((Not much to say about Xavier and not enough time to write notes, sorry! ))
Dean grinned as a girl with long chocolate brown curls walked past him, and swept her hair off to one side. There was something about the look on her face, something that made her look determined. What a turn on that was. With a sigh, Dean shrugged, and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. He lit it, and smiled happily as the stressed feeling form this morning, slowly drifted away… he knew once he stopped, and put it out, the horrible sickness would come back. So, until it went away for good, he would have to smoke as much as possible. If he could; It wouldn’t be that easy since he couldn’t skip all the classes in one day… then what would be the point of going to school? Sometimes, he did wonder why he bothered to get an education; Dean knew he was a hopeless, messed up kid, with no future. If anything, he would end up on the street, with no money, no food, and no water. When times like this came along, when Dean didn’t believe in himself, he needed something to cheer him up. But not even the satisfying song ‘Stan’ could help him now. These mood sings came around often, and when they did, they’re was no way of getting out of the hole he had dug. But soon enough, he would slowly come up, and forget about it. But Dean knew there’d be one day when he wouldn’t come out. And he would spend the rest of his life in deep depression.
Jack smiled playfully as the girl he had seen in the hall came to join him in his own class. What were the chances that she’s pick the seat right next to him, even if it was the last seat? He frowned. Okay, it was the last seat. She didn’t really have a choice. He glanced over at her, and realized she was somewhat hiding her face. Well, he wanted to see her appearance, since he hadn’t seen much in the hallway. Well, he had to start a conversation one way or another. He tapped her shoulder lightly, and asked curiously: “Hey, have you heard about my party?” He didn’t wait for her to respond. “Well, are you going?” Jack wondered aloud. He had always been the type to start a discussion, and ask questions instead of answer them. It might be family genes. His older brother and mother were both very outgoing, and had many friends, while his younger sister and father were extremely shy. It sometimes seemed like they were afraid to talk to someone other then themselves.
Sam headed to school at a slow pace. No need to rush, everything was cool. His teacher would understand, besides, he had had an appointment with his doctor at eight, and had only half an hour to prepare himself. He shrugged the thought off, and continued walking. For a moment, everything seemed quiet. He was on a lonely street, with no cars or people. Just the chirping of the birds, and the whistle of the wind kept him company. He found it very peaceful. No voices, or loud noises to distract him from the hidden beauty of nature. Samuel smiled gently at the thought of no one ever around him. No one to mock or insult him about his ways of thinking. No one to glare, or laugh when he explained his thoughts. Just him, and his guitar sitting silently on his back. But that was too much to hope for, and he realized that such dreams could never come true. He also knew that he didn’t want it to come true. Though many people made fun of him, he knew underneath all the hate and spite, they’re was love.