was always alone. That wasn't anything new. He was only now realizing that. At the top of his lungs, he yelled. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" He yelled feeling depressed. Who truly cared about him? Sawyer? She was talking to the girl that almost him them this morning. He laid back looking at the sky. He was alone...

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[Soap]

Grace
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Grace waited as Sawyer typed her number into her phone, and handed it back to her. She laughed and nodded, "I'll keep both of those options in mind." Grace said as she watched the girl adjust her beanie. Smiling at her as she did, Sawyer thanked her for being invited. "It isn't a big deal, i just thought it'd be better with you there, and now i actually want to go."

Sawyer leaned over and placed a hand on Grace's knee, a small gesture. So why was Grace's heart beating faster? She blushed.
"Yeah, I'm excited too." However, it wasn't just the party Grace was excited about. Might've been about the girl herself. She held her gaze a few seconds before talking again.

"So, you play basketball?" Grace asked, curiously. How did she not know this girl existed? shaking off her thoughts, She chuckled "Need your own personal cheerleader?" Raising a brow.

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[acenby]

Nyx listened to SJ, thinking over in her head what exactly she should write. "Right, patriarchy..." she frowned to herself, eyebrows furrowing together while she thought, and then she started to scribble out a little phrase. Like everything that came to sketching or vandalizing, Nyx was careful and was sketching out the letters with careful precision. There was no going back, and there was no erasing, so things had to look good on the first go around. And, well, she was nervous about what she had thought of.

Finally, Nyx stepped back from her careful sketching of the phrase, awkwardly capping her Sharpie and slipping it back into her bag. She looked between the words and SJ, wondering if she would like it or not. This could be her first chance to officially make a new friend, and it would suck if she just completely bombed it here for writing something stupid.

The phrase simply read: "Screw the staff. Paid off to help the jocks, and ignore the rest." Well, it wasn't the best, but Nyx was still a good girl, only slightly turned by her want to rebel. And after all, her first attempt was just her spray painting Nyx on an old building. So saying something rebellious was new to her, but she desperately hoped that this new person would think it was okay.

"Do... do you like it...?" She asked, awkwardly rubbing her arm with one hand while she looked from the words to this person.

acenby

SJ observed the girl. She was careful - purposeful. SJ liked that, especially in contrast to Ava. They could use that - someone who took the time to think things through and then came up with something and did it. "Bit wordy, but it'll do," they said with a smile. They pushed some of their dyed red hair out of their face. SJ fiddled with their own sharpie and then added on a bikini to the man and drew what were supposed to be dollar bills being thrown at him like he was a stripper.

"Where'd you come from, lil' punk?" SJ asked, capping their pen and taking out their phone instead. After all, when in barbie-land...well they were sure they could do something about it. At the very least make some trans activist's day. SJ didn't like to admit it, but they could use a friend, even if it was a shrimp child who was clearly easily influenced (I mean who else was ready to tag the place just because they saw someone else doing it?)

Winona

 

[Dak]

Nicole smiled as the two introduced themselves. They were sisters. "It's so nice to meet you!" She said maybe a little to loud. It was her first day and she had already met three people that day. She was on a roll. She was smiling. That's when one of the sister's asked if her make up was ok. Nicole didn't wear that much makeup. "It looks amazing." She said truthfully. The two girls looked beautiful. "I don't really wear that much. I'm not that great when it comes to that kind of stuff." She said laughing lightly. The truth is she never really needed to wear makeup at home. She would wear it if she was going out with her parents or to church, that that was it, and it wasn't really anything heavy.
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After Ash's outburst, Ryan had released Kanen. That in and of itself really wasn't all that surprising. However, Ryan's parting words hadn't made much sense to him. They didn't sit right with the boy.

'You're in charge of the school now.'

Ryan had made it sound like he had no intention of coming back. Normally, Kanen wouldn't give a flying fuck about someone deciding the ditch school, but it seemed to out of character for Ryan to just back down, and then say that of all things. He didn't even bother to say goodbye before he took off.

Kanen had spun on his heels, watching the older boy disappear into the hallway. No one else really seemed to notice anything was wrong. Fucking typical. No one ever did. They were all too busy in their own little worlds, too self centered to notice when someone was real fucked in the head. His eyes landed on Sawyer, the girl Ryan had arrived at the table with. Not even she seemed to be alarmed that Ryan had just disappeared. Frankly, it pissed Kanen off.

Storming back to the table, he stopped in front of Sawyer. "You not see any of that shit, or do you just not care?" Kanen snapped. "You need to go catch up with Ryan, and do it before he does something fucking stupid." He continued, gushing his tone only slightly. "The least you could fuckin' do. "He grumbled before walking away, presumably to go take a smoke or something.

 

[BlackOrchid02]

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Winona, being a big-time people watcher, found it interesting the way the boy in front of her formed his lips to say words. Being unable to talk unconsciously made her watch others mouths, she looked away immediately as he stood back up straight, not wanting him to think she was a creepy lip watcher. After he responded back she started typing again, Well, my next block is English 3, then I guess I would like to know where the library is? And do you guys have a swimming pool? Or even a swim team, do you play any sports? Winona didn't want to ask him too many questions in case he got uncomfortable so she stopped there. She wondered if the if there were other students like him or if they all had there different groups and societies with the school. She didn't know, or really want, to know if anybody would treat her differently because of her disability, she would hope not, but not everybody could be like the senior standing in front of her. Winona quickly held out her phone, about to get lost in her own world of thoughts. She looked around kinda hoping nobody was watching this strange exchange between them.

Winona

 

[Pandaskel]

Matilda "Fish" Kwan

Matty sighed through her nose, looking up at the clock on the other side of the room. She'd been leaning against the wall in the main office waiting for Drake for what felt like hours. He'd been called to the principal's office for some student body assignment, probably since he was on the homecoming committee. They'd been in class when he was called and she'd tagged along, knowing he'd be useless for any such assignment in his present, less-than-sober state. She didn't mind picking up the slack for him. They were friends, after all.

She tossed the football in her hands in the air with a spin, then caught it and repeated the process idly. She hadn't known this little meeting would cut into her precious lunchtime. Now they'd all have less time to mess around before they had to go back to class. She furrowed her brow, flaring her nostrils and crossing her eyes at a receptionist. The lady laughed, wrinkling her own nose at Matty before turning back to her work, typing away at a computer. Matt grinned, momentarily amused before going back to tossing the ball and slowly dying of boredom. She quietly cursed in Mandarin, alternating between watching the clock and watching the door.

After a moment, the door finally swung open and a very high Drake stepped out of the room, walking right past Fish without a second glance. She rolled her eyes. I like you more when you're alive, she thought as she started to push off the wall and follow. Before she could, another boy stepped out, this one younger, blonder, and much better dressed. Seeing the kid's demeanor and taking into account the fact that very few if any people at this school dressed like that, Fish came to a pretty solid guess as to what Drake's big assignment was.

Matt jogged a little to come up next to the new boy, giving him a nudge with her elbow. "Hey," she greeted with a warm smile, giving a wave with the football. "I'm Matt. Is Drake supposed to show you around? Because he's what you'd call incapacitated right now. I'm gonna give him a hand."

 

[COTimberWolf1942]

It was always a good day when the first thing to wake you up in the morning was great big slobbery kisses from a seventy pound dog who thought he was a lap dog. “Jesus Christ...” Sybil grunted and tried to push the mound of fur and slobber, “you stink, your breathe stinks and your fur stinks, did you roll in death itself?!?” King just gave this stupid happy whine and hopped off the bed before trotting over to the door before siting and staring at with wishful eyes. She sighed, she was summoned to feed the silly boy his breakfast and he wasn’t going to take “no” for an answer. With an audible roll, she was out of bed and heading out to the kitchen with King underfoot, following closely to his owner. The kitchen was a mess, what could you expect from a house of five men, the remnants of dinner and breakfast was spewed all over the place and the sink was full of dirty dishes. King stared as her as she moved swiftly through the kitchen, prepping the dogs food like she did every day. “I think you eat so much better then us, you know that.” Sybil looked down at King, he just stared back with bright, expectant eyes. “Sit. Wait... wait...wait... go.” She plunked the bowl down with a soft thunk before she whirled around and started making a lunch for James, she liked these mornings because the quiet let her think. With lunch made and the King fed, she moved down the hall and knocked firmly on James’s door, “the bus leaves in 15, lunch is PBJ with an apple and a possible sweet treat on the side.” Sybil slipped into her room and got ready, messy bun and a quick splash of water, a flannel shirt and an olive drab jacket, some ratty old jeans and dirty black boots. “The clothes make the man...” She snorted at her own joke, King puffed at her joke, “what do you know.” She gave him a side eye but planted a kiss on his nose, promising some good exercises today when she got home from school. With a quick glance at her back pack, a flimsy old thing that had seen one to many days in the woods, she snatched the keys to her truck and trapped out into the unknown.

James was already sitting in the truck, arms folded over his chest with a scowl on his tired face. “Good morning to you to princess sunshine.” She teased but smiled at him, ruffling his hair before starting up the 1975 Chevy Bonanza with a puttering roar before spewing gravel out of the drive, making the quick transition from countyish quiet to hustle bustle of suburbia and small city. They talked, laughed, complained about everything that was going on in life. James was mad, their father and the twins were off on a hunting contract in Alaska while the three youngest had to stay back. Sybil just shook her head and reminded him that even dad had a high school education so he needed one to. “Mom’s birthday is coming up.” James said softly, looking at her with pale blue eyes, just like their mothers. “I know kiddo, I’ll make sure everyone is home and we’ll do something special.” She had a sad smile, but gave him a tight hug that gave her some comfort and healed her heart. With a quick boot, James was out of the truck and sprinting into the elementary school to join his friends.

Sybil has some time to think while she finished the rest of her drive to the school, mostly she just thought about mom and her few memories they had together. The truck purred to a stop in a stall that was farthest away from the school, she hopped out and grabbed her pack from the bed of the truck and marched towards the building with a quick hiss of air between her teeth. “Let’s do this thing...”

The day was quick, subjects and syllabuses flew by like bats out of hell, she just kept on pacing. Lunch had become the most interesting though, she liked fights. Of course she liked fights, she grew up with four brothers, you had to like fighting to survive. So she just watched quietly from a table in the back, her ear buds pumping Linkin Park and Avenged Sevenfold while she just watched.

 

[KingofAesir]

Sawyer
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Sawyer had no idea what was happening but she suddenly found her mouth relived of all moisture and words stolen from her breath. Awesome. Now she was just sitting here with her hand awkwardly in Grace's knee because her brain was having a hard time processing. Do you need a personal cheerleader? Personal....cheer....holy fuck. Sawyer's heart jumped up into her throat and tried to come out in the form of words.


"I...uh...I mean-" All of the sudden, Sawyer was yanked out of the protective bubble that had formed around she and Grace by a voice talking to her. A still slightly stunned Sawyer looked up at the face of the boy who Ryan had in a headlock earlier yelling at her to go find him. Wait. What? Sawyer's eyes darted around the room and found no sign of Ryan, or anyone really. She sucked in a breath and stood up from the table as the boy began to walk off.


"Wait! Where-" And he was gone. Sawyer cursed and turned to Grace with an apologetic look, "Shit, I'm so sorry, but he's my best friend and I was just being a complete asshole." She started backing away, pulling her phone out of her pocket and pulling up Ryan's contact. "Call me. Please." She smiled again and turned around to walk away, pressing her phone to her ear and listening to it ring.


"Pick up, doofus. Pick the hell up." She felt like a total asshat because she'd been too busy flirting with a girl she just met to notice her best friend having a crisis or some shit in the middle of the cafeteria and running off. Now she could only hope he'd pick up and that he hadn't already done something stupid.

Dak

 

[Pandaskel]

Abigail Simmons

Abby had left the table at the first sign of trouble with a roll of her eyes. If one thing was sure, it was that this school was chock full of barbarians. But this was probably a good thing, she concluded as she tossed the garbage from her lunch and sauntered out of the cafeteria, heels clicking on the linoleum. No brains meant more for her. Let them murder each other like the foot soldiers in a war while she and the rest of the elite watched comfortably from their balconies.

She was halfway down the hallway when she reached for her phone. She halted. Her purse wasn't on her arm.

Whirling around with a huff, she stormed back the way she came, mentally kicking herself for being so careless, and headed back into the cafeteria. The situation had developed by the time she returned to what had managed to be the cheerleaders' table for about five minutes before being overrun. She grabbed her purse off of the ground where she'd left it. As she straightened and began to leave, she noticed one interesting development. Grace was talking to some girl in a beanie, who had her hand casually on this year's cheer captain's knee. Abigail raised an eyebrow, making a mental note as she, for the second time, made her exit. It was interesting, possibly useful. She wasn't sure yet, and only time would tell.

What she did know was that Grace had no business being head cheerleader. Abigail was a senior, Grace was just a sophomore. What in the world had been seen in her that Abby didn't have? It was absurd and it left the debate team as her only impressive extracurricular for her resume. Not to mention what it would do to the school's social scene. She had to find a way to nip this in the bud while the year was still young.

 

[Dede]

[IMG='align:right;']https://i.imgur.com/03oIiJy.jpg[/IMG]Stu was relieved Principal Nona didn’t pursue the truth about his forehead. He squeezed past the man at the door and chased after Drake into the hallway. ‘Wait up!’

A couple of kids came down the other end and brushed past them. ‘Hey, Neck Tie!’ They were all laughs and giggles, and they were gone.

Neck Tie wasn’t moping. Even he was beginning to see the funny side of it. It wasn’t as if he was dressed up like a knobhead on purpose. He was just wearing it for his Dad. But they wouldn’t understand if he bothered to explain it to them.

At least now Neck Tie had a personal bodyguard. Drake seemed a fun guy to hang with, who also knew his way around school quite well. He was also big enough to not be intimidated by anyone else, so Neck Tie was in good hands. He trusted Drake with his life and they barely knew each other.

Drake said he’d take him to see the cool kids. He thought Drake was pretty cool, too. But the coolest kid in all the lands was Neck Tie himself even though nobody knew it yet. And there was so much coolness coming together in one place that Westbrook wasn’t going to be able to handle the concentration of cool and the glittering chain reaction that was in the offing!

Winona

 

[High5ives]

As Kanen marched down the hallway, his facial expression made it perfectly clear to anyone walking past that he wasn't in the mood to fuck around. Of course, that also made anyone dumb enough to draw attention to themselves a target. A temporary punching bag just waiting for Kanen to wail on.

So when a bunch of stupid sophomores started giggling and pointing at some kid, repeating the term Neck Tie, they unknowingly made themselves victims.

As Kanen passed by the group, he didn't hesitate to suddenly throw himself at one of the younger classmen, slamming the younger boy into the lockers, and then throwing him to the ground. " You fuckers learn to be respectful, or I'll make you choke on your own teeth! Ya hear?" Kanen threatened, kicking one of the backpacks away before proceeding his way down the hallway.

As he passed by Neck-Tie and Drake, he slowed just long enough to speak. "That's how you deal with bullies..." Kanen pointed at Drake, "And don't listen to jack shit that comes outta his mouth, his brother is just as bad as the worst of them." Then just like that, Kanen went on his way. Disappearing down one of the hallways.

 

[Rock And Roll Boy]

"See, Angie? It looks great. So stop worrying, okay? You'll have James wrapped round your finger..." Samantha got stopped as Angelina asked her stop, blushing a little. Samantha cooed, giving her big sister a little hug.

"So you're all natural, then, Nicole? Gosh, I wish I could pull that off" Samantha said softly with a cute chuckle, moving her hair away from her face. "You said it was your first day? How're you finding it so far? Have you got a sister here as well"? Samantha asked, hiding a little smile as her sister sneezed, again, into a wad of tissues. "Gesundheit".
"Thanks".


Dak

 

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Grace

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Grace waited a reply from Sawyer, she was just teasing. it was harmless flirting, it seemed fairly likely that Sawyer played for her team so to say. Grace smiled as Sawyer stammered on a reply, her smile quickly faded when Kanen came up to them. Saying that Sawyer needed to check on Ryan, it seemed out of character for Kanen to care. Who knew he was capable of it? Sawyer got up and apologized to Grace, who just waved her off, "It's okay, i get it, go." She told her, and smiled at her. Sawyer told her to call, She nodded in affirmation. Whatever was up with him, she hoped he was okay. She picked up her lunch and threw the literal garbage food in the trash where it belonged.

Grace roamed the halls, just to kill time. She ended up looking at the trophy case, staring at the awards the school won. And staring at old pictures taken of the sport teams, which were many years ago. She wondered where those people were now, and if this school was what got them there. Good or bad, she knew every school had an impact on people. She was just hoping her own wouldn't be a negative one.

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[Dede]

[IMG='align:right;']https://i.imgur.com/03oIiJy.jpg[/IMG]There was a loud crashing noise down the hallway and by the time Neck Tie turned round to bear witness to the incident, the kids were already scrambling away from their assailant for their dear lives.

He thought the older kid was trouble but then he drew level with them and said something about bullies. It hadn’t connected for Neck Tie that the older kid was referring to the name-calling earlier, otherwise he would have felt quite awful that he was the reason those other kids got beat up. They were just having a bit of fun and he never took any offence.

But he was a little alarmed by the way the older boy looked, or rather, smelt. He smelt like an Irish pub. Neck Tie couldn't pinpoint the smell further, he was guessing at the extent of his alcohol knowledge (he hadn't any).

The older boy parted with a warning about Drake. Who knew what that was all about? Neck Tie thought he was just being sarcastic. Drake was one of the cool kids. The sort that was friendly to everybody and could do no wrong. But it did put a grain of doubt in his mind. Things at Westbrook might be a bit more complicated than he imagined.

They were further down the hallway when Neck Tie felt a nudge against his side. It startled him. He swiftly turned around and looked at the person who'd caught up with him.

She was a female with short dark hair and the friendliest smile he'd seen all day. She must have been one of the cool kids. Neck Tie was thrilled. Weird as it sounded, he’d never had an Asian friend before. There was an Asian kid at St. Catherine’s, but he was a knobhead who nicked crisps and sandwiches for a hobby, and was universally hated for his antics.

‘Isn’t Matt a boy’s name?’ he asked.

Of course it wasn’t meant to be offensive. It was a genuine question from a kid who had spent the last 13 years of his life living under a rock.

‘My name’s Stu.’ He looked at the ball she was waving and thought she was into rugby. So he said, excited. ‘Do you play football as well? You too, Drake. That's so cool. Cor, I wish I could join for a game. . .'

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[Winona]

Nyx blushed a bit at SJ's praise. "Sorry, I'm uh... new to the whole drawing on property thing." She admitted and watched as SJ added the bikini and dollar bills to the man. She laughed, nodding in approval. "Perfect addition. It looks just like Principal Nona," Nyx pointed out even though it did not look anything like her, thank you very much.

"I'm a freshman," she reluctantly admitted, although Nyx did brighten up a bit at being called a punk. It was what she had always wanted to be, but it was no secret that so far, the freshmen were making a bad first impression. Fighting, getting beat up, etc., the freshmen were totally throwing off the balance of the school, and probably not in the best way. "What grade are you in?"

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After reading over the next set, Jace tilted his to the side. "I think there's a swim team? Honestly, there's so many sports, it's hard to keep up. I'm not exactly, uh," he cleared his throat, "the most athletic person." To be honest, Jace got winded on his way from his room to the kitchen, but in his defense, they were almost on opposite sides of the house. Ash would always make fun of him and would try to get him to join her in exercise, which he would sometimes do. Which he had agreed to ONCE, and Ash had taken him to run a charity 5k. Never again would he trust his sister, although they did win some cool coupons for training classes. For pole dancing. Yeah.

"If not, I think they're probably working on it. I'm pretty sure they just added a pool to the gym but between you and me, I kind of never go to the gym." Yep, he'd passed his required athletic classes and now stuck away from the tainted area as much as he could. "Maybe I could show you that after showing you your classroom and the library?"

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Drake glared after Kanen, and shook his head. "Don't listen to him, Stu." He said, shaking his head once more. "He was really good friends with my bro, Mason, and then ditched him like he was nothing. He's the bully around here, the real problem." His words were a little slurred, so he stopped for a moment to take a deep breath, thinking that that might help.

As Matt came up, Drake grinned widely. "Hey!" And then a look of horror passed over his face. "We forgot you in the office, I'm so sorry." He exclaimed, and then threw his arm around Stu. "This is Stu, our project. We gotta make him cool, and I say we first need to deal with this." Drake said and pulled at the tie around Stu's neck. "Do you mind if we fix you up a bit? Make you look more... I dunno... less punchable?" He meant it as a joke, of course, as he released Stu.

Drake next walked over to Matt, throwing his around her shoulders. "Names are an illusion. Ryan was a boy's name, and now there's girls named Ryan. Matty here is taking down the man with her nicknames." His voice was kind of a whisper at the last part, and then he turned to her face, pulling his arm away from her shoulders and placing his hands on either side of her cheeks. "I'm sorry for leaving you in the office. I am a horrible friend and I love you."

And finally, he added over his shoulder, still holding Matt's poor face; "Of course. You should join us for practice tonight."

Pandaskel Dede

 

[Rock And Roll Boy]

Wendy sighed, softly, as she paced into school. She looked exhausted and drained. She'd overslept again due to working overtime yesterday evening. Her skirt blew back, a little, as she made her way to her locker, unlocking it as quickly as she could. Muffling a yawn, she bit her lips in frustration as her books fell out of her locker and onto the floor. Sorting them out, then locking her locker back up, she rubbed her eyes gently with her arm and made her way to the cafeteria for some overdue lunch.

 

[Dak]

Nicole nodded."This is Really my first day in a public school. I had been homeschool prior to today." She said with a smile. The she asked about having a sister. Nicole shook her head. "I'm an only child. It's hard for my parents to have children and they were lucky just to have me.... I wouldn't mind having a little brother or sister." She said with a smile. "You two are lucky to have each other." She said now wondering what it would be like to have a little sibling. "So who's James?" She asked wanting to hear what Samantha was talking about.
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[Rock And Roll Boy]

"You're not missing out on much, to be honest. Although you realise how much more you have when you do. So much homework to copy, so much boy talks..." Samantha giggled as Angelina tickled her, knowing that'll get her to stop being teasy. "Okay, okay, I give, I give. Stop, Angie"! Samantha nearly shrieked and playfully shoved her sister. Angelina gave her a smile before tazing her waist, Samantha yelping and laughing, snatching her glasses from her. "I'll have these for a minute, since you've been naughty". Samantha composed herself, refocusing on Nicole. "We are lucky, yes. And James is someone's little crush..." Samantha motioned towards Angelina, receiving another taze from her.


Dak

 

[Dak]

Nicole smiled as the two teased each other, and laughed when Angie had stolen Samantha's glasses. These two were funny. "Oh?"She said smiling. "It sounds like you've got a date tonight... Tell me about him. Is he handsome? Is he nice?" She asked. She'd never been on a date before so she wondered what they would do. "What are you two planning on doing?" She asked. She wondered if they were going to go to the movies, or out for dinner and a nice stroll.
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[Winona]

Mason had been walking through the halls when just ahead, he saw a girl who had dropped all her books out on the floor. He paused, stopping at his locker and opened it, while watching her. She looked... tired. Mason knew that look. He'd been tired like that in the past when he'd have to pull an extra shift at work because Drake needed something -- new shoes, new jacket, a trip to the doctor. He'd worked overtime plenty, and in some ways, it was all for nothing. Drake was a drugged up mess, trying to hide from his disease.

Shaking his head of the thoughts, Mason closed his locker and followed after the girl. He ended up having to jog before he fell into step beside her. "You look like hell. Have you heard of coffee? Or better yet, sleep." He asked, rather bluntly as he looked back at her.

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