((Oh my goodness gracious golly gee. Methinks it's about time to start this up? Sorry for being a crap bucket and leaving for so long.
Anywho. I shall begin

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Melanie
Melanie emmerged from the lake, swiftly grabbing the towel the had set on the shore earlier, and wrapped it quickly around her nude body in a fast swipe, as if she'd done it a hundred times. Walking up to her small country shed-of-a-house, her uncle emerged onto the back porch, a bottle of whiskey in his hand - drunk, as usual. "Why you always swimmin' in that damn lake, girl?" he slurred, side stepping down the old wood stairs. "I been waitin' since noon for my lunch. Where's my lunch?!" he suddenly hollered, grabbing her wrist.
Melanie made a disgusted face and wrenched her arm back so that she could hold her towel in place with both hand secore in between her collar bones. "I'm going in to make your lunch right now, dumb b*stard!" she tried hard not to yell, but failed, as she stomped inside, leaving her uncle stumbling around in the yard, absent-mindedly and intoxicated. Melanie tore open the freezer and grabbed a tv dinner, thorwing into the microwave and setting the time, then making her way up to her small attic room, pulling on jean shorts and a red-orange camisole top and changing. She pulled out her blow-drier and quickly styled her hair, then re-applied her makeup so that it looked like she was totally content with life. She went back down, to find her uncle asleep on the couch. She sighed frustatedly, dropping his lunch on the coffee table with a can of coke, then grabbed her purse and stormed outside to go find lunch away from her home.
Stephanie
Stephanie sat quietly curled up in the park on her favourite bench, secluded in a bush of pine trees. She loved the park, becasue it was outisde, open, and not many people visited it, since they had their own wide open farmland to sit on. Jacksonburg was farm counrty- so the park was small and built mostly for visitors or more urban residents. Stephanie gently flipped the page of her library book and continued reading, enjoying the slight breeze that hinted of Autumn. she was already wearing her long flare jeans despite the late august weather.
Krystal
Krystal walked over the old sidewalk with a group of friends towards the corner store. In this small town, this was the place where most teens met up. It was a diner-cornerstore with a bar, and a sort of a quickie mart to the side. It came complete with swirvle bar stools and vending machines, as well as little breakfast tables and workers behind the counter.
Walking in, Krystal recived a number of greeting, to which she returned with a smile, or by blowing a kiss and hugging her friends and classmates over the counter. The two groups clashed, gathering at the counter of the bar like a furious ball of giggles, flowery perfum and gissip. "Oh. Em. Gee. Did you guys see that new guy? Rumour is - he's from California! How totally HOT is that?" a slender brunette gushed, subconciously wiping the counter with a cloth.
"No way, Stacy. I heard that he's from Canada. He probably hunts polar bears! He could probably shoot those damn coyotes for us - he'd be our HERO." another girl swooned, her eyelashes batting dreamily.
"Girls, girls." Krystal said with a grin. "Keep your pants on. He'll probably be at school on Monday, and THEN you can grope him. For now, can I just say how AMAZING Stacy's tan in looking? Tell us all about your trip to the Bahamas, Stace!" she quipped, grabbing Stacy's hands excitedly as the brunette blushed as all the attention was focused on her. "Well," the girl began, but then eyed the door. Krystal turned to see Melanie walk in, and the chatter at the counter immediately hushed as the stunning girl made her way to the counter. For a moment, Krystal thought she saw a hint of sadness or despair on her face, but then she caught Kris's eye and scowled. "What are YOU looking at, blondie?" Melanie hissed, stopping at the counter. "Can I have a ham sandwich? Thanks." she said to Stacy, examining her nails boredly.
Stacey didn't say a word, but shot Melanie a glance of hatred and jealousy, then strode off to go make the sandwich before she lost her job at the diner. Krystal was about to get up and confront Melanie, but suddenly Tori popped up out of nowhere -as he usually did- and sat down on a swirvly chair next to Melanie, killing the opportunity.
Tori
Tori watched from a table at the diner, with coffee in hand, as Melanie walked in looking rather depressed, as usual, then snapping at Krystal. He knew all about her drunk Uncle. He was the only man who would walk into the cornerstore with his smiley-face boxers on and buy more beer and whiskey. Sometimes the clerk would have to refuse him and eventually call the cops. Somehow, girls still jealously eyed her and excluded her for everything, which only forced Mel to be more bitter. "Hey!" he grinned plopping onto the chair beside her, twirling aorund in it.
"What do you want?" she growled, totally uninterested. Tori knew she was just playing hard-to-get. "Nuthin. Just sayin' hi." he said, looking at her sandwich as the noise level of the group of girls farther down the counter started to rise again. "What's up at home? No food?" he smirked, eyeing her sandwich.
"No! I have food!" she defended, but looked at Tori's grin. "You know." she gave in rolling her eyes. "My uncle. He's too much for me to handle. I'd rather eat here than at home." she confessed, biting delicately into her sandwich. Tori nodded, pulling a piece of bread off her sandwich and popping it into his mouth. Melanie slapped his arm, but didn't put up a fight, knowing he was just being him.
Talen
Talen swatted at the broad flop of sun-bleached hair over his eyes, going back out to his
red mustang convertibleto collect the last few cardboard boxes he had in the back seat, sighing as she locked up the car and put up the top, incase it rained. He set everythign down inside his new, small house with a groan. He was glad to start over in a tiny small town, but still had his worries.