~~Echo~~
Echo Sat up in his bed and let out a small groan, these beds were horrible and hard like rocks. He stood up from the bed and streached his back, a few popping noises erupting from his totured spine. He walked in to the bath room closet to his room and stripped him self of his clothes. he turned on the water and realized the hot water was broke. He sighed and stepped into the cold water, goose bumps covering his body quickly.

After washing his hair and body he quickly jumped out of the shower and dried him self off. He wrappedd the towel around his waist and walked back to his room pulling out his outfit. He pulled out a bright pink v-neck shirt that had a rainbow on it and said 'Skittles' in black letters. he also pulled his black skinny jeans. he got dressed and then slid on his black high tops with different colored laces. one a bright yellow the other a bright purple. He grabbed his blue and grey jacket and is messenger bag and quickly ran out of the orphanage and to the school.

~~Alexander~~
Alex stood in his shower rubbing his shampoo in to his white hair lightly. he washed it out and strode out of the shower, drying off and walking into his bed room. He threw on a black v-neck and a pair off purple skinny jeans and some high tops. he grabbed his jacket and bag and walked out of his house. " bye ma, Bye Dad!'' he said before walking out.

~*Savannah*~

Savannah had been playing on the piano in the auditorium since 7am that morning. Her mom had left early for work, something about a board room meeting to attend and she had the choice to either hitch a ride with her or walk to school. Since she lived quite a bit a way, she chose to ride with her Mom.

She sat on the bench, dressed in a thin ivory hoodie thrown over a lavender camisole and a pair of tattered blue jeans, playing 'Santa Monica' by Theory of a Deadman before switching over to something more upbeat to wake herself up. She transitioned into 'F*ck you" by Cee-lo, laughing to herself a bit as she sang along with her music, acting like an idiot since no one was there to see her doing so.



~*Kacie*~


Waking exactly 1 hour and 45 minutes before she had to leave, Kacie Marie went through her normal morning routine. Sleep was a necessity but so was looking good so if she had to sacrifice a bit of her beauty rest to look damn good at school, it was a sacrifice she was willing to make. Shower first, then hair, then makeup all accompanied by the radio- a top 40's station. As a song came on that she knew, she used her hairbrush as a microphone and began dancing around her massive bedroom.

Coming from a life of quiet comfort, Kacie's bedroom was the size of most people's parent's bedrooms with a walk-in closet and her own bathroom. Her dad was a Doctor and her mom a Lawyer so she could ask for pretty much anything she wanted and what they wouldn't buy her she could buy with her slim savings that she had earned working at the local ice cream shop. One of those such luxuries was a beautful black and red pinstriped tennis-style skirt which she was wearing today along with a button-up shirt. Slightly preppy but she looked like a school girl and she knew that was a frequent fantasy of most boys. As she adjusted her look one last time and slid on her aviator sunglasses, she blew a kiss to herself in the vanity mirror and dashed downstairs.

"Bye Mom! Bye Dad!" She called out in a sing-song tone before blasting through the front door and hopping into the front seat of her cherry red convertible. She still had a bit of homework to do before her first class and if she rushed, she might just be able to make it to school in time to finish it.

*~Jennifer~*


Jennifer slowly slid out of her bed and yawned loudly. 5:57 AM, read the clock, she had more then enough time to get ready. She stretched and looked at herself in the mirror, she scratched side and rubbed her eyes. Walking into the bathroom she took off her pajamas and turned on the shower head. After a minute of waiting she lept into the shower and began her day. When she was done washing herself, she dried her hair,put on her cloths and walked into the living room, "Good morning, Jen." said her brother, Matthew. "Oh good morning." she got a poptart out from the cabinet and started eating it. "57 degrees? Man, its not that cold," she said with her mouth half full, "I mean really."Looking over at the time, she was going to be late is she didn't hurry. She stuffed the other poptart in her pocket with the foil around, threw on her silver jacket, found her yellow backpack and threw it over her shoulder. "I might as well start going, later, Matt", "Bye Jen". She opened the front doos and stood outside, looked up at the sunrise, and started on her way.

Blue woke groggily when she landed on the ground with a hard thump. "Shit" was all she said and stood up and walked to the bathroom and let the showers hot water beat into her skin. with quick motions she washed her amber hair and came out smelling like roses, she stepped into her room and walked to her crammed closet. After finding a gray tank top and a pair of semi tight bleached black jeans she got dressed and blow dried her hair, she added the bare minimum eyeliner and mascara then tied on her bulky "skater" shoes. She tiptoed down the steps of her house and grabbed a couple of pieces of toast and then picked up the dark purple canvas bag from the ground and stuffed her notebook in it while walking outside,decideing to walk the block an a half to school.

-I can’t take it, take it, take no more-
-Never felt like, felt like this before-
-Come on get me, get me on the floor-
-DJ what you, what you waiting for?-

Zane tapped his foot to the beat of the music blaring on his iPod, a lazy grin on his face. He have been more of night owl than a morning person, but he really did enjoy the bus ride to school. It was just a nice little reprieve between his less-than-wonderful home life and the hell he so loosely called high school. A time where he could be alone with his thoughts and his music. What could possibly be bad about it?

"Heads up, queer!"

...Well, except for that. The junior yelped as he got hit in the head with a basketball, of all things. Rubbing the back of his head, he glanced over his shoulder at the assailants, more annoyed than anything else. After two years, he'd gotten used to the various forms of bullying that the in-crowd had to offer. In fact, by now, it'd just gotten old. Really, get some new material, at least.

Rolling his eyes, Zane just cranked up his music and closed his eyes, smile returning as he drowned out the rest of the world. Bullies thrived off of attention; the best way to get on their nerves was to act like he didn't care. Besides, if they tried the same stunt twice, the bus driver was bound to say something, so he was safe for now. That was better than nothing, right?

The ride ended too soon, in Zane's opinion; before he could even get a third song in, they'd stopped in front of Samston High. The purple-haired boy waited until everyone else had gotten off before exiting himself. Less chance of getting shoved off the bus that way. As usual, it seemed more people were walking to school than taking the bus. Zane didn't have that option, seeing as lived almost an hour away. That also meant he had to get up earlier than most in the morning, which was why he felt kinda dead on his feet. Good thing he always kept a can or two of Monster in his locker. With his head held high and his trademark smirk, the junior exited the bus and sauntered toward the front doors.

Another day at school, thought Lizzie as the motorbike pulled up at the front of the school. Her parents hadn't approved of that one. Lizzie liked to make an entrance every morning, and since coming out, she'd made a lot of new friends. This one was male and had agreed to collect her from the end of the street. She already had on her little leather jacket, which she removed once she'd arrived. Today's outfit to make them stare, and to really annoy the cheerleaders, was a black cheerleader outfit, complete with chunky chains, several ripps through the top layer of the top, revealing a bright pink top underneath.
Of course, under it all Elizabeth was a terrified school girl, who everyday worried what she was doing, but what everyone saw was a confident mask. She'd stood up to the cheerleaders last year. This year, well, she was just trying to prove a point. When they backed off, she would stop flaunting herself.
She smiled at a couple of the guys, getting a few wolf whistles. Even though they all knew she wasn't interested, they could still appreciate an appealing outfit.
"Careful boys," she said, once she was a good few steps away, twirling and giving them a smile. "Or I might just steal your girlfriends."
She laughed as she threw open the doors, as the boys gave several hoots. Every all-American teenage boys fantasy.
Heading to her locker, she hit it and stood back to allow another blow-up doll to fall from her locker. Picking it up, she could feel the girl underneath getting upset, but outside she was on a role. Her audience turned to see her reaction. If you weren't a cheerleader or a jock, you could still appreciate their humour. It was that or be treated like this.
"Slutty Miss Sandy?" she announced, theatrically turning it this way and that. "But I already have this one!"
She stamped her foot, pretending to have a small hissy fit.
"I need Real-Feel Fiona and Busty Becky to complete my set," she said, pouting, before putting the doll under her arm, closing her locker and heading to homeroom with Sandy. She could sit in the seat next to her. At least she'd have someone to eat lunch with. For all her bravado, all the others like her seemed to keep their distance, probably because she was too over the top and they wanted to keep their distance.
If there was the perfect music for this moment, she thought, her huge chunky boots letting her strut past the students, Roxette, She's Got The Look would be it.

Britney~

Britney strangly felt too far into the deep end here but she smiled anyhow as she looked around the empty house and sighed, "Mum... Whats for... breakfast?" She whispered to herself but she knew it was no use. She sighed grabbing her bag and deciding today she just wouldn't eat unless it was prepared by one of her so-called parents. She wasn't going to walk to school. No way... No way was she getting on the bus either so she smiled with relief when Eddie pulled up and shook his head at her disapprovingly. "What now Eddie? We're going to be late..." Chucking her bag carelessly into the drivers seat of the convertable she slid in. The roff was always down. Even in the rain.

Eddie~

He looked at Britney and smiled but realised she'd put her hair up in a ponytail and it made him wonder why she was looking so down. They hadn't been friends since kids for notiong you know.
"What now Eddie? We're going to be late..."
As she climbed in he took the band out her hair and tucked it behind her ear. "Much Better Bee" It was her nickname from years ago and she still blushed at it hitting him back playfully. She asked for him to get a move on and he pressed the peddle down and laughed.

When they got to the gate Britney jumped out and dashed off turning and waving at him. He felt sorry for the kid. He really did but they both had lives here that he had to get on with. He knew Brit would wait for Kacie and now he stood in the corridors alone waiting for one of his mates to drop by and pick him up.

Britney~

She sat at a bench reading. Her eyes ran line after line and she smiled at the familer text. She loved this book and the sun was perfect today. When Kacie turned up she'd hide it or pretend she was fail Lit and had to study a little. Lying wasn't too hard was it? I mean everyone believes that her mum and dad are always around and she's never had a friend over. So... It should be easy enough. It was difficult to part of this group but she wanted to be popular sooo badly. She'd do anything to stay in Kacies good books.

Dylan groaned. His stupid alarm clock was beeping again, and it tended to wake him up at the oddest of times. Today it decided to wake him up at 5:03 a.m., so he just slowly got up out of bed, showered, and dressed. Today he puts on a pair of old jeans, a maroon t-shirt, and his trademark black leather jacket.

When he was done, it was only 5:56, almost 6, and he normally walked to school because he was so close. No one was up yet, and he didn't feel like talking to any of them this morning. So he grabs his iPod and heads out to school, listening to Skillet, one of his favorite bands.

Avery Jacobs sat up in his room, looking around it with dreary eyes. It was when those dreary eye hit the alarm clock that he finally noticed what time it was and that he should be moving. He jumped up, grabbing his clothes and taking a shower. Once out he dressed and dried his hair, forgetting to style it so it looked a little wild. He ran down stairs, grabbing toast and a bagel from the table, shouting a thanks as he ran out to the garage and snatched his bike. He stuffed the bagel and toast in his mouth as he rode to school. He didn't live to far away so the ride didn't take long.

Once at school, his hair looked even wilder from the ride there. He tried his best to smooth it down and make it look a little decent, but it had a mind of its own today. He sighed and headed for his locker, only to see Eddie waiting in the hall for his stupid friends by it. He cursed under his breath, wishing there was some way for him to get to his locker without the guy noticing he was there. He could just walk up and get his stuff, ignoring that he was there, but once his friends arrived they would start picking on him.

"I guess I'll just forget my book for biology and then get my stuff when first lets out." He said to himself. Now that a trip to his locker was out, he suddenly had more time on his hands and he was lost at what to do. Maybe he would go to the lunchroom and grab some more breakfast. Toast and a bagel just wasn't that filling.

Lizzie grinned as she placed "Sandy" into the seat next to her. Those who hadn't seen her at her locker, looked puzzled as the life-size doll was placed there.
Home room was what Lizzie would have called A Tutor Group, and she marvelled at how everything was similar here but different. She smirked and went into her desk, finding 2 copies of Jugs and and a Playboy.
Internally she sighed, but outside she grinned, taking them out and looked at where the sniggering came from.
"Hey guys?" she called sweetly, making them turn to her. "Can you at least give me the new additions? These are last month."
"Sorry Liz," said one, swaggering over and taking them from her. "Who's your friend?"
She grinned as he eyed up the doll. Markus (ooc: NPC Jock) hadn't been in the hall. It wasn't his kind of thing anyway.
"You want her?" she said, looking from Sandy to him. "It'll cost you."
"What?" he said, leaning forward.
"You heard me," she said, settling back in her seat. "I want you to find out who put her in my locker. Then she's all yours."
He looked from her to the doll. "You serious?"
"I doubt your girlfriend would approve," she said with a grin, "but yes. Very serious. I'll have her deflated and folded neat in your locker by the end of the day.
He thought about it for a second and nodded.
"By the way," she said, leaning forward, "why do you want her?"
"Party at Siobans at the end of the week. Pool party. You coming?"
"You inviting me?" she said, raising an eyebrows.
"Only if you bring another girl and give us a floor show," he said with a grin. "Seriously, are you coming?"
"Maybe," she said, taking out a rather battered copy of Discworld. "I might have plans. But I might be having my own soon, if you fancy it."
"Let me know when," he said, before hurrying back to his seat.

~*Kacie Marie*~

Kacie pulled her convertible into the very first parking spot across the road from the school’s entrance. No one else ever parked there. As head cheerleader it was an unspoken fact that the spot was hers and hers alone. Grabbing her purse from the passenger seat, she checked her reflection one last time in the rearview mirror before getting out, slamming the door shut behind her. As she strutted across the road and onto the school yard, she saw Britney sitting on a bench reading a thick book intently.

“What in the hell are you doing, Brit?” She asked in a sharp tone as she came to stand in front of her, resting all of her weight on one leg as she folded her arms beneath her breasts.

While waiting for Britney’s answer, Dave (NPC Jock) caught his hand on her waist and came over to stand beside her.

“We still on for later, Kacie?” He asked, then nodded a hello to Britney as well.

Kacie rolled her eyes, flashing a smirk at Britney without even turning to glance at Dave.

“We’ll see….”

Since she left it at that, Dave’s smile fell a bit but he nodded. “Catch you in class then….” As he walked off to the entrance.



~*Savannah*~

Savannah had been so caught up in playing on the piano that she hadn’t realized that it was getting close to the start of classes. Scrambling, she gathered her books, shoving them in her messenger bag and running out of the auditorium, almost slamming into Eddie as she rounded a sharp turn into the hallway.

“Sor…” she paused, blushing profusely as she realized who she had bumped into, “Sorry!” She called out, not waiting for a response as she rushed off to home room. One of the girls was seated next to a blow-up doll and chatting with the guys in the back of the room, causing her brow to raise slightly.

What in the world… she thought to herself as she slipped into one of the seats in the middle of the room, tucking a long strand of hair behind her ear.

*~Jennifer~*

As Jennifer walked into the school parking lot, she noticed how kids were spread out talking to each other. Since there wwas no one she needed to talk with, she walked on into the school. As she walked into her first period class, she took a seat behind some kids who were having a conversation about a pool party. She didn't really mind, she knew no one really invited her to things. Looking up at the ceiling, she noticed the time, all most 8. Good, she hated waiting for things. She cracked open her bag, and took out her sketchbook again began doodling. She looking up at the girl in front of her, who had a doll next to her, her outfit was interesting. She started sketching some girl in an outfit similar to it. She smiled as she put the finishing touches to it. Her drawing skills were getting better and better, she was sure her friend would be happy for her, if she lived here. Her best friend moved away along time ago, because her father got a better job some where else, leaving only for her and Jennifer to communicate though phone and mail. Stupid adults. Don't they know not to move? Ever?

Blue arrived at school and decided to go to her locker wondering where Echo was, When she approached it she noticed someone leaning on it. She stared at the boy and ran a hand through her amber colored hair letting her bright green eyes dance over him, taking in the confident aura that surrounded him. "Hey pretty boy" she said trying to catch his attention as she stepped closer so she could get to her locker when he moved, "Your leaning on my locker" she said slightly snotty but mostly just demanding, her musical voice called attention to it from those around. With a relaxed movement she looked up to him from her delicate height of 5'1, her eyes narrowed in slight amusement.

Echo slipped in some head phones and sighed as he walked over the dirty side walks. He passed everyone knowing they could hear his music blaring loudly through his head phones. He was just content in watching his feet move over the stained cement. He looked over at a group of kids from his school at a local coffee shop.'' Hey little fairy have fun sucking your lover off last night?'' one of the guys called to him. '' I had as much fun as your dad did!'' Echo called back snarling before walking off towards the high school.

He sighed wrapping his head phones aroung his mp3 player as he hopped up the steps of the school. he opened the front door and walked in looking around. He walked down the hall slowly as he saw Eddie and Blue near his locker. Echo had always found it convinent that his locker was so close to his friend's, but that was where Eddie always seemed to be. He walked over to his locker and pulled out his things for his first class.'' Hey Blue.'' He said closing his locker.

After getting his locker open, Zane chugged down a few gulps of his sugar-filled energy drink, sighing blissfully as the caffeine buzz started. In no time, he'd be back to his chipper, optimistic self rather than the lethargic mess he was at the moment. Not that most people would ever consider him lethargic at any time; the junior was pretty much adrenaline personified, even at his lowest points. It was just one of the many traits that made him Zane.

Humming to himself cheerfully, the purple-haired teen glanced around, his gaze falling on a trio down the hall a ways. He recognized one of them from choir, the cute little freshman boy. Wasn't his name Echo? The junior smiled. It was a cool name; he thought it suit the kid well. Then there was the girl, Blue, pretty much the definition of tomboy. She was alright, too; she had a style all her own, and he respected that. Then there was the last one, a guy in his own grade. Eddie. Him, Zane didn't like too much. He was kind of a douche, in his opinion. Not that he'd ever say it, though. He preferred to leave insults and put downs to the jocks; after all, they did it so well, and he'd hate to steal their thunder.

Grabbing his books and stuffing them into his neon orange backpack (it complimented his hair), the junior sauntered into a classroom. Even though it wasn't the one he needed to be going to. There were still a few minutes before class, and he wanted to chat with Lizzie a little. If he liked girls that way, Zane figured he'd be head over heels with that chick. Grinning widely, he walked up behind her and placed his hands on the back of her chair. "Gooooood morning, Lizzie!" It was only then he noticed the inflatable doll next to her. "...Who's your friend?"

Bueard finally decieded that he couldn't understand Americans. In his opinion, they were a bit flashy, as he calls it. And a bit, eh, unorganized, you could say. Also, he felt out of the place, like someone had just thrown him in the building and expected him to live through such a ordeal, which was unlikely. His mother told him that Americans and British people were very much alike, other than the accents and that they live across the ocean, but she felt that was beside the point (which Bueard disagreed strongly, but kept his mouth sealed). Americans are disfunctional, he told himself, bonkers as well! They don't even like tea! Tea I say! He shuddered, who in the world could not love tea? Well, other than the Americans, of course...
"Well now, let's not get so riled up about such things as mere tea," he grumbled, rage still bubbling in his veins. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a congragation of students. Since he didn't know anything about America, execpt when they split from their mother land, of course... He felt like he should watch them. Bueard wasn't the kind of person that could walk up and try to make friends... In fact, he would be the opposite, if that's possible. His camoflage ploy was rather stupid, actually, it was more 'stare at them as much as you can while you are bombarded by tea hatred.'

Avery headed for the cafeteria, grabbing a pop tart and some milk. He ate the food on his way to Biology, throwing the stuff away at a trash can before he entered the room. He didn't really have biology, but being a senior he took a class that made him like a teacher's helper. He only went there to help the teacher out. As soon as he walked in, the teacher gave him some papers to copy. The teacher didn't always have something for him to do, so sometimes he ended up cracking open his biology book and re-learning the material to pass the time. Thank god he didn't need it today, considering he left it in his locker to stay away from a meeting with Eddie. He took the papers and walked off to the teacher's lounge, laying the stack by the copy machine and getting to work.

Lizzie gave him her best grin, looking up.
"Hello gorgeous," she said, then pulled a face. "I seriously am thinking of a new colour. Your hair is stunning!"
She laughed as he mentioned the doll. Around Zane, Lizzie could be honest. He was such a doll. And gay, damn it.
"She was in my locker this morning," she said, guesturing for him to take the seat the other side of her. "Isn't she cute? I think I am going to steal a cheerleaders outfit for her. I think she'd settle right in, don't you? Zane, Slutty Miss Sandy, Sandy, the ever so fabulous Zane."
She grinned confidently, in case anyone was listening, then lowered her voice so she could speak privately.
"Stuffed in my locker," she said in a more serious tone. "And porn in my desk. Seriously."
She rolled her eyes, raising her voice again. Lowered voices attracted too much attention.
"Like the outfit?" she said, gesturing to her black cheerleader outfit with the slashes. Some of the jocks wolf-whistled and she laughed, giving them a cute grin and then rolling her eyes at Zane once her back was turned again.
"How was your morning?" she asked, lowering her voice again as she sat, turning her back on the doll and leaning in a little.

Zane laughed. "Aw, you're making me blush. Might I suggest a nice blood red? I feel like it'd suit you perfectly." The junior plopped into the seat next to "Sandy," grabbing the doll's rubber hand and shaking it. "Nice to meet you, Sandy!" Out of the corner of his eye, Zane noticed a guy staring at him like he was out of his mind. He didn't mind though; a flirtatious grin and a wink had the dork blushing and looking away as quickly as humanly possible. Oh, how he loved messing with straight dudes.

The purple-haired teen sighed as his friend explained the situation. It seemed as though the jocks' pranks were getting more and more juvenile by the day. At least the sophomore girl was dealing with it gracefully, as per usual. He respected her all the more for that. "Do I need to go smack a bitch? You know I will." Actually, he wouldn't. He'd just go make them severely uncomfortable about their sexualities. It was a gift.

He whistled appreciatively as Lizzie modeled today's outfit. You just had to love Lizzie's style; it was more than just a look, it was a statement against social norms. Plus it just fit her so well. "Very nice! I would love to see Kacie's face when she sees that." God, he really didn't like that girl. She put the Queen Bee in bee-otch. Zane leaned back in his seat, arms crossed behind his head. "Eh, same old, same old. Got hit in the head with a basketball. Hopefully I didn't lose any necessary brain cells."

Unfortunately, he couldn't hang around long. The first bell rang, telling everyone they had three minutes to get their butts to class. "Well, back to the daily grind. Later, hon!" Slipping on his headphones, he sauntered out of the room to the rhythm of the music. And promptly ran inti someone as soon as he entered the hallway, bringing both of them to the ground. Note to self: avoid walking with your eyes closed. "Sorry! Sorry, I didn't--" Zane blinked as he looked up into a pair of blue eyes that he wasn't familiar with. And it wasn't so bad that he was kinda cute. "Um...hi."

Eddie~
One of the girls bashed into him and was immediatly apologizing. Wait isnt that Savannah? He shook it off. "No problemo" He didn't mind it so uch as he was too far off in his own world to care who was who. He was half tempted to skip a couple of hours and catch up on some sleep. Streacthing he wondered where to start and slumped agaisnt his locker agauin closing his eyes.

Britney~
She'd been so caught up in her book she didn't hear Kacie come and sit at the bench she jumped out her skn and was ready to explain when Dave had walked over and started to hit on Kacie.
"We all know he's after you Kace." She muttered then chucked the book in her bag. "Im.. Behind in english... And... You know. My mums real strict on it." She rolled her eyes at this and smiled. "So... What have you got today?" She smiled her usual innocent smile and tucked her hair behind her ear lazily keeping her hair the way Eddie had altered it this morning. "Nice ride in?"

When Dylan arrived at school, the first thing he did was head for his locker. Why, he didn't know, did he go to his locker first thing in the morning when he has Pre AP Art. It's not like he needed a book or anything, just his sketchbook, which he always kept with him. He guess he just went there because everyone else does the same thing in the morning. Why, he didn't know either.

When he gets to his locker, he quickly opens it and checks his stuff, making sure that everything was in place. Then he shuts it, not too loudly. He hated having attention drawn to him. It always freaked him out.

There was some time before the bell rang, but Dylan thought it would be best if he just went to his art class. No hassle there. He kept walking, trying to avoid eye contact. It wasn't like anyone had a reason to look at him. He's just some random face in the crowded hallways.

Bueard was frantic to get away. He was the new kid, and falling on someone the first day you've been in school takes serious skill.
"Ah-h… So sorry, I should of moved," he got up, and shuffled away. Well, the camo-ploy did not work at all, which was predictable. Without any other confrontation, he sped off into the depths of the halls. He didn't really get to see the person he had toppled over, just a few mere glances, that's all. But at this point in time, he had to run off to class, so he must be on with it.
Through the crowds he went, and he could not believe how many Americans asked him about "How'd did you get those coconuts?" Apparently Monty Python is popular here, too.

Oh, God, he had a British accent. To Zane, that was incredibly attractive. Realizing he must've been blushing like crazy by that point, he sat up and rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh, don't worry about it. My fault entirely. I'm-" Before he had a chance to introduce himself, though, the other teen had gotten up and hurried off, leaving him sitting alone in the middle of the hallway. "...talking to myself now, apparently." The purple-haired junior slapped a hand to his forehead. Way to make a first impression, Zane, he scolded himself. The new guy probably thought he was either a complete jerk or a total freak. So much for making him feel welcome.

To add insult to injury, the bell rang seconds later, forcing him to run to his English class. The teacher shot him a sharp glare as he entered the room panting, but otherwise went right back to taking attendance. Mustering a small smile, Zane, trudged over to his chair and flopped into it, taking a few deep breaths to calm his frantic heart rate. What really bugged him was that he couldn't tell if it was from the run to his class or the memory of the new guy he'd unintentionally decked.

Lizzie decided to sit with "Sandy" during Biology. There were enough seats for 4 at her lab table anyway, meaning plenty of room. She would move it, if asked nicely enough, but wasn't overly concerned. Mr Bowler was pretty short sighted and would only see the blurey outline and assume it was a student. She doubted the rest of the faculty would be so blind to her.
"Settle down class," said My Bowler, walking in backwards with a TV screen, making everyone grin. Science video. Great excuse not to pay attention. "Take your seats, if you please."
A couple of last minute stragglers came in, taking seats where they would normally. Lizzie found that her table was occupied by decent enough people most of the time. Anyone else would be frightened off.
However, the seat beside her remained normally empty. Until today....
"Mind if I take this seat?" said someone beside her. Lizzie knew immediately the person would be looking at the doll. What would they think?
Probably that this is the only seat left she thought, reaching out for Sandy and leaning her against the wall.
"All yours," she said, looking to see which unfortunate was seated beside her.