by Ƨтяαωвɛяяʏღღღ » Sun May 06, 2012 8:30 am
(( Anyone free? ))
Shayna -- Single -- Girl -- Sixteen --------
I walk around school, my loose hair bobbing around like I don't care. My heels click the floor and everyone seems to be talking to one another, and I don't mind that right now I'm alone, by myself walking the halls to my locker. When I do get to my locker, I quickley do my combonation and open it, stuffing some books in there that my mom thought I would've needed, but we both know that I really wouldn't care even if I did need them, and today I just might. I wait by my locker for someone to approach me, hopefully a cute boy that's new or something, or that I've never noticed before.
Zach -- Single -- Boy -- Sixteen --------
I walk through the school doors after my bus driver lets us off, I swear he's on something. Either way, it's a new year and a new school, and a lot of new girls to hit on or whatever. Even though I like this place alot, I can't beleive my mom made me move with her stupid ner husband, my stupid new step dad. I grunt slowly and look around at the new place, wondering if it'll be easy to fit in to or not, probably not, though. My blue eyes dart around every corner, and I read the note that's on the paper again, reading my locker number.
Kendall -- Single -- Girl -- Seventeen --------
My fishnet braid is parted to the left, and I walk around with it in my hand. D*amn, i screwed it up and it's kind of sucky looking now, I guess. I sigh and take out my mini blue hair band, then fix my pulled back and still a little messed up wet blonde hair. I fix it but run into an open locker, like the stupid blonde I am. "Watch it!" says Shayna, the girl I now recognize as another cheerleader. I walk on and mumble "Sorry," to her and keep my head high until I get to my locker, then I fix my hair with the mirror that is put up in my locker, my costomized locker that I learn to love.
Ace -- Single -- Boy -- Seventeen --------
I walk around school, looking for something to do or for something to happen, but nothing catches my eye. I walk around the farmiliar place, then figure that it'll be fun to mess around with some freshmen, but I don't see any unfarmiliar faces that are fourteen years old. i grunt and go to my first class, and I don't even know what subject it is. Still, I see some people and I wonder if they're interested, but I'm not even sure if they know I'm there.
so this is my signature... i adore this guy, but he doesn't really know i exist. i have two dogs, max and molly, and a cat, p.k, short for prince kitty. my parents aren't married, but they weren't ever divorced, either. i mainly live with my mom, but go off to my dad's every other weekend and thursday. i dance on mondays, tuesdays, wednesdays, and thursdays, and i love it more than anything else that gets me off my feet. i like alternative music ( like imagine dragons, panic at the disco, boy, daughter, the airborne toxic event, 3oh3, etc ) and i'm not as happy as i seem... c: