Skylar was sitting up on her bed, staring at the floor. Memories fled through her, the sound of the crash, glass breaking, metal grinding against the cement. It made her shiver. She began to rub her arms as goosebumps began to rise. She let out a sigh, and dressed into her day clothes, a white tank top with a tiger on it, a purple and black plaid button-down shirt on top of it. Dark blue skinny jeans, black and white converse shoes, and a dragonfly necklace. She decided to go out, she had nothing else to do in her room. She stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind her, closing her eyes for a moment. She only knew one person here, Charlie, who she knew from her old town, but even him she barely knew. She opened her eyes and let go of the door knob, as she looked up and down the hallway. She heard some talking, but not much. Everyone went through some kind of trauma, no one wants to be here. She began to make her way into the main living room, somewhat fastly. Skylar is a very pretty girl, her hair a natural light, almost dirty blonde color, and her eyes a sea blue, slightly unique.
Charlie stood looking out his window. He saw only a few of the other kids, which he didn't mind so much. He slipped on his dark blue jeans, gray Beatles t-shirt, red and black plaid over-shirt, and black and white converse shoes. Simple, not too flashy. Charlie is very handsome, his hair being a dark brown, almost brunette color, his eyes an unusual dark gray. He has a muscular build, and a slight sun-tan coloring. He left his room, and went downstairs to the main living room/living area. He saw Skylar, but he made no approach to her, he hardly knew her, anyway. He looked around, seeing who else was out.