"Whats going on Star?" Ross said to her as they stood outside the drama hall. The hall was a small corridor, and it sent you into a dark room. Surrounded with large curtains and a small platform for a stage at the end. White chairs were stacked by the corner of the room, and a students desk for the teacher. The corridor was simply four doors facing each other, two and two with about 3 and a half meters between them. This was to reserve the loud sound that usually came from the room, inside.

She stood between the four doors, pretty much silent. Starlyne might have seemed perfect, but she had issues. After her mom died on her eighth birthday, she develop a sort of history with panic attacks. Star wasn't good with dealing with grief, so she ignored the fact that her mom past away, and thus whenever she gets stressed out or gets really sad, the idea of her spending her eight birthday sitting in a dark hospital all by herself haunts her. Then she starts losing her breath, and hyperventilating. Eventually she would just pass out, all of her close friends knew about this. It wasn't a big shocker when it happened... but Ross had no idea. The last time she did have a panic attack was two years ago on her birthday.

The two of them stood there, Starlyne went to prop herself against a nearby wall, and Ross started looking worried. He knew deep down that he should get one of those hot senior girls Starlyne always hung out with, deep down he knew that something was about to happen with her. But he went to her side anyways, wrapping his arm around her. Bad move Ross, bad bad move.

so citizen can you make rick like actually conversational or at least interesting?

Angel turned around annoyed, he was barely a conversationalist and the sound of the bell relieved her and she sprung out of her seat and left. So one guys vibe for me isnt there whatever theres plenty of guys in this school

Walking around she decided to look for Star

(I did.)
Rick pulled out his phone as he walked toward his locker. He had Drama next so he wasn't in a hurry. He read the text. He then fired one back.

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We'll be there.  I'm not that sleep deprived.  Anyway it should be good fight. - Lennox.

He slipped his phone back into his pocket and walked toward the drama hall. He was curious to what they would be doing for a play. Then again he was always curious to that. He looked around for Maryse's familiar black hair.

Maryse

Maryse stretched as she walked to her locker from her pre-cal class. She was excited for drama and was fixing her ponytail. She put her hair higher on her head as she walked. She thought for a second. She knew whatever she wanted to watch later that night was being recorded. She saw Rick's familiar form.
"Hey Rick." Maryse said.
"Hey Mari, Star invited us over later tonight for the Nelson fight." Rick said.
"Awesome." Maryse said with a smile. Both Rick and Maryse continued to walk toward the drama hall. As they walked in Maryse waved at both Ross and Star.

King double checked his schedule before he entered the classroom. There was a very attractive woman standing by the teachers’ desk where a fat ugly man should have been. This unexpected sight shocked King, and it took a sharp pain in his leg to shake him out of it. King had walked right into a desk, almost knocking it down and tripping in the process. Idiot! King smiled at the pretty lady and he rubbed his upper leg and sat down on the front row, which was rare for him.

“Are you okay?” He woman asked as walked over to an empty desk and picked up a stack of papers and placed them on the teachers' desk.

“I’m fine. It’s just an old war injury.” He told her as he kept his eyes on her.

The woman gave him an odd look and laughed. She was around five and a half feet tall with light auburn hair that was pulled back into a bun; her fair smooth skin seemed to glow against the fluorescent lights. Her eyes were a light hazel, almost green, and she had a gorgeous set of lips. What was an angel doing in a hellhole like this? The classroom slowly began to fill up with other students, but as far as King was concerned; the only people in the room was the teacher and him. He tried not to stare, but her beauty was entrapping.

Angel looked down at her schedule. Photography stood out like a soar thumb and she smiled she loved photography. Pating her bag making sure her camera was inside she headed down the hall and up the stairs. The photography class was on the top floor so they could get beautiful shots of the surrounding area.

Walking in she sat down and pulled out her phone to text Star.

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Star, we need a girls night soon. Also parents out of town for the week, party on firday?

Starlyne saw her two best friends head inside, she was feeling better, her head not rushing. Looking to the floor one more time, then turning her face to Ross. He immediately walked to her and gave her a hug, a small kiss on the cheek and headed out of the small corridor to go the math class room. Ross was interesting, ever since 9th grade they were close, so close most thought they were together, and others thought that the two are f@ck buddies, but they didn't care. They went with it, it was like playing an act for the whole school. The only time they actually kissed was Starlyne's first "Back to school" homecoming party that she held at her house. They made out for the first time, and they knew they were just going to be friends.

She placed a soft hand on the handle of the Drama door. "MAIL MAFAKA" her phone went off, over and over. She reached for it, open up the keyboard and read the text from Angel then began typing:

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This Friday is the annual Homecoming party at my house!

Angel could be a space head at time, it was kind of cute. Starlyne flopped the phone close and slid it into her back pocket.

Rick and Mar were inside, talking about the game. She ran towards them and put her arms around the two of them landing a kiss on their cheeks and laughing as she did. "Hey babes" she said in a fake flirtatious voice. She grabbed onto their hands and pulled them to sit down at the chairs them on either side of her. She leaned her head on Mar and smiled at Rick.

This was normal behavior for this girl, Starlyne liked to surprise people. but hated to be surprised. She was outgoing and did what she wanted, regardless of the "status quo".

Angel opened her phone and shrugeed

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Oh I totally forgot not that it matters, but Saturday I am deffinatly having a party, next Saturday anyway, parents are headed to France for dads convention or something, I cant wait, but Im going to be late Friday night, I have a photoshoot.

Angel was relatively busy with her modeling and photography carreer, and she flipped open a magazine going through new poses she would try.

Mrs. Lynch talked to them about getting a camera, and camera bag and everything else they would need, Angel already had all of this and she just tuned the class out.

"Hey so how was your summer?" Maryse asked. It felt good to be back with people she knew. Then again she had felt at home back home to but this was a different atmosphere for her then what she was used to. She had also managed to get a slight tan because she had been outside so much. Being home always ment a lot of work but Maryse never complained especially since they were always watching their hometown hero work to win.

Rick was smiling but for the moment it was a facade because he was still tired to no extent. He was also trying to figure out why they had spent so long over there.
"Looks like he's in one of his out of character days." Maryse said. He sent her a pointed glare but shook his head.
"Trust me I'll be better tomorrow promise." Rick said. Maryse rolled her eyes at him but then got a good look at his shirt. She smiled because she figured he wouldn't be wearing it. Shows her what she knew.

King sighed as he watched his hot history teacher talk about something with another student. He was sure it was important, but he wasn't paying attention to what was being said. The class was almost full and the bell was about to ring. Class would be starting soon. I bet you she drinks wine. King thought to himself. He was lost now; wonder around in that wonderful imagination of his. It wasn’t until the ringing of the bell snapped him out of his daydream that he remembered where he was: school. King shook his head in disappointment as he waited for his classmates to settle down; the teacher was about the talk.

}} No onez be in my class :(... {{

{}I can come see you after lol{}

Starlyne was watching the door open and close, all the seniors she knew were walking in, most giving her a beaming and welcoming smile, others rolling their eyes. The ones that were rolling their eyes were "the undertones" as the "popular" gives called them. Undertones were just a small group of girls who were uncomfortable in their own skin, they hated the "popular" girls for being able to do, say, be whatever they wanted to and still get accepted by all.

Those kind of hateful girls, where Maryse's and Stars greatest entertainment in the classes they shared, which weren't many because Star was only a junior. Getting into this Drama class was easy enough...

Flashback, last September;
"Mr.Boiman, come on! I already did my grade 12 chemistry this year, theres a whole open spot for another class!"
"I can't justify it Ms. Fair, You can't always get what you want"
She let out a groan. "Fine, you know that art class you wanted me to take?"
"Yes, I'm sure you'd excell at it, I don't understand why you stopped with Visual Arts in your freshman year"
"because it was boring as hell" she thought to herself, but knew better than to say in front of her guidance councilor.
"I'll take the Visual Arts, grade twelve if you let me in drama"
"Very well..." He didn't sound to happy, but he knew that one way or another, she was going to play him into giving her the course.

She sat back in her chair, answering Maryse's question. Letting out a small sigh, "My dad wants me to 'get a feel for the company' I've been traveling all over the f*cking country to meet some suits. It was so FUN. Urg, you should have seen it, these guys are MARRIED, and they were hitting on me... so gross... and then when my fathers newest new apprentice, god hes hot... as soon as dad notices me glancing at him, he sends me away, wanted to murder the man..."

The conversation drifted onwards, then we both seemed to be looking at Rick who's fallen quite silent. "Looks like hes in one of his out of character days" Maryse said to Starlyne, mostly attempting to get his attention. "You know just as well as I do how he gets after a trip, and then when I text him reminding to telling him to be nice to Angel, you know her Mar. Well she was flirting with him, if you will. He replied with "I'm always nice" Starlyne laughed at this looking to Rick for a moment, then looking around the room once more.

"Oh I pity you." Maryse said.
"Rick has his days where he is nice but after long plane trips you have a point." Maryse said. Rick glared at Maryse. He then shook his head.
"So do you know what we're practicing?" Rick asked. Maryse was trying to decide if she should fire a comment back at him or not.

Rick looked at Maryse and almost read her mind. Rick was tempted to throw a book at her but decided he didn't want to throw the book at her because he liked his book.
"So were you nice?" Maryse asked.
"Define nice." Rick said. Maryse sighed and shook her head at him.
"So you're party still on?" Maryse asked.

These two, were like this ever since she can remember. Like an old married couple, always spitting fire back and forth. It was amusing to watch. Star looked to Maryse, "Never been off love" she said to her then looked at Rick, and hit the back of his head.

"You better have been NICE to Angel" she said with an evil grin. Starlyne laughed to herself, and then looked around to see what was going on. Two senior boys where in the middle of the circle twirling like ballerinas', they were probably late. Thats usually what happens to the boys that are late to Mr. Grahams class.

Mr. Graham is pretty old, probably mid-fifties, and gay. He wears amazing colored sneakers, with nice shirts to match those shoes. He talks in a deep sophisticated voice, and doesn't take bullshit from anyone.

After the boys went back to their seats, the began instructing us on our next activity. "Alright shit heads, get into groups of three." The class made slight nods around, Starlyne gave Mar and Rick a smile and then turned back to the front of the badly lit room. "Turn around face the stage and we can begin our improvisation exercises, MOVE IT MR. ATKINS, LAZY SHIT" Mr. Graham liked to bully his students, found it amusing. He didn't care about swearing, found it "stupid to limit oneself to a certain way of expressing themselves just because it wasn't acceptable" as he told her one day.

Starlyne and the rest of the class moved themselves to face the stage, which was really just a 4meter long platform in front of the class. And watched as Mr. Graham moved to the front, "Atkin, bring you worthless group up to the front" Anthony Atkin and Elizabeth Richards, an undertone, as well as Nicolas Curr, followed the boy. Nicolas was in her grade since ever, and he was quiet, smart kid, she talked to him at times, but he was pretty awkward.

The three sat in the three chairs Mr. Graham had set up. "Sit your bums down, and someone is going to get a "remote", they will pick a channel, 1, 2 or 3" with each number he pointed to Anthony, then Elizabeth, then Nicolas. "When they say your number, you have to act out a random television show. You can't hesitate, or think about it once your number is said, so use that head of yours.. or try.." Mr. Graham walked off the stage and to the back of the room to sit at the small desk.

"Starlyne, remote is all yours hun" She smiled to herself and said "Thanks graham," holding a pretend remote she pointed it at the three chairs, and just for one, said "two" smiling to the undertone. Elizabeth grumbled and began to stutter but eventually came up with the wheel of fortune. She started turning a big imaginary wheel and yelling out numbers. "Damn this is boring, THREE" she changed the channel and realized the evil glance she was getting from the Undertone. Nicolas was already thinking of one, he surprisingly grabbed onto Elizabeth and slammed her to the ground, her chair went flying. "ONE, TWO THREE," he slammed the floor with his other hand as she struggled under his grasp. The class was laughing loudly, as well as Starlyne. He then proceeded, "LIGHT-WEIGHT CHAMPION, GABRIEL CAMPILLO!" Starlyne laughed at this, then a few moments later Mr Graham stopped cracking up. "Alright Mr. Curr, thats enough." Nicolas sat down, and the class continued, "Menkar, the remote is yours now, Starlyne is being too violent with her channel choosing"

Skylar was relieved when the bell ending class rang. She was out of the room just as quick as everybody else. Slowly, and lazily, she trudged to he locker and entered in the combo, letting out a loud sigh as it didn't open. "Come on....please!" She screamed inside her head. She tried entering it in again, and this time it worked. Smiling in relief, she threw her history binders, and book, in there, taking out her English. She was stopped in the hall, though, by her ex-boyfriend. "Hey, can I talk to you?" Bradley asked Skylar, holding her arm and pulling hr towards him.

"What?" She asked, a little annoyed as her deep brown eyes scanned his face. "I just wanted to talk to you. I've missed you so much, Sky. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me...please?" Bradley begged, his crystal-blue eyes shining with wetness, most likely tears. Skylar just rolled her eyes. "No, Brad. You cheated on me with Sarah, my cousin, and she used to be my best friend. Just because I wouldn't...wouldn't have sex with you, you went to my cousin." Skylar said, twisting her arm out of his grip. "Skylar...you're everything to me, please?" He begged. Several thoughts whirred in Skylar's head, then she blurted something out. "I can't..anyway. I'm already with somebody else." She said, and then turned, heading to her English class.

Once in the classroom, she sat down in the middle, the same thoughts from her encounter with Bradley stayed stuck in her head, and not matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get them out. But they weren't thought of Bradley...they were thoughts of Jake.

King listened intently as his history teacher introduced her to the class. Mrs. Romero. Damn, she was married. All King’s hopes and dreams were crushed. Still though, having a hot teacher was going to make this semester a little bit more bearable. When the teacher asked for a volunteer to pass the syllabus around, King stood out and took the papers from her hand; ignoring all the chumps who raised their hand.

“My my, aren’t we eager to start the class?” Mrs. Romero said in a humored voice as she watched her student take the papers. “Well Syllabuses have a lot of important information on them.” King responded. Syllabuses? Was that even a word? King decided it would be best if he not talk for a while as he passed out the papers.

Maryse was a little scared. She wanted to be home and even though her home was here it wasn't the home she grew up in but she loved it here. Actually she wanted to be home in Middletown watching reruns of last years season. She looked from Star to the teacher and then to Rick.

Rick laughed at the look on Maryse's face. It was one of those holy crap looks. Rick was shaking his head.
"You can't go home because it's no fun without you here." Rick said as if he could read Maryse's thoughts. Maryse sent him a glare and then crossed her arms over her chest.

Starlyne turned to Mar for a second then realized Mr. Graham was talking to her and the rest of the class was around the large room hanging out. He was snapping in front of her face now. "HEY, TWINKLE! WAKE UP PRINCESS!!" She shook her head in slight surprise and then went on "What?" she asked him casually. "Take this to the new teacher upstairs, the one all the other teachers are drueling over.." he let off a laugh then continued "and grab some of the gladiator equipment from the back room of the classroom" she gave her the note, and walked off. "Sir yes sir.." she said in a sarcastic voice.

Starlyne peaced to Rick and Mar and walk out of the dark room, down the small corridor and towards the nearest stairwell. The walls were pretty empty except the odd kid walking up and down the halls with boredom. She turned up the stairwell and walked up the wide stairwell. Once she reached the upper platform, pulled open the disgusting yellow door and walked through it.

She made her way down the hallway and towards the history room. Most of the history teachers, well no, all of the history teachers had their doors and rooms covered in rock posters. Ms. Retros even had her room painted black and had someone paint a mural of Eddie on it, from Iron Maiden. It was pretty cool.

This teacher apparently, was not going to fit in with the history department. She was wearing an orange v-neck t shirt, with this brown, orange and tan polka-dot skirt that went just past her knees. Starlyne knocked once on the door and walked into the classroom. She put the note on the teachers desk, and walked to the back of the room. "Excuse me?" oh here we go, Starlyne thought. She grabbed two gladiator swords and plastic armor. "What are you doing in my office?" Starlyne looked around the 'office' and saw nothing but a purse, coat and papers. "This is your office?" Starlyne walked out with the stuff.

The teacher grabbed onto the note and read it.

Graham Stationary wrote: Hey newbie, the girl standing in your classroom is Starlyne Fair, we, 'the teachers' are trying to teach you to loosen up!P.S. she probably knows more than you do about your own subject. - Mr. H. Graham

This was true, this teacher didn't even have her bachelors in history, she was just a teacher straight of the teachers college. Starlyne noticed this by the "inspirational" posters around the class.

"Home is where the heart is." Maryse said. Maryse had a smile on her face as she thought of home. Then again she had always loved her home and it meant something to her. Of course somethings about it weren't that great but overall Middletown was a great town that she loved with all her heart.
"I'm horrified at this whole remote thing." Maryse said as she leaned against Rick. Rick looked at her and shook his head.
"It's not that scary." Rick said. He smiled as he thought of something.
"You'd be happier if you were sitting in one of those chairs." Rick said.

Maryse looked at him.
"Why do you say that?" Maryse asked.
"Because when you get picked you'd probably do something about Nascar or UFC." Rick said as he put an arm around Maryse's shoulders.
"Will not." Maryse muttered. Rick thought about arguing but decided against it. Sometimes it wasn't fun to argue with Maryse so he just let he win and not aggravate her.
"So why were you late this morning?" Rick asked.
"My alarm didn't go off and no one woke me up because Uncle Bret showed up." Maryse said.