[Yayz I got here just in time to start! Lol first snow here...Hey can matt have a crush on Repo? Lol random
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Raylee
The alarm clock buzzed, but Raylee was already awake. She hit it with one slap of the hand as she attempted to get dressed at the same time. She ran into the bathroom and combed out her long, strawberry blonde hair and brush her perfectly straight teath. She stepped out at took a look at herself in the mirror and frowned unhappily. Her shirt was on backwards, her shoes were on the wrong feet and she picked up the wrong jeans. "Dangit..." she muttered as she put her shirt on right and rummaged through her closet for her good jeans. Finally she found them - Light wash skinny jeans that fit her perfectly. She slid them on, fixed her shoes and looked the the mirror. She was wearing an Abercombie and Fitch t-shirt, her favorite jeans, and her favorite brown Converse. She smiled, clasped her locket her mother had given her around her neck, and left the room to get her schedule.
Maria
Maria sat inside the huge, circular window seat just a little ways from her dorm. The glare of the sun hurt her eyes, she shielded them and looked down at the passing students with no interest at all. Why would she care? She was just the goth girl here, the freak. She looked down at her massacred jeans which looked like they'd lived a few centuries (well, it had only been 1 century...give or take a few years), her black hoodie, skull necklace and earrings, black hi-tops, and the bloodred wilting flower she'd pick the day before fastend in her light blonde hair. They had their reasons to be afraid, right? She glanced down at her schedule absentmindedly...she already memorized it, but she just liked looking at it and thinking that she was maybe the least bit normal at all.
Matt
The alarm clock blared loudly in Matt's ear. His eyes flew open and he fell out of bed. "Wha...wha time iz et?" I moaned laying facedown on the floor. No answer. He looked up to see his roomate was already gone. "Early bird, eh?" he muttered and he pulled on his jeans and threw on a hoodie over the black t-shirt he was already wearing. He fumbled with with strings on his Converse, but stumbled out in the the hallways, looking perfectly normal. He rubbed his brilliant, blue eyes and walked to get his schedule.