яιveяvιeω нιgн ;; cliques. romance. accepting.

[Panic!]

αʋ∂яɛʏ яαмsαʏ
{Seventeen}{Loner}{Straight}{No Crush}{In Math}{Mood:Tired}

Will this day go any slower? Audrey asked herself. She sat with boredom written across her face like a new tattoo that hurt like a b*tch. She didn't want to be in the class right now, later maybe. She just didn't like thinking so early in the mornings. She didn't know how she was able to pull off her straight A average. Well, her parents had both been teachers, looks like they raised her right. She felt an uncontrollable flash of sadness thinking about her father. May he rest in peace. She missed him dearly, but that happened a few years ago; she needed to move on. She sank a little lower in her seat and observed the students around her.

This is when she noticed something. Where were all the barbies? She looked around the room, seeing no one but the freaks, geeks, and loners, herself included. She knew she could be a barbie if she really tried, but she didn't. She had "the face" to be one, but she would rather not be a plastic doll that little kids liked to play with. She didn't like to give in to society. She twisted the ring around her finger a couple of times before glancing up at the board. Numbers, letters, equal signs, what did it all mean? Math was without a doubt her worse subject, but she didn't mind all to much. Everyone had one, you can't get a 99 in every class. Though it was nice if you could.

She grew even more bored with each passing minute, and she quickly shielded her eyes when the teacher looked around for answers to the question she asked. A few student's hands went up, but her's remained gripping her pen for support. Support from what, she didn't know. All she knew was that if she stared at the paper, and looked like she was still trying to answer the problem, the teacher shouldn't call on her. Which she didn't. She called on someone else, who actually was raising his hand. She thanked God right then. There was nothing she hated more then answering questions in class, she didn't know why. Long tests were fine, even fun if it was about the right subject. Labs were fun too. Answering questions, she could live without.

She started clicking her pen, and she watched as a few students turned around to give her a dirty stair. She didn't understand how this simple action could get on so many people's nerves, but it did, and she continued. She stared out the window as she continued clicking the purple pen, watching as a few birds flew over head. Pretty. Suddenly, her hand felt sticky, and she looked down at her hand to see what kind of tragedy happened now. Great, it exploded all over her hand. Her hand was coated with a thin layer of purple ink, which seemed a lot darker on her light skin. She groaned to herself and looked around. Her was a new problem, she hated to get up in the middle of class. Everyone would be staring at you with their jealous eyes as you walked out of class, and she sometimes hated being the center of attention. That attention should be going to the teacher.

She looked around, she didn't have any napkins or tissues to clean her hand off. Just her notebook and 3 other colored pens. Great, just perfect. She looked at one of the girls sitting near her. Her name was Davie she believed. She wasn't goo d with names. She leaned over and lightly tapped her on the shoulder with her clean hand and asked,"Uh, do you have something I could clean my hand off with?" She showed the girl her purple hand. She didn't expect the girl to have anything, but she figured it was worth a shot before she got up and entered the war zone with the teacher.

ɛℓι яαмsαʏ
{Sixteen}{Jock}{Straight}{No Crush}{Wakling around}{Mood:Eh...}

Eli was now alone, this was perfect. He walked passed the many classrooms and the main office, even the chorus room where he held singing and beautiful music playing. Not really his kind of music, he was more into the heavy bands. He didn't stay much longer in that wing. He continued walking until he was sure he was just walking in circles now. No one was really in the halls, except a few others cutting class and a few teachers on their break. They were lucky, why didn't the students get breaks like that in the middle of the day. All they got was lunch.

He took out his phone and checked the time. Great, he still had plenty of time to sit around doing nothing. He considered going to class, but he realized that was on the other side of the school. He shrugged and sat down in front of a group of lockers. His phone was still in his hand, and he stared blankly at it. The bad part about this was that he could get caught at anytime for cutting and having his phone out. Eh, he could risk it. He opened the messages part of his phone, seeing he had no new messages. This disappointed him a little, but it didn't discourage him any bit to start a new conversation. He scrolled up and down his contact list looking for someone to text. He smirked, seeing most of the numbers in his phone were girls. He didn't really need to ask either, they usually gave it to him. He was pretty cocky when it came to things like this. He finally chose a girl, Issey. He had talked to her a few times, she was cute, and he was lonely right now.

He selected her name and started typing a new message:

To: Issey
From:Eli
Hey, where are you, I'm bored. You want to come and hang with me in the hall?

It wasn't a long message, but he sent it anyway. He read it over quickly, and was satisfied with the text. It wasn't like he couldn't talk to anyone else. He didn't use text speak, his mother told him it poisoned the minds of teenagers, and this was one of the things he agreed with. It also got on his nerves, but when girls did it, he thought it was cute. He slid the phone back into his pocket and leaned his hand on the row of lockers. His friends walked by and he decided to join them again. He didn't care if they were talking about football or not. He watched the game, though he didn't really enjoy it. He liked baseball, soccer, and hockey more then football. He saw another jock, Link, wave to him. He gave a small grin and walked over. His friends wouldn't miss him, they were engrossed with a debate about an interference. They were practically bouncing off the walls. They weren't going to get caught at all. He shoved his hands into his back pockets and said,"Hey, what's up?"

{You can join one of my characters if you want. It's fine with me.}

[FallenAngel_BVB]

(am on ipod, will edit later)

Issey took her phone out her bag and smiled. *Heyy!! Yeah, i'll be there in a sec!! Xx<3* she replied and said to Minnie, " I have to go! See you later!" and then kissed her cheek and headed for the hall

[valar morghulis]

| sorry about the slow posts =\ I'll be home in about a half hour, so I should be able to get a decent post up then...as well as my guy character [finally] lol |

[Tangerine Scream]

Link chuckled slightly, watching the group of jocks wander off without Eli. To be honest, Link thought the football team and the cheerleading squad were quite similar – whenever you think of high school a jock or one of those evil cheerleaders comes into mind. And like the Barbiedolls, jocks wandered around in packs. It was a blessing the jocks talked a sports though, not lipstick or sales at the mall. How Link pulled off being a jock was another blessing in itself. He wasn’t exactly one of those guys who is six feet tall and about two hundred pounds of pure muscle – he was barely five foot nine and rather skinny – “lean” his mother used to called it. His build disappointed his father though – old Mr. Lafoe was a football player in his time.

Link had a way of being very opinionated – and in his opinion – football was the gayest sport in the history of sports. But when he enlisted for soccer, his father went ballistic – declaring that it was “it was foreign ball”. Since when did Link listen to his father? His step-mother though the soccer was a wonderful choice, but she was British, so what can you expect?

Eli broke from the pack of jocks and wandered over to Link and greeted him casually, as any straight guy would do. It disturbed Link at how my bi-guys and girls there were in this school – were they that desperate?

“Nothing much, you?” He asked, grinning. Another reason he wasn’t one of the “big populars”, he was, as his father called it, “immature”. Link didn’t think of himself as immature – just friendly…

[ghost;]

The tap on her shoulder spooked Davie for a minute. Before turning to see who it was, she shot a hateful glance at one of the juniors in her class. "All think they are hot sh*t compared to a super senior, don't they?" she stern-fully said as she turned to the girl that tapped on her shoulder. She seemed to be a junior or senior. At least the age of Lyle, that's all she could tell.
Davie looked at the purple ink all over the girl's hand. Pushing out her lips, she sighed and began to reach in her purse. Davie was always the helpful sort of person, but when someone's made a mess, she's a bit regret pull. Out of her shoulder bag, she pulled out mini-tissues and handed them to her. She then gently set a small bottle of hand sanitizer on the clean area of the girl's desk. Giving a smile, she took out a Clorox wipe and two finger golve and slid them onto her index and thumb on her right hand. Davie, then, gladly cleaned off the desk part of her mess. "You're welcome." she said when she was finished.

Out of the corner of her eye, the Australian girl looked over at her old friend. They had been texting back and forth from across the room since Jackky had entered. Finally, she decided to make the first move. In a sudden and quick movement, she was out of the desk and her bag was full and over her left shoulder. Andrea began to nonchalantly walk out of the class room, but stopped at Jackson's desk. She put out her right hand and insisted he came with her.
Her hands were cold when he took it. Together, they walked out into the hallway; hands still in the others. However, they soon came across a group of 'barbiedolls' and 'jocks'. The sight of these people forced Andi to let go of Lyle's hand. As he was confused, he saw a smirk arise onto her pierced face. The hand that had been previously in his own was smoothly going down into her purse. As she walked closer to them, she pulled out her pack of shotguns and lit one up. By a locker. In the school.
Lyle shook his head and frowned upon his friend's choices. He began to mumble to himself and he walked over to two of the jock boys. "If I had never met her, I would be in group. But would that be any better?" He stopped himself to "Hey." Lyle wasn't doing this for his own gain, but to bother his smoking friend with the thought of him turning into a jock again.

[SpottedLeopard]

↳ ( Elizabeth ) ( 18 ) ( Straight ) ( Freak ) ↲

— — — тнe вasιcs

naмe :: Elizabeth Shelby Masterson
nιcκ naмe :: Alice in Wonderland/Alice
gendeя :: Female
вιятнday :: July 23, 1993

— — — ιn тнe мιяяoя

нeιgнт :: 5' 9
cloтнιиg ѕтуle :: Anything really comfortable that stands out in her own unique way, she mainly sticks to Black, Purple, or Deep red colors, but sometimes stretches out a little further.
dιѕтιиcтινe feaтυяeѕ :: Her bright blue eyes, and definitely her hair.
вodу мodιfιcaтιoиѕ :: Has 2 ear piercing in each ear, Lip piercings, a heart tattoo in the palm of her hand.

— — — яelaтιonsнιρs

cяυsн :: Not yet
єχ(єѕ) :: A few guys from a while back at her old school.
вeѕт fяιeиd :: Not yet

— — — вacκgяound

тнeмe ѕong :: Electric Chapel {Lady Gaga}
ѕєχυal oяιєnтaтιon :: Straight
яandoм facт :: Likes to say big words randomly, speaks french.
ρєяѕonalιту :: Quiet, shy, but that's because her heart and mind are tortured by love, family and hate. If your one of the few to get really close to her, your lucky for her to say anything secret about herself, but besides that she can talk in a conversation deeply as long as it is not centered on herself.
нιѕтoяу :: She doesn't like to think or talk about it.

[valar morghulis]

[ accepted ]

[Exia]

((Recap?))

[Todd.]

((well...they had class then went to second period, I know that some girls went to mall and my charries are ditching class except for Unet who is in history...))

[valar morghulis]

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[eveяyone тнιnκs тнaт Ɩ нave ιт all buт ιт's
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Her gaze drifting to catch a glimpse of whatever [. . .or in this case, whoever] it was that Analeigh had seen, Arabella's eyes widened at the sight of a familiar face. " Sh-t! " she hissed. " that's coach Roberts ; he knows I'm supposed to be in gym! " she whispered, her voice half-breaking in laughter as she trailed close behind Analeigh ; attempting to hide herself from the coach's line of view. Still struggling to contain her laughter, her heels clicked lightly against the freshly polished floors as the group made their way toward the front doors ; only pausing as Issey spoke. Despite the fact that she was more than confused by her sudden change in plans, she didn't let it show as she flashed a quick smile. " Okay, see you around " she chimed ; her smile lingering as she turned back and continued down the hall. The front doors were in clear view now. . .but so was the receptionist, who was sure to get in their way. Just as she began thinking over the numerous ways they could distract the woman or sneak around her, the blonde's thoughts were interrupted at the sound of an annoyingly high-pitched voice : " Excuse me, ladies. . .shouldn't you be in class? " the middle aged woman questioned, arching an eyebrow and leaning up aganist her desk as she anxiously awaited their response. " I. .uh. . .yeah. " Arabella began ; deciding to simply go along with the first thing that came to mind. " my friend, she's unwell. . .and her parents. . .her parents are out of town, so the nurse asked me to give her a ride home " she nodded, placing an arm around Analeigh's shoulder as if she were assisting her in walking ; a simple little act to make things more. . .believable. She fought against the smile that tugged at her lips as she looked at Analeigh, praying that she'd go along with it.