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[fly away.]

.: Tori Adira Mkay :.
"Live like today's your last, because sometimes, it is."

When Tori slept, she slept deeply, clutching any kind of pillow she could find to her chest. She slept on the couch as well, in the Foster home. They didn't have any extra beds. She was still sleeping when some kid, Monroe she guessed, pushed her off the couch to wake her up. She looked at Monroe, "What?" She asked, incredously, "It's almost time to go to school," Monroe replied. Tori nodded a little bit, finally standing up. You could slightly tell that she was pregnant, but only barely. She shooke her head a little bit, going over to the backpack with all her stuff. She pulled out some jeans, and a red T-Shirt that read 'Haters Gonna Hate, 'Cause Someone's Gotta Do It.' She walked into the bathroom and changed, then she began to brush her hair, running it through her tangles before walking back out to the living room. She walked over to the kitchen, grabbed an apple and smiled at Monroe. "Come on, let's go." She said, grabbing her backpack before walking outside, Monroe following her. Gatsby stayed home, with the babysitter. They lived close to the school, so they just walked, as Tori ate her apple. She walked inside the high school and over to her locker. She shook her head a little bit before opening it.

[*Nyx's Daughter*]

Ella sighed as she walked to school. She switched her bag pack to the other arm to carry it. She wasn't looking forward to another dull day of school. Maybe this one would be better. She doubted it and walked into school.

[nattaly.]

Jace walked into the high school, he didn't really like school that much. He didn't pay attention to anyone that was around him. Jace walked towards his locker and grabbed his books that he would need for his classes before lunch. Jace shoved his bookbag into his locker and slammed the locker door and turned around. His cellphone vibrated, he checked his cellphone to see who it was from; it was his mother..she had texted him and asked if he dropped Kylee off at preschool. Jace replied: Yep. He clicked send and shoved his cellphone back into his pocket. Jace looked up and started walking to his first class which was gym. He flipped his hair out of his eyes and walked into the gym. The boy walked into the locker room and put his books into his gym locker. He began to change into his gym outfit. After gym, he wanted to find Tori and talk to her. Jace smiled slightly and walked out of the locker room.

[Ravendarus]

Rose walked along to class lightly, she sighed a bit, she was in art class first thing, her most favourite of classes. She walked inside the class and sat down in her seat, she pulled out her art book and started to doodle waiting for the class to begin, she looked at her cellphone so far no texts, which was good since her father didn't want anything, hopefully he didn't figure anything out. She shifted a bit in her chair and looked around to see if anyone else she knew would be in class today.

[fly away.]

.: Tori Adira Mkay :.
"Live like today's your last, because sometimes, it is."

Tori looked through the books in her locker, she blinked. Math, yeah, she had math. She smiled a little bit, pulling out that book and walking over to her next class. Finding a seat in the back, she plopped down and opened her book up. She began to work on some of the homework that she hadn't finished last night. Last night had been pretty hectic. She had had to babysit Monroe and Gastby, the Gatsby had thrown up all over the place. And she simply did not have the time to do a whole lot of homework. She thought about how she had burnt dinner, so they ended up ordering pizza. Then she didn't have enough money to pay so she had to look all over the house to find some money. She shook her head, getting out of that memory and starting back on the homework.

[lucky.]

Raelyn walked into her first class which was math. Raelyn was a smart girl and enjoyed math though she wouldn't show it. Raelyn sat down in her seat and opened her binder writing down some notes giving her best i-really-hate-math-face . She was popular and as it goes popular are supposed to "hate" school. After, scribbling down the notes she waited patiently before leaning over to talk to the person next to her. "Hey." she said hoping the person next to her was not a nerd or loser.

{Anyone want to rp with Raelyn?}

[radioactive.]

Price yawned and looked over as a girl spoke to him.When his eyes drifted over to her, he recognized her, but only from seeing he in the hall surrounded by all those preppy girls and the jocks."Hi" he said back to her before playing with his pencil boredly, having nothing better to do. {WB}

[fly away.]

.: Tori Adira Mkay :.
"Live like today's your last, because sometimes, it is."

Tori looked over at the person that had spoke to her, it kind of scrambled her mind a little bit. Her thoughts were now moving around everywhere. She blinked a little bit, "Uhh.. Hey," she replied to the girl who had spoke to her. She looked familar, and she probably knew her name, just couldn't remember it right now. Rae.. Raelyn. Yeah, that was what it was. She looked up from her homework and over to Raelyn, she gave a small smile and doodled around on the homework. She just had a few problems left, so she could talk, she guessed.

((I will!))

((Or not.. :( ))

[lucky.]

"I'm Raelyn." she said giving a small smile. She chuckled in her thinking who wouldn't know who she was, she was the most popular girl. Raelyn studied the boy's face in case of future reference when she might have to use him to do homework or something. Raelyn scanned the room for future people to befriend, she had second thoughts about using the boy in the future well.. it depended on how he acted towards her.

[radioactive.]

Price listened as she spoke out her name before he returned her smile."Nice to meet you" he said before looking ahead as the teacher said something.He had no personal intrest in getting a detention again, but he couldn't ignore the girl so he looked back at her once the teacher had stopped looking at him, or more like glaring.