Madison drove her 2010 red Caliber into the student parking lot she had never since it so empty before. She parked her car in the first spot then turned off the engine. She looked at the school building and sighed she understood her having to be at this place Monday through Friday but coming here on an early Saturday morning, this was just plain wrong at this time she should still be in bed. She opened the car door and climbed out she locked it before heading to the main entrance. When she got there the principal was waiting with a clip board. She watched as the principal looked over her list of students she looked up at Madison "Okay and Ms.Jackson is the first to arrive please go to library and I will see you there in a couple of minutes after the students arrive" Madison rolled her eyes out of all the other hundreds of students attending this school she had to be the one to get detention. To here knowledge she hadn't even done anything to get detention but when the principal said you had detention you had detention and unless you wanted to be suspended or expelled you were sure going to show up. Madison walked pass the principal and walked down the hall. Instead of going straight to the library Madison first went to the vending machines to get a snack and a soda. She needed some sugar if she was going to stay awake for detention even thought she mainly planned to sleep the time away. Madison got to bags of Doritos and a vanilla coke cola. Then she sluggish made her way to the library, when she got there she walked over to a table and put down her bag of chips and soda. She took a sit as she thought over what she had done over the pass week to end up with detention, when she couldn't think of anything she started to think about who would also be joining her in detention. She went threw all the clicks in her mind to think of who she would most likely be seeing, the wanna be gangsters for sure she figured then maybe one of the hot jocks from one of the school teams, she crossed her fingers for a football player, she couldn't see any of the nerds or bookworms showing up here and the teachers pets where surely not going to be in detention. The delinquents very likely as well as the stoners. She was now starting to depress herself with the thought of being around so many weridos. She put her head on the desk with a sigh then a loud groan, this was going to be a looong day.

Robin walked around the corner, she was a block from school, a car drove past heading in the same direction, she guessed whoever it was had detetion to, who else would go to school today? She sighed, thinking about who may be there, 'please no jocks, stoners, populars or wannabe gangsters' she thought bitterly, 'I wonder if Mathew would be there' she blushed at the thought. Robin stopped dead in her tracks as a bird landed infront of her, her eye's were wide, her breathing quickened and she backed away, it hopped forward and tilted it's head. "Good birdie, nice birdie, go away birdie," she stated backing away from it still, her voice was quiet and crack slightly in her scentance, as if she hadn't used it in a while. To Robin's horror another bird landed behind her, she turned slowly to see it, 'Why are these things out to get me?' she thought, about to cry, after a moment she quickly crossed the street and continued walking, but at a slightly quicker pace.

After a while she walked threw the front gates of the school and toward the principal, "Ms.Slate?" she asked and Robin nodded, "Good, go to the library and wait there," she stated, Robin quickly walked down the empty hallways, her footsteps echoing loudly, she pushed open the heavey doors to see Madison Jackson, joy. Robin walked past her and sat in her usual chair, she spent all her time in the library during school anyway, so she was quite at home here. She let her mind wonder, she thougth about the test next week, how she'd drop her books and how people would laugh at her, she thought about how much she wanted to punch them all in the face -at that thought a creepy smirk curled her lips- and finally -after about 10 minutes-her mind rested on Mathew Todd, and a light, pink blush dusted her cheeks.

Katrina stared up at the rather large high school building she was used to. She blinked at the sunlight, as she had been up all night walking around. The otaku had barely remembered she had detention today. had she really done anything wrong...? Shaking her head of thoughts, Katrina walked in wearing her Sailor Moon cosplay outfit. The principal stared down at her intimidatingly.
"Ah, I see you've made it Ms.Westwood. Please head towards the library and wait for the others to arrive," she said properly. Others? Katrina wondered how many would be there. She desperately hoped to see Hiroto, but also wished she wouldn't. She didn't want him to be in a lot of trouble.
Continuing into the library, she spotted Robin Slate and Madison Jackson. Ah well, Katrina thought, might as well try to make friends. But won't they ignore me? Forgetting this, she plopped down onto one of the wooden chairs and settled down with her new manga book. She was halfway through her book when she remembered her plan. A non-existent light bulb went off in her head. She silently got up and sat next to Robin, hoping to spread some cheer to her fellow detention-trapped students.
"Hello! Are you Robin?" The anime addict sat hoping for a response.

A dark green car pulled into the school's driveway. A rather short boy stepped out of the vehicle, hauling a black backpack onto his shoulder. The chains at his side belonging to a wallet and, strangely, a pocket watch jingled as got out of the passenger seat. His dark hair looked like it hadn't been touched since he rolled out of bed. Black-brown eyes squinted in the morning light, the sun just high enough to be at about eye level.
Matt felt the concerned look of his mother gazing after him. "Behave yourself, Matt." She warned with worry in her voice. One corner of his lips twitched into a short, crooked smile before he shut the car door and turned towards the school. His Converse high-tops carried him across the pavement, his posture slightly slouching. Matt was not a morning person.

Upon entering the school, the principal met him with clipboard in hand. "Mr. Todd." She didn't have to glance at her clipboard to know who he was. He stared blankly past her down the main hall, but she stepped into his field of vision. "Mr. Todd, wait in the library. I'll be there shortly." Brows furrowing a little, he stepped around her to head down the hall to the library as instructed. Detention wasn't normally in the library.

Walking into the library, he gazed around to check who was there this time... But did not see the faces he expected. Madison, some really rich girl. The really quiet girl that stared at him a lot, he couldn't remember her name. And Katrina, that weird girl who dressed in some crazy outfit every day. He couldn't recall ever seeing any of them in detention before. He, on the other hand, was there frequently. Not even for his occasional breakdowns, since those were excused because of his mental illness, but because of sleeping, skipping class here and there, and, frankly, because some teachers just didn't like him.
Shuffling past the three already here, Matt took a seat at a table away from them all. He set his backpack on the table and folded his arms on it, then resting his head on his arms and attempting to resume sleep.

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Nia drove into the parking lot in a red car. Her car was quite distinct from others, with a fuzzy, rainbow steering wheel and rearview mirror. She got the best spot she could, which was a pretty good one considering how early she was. She hopped out of her car, keys carefully held with her third hand - her mouth - and grabbed her zebra print backpack. Today she had on a turquoise tank top under a fluorescent green hoodie, blue, green, and yellow plaid boxers on as shorts, and glow-in-the-dark Puma shoes. Naturally, on her wrists were colorful bead bracelets and the same sort of necklaces coated her neck and draped down her chest. After getting her bag, she shut the door and removed her keys from her mouth, locking the car and then stuffing her keys in the pocket of her hoodie.

She practically skipped into school. "Good morning, Nia." The principal smiled at her.
"Good morning!" The raver returned as cheerily as she could manage this early. Nia was by all means a night owl.
"Head to the library, I'll see you there once everyone has arrived."
"Kayy!" Nia nodded, scurrying to the library. Weird place for detention, she thought. I guess we're prolly just meeting there. Entering the library, her bright eyes scanned for familiar faces. Madison - she was really rich and tended to flaunt it. Nia frowned on materialism, but Madison could be nice sometimes. Robin - a really quiet girl. Nia had tried to say hi to her once but the conversation didn't last long before awkwardness set in. Hopefully this could be an opportunity to get to know her better. Katrina! Nia talked to Katrina when they had a class together, though they hadn't hung out outside of school much. She loved that Katrina had a different costume on every day - Nia herself cosplayed at anime conventions sometimes. And Matt, that bizarre boy who was kind of cute sometimes, in a puppy sort of way.

Nia drifted over to Katrina, who was trying to talk to Robin. "Good morning Katrina!" She greeted. "Hi, Robin." She said in the hopes of including her in conversation. "So what are you two here for?" She asked. Neither of them seemed the type to get detention. Nia rarely got them; today she was here for blowing bubbles in class, which was a stupid thing to get in trouble for really, but apparently the teacher was concerned someone might have a bubble allergy. Nia had never heard of someone being allergic to bubbles - that would essentially mean they were allergic to soap. It would suck to be allergic to soap.

Kalden James pulled his new black Mercedes Benz into the parking lot of Tigermont High and parked in his usual parking space by the school entrance. Turning the key in the ignotion he reached in the back seat and grabbed his black bookbag. After a moment of making sure that he had everything, including his Steinbeck book he was determined to finish reading, he climbed out of the car and looked out into the quad. His blue eyes squinting from the bright morning sun in his eyes. He wore a simple white t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He never dressed up and he wasn't about to start for a saturday detention. It was quiet in the quad and empty in the parking lot with only a few cars parked here and there. Shaking his head, he began his short trek into the school.

Once inside the school he came across the principal. "Morning there Mr. James. How's the plays coming for next weeks football game?" Was the first thing that came out of the principals mouth. Kalden smirked and shook his head.

"It's going good. Gonna hit them with a few plays they won't expect." Kalden answered as he fixed his backpack and looked at the principal.

"Ah, that's good to hear. Well, head to the library and I'll be with you guys shortly." The principal said as he nodded in the general direction of the library. Kalden nodded his head but didn't say a word as he walked towards the library. This was crap. He didn't even know why he had detention in the first place. He had plays to work on for football but instead he was stuck in some library. Rolling his eyes and letting out a sigh, he entered the library and looked around. There were a few people already there. The only person he really recognized was the Madison chick everyone else were just plain weirdos to him. Letting out another sigh, he took a seat in an empty chair. This was going to be interesting.

A Brick Red Lamborghini Murcielago Roadster drove inside Tigermont High's parking lot a lot calmer then you'd a expect a car like that to be driven; the Lamborghni parked near a 2010 Red Caliber with ease, making sure not to hit the car by accident. The car boomed out a very heavy sound of metal, rock-like music from its inside speakers, the engine still roared louder but the driver's door was opened casually to let someone off. Lillian or better called Lithia stepped out of the car, the school's fifth Visual Kei Head. Many confused her looks or fashion for Goth, Punk or Emo which caused Lithia to lose it and yell at those who call her such labels. It’s not like she cared for labels it just bothered her on how stupid people could be sometimes when it came to different fashions. Lithia stepped out of her car, letting the very loud metal, punk-like music out in the empty parking lot, which in curiosity was in a different language, Japanese. Lithia took a deep breath in, and then let it out with a heavy sigh; she leaned inside to her car pulling out her black messenger bag with chains hanging from it and a kitty skull design on its front with splatter specks of what looked like red blood. She slugged it over her right shoulder, grabbed her LG Vu in her hand, and then turned her keys in the ignition to turn off her car. Lithia pulled out the keys calmly; she got out of her car fully and closed the door with a slam! She fixed the strap of her messenger bag as she walked off the parking lot to the school building, putting her keys and cell in her bag as she walked.

Lithia today wore her favorite outfit, her hair down, curled a bit, a black dress-like outfit with multiply strings on it, lavender and purple colors on it as also was black, purple and black transparent material on the bottom, long gloves that matched the outfit perfectly, no socks but shoes that tied over her ankle. Her makeup was not that dark, it only conceited of heavy eyeliner, purple eye shadow, and pink lip gloss, strawberry flavor. She was dressed that way on a Saturday because after detention she was to go to a party with her friends, the other Visual Kei Heads.

Lithia approached the Principle, her mind cleared of thoughts, or unwanted subjects. The Principle just stared at her and said nothing; Lithia stared back at him her gaze cold and empty, even behind her lavender contacts. She just walked away from him knowing where to go without the principle telling her, she was defiantly going to hate it today. Lithia thought she knew why she got detention but at the same time she didn’t, not like she cared, she never had anything to do during Saturday mornings so this was a good way to kill time.

As Lithia approached the library she pulled out her iTouch from her messenger bag, placing the ear phones on her ears as she entered the library finally. She looked around and saw rather unexpected people, but she shrugged not caring as she walked to an empty table away from everyone already there. She blasted her music a bit high, causing it to be hard just a bit around her area or maybe further, she hated silent places so her music was been used to get some noise around her or in her. Lithia looked through her iTouch, distracting herself from looking up to everyone; she really didn’t feeling like talking or basically fighting anyone today.

The roaring of a motorcycle could be heard down the street of Tigerwoods High; from a distance a black Yamaha YZF-R15 could be seen driven by a male wearing a black, white streaked helmet. He drove very fast, and turned it so quickly to enter the school’s parking lot that he left a white tire streak on the cement. He drove quickly around the parking lot till he parked in an empty space far from other cars that were there. His motorcycle still roared as the male took off his helmet from his head, revealing it to be Hiroto or Aaron as his English name. He shook his head to fix his hair due to it looking like helmet hair. Hiroto turned off his motorcycle, placing his helmet on the side of the handles; he turned his body over to the left getting off it calmly. Hiroto was the school’s “delinquent” but he didn’t hang out with the other ones labeled as such, he was also a loner. He kept to himself, causing mischief on his own to cause people pain, annoyance or just to ruin their perfect little days. Hiroto was called many things, everyday of his school life since he had moved to this town and this school; he didn’t care though for what they called him, he just turned a blind eye on them but if he was made fun of extremely, watch out. He fixed his black clothed jacket on him and then grabbed his regular black backpack with a black chain on it, slugged over his right shoulder and began walking away from his bike.

Hiroto was wearing a casual outfit today, a black tight graphic t-shirt showing of his slender yet muscular body, regular black ripped jeans with a white studded belt, a black cloth jacket with silver buttons on its sleeves, two silver chained necklaces, one with a crown and the other with a spiked star and normal black boots that were covered by the top by his jeans. His hair was messy as he liked it, dyed black, brown and dirty blonde; yes he had some eye liner on his eyes, say anything about it and he’d punch you.

Hiroto approached the Principle; actually more like passed him without a glance or a small talk and just headed to the library where detention would be held that day. Naturally, Hiroto would have ditched detention but today he was extremely happy inside he had it. At home thing weren’t that great with his mother so been at school, was the best place he’d wanted to be to escape his mother’s verbal abuses. He walked down the hallway casually, not distracting himself at all; he soon reached the library and stepped inside as he opened the door. The usuals weren’t there, instead Hiroto was surprised to see the least people he’d ever expect to see there. He shook his head as he walked to an empty table way way far away from everyone and just sat down, placing his backpack on the table and placed his arms on the table and raised one up to rest his head on his palm. Hiroto’s eyes closed, silence filled him except for the noise coming from a girl who was also sitting on her own, listening to something at full blast. He just ignored it and waited for the Principle’s to show up and give his usual lecture.

"Hi Nia!" A small smile graced Katrina's lips at the prospect of seeing on of her friends. "I didn't think I really did something...I think the principal's slightly mad about me reading manga in class, though." The currently blonde girl had always ignored most of her teachers. They always did nothing but annoy her with the typical inspirational speeches or lecture on about something she already knew. When was she ever going to use all that useless information, anyway? she was planning to move to Japan and become a manga-ka, so it didn't matter.

Even though she was talking, Katrina had noticed Hiroto entering. She slightly blushed, then turned back to Nia. "What about you? Was it the bubble-blowing incident?" If the teacher was so worried about someone being allergic to bubbles, then why don't they help the students who had trouble in their social or home lives? Answering her own question, Katrina mused that it was most likely because that didn't effect them at school.

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A dark-haired boy skated towards the high school that he called home. Kenny had been awoken in the early morning by the janitor, who he kindly referred to as his guardian. They were running low on food, so a quick trip to the store had solved that. Surprisingly, he had detention today. So he dropped the supplies off, left, and walked through the front gates. No one could find out he lived under the bleachers. In the parking lot, he stared at all the shiny cars. He himself had a new Honda CR-V, but he had decided to skate to detention today. Might as well keep up the persona everyone knew him by here. He wore a his usual patched-up hoodie, torn backpack slung lazily over his shoulder as he skated. His jeans were also ripped at the kneecaps, but strangely skinny.

Kenny always lived in the fear that someone, especially the principal, found out about his current living conditions. He loved living there. As he entered the school building, he saw said member of school staff. Kenny smiled at him, even though he was hiding behind his clipboard. "Kenny Brian?" the man questioned. Without waiting for reply, he added, "Report to the library."
Even though he was already inside, he kept using his skateboard. He lived on the sole philosophy that walking was over-rated. He only picked it up and shoved it into his backpack. It was a new one he had gotten for Christmas from his friends, the kind that folds up. When going into the library, he saw all the cliques practically divided up for him. He took the nearest empty seat and began writing in his navy-blue notebook.

Taking one last puff from the burning joint, Markus passed it onto the next in the little circle and joined back in on the conversation. It was something about... Markus didn't even know. Though knowing his friends, it was about the next party, or who they last banged. Something along those teenage boy stereotypes. Though his spectating was cut short when he felt his pocket vibrate. Stumbling over his fingers, Markus got out his phone and read the text message that his father had sent him.

Get to detention. Now.

Oh his father knew him all-too well. "Au revoir, mes amis," Markus chuckled, getting off the floor to bow. All of his friends simply laughed as only a moment later the boy fell to the floor in a giggling mess. Leaving the room Markus' high dimmed a bit as he thought of where he had to go. Detention. If only he hadn't slept in Mrs Douglass' class, he wouldn't be here.

Finding a parking spot in the school lot--which wasn't too hard--Markus simply sat in his car for a few moments. He really didn't want to go in, but at the same time, he didn't want to get out of school suspension again. Grabbing the Axe from his glove department, Markus sprayed on way too much before leaving his car to go into the school.

"Go to the library, Mister Lancaster," The principal wasn't even looking anywhere near his direction when he said this. It didn't bother Markus though; he had met the man enough times.

"Will do Mister P," Markus said before turning his heel and heading towards the library.

Walking in, Markus was surprised to see that there were several other people here already. No one that he would really associate with, but some that he found surprising to be here. Taking a seat at an empty table, Markus pulled out his phone and texted back to his father that he was in detention.

Miranda grumbled in frustration. She'd left her house late because she'd been searching for her favorite book for a half an hour. She refused to get stuck in detention without something to read, even if she had to pretend it was homework. That's why she'd brought textbooks, too. All the better to hide her books behind.

Normally, Miranda would think it was ridiculous to break the rules in detention, but considering that she had no idea why on earth she even HAD detention, she didn't care. It was hard to rile Miranda, but the principal had surely managed it.

As she pulled into the school parking lot in her used sedan, her jaw almost dropped. She knew who most of these cars belonged to. She had a knack for eavesdropping on conversations while appearing to be reading. It let her keep up to date with school gossip, but not get involved. Why on earth do these people have detention? she thought to herself as she pulled into a parking space. Miranda didn't really think about it too much, much more focused on being outraged at even being here on a Saturday. She was supposed to be at the city library looking up new books! Miranda grumbled again before getting out of the car and opening the trunk to pull out her completely full backpack. She almost dropped it, not realizing just how heavy it was.

Walking into the school, Miranda seemed to be thinking herself into a worse and worse mood. She tried to ignore it as she approached the principal with a very forced smile.

"Ms. Johnson, glad you could make it," the principal said with a raised eyebrow. He pointed towards the library. "I'm sure you can find the library, yes? It is your favorite haunt after all. I'll be there shortly. Only a couple more people to arrive."

Glad I could make it, huh? I'm only 5 minutes late!!! Miranda inwardly fumed, practically storming to the library, throwing the door open before she realized what she was doing. She winced as she heard it slam against the wall, walking forward so the door didn't rebound on her. As she glanced around, she noticed several of the faces she expected as well as some of the people whose cars she'd recognized. Such a motley crew... Miranda glanced back at the door as she furrowed her brows. Something was fishy... Half of these people were intentionally kept apart, and now the principal was practically fishing for reasons to throw them together? She saw no other option. Some of the people here had less of a reason to be here than she did. Oh, well.

Miranda made her way to the back corner, setting down her backpack and taking out a book as she curled her legs underneath her and started reading.

Madison watched as new students came in some she figured would be here others were a bit of a shock. Out of all the people that came in the room the only one she really knew and couldn't take her eyes off of was Kalden. Madison knew all the jocks being a cheerleader she cheered at most if not all the school teams games. Besides the cheerleaders and jocks natural got together and hung out. Unlike the rest of the jocks that hit on her and where extremely annoying Kalden was different, he wasn't your normal jock he actual had brains. Madison has always liked Kalden but in the last few months she has found herself crushing on Kalden which was kinda of weird for her but she had to admit her was hot, he had the body and the brains like what more could a girl want. Madison stood up and swung her bag over her shoulder she picked up her snacks and walked over to where Kalden was sitting and sat down next to him. She put her bag on the back of her chair and opened one of her Doritos. She ate a chip then looked at Kalden "Hey didn't suspect to see you here..so what did you do ?" Madison said before putting another chip in her mouth she extended her arm "Want some ?" she said with a smile.

Kalden had been staring absentmindedly down at the book in his hand when he felt the presence of another body sit at the table he happened to be sitting on. He ignored the person at first figuring it was someone just not wanting to sit by themselves. He'd let them sit there because not like he was going to be paying attention to them anyway. However, when a female voice filled his ears. He recognized the voice but couldn't quite place it so his blue eyes turned from the cover of the book to the face of the voice. It was Madison. A cheerleader and a good looking girl. He had hung out with her a couple of times with his football buddies but never really took the time out to have an actual deep conversation with her. He honestly didn't know if she could even hold a conversation. As mean as that seems, Kalden had experience with the cheerleaders. He had dated one, Morgan Walker, and she proved to be your usual cheerleader. Ditzy and airheaded. He was surprised they had lasted that two months. Shaking these thoughts away, Kalden offered Madison his half smile before shaking his head.

"No, thank you." He said as he put his book down on the table and looked at her fully. She was a beautiful girl no dount about that but he had heard alot of things about her. Kalden was never one who went off of what others said but it was sad because half of all the rumors about the cheerleaders ended up being true. He was close to a couple of them. Well the ones that he could tolerate and he knew of their dirty pasts. "Being in the hall during sixth period. How about you?" He asked, trying to make some sort of conversation.

"Being in the hall without a pass...it's weird because its not the first time that has ever happened but it's the first time I have gotten detention for it" Madison shrugged and ate a few more chips before putting the bag on the table. Being a cheerleader Madison wasn't suppose to eat junk and drink sodas but she had a soft spot for her sweets. Madison looked at the cover of Kalden book reading the cover she looked up at him "Wow that's a good book I read it like last month for a book report it was really good" even thought Madison was a cheerleader she wasn't as slow and ditsy as the others, for some reason a lot of people at this school had forgotten that she was a bookworm before she ever was a cheerleader. She opened her soda and sipped it down slowly before re-closing."Hmm out of all the people I would have pictured seeing here you didn't come to mind" Madison said not as if she was complaining.

Robin looked up at the girl who spoke to her, it was the cos-play girl, "hello and yes I am Robin..." she stated in her usual quiet voice, her musical tone cracking in places, due to her voice not usualy being used, "you are?" she asked, trying to be polite, she honestly had no interest what-so-ever, she saw Matthew walk into the room, she glanced at him once before returning her gaze to the otaku -as she believed they were called- a light blush dusting her cheek's. She knew Matt didn't know her name and she guessed he didn't want to, people who were desprate for friend's would talk to her and that was about it, Matt wasn't one of those people so she assumed he had no interest.

Robin sighed quietly at her morbid thoughts and ran a hand threw her long brown and black bangs, pushing them to cover both eye's. 'He may not have interest in me,' she thought, 'but I still don't want to creep him out,' She rested her arms on the desk and let her forehead drop so it rested on her wrist's, her long bangs handing over her arms and down the table, hiding her face completely from sight.

The rat rod roars down the street with a ‘rah-pa-pa’ as it downshifts and cuts through the grass near the parking lot entrance of the school as it so often does. Indeed, multiple tracks have been dug into the ground from the countless times the vehicle cut through. The car is rather old and beaten looking, with worn and faded paint, bondo patches, and bare metal with some rust in places. The only thing that looks in good condition is the engine, which, on this morning, is covered by the removable hood and quarter panels. The brothers tend to keep them on unless they’re racing it or looking to score with some hot bod.

As the car moves through the parking lot, Johnny finishes the piece of chocolate cake and washes it down with what’s left of a bottle of beer. He belches and tosses the glass bottle out the window at the Lamborghini that’s parked and smirks smugly as the bottle explodes against the back window, with glass shards and beer sliding down the back. The car stops short of the entrance and Johnny climbs out. ‘Take it easy, okay?’ Mathew, whose driving the car, advises Johnny. Johnny grunts in response and just begins headed towards the entrance. The rat rod takes off and soon after disappears, although it can be heard for a good while after. Mathew had always been so responsible like since Dad died, making Johnny go to detention and making sure he will graduate. Johnny resents this but at the same time he respects his brother determination in making sure one of them makes something of themselves, though if he should make sure anyone gets on the right track and stays on the right track, it should be Dillon, not him.

Johnny swaggers into the school, opening the door with enough force to send it flinging open into the wall, causing a loud crashing sound.

“Nixx,” The principal says in her usual bitchy tone. “So good of you to show up.”
“Oh you know me,” Johnny says as he walks towards her. “I can’t get enough of these extracurricular activities,” he says in a sarcastic tone.
“I don’t want to have to come in on another Saturday morning and I’m sure you don’t either so I suggest you cut the shit for today,” the principal says sternly. “In the library down there.”

Johnny says no more and spins on his heels and heads down the hall, not particularly caring why the detention was in the library. Pushing the double doors open, Johnny steps in and sizes up the situation.

“Fags,” he says under his breath when he notices everyone else in detention. He looks around for an open spot away from everyone but where he can still watch them. Once he does he makes a wide arch around the group and takes a seat.


((sorry for the late reply. my first one double posted but deleted both when i deleted the copy and then our internet service was canceled))

Mostly through his hair, Matt occasionally glanced up from his arms to check on who else came in. There was the girl who looked like rainbow puke, then one of those buff, football guys who often had a cheerleader on each arm, then that girl with crazy outfits, the guy who almost always smelled like alcohol, the skater kid who rarely walked, the guy with tons of piercings, the bookworm girl with big glasses, and the asshole with the weird hair. Matt actually knew his name. James... Jimmy.... Johnny, that was it. Nixx. That kid didn't like him. Johnny was a dick to everyone, but Matt could tell he particularly didn't like him - him and the boys who were obviously some degree of homosexual. But Matt wasn't like them; he wasn't sure just why Johnny didn't like him. He had nothing against Johnny. Matt didn't make an enemy of anyone. He wasn't fond of the human race as a whole, but there weren't any individuals he felt especially malevolent towards.

Just as he was about to bury his face in his arms to try sleeping again, he heard something. Lifting his head slightly, he looked around. Some of the other students were talking quietly, but it wasn't them. There was a faint muttering... somewhere. He couldn't tell who it was or what they were saying, though. It almost bugged him that he couldn't. His brow furrowed then, as he realized it was probably a small auditory hallucination. Despite his medication he still had minor symptoms like that, but they were subtle enough that he could ignore them. Giving a small sigh, he rested his head again to rest.


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"Aww, reading in class? I hate when they get after us for that. Most kids don't even like reading." In her opinion, the school ought to be appreciative of students reading in class even if they weren't paying attention meanwhile. Nia was smart about it though; she only read when the teacher was talking about things she already knew, when there was no need to pay attention.

Robin did answer, but seemed distant, like her thoughts were completely elsewhere. Then her gaze lit up for a moment. Following it, Nia found Matt Todd. She knew that look, and didn't miss the blush on Robin's cheek. She smiled somewhat mischievously. But the girl soon withdrew again, her hair becoming a curtain over her face. She had really long, beautiful hair. "Wow, your hair is gorgeous. What kind of shampoo do you use?" Nia asked, carefully grasping a strand. It almost felt like silk in her fingers. With how long it was though, Robin must use half a bottle of shampoo every time she washed it.

Then she noticed Katrina blushing too, as HIroto entered. She agreed the guy was cute, but figured he wasn't worth the trouble. From what she had heard he had a real drinking problem. "Ohhh," Nia crooned, brows raising and a smile playing across her lips. "Careful Katrina, he's a dangerous one." She warned, half joking and half serious. Nia knew she wasn't one to talk though; she herself was very fond of the infamous Johnny Nixx. The boy was probably bad to the bone but he was so rebellious - it seemed he didn't have a care in the world.
Speaking of whom, Nixx entered the library, glancing about with a fierce gaze. He muttered something before striding past everyone to take a seat by himself in the back. Nia gave a quiet, blissful sigh as she watched him walk. Our table must look silly, each girl blushing one after the other, hahaha! Nia thought.

Robin rolled her head to the side so she could see the other two girls threw her hair, several strands still hiding her forest green eye's. "Shampoo? I don't use any," she replied to Nia, "I think it might be because I brush it a lot, 'bout an hour each day... I have nothing better to do most of the time," she added before sitting up and swinging her hair back out of her eye's, she glanced at Katrina and Nia, each one of them looking at a boy and blushing, 'looks like I'm not the only one... as usual,' she thought, blinking a few times.

So Nia likes the jerk who ran into her in the hallway a couple days ago, she was late to class because she had to snatch her books from people who desided it would be funny to take them, and Katrina like some guy whom Robin has never really encountered, she'd seen him around, probably stared at him in one of her classes, but never really encountered him...

Robin sighed silently and glanced again at Matt, this time her eye's darkened, she slowly rested her head on her arms, it was time to 'study' as her ex-shrink had called it. That woman, whom her parents had hired, had said that Robin study's people to get to know them, rather then talking to them like normal people do, she also said it was involantary, like a sneeze, just something you can't control... It's all bullcrap, she didn't do it because she wanted to know people, but to keep them ferther away, freak people out and they wont normaly come near you... but she doesn't mind when people do... she likes being talked to, like anyother person... so maybe it is involantary...

With a quick turn of her head, Katrina came out of her reverie. "H-huh?" She stuttered, carefully observing each of the girls around her. Seeing Nia and Robin blushing reminded her that she had been staring. She rarely concentrated on anything with much interest, aside from her manga or video games... Speaking of which, her knack for seeing the world as an anime was kicking in.

Shojo manga-style, the otaku believed. Three girls completely infatuated with three boys who may or may not return their feeling. She chuckled to herself, thinking of the countless school-based animes she had watched. Only then she remembered she was in the middle of a conversation. "Gomen nasai, Robin-chan! I'm Westwood, Katrina," she said while bowing her head slightly.

Blink. As soon as Katrina realized she had gone a bit overboard with the anime visualization, she looked up. She felt relieved she was already blushing. Getting embarrassed was quite easy for her, making her usually pale skin turn a deep red.

"U..Um, I mean sorry Robin. I'm Katrina," The cosplayer then smiled at Nia. "It's okay... He probably doesn't like me back, anyway."

***

After a few minutes of thoughtful writing, Kenny Brian looked up from his little near-black book to gaze upon the room. Will anyone really understand what I'm thinking about? he wondered. Nah, people have an obsessive need to divide everything into categories. And then to give those categories qualities. So that's where stereotypes come in... Before he got any farther, Kenny turned to a new page in his notebook.

He started writing fiercely, eager to get his ideas down on paper. Soon he stopped, though. He looked up to see the people once again. Most were off in their own little worlds, much like himself. A few clustered had formed. The skater had lost all notion of what he was writing about, so her turned back to his previous page and began doodling.

Honip made one more leap across the suburban rooftops, and settled to a stop, laughing as he hung his legs over the side of his house. Glancing at his watch, he lay down, sighing. Suddenly bolting back upright, his eyes widened. "Ah, time. She is a cruel mistress, indeed." Shaking his head, he stood, and took a running leap in the direction of the school.

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The principle looked at the list of students for detention. She sighed softly as she wrote a U(for unexcused) by the name of Honip A. Vale. "Hmm...only one didn't come. Not bad. Honip's probably off practicing some performance or other." As she walked outside to get something out of her car, she heard a skittering of gravel from above her, and smiled at the gap between two buildings that was above her head. She called out into the air. "Library, Mr. Vale!" She could have sworn she heard a laughing acknowledgment as she erased the U for a check mark.

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Honip sat upon the roof of the library, looking out at the sky one last time before heading inside. Today was going to suck. Unless he could....yeah.

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The doors of the library opened up dramatically as the final student entered the room. Smiling, the boy strode in wearing a Guy Fawkes mask. Dramatically, he begin speaking.

""Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate.
This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is its vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified.
However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V."

And at that, with absolutely no acknowledgement of what he had just done, Honip removed the mask calmly, placed it on a table, and sat down near the three girls, pulling out a script for Neil Simon's Barefoot In The Park, the next play he was scheduled to appear in.

Robin looked at Katrina "you don't look japanese... so your a western otaku?" she wondered outloud, seeing as her granfather is japanese she had a little japanese upbringing, she yawned silently and stared to space out, her pupil's drifted slightly of center, good thing her bangs were still covering her face.

Robin sat bolt upright at the random out burst, she looked around the room, wondering what was going on, because she had just spaced out she didn't hear what was said, she sighed when she saw the drama-guy, 'of course,' she thought laying her head back on the table, he's managed to 'wake her up' before, a lot of the time actually... She sighed irritably and settled back down, with her head on the table, Honip Vale, she stared at him for a moment, 'and I thought I was strange' she thought with a small smile, before returning her attention to the wall and letting her mind drift off into space.

Honip glanced up from his script, and noticed a rather good looking girl sitting nearby. Standing up, he sidled over to the next table sitting down next to her, her name was robin, if he recalled correctly. "Good day. I'm terribly sorry to bother you, but my name is Velasco. Victor Velasco. Pleasure to meet you." He held his hand out, then blinked. Suddenly the faux british accent dropped, and he shook his head. "Sorry, I was really into character there. Name's Honip. Honip A Vale. Nice to meet you. You're in some of my classes, correct?" He held out his hand again.

Robin blinked at the very strange boy, her eye's widening slightly, before becomming half-cast once again, "I know who you are," she began, in a british accent, slow and sweet, yet menacing at the same time, "it's hard not to notice you," she added boredly, her voice mono-toned once again, her accent returning to her usual, half assie, half american, accent. "and yes, you and I do share several classes," she replied to his earlier question, flicking her bangs to the side, showing off one deep, green eye.

Robin thought for a moment "What was it that you wanted?" she asked, resting her head on her palm, her head tilted to one side, ever so slightly.

Katrina sat staring at the drama-kid. What he had just said, that long tirade with the vs had reminded her of something. She pressed her thumb to her lip ever so slightly, deep in concentration. Then, with a equally dramatic swoop, she declared like Phoenix Wright, "Objection! V for Vendetta!"

Suddenly, the blonde blushed madly. Once again she had managed to turn a few heads. She sat back down in her seat, slumping back. Even though she was fascinated by Japan, her dad was extremely patriotic. He loved all Stan Lee and took her to baseball games. He had also given her a stack of old cmics to read. Even though they weren't manga, she read them none the less. Hey, they were comics! But her father's intense loyalty to his country also made her wonder why he married her mother...

"Well, I'm half-Japanese on my mom's side. I usually get to go there for summer break," she whispered, turning back to Robin, "I look more like my dad, though. I kinda wish I didn't considering how long it's been since I've seen my mom..."

Honip chuckled. "Exactly right...here's a cookie." Sure enough, he whipped an oreo out of one of his many pockets, and tossed it on the table in front of the girl. Turning back to Robin, he shrugged. "Eh, I'm not quite sure. I guess I just felt like talking to you. I don't think we've ever been formally introduced." He looked at the other girl talking to Robin. "Half Japanese eh? I guess that's kind of cool. You know anything about No or Kabuki theater?" He held out his hand. "Name's Honip. Greetings."