(Sure)
~James Wicker~
James sits down on a bench at the school on this sunday morning. He was supposed to be heading to school ,but he didn't care and would rather skip. He looked around and shook his head. 'These people are one weird messed up group' he thought looking over at some tourist's from some big city. He put his feet on the table and his back against the wall. 'atleast I have my music' he mumbled and put his ear buds in and looked up at the blue sky. Watching the clouds roll by for a while before drawing.
~Tyler Everdale~
He walks around with his speaker blaring music by Acranius. He looks around and the metal heads gave him a nod for the good music choice. The punks raised their eye brows and he just shrugged it off. He was the outcast type child of the town. If he acted different he was ignored by almost everyone. When he listened to his music, drew and wore certain items he was more accepted. He sat down by the library and started to read and sing along to some music. His voice blending in with the singers making it sound some what the same. He was not used to using his diaphragm and growling yet so he didn't do those parts unless no one was around.
~Nicholas Matthews~
He stands in the doorway and looks outside. He contemplates actually leaving the house or just staying home like usual. He sighs and walks onto the porch and sits down. He takes out a pack of smokes and starts smoking. He puts the pack into his backpack that was outside the door so he can grab it before school tomorrow. He shook his head in disbelief that his summer went so fast this year. He shrugs and leans on the dark brown wooden railing of the porch steps. He forgot to pain the new wooden rails to make them look better or in his words more sophisticated. He loved peoples reactions to him acting all sophisticated ,but he can't keep that act up to long. He tends to get into trouble easily, it comes naturally to him.