Bill cast a bewildered look at Hayley, he didn't think he was THAT skinny, just a little bit skinny, he then gave her a nervous smile and kept walking, his brown eyes a little unfocused as he began to imagine being on tour again, only without the whole being stalked by his fangirls or anything. He smiled slightly and took his hands out of his pockets and put them behind his head, he smiled slightly and let out a small sigh. He missed it already, if he hadn't gone to this school, he'd probably be, touring in Hollywood or something along those lines.
He then looked down, his shoes had come undone, he bent down slightly and began to tie up the laces of his black converses, he had wanted to wear something 'normal' so he had got his converses out, they were probably his normal-est shoes, beside his skate shoes, he smiled slightly, he loved his clothes, and he always wanted a job is fashion is he couldn't be a singer anymore. He smiled and then stood back up and stuck his hands back in the pockets of his jeans and sighed, he should have loosened the dog collar he wore first, it was itching his neck a bit too tightly.
He let out a small sigh and kept walking, his tummy gave another loud growl, he was tempted to go back to his room and eat his chocolate and candy he brought back from Germany, but he decided normal food would probably be healthier, he let out a small huff and quickly reached up and loosened the 'collar' from around his neck so it didn't hurt anymore, he smiled slightly then, could people really tell he was a Rockstar by his appearance? He shrugged lightly, not like it mattered, he didn't really care what people thought of him.
Bill let out a small huff suddenly a tony bit bothered, did he look fancy enough to be a Rockstar? Why did people think famous people needed so much better things then the normal kids. "That is so dumb" He sighed, he'd kill to be in a normal kids room, even though he liked Nikki, he just didn't like the luxury of the rooms and the way people treated them, he let out a small annoyed sigh.
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Marilyn let out a sigh, he had walked back to near his room, but he didn't want to go back into it to face his painfully annoying roommate, he rolled his white and brown eyes and let out another sigh, of course it had to be him who was stuck with the pansy. He let out another sigh and then began to wander around boredly, he had nothing to do, and he couldn't go and relax in his room, he frowned and straightened up his trench coat and began to jog through the halls, his sneakers making dull thumping noises on the ground and he smiled and began to imagine being back home, he NEVER ran at home, ever, he hated doing sport, he actually didn't believe in it's morals, like they say "Try your best, but when you do, they tell you to try harder" How did that make sense? What was even the point?
Marilyn sighed and came to a stop, he didn't know where he was, not that he cared, he sat down on the ground and lent against a wall and let out a small annoyed huff, this was all that stupid pansy's fault! He didn't even get Kiyomi back for wrecking his make-up, she'd made his eye-liner run. He let out another annoyed huff and crossed his legs lightly, he hated it here, he hated everyone here, he wished they would all go away and die. He wanted to go back home and be with his family and Twiggy, he REALLY missed Twiggy, he brought his knees up to his chin and suddenly felt so very sad, his eyes filled with tears and he stiffled a small sob, he was one of the youngest people here, being only fourteen. He let out another sob and rubbed some tears that had begun to dribble down his cheeks. "This sucks" He whimpered and buried his face in his knees and shook his head slightly, messing up his sleek black hair.
Marilyn sighed again, wanting to go back his room, despite the pansy being there, he wasn't going to let that idiot get the better of him, Marilyn got to his feet and began to walk quickly back the way he came, his white and brown eyes narrowed slightly and he smiled. He walked to his door and wrenched it open and walked it in, slamming it behind him, he narrowed his eyes as he saw Michael taking over the whole couch. Bloody stupid pansy He thought sourly and then went to his bed and sat down, he felt a bit better laying on the comfortable, semi-fancy bed and he smiled slightly and ignored that his roommate was even there.
Marilyn closed his eyes slightly and smiled as his thoughts began to wander onto thoughts of home again, he never had really felt home-suck, probably because he always had Twiggy with him, and he sorta replaced 'Home' for him. He frowned slightly, poor Twiggy, he would probably be missing him right now, and he didn't have the marks to get into this school. Marilyn sighed and felt a bit depressed at that, it was probably his fault, he distracted him in class and that's why Twiggy hadn't got very good grades.
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Fabian had managed to maneuver his way back into his main-stream room, it was hard to get Fabian down, he let out a happy sigh, he had found out, this school had ramps! So Fabian would be able to get around no problem. He looked around his room lightly and then wheeled himself over to bed and he hoisted himself onto it with his strong well muscled arms, his legs hung limply off the bed, Fabian frowned at his legs and grabbed one and shifted it onto the bed, and then did that same to the other. He nodded in satisfaction and then grinned. He was getting used to having to move his legs by his hands, he looked closely at his legs, they were numb, he couldn't feel them at all, it was as if they weren't even there, well, he was like that from the waist down, so there were other things he couldn't feel either, which made it hard to do important things, like urinate. He let out another huff and shrugged his thin shoulders slightly.
Fabian layed his head down on the pillows lightly and smiled, he began to think about his subjects in his head,m and all he ended up doing was singing, which wasn't very productive, but he loves singing, and not known to hi he was a very nice singer, his voice was soft and singsong when he was talking, but when he sang it was totally different, he sounded beautiful, his voice going slightly deeper, he was able to reach Soprano and Atlo levels of his voice, he finished singing after a little while and smiled happily. He really did love singing, he then struggled into a sitting position while his legs still didn't move, he looked at them and blinked a few times, resting his weight on his arms, which held him up. He let out a small huff, not that he was actually annoyed or anything.
Fabian looked out the window of his room and suddenly he shuffled awkwardly over toward his window and pressed his face and hands toward as he stared at the lush grasses of the fields around of the grounds. His eyes suddenly teared up, he wanted to run, like a normal person, he wanted to be normal! He wanted to walk! But more then anything, he wanted friends, he wanted people who liked him for being him, but he couldn't be his lively self without his legs, he needed to walk. He let out another loud sob and his shoulders began to shake as the tears dripped down his cheeks onto the window and window-sill. It wasn't fair! Why him? What had he ever done to anybody to deserve not being able to walk? Why? WHY!?
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Sky's head raised slightly as she heard a knock on her door, she got to her feet quickly, her black curls tussled all over her face and she brushed them out of her eyes lightly and then went to the door, she opened it lightly and then looked up at Raiden and blinked her bright green eyes a few times and then cocked her head to one side, "Who're you?" She asked curiously. She only stood a good four and a half feet off the ground, and she felt very small most of the time.
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