Nate stepped out of the taxi cab that was taking him from the airport to the boarding school. It had been a very interesting summer, filled with a lot of hook-ups and flings. Now, he could focus on conquering where he knew best. Canterbury was his territory, and there was no way he was going to let anyone take his rightful place as king. It helped that he was Student Body President, meaning that he did officially have a position of power. He used that to his advantage, and he loved the many perks that came with being rich.

Nate dragged his luggage along the path leading up to the school. He could already see the main building, and he had even spotted a few of his friends. Of course, he had made plans to hang out with them later. For now, he had to get up to his room and deposit his luggage there. Then, he would be able to go wherever he wanted, and the fun would ensue.

Nate was too busy nodding his head at so many people - he was quite the popular guy - that he didn't notice a girl walking around aimlessly with a camera. She had been snapping photos of her surroundings, and she just happened to walk right in front of him. He turned around and saw that he was right in her shot. He looked down at the girl and raised an eyebrow. He'd never seen her before. She was new and really pretty, perfect for the first conquest of the year. "Whoa, watch out."

Johnny climbed out of his 1968 mustang fastback. It certainly wasn't anything impressive. He'd bought it off a used car lot for thirteen hundred on his seventeenth birthday. He and his dad were currently working to remodel it. While the engine ran just fine, there were still several rust spots on the outside. It looked rather out of palce next to the lexus convertables and the black BMW's that most people on campus drove. But Johnny couldn't bring himself to care in the least.

He slung his bag over his shoulder and headed down the main hall of the school smiling brightly to everyone who he managed to make eye contact with. He, like his car, were definately not the 'pure blood' type that frequented the schools. While everyone was in their designed jeans and accesorized outfits, Johnny was wearing a simple pair of faded and worn jeans [the ones that were actually worn, not the store bought kind] a pair of plane black sneakers, and a gray button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He stopped by his locker and stuffed his bag inside before removing his camera. First period journalism!

Shasha walked out of the registration office with all her flute and cello. So my luggage has been brought to my room already, only wish they brought me along too. She thought to herself as she wondered around aimlessly looking for her dorm room. Well this is a huge school i hope mother luck is on my side to day. I might need more then luck to get me through this school. She thought then reached into her pocket for her I-pod. Well this will help pass the time.... oh no i don't have any battery time left. Well this sucks i'm lost, alone and have no music to past the time. Shasha then hung her head and continued to walk.

((sorry about the first post i'm still getting use to this site and pressed the wrong button))

Nate started to dust himself off, even if he hadn't fallen to the ground. He had a thing for hygiene, and some people even thought that he had an obsessive-compulsive disorder. It was sort of ironic because he slept around with so many girls. Some people teased him and said that he would get a sexually transmitted disease. He merely shushed them and made sure that he was protected at all times. That was probably why he hadn't gotten any of the girls pregnant yet. He knew their parents would freak out and then kill him. It wouldn't be a pretty sight.

Nate saw the Headmaster walking towards them and wondered what he wanted. He had to stop his jaw from dropping when he heard that this clumsy girl was his daughter. He would have to be more careful then. He didn't want to get kicked out of school once again, so he decided to play nice for now and do as the man told him. "Of course, Headmaster," he answered politely with a curt nod.

Nate turned back to the girl. "Come on. Let's go." He started heading towards the journalism class. He didn't have it, but he definitely knew his way around the school. He had snuck out and done too many bad things to not know.

Nate was taken aback by how this new girl was talking to him. Who did she think she was? Well, of course, she was the Headmaster's daughter, but that didn't mean that she could just show up here to his school and try to take over. She wasn't all that, not yet anyways. She had to prove herself to everybody if she wanted to stay atop the food chain. High school was vicious, and boarding school was ruthless. Bitches lurked the hallways, and assholes strutted the corridors. She had to be warned, or perhaps Nate would let her find that out on her own.

Nate watched as the girl, apparently named Andy, walked into her classroom. He scoffed as he turned around and walked away. He didn't really want to go to class, but he still trodded down the hallway, not really wanting to talk to anyone at the moment. He was too busy thinking about that new girl. She seemed downright annoying but fascinating nonetheless. Perhaps he could go make friends with her.

Well this is bad, I don't eve know what floor i'm on. lets se i went up two sets on the north end... or was that the south end. Oh god where am I. and there is no one around to help Shasha was a little scared and embarrassed feeling a small tear rolling down her cheek. Oh great now i'm going to start crying this realy sucks so if someone does find me i will look like a cry baby just my luck. Next thing i will know everyone will know and then it's goodbye reputation and hello misery.

Brie stepped carefully out of the family car, relived to have finally arrived at her destination. While she was glad that her father was letting her take the car for the year now that she was sixteen, driving wasn't her favorite pastime. She nervously smoothed the front of her lightweight blue cotton summer skirt, trying to remove wrinkles that only existed in her mind. It didn't matter that this was her third year at this school, she would probably always be a little anxious about seeing people again after a summer spent mostly with her family. She picked up her sketchbook and pencil case from the passenger seat of the car before shutting and locking the door, then headed towards the school.

Heading towards the building where she knew her first period art class would be located, Brie wished she had time to take a detour through her dorm. She knew all of her things had been delivered already, except for the 'just-in-case' bag in the trunk of her car, but it would have been nice to see the place where she was going to be living. An that was without even mentioning the unpacking she would have to do, since her mother had no doubt gone through and added more stuff to what she had already packed. She didn't have time, though, as she arrived at her classroom with only a few minutes to spare.

Not being the sort of person who waits around in an empty classroom for everyone else to get there, Brie flipped her sketchbook open to a blank page and pulled a sharp pencil out of her case. With a few quick strokes, the outline of a face began to develop. So far, it didn't look like anyone in particular, because Brie preferred to draw things that she could see. Whoever was sitting near her in class would probably end up being just another page in her book.

"Yeah dad, I get it," Caleb grumbled, slumping in his seat as he glared out of the passenger window.

"Screw this up, Caleb, and I swear-"

"I know, I know," he sighed, sitting up now as he reached for the handle. "Listen, I'm gonna be late. So can we wrap this up?"

The lids of his father's eyes narrowed. "Just don't get expelled again," he said in a slow, almost menacing tone.

Caleb actually smiled. "Me? Expelled?" he scoffed, as if offended. "Not likely." And with that, Caleb swiftly exited the fancy automobile. He wasn’t allowed to take his own car to the school, his listen being recently taken away for “reckless driving.” Whatever that was about. But his father’s car seemed to do just fine. Not only did it come with a lecture, but a fine price tag with too many zeros for Caleb’s taste. But that was his father. His family. Where there was money, their name was involved. His name. And what a proud and proper one it was! Not that Caleb cared much about that.

Caleb didn’t bother looking for his dorm just yet. There was time for that. He decided to go ahead and scout out the campus, see what there was to offer. He had never been to Canterbury, so this was all new to him. He wasn’t even sure where his first class was or what it was for that matter, though all it took was a quick glance of the sheet of paper he was mailed over the summer, residing conveniently in his back pocket.. His schedule was all there. But again, such things could wait.

As he strolled through the halls, he smiled and nodded towards a couple girls who also grinned in his direction. Yeah, he’d like it just fine here. But then something stopped him. As he passed by, he caught a glimpse through a door someone was currently making their way through, entering a nearly empty classroom. And just in his line of sight was a pretty girl, a pencil held to what looked like a sketchpad. Grinning a bit, Caleb ran one hand carelessly through his brown hair and casually walked into the room of interest, slipping one hand in his jeans pocket. He took a seat beside her as if art was one of his courses (which it most certainly was not) and glanced towards the pad, smiling a bit.

“Whatcha drawing?” he asked simply, looking up to her eyes now as he waited for an answer, his smile turning innocent with interest.

Brie almost didn't notice when someone else wandered into her line of sight. It wasn't until his shadow fell across her sketchbook that her mind registered that she wasn't alone anymore. She looked up, blinking a few times to adjust her contacts after so much time staring at her work. She didn't recognize the guy who had taken the seat next to her, and now that she was on her third year at Canterbury, she knew she could recognize all the art students on sight.

So. Either he's a new freshman, or a transfer, then. Unless...are we doing figure drawing today and nobody told me? I guess he could be the model. Brie immediately dismissed that idea. They had done figure drawing before, and the models had always been female. Just one of the many drawbacks to having an old, male teacher. Looking at her new company again, she ruled out freshman too. He didn't look like he was younger than she was, and being an artist she had faith in her ability to judge someone's age.

Brie completely ignored the boy's question about what she was drawing. If he was in an art class, surely he had to be able to recognize a face when he saw one. Instead, when she finally spoke, it was to ask "Transfer, no?" She still spoke with a hint of a Spanish accent despite her best efforts to lose it in the years since her family moved to the States.

Well screw this. Shasha thought as she found a music room. I will go to the music room thats my first class anyways and then when i meet ptople i will follow them to the dorms. It is a great plan!

Shasha entered the music room She found she was the only one in there. She put her cello to the side of ther room and brought her flute to a chair in the front right row. Then she took her flute out of it's case. It was made out of Pristine silver with a 14k gold lip and riser. It was made for her by Pearl who had sponsored her throughout her life in many compation around the world. This flute had won her many prizes in many diffrent countries and was the only thing that had been with her all her life. It was one of her best friends and helped her through bad times. Shasha brought her flute to her mouth and started to play songs she had memorized thought her life.

Johnny looked up from the screen of his camera when he heard the door open. Class had already been going for about ten minutes when the new girl entered. For a moment a twinge of panic crossed her face as she realized she was late, but it was quickly replaced with annoyance. He grinned knowing exactly how she felt. She took a seat at the desk near him as the teacher continued to lecture about the wonders of journalism.

"You must be new," he said leaning over to whisper. "I'm Johnny, and don't worry about being late, Mr. Erickson is cool."

Ikki had gotten up a little late that day. "Great now I'm going to be late". Ikki sighed as she got out of the bed. Stretching slightly she went to go pick out an outfit for today. "Ah screw it I'm pretty sure I got cosplay that's already clean and ready to go". Going over to her other closet...yes she had a closet just for her cosplay outfits. "Suzumiya Haruhi, or Air gear...the first one...don't want people to think I'm to weird". She laughed at her comment...like she wasn't weird enough already. Putting on the outfit she grabbed her bag and was out the door.

Her first class was music, she only took the class because her dad made her. Even so she really kinda liked it, although photography, which was her next class, was her favorite. Walking in she saw a new girl. She decided that maybe she'd make a new friend...and she knew the flute. Walking over to her she tapped her lightly on the shoulder. "Nice music".

[I don't think we were ready for a time skip yet]

Caleb immediately took notice to the girl's accent, and his smile unwillingly went a bit wider. It was rather enticing. She was very pretty with a somewhat foreign look to her. Caleb was anything but foreign. He was born and raised in America and had only left the country three times when he was younger, his parents not wanting to leave their only son home alone while they were out for Dr. Hartford’s career. One of the 'benifits' to his father being a well known doctor. He was constantly being called out from the city to operate. And Caleb, being his only son, was occasionally being dragged along.

The girl didn't seem to concern herself with his question, but instead asked if he was a transfer. He laughed a bit, his blue eyes gazing at her curiously. "That obvious, huh?" he asked, still grinning "I'm Caleb by the way."

wait wat time is it o-o;; *confused*

[sry thought you were skipping to the next day<-ignore me]

"Gabriella. But I go by Brie." She carefully altered the shape of the face she was drawing, making it more masculine. As long as she had someone sitting right in front of her, she was going to take the opportunity to draw. She scrutinized Caleb through lowered eyelashes, her pencil darting quickly across the paper. Before long, she had altered the details that she already had drawn, and was starting to fill in the shading of his eyes. It didn't occur to her that it might be considered strange to start drawing a guy she had just met. As she sketched, she responded to his other question.

"I hadn't seen you here before. It was a guess." Brie shrugged, then wrinkled her nose in disgust when the motion caused her pencil to drag lightly across her sketch while she wasn't paying attention. Grumbling under her breath, she began to erase the line, trying to avoid ruining the work she had already done. Normally she wouldn't have tried to sketch while she was talking to someone, but she didn't trust herself to remember the details for her sketch if she waited until after class to get them down. Glancing up for a moment, she noticed Caleb's smile, and found herself returning it with one of her own.