((OOC: Alright, just to note, this will be starting before the apocalypse of Havensprings. Might be good to develope some stuff before all the destruction happens. So, right now, the teens will all still be going to school as usual.
Oh, and for those of you who wish to join, the OOC is this way--> the-apocalypse-havensprings-ooc-and-signups-t11540.html))

Victoria sighed as she shifted the strap of her black messenger bag--decorated with various safety pins and buttons--and made it more comfortable on her shoulder. Just another day at school, and she knew it wouldn't be fun in the least. Still, she had little choice but to go, so she didn't complain about it outwardly. As usual, there was a slight frown on her face, but only because there was currently nothing to smile about. The day was fairly cold, but she didn't seem to notice it, even with the short skirt she was wearing.

Finally that Hell of a place came into view, and before she knew it she was already on campus, ignoring all of the loudness around her from the other students talking. She didn't speak to any of them, just going to her usual spot under a tree and sitting down against it. The wind blew her black hair into her face, and she brushed it away, tucking it behind her ear and pulling out a notepad and a pencil. As she did almost every morning, she began to write, working on a song.

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Samantha heard her alarm ring, and she turned it off, going through her usual morning ritual before leaving her small but seemingly cozy home. She was wearing her usual--a dark blue t-shirt, dark blue jeans, gray tennis shoes, and her brown jacket left open in the front. For now she left the hood down, her dark brown hair reaching her mid-back and framing her face. It was parted a bit to the side, so the front covered the right side of her forehead, just barely missing covering her blue eye.

It took only about twenty minutes before she arrived on campus, not looking at anyone and just walking through the crowd. She knew she wouldn't be noticed, she never was, and as she walked passed a group of friends she faintly grimaced. She wished desperately for some friends, but never got that wish because of how shy she was, always seeming to fade into the background. But that was alright. Sometimes it was better that way. Other times...it wasn't. She found her usual bench where no one else was, and just sat down on it, catching a glimpse of a couple hugging from the corner of her eye. Another thing she wished for. A boyfriend. Not necessarily just that, she just wanted someone that would care about her unconditionally and hold her when she was sad. All of that stuff. She had never known what that was like, and she wanted to know it. Softly sighing, she turned her attention to her backpack, pulling out a sketchbook and beginning to sketch in it.

"Buzz..." Went Kyle's alarm clock. He woke up, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the digital clock. 6:00am. He whipped his legs off to the side of his bed and just sat there while looking out the window. Kyle descended from a rather wealthy family, and outside his window was an endless field of plush, green vegetation. Their backyard. His mother was outside trimming the bushes. She was a stay a home mom, and liked to keep herself busy doing chores that could easily be accomplished by the help. Suddenly, she looked up from the rose bushes and smiled at the figure which resembled her son, in the window. He waved back. Then decided it was time to get out of bed, and so he headed downstairs to eat breakfast.

"Mr. Marsh." the kitchen chef said in greeting, as Kyle reached the end of the stairs. "Hi Paolo. What's on the menu today?" Kyle answered back. The chef started listed off various dishes. Kyle finally came to a decision, ate his breakfast, got dressed for school, and headed out the door. "Bye Mr. Marsh!" Paolo shouted to him as he rushed out the door. "Bye Paolo!"

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"Jasmine, honey. It's time to get up." Mrs. Kincaid gently tapped her daughter's shoulder in hopes of waking her. Jasmine tossed in her covers. "Ugh... Mom... Are you seriously in here right now? Can I get a little space?... Please? I'm like 17 years old!" Then she pulled the covers back over her face. "I'm sorry to come in on your personal space, dear. But I really think you ought to be going." She looks down at her watch. "It's nearly 20 till, right now." Jasmine slumped out of bed and grabbed the first pair of jeans she could find on the floor and slipped them on. "Happy?" She asked her mother while motioning to her newly aquired jeans. Her mother just shook her head and closed the door behind her. Jasmine continued scrounging around on the floor for a shirt. Luck was on her side, she found a gray t-shirt in the chaos of her bedroom floor. She put it toward her nose. "Ahh... This should be good for another day." She tossed the shirt over her head and walked to the kitchen. Her father was sitting at the table reading the newpaper. "Good morning, dearest." He said as she entered. "Hi dad." With that, she grabbed a poptart out of the cabinet and headed for the door. "Bye dad."

She walked on the sidewalk toward the school bus, then as soon as she was out of sight she made a detour toward the city bus stop. "Fieldtrip!" She shouted, as she boarded the bus and headed downtown.

Ness Costello sat, cross-legged, on the concrete just inside the school grounds. She did this every morning, sitting and staring into space, waiting for the school day to begin. She knew exactly why she wasted her time in this place five days a week -- her parents were convinced she needed a proper education. In some ways, the fifteen-year-old agreed, and in others, she didn't. Either way, she never said anything. She did what she was told when she had to, knowing it would pass quicker when she co-operated.

As ever, no one stopped to talk to Ness as they passed by her. They all pretended to look down their noses at her, but Ness knew that most of them were uneasy when around her. She had that effect on people.
That didn't stop them giving her disapproving glares as they walked past, but she simply stared back and eventually they broke their gaze and moved on.
If Ness was one to laugh, she would every time that happened.

Marie was going to be late again.
She'd spent nearly the whole morning picking out an outfit and gathering all of her thick books. So now she was grabbing a granola bar and heading out the door with her glasses nearly flying off and her plaid skirt fluttering in the breeze. She took one look back at the middle-class home, two stories and a garden in the back, and grinned.
Marie lived only a mile from the school, and so she was speed walking on the sidewalks toward the big brick building. It was like her second home; she was as much friends with the teachers as she was... well, anyone. Marie looked down at her watch; Good, she wasn't late. Coming to an abrupt halt, she went and sat down on a bench next to a dark haired girl with blue eyes. Blonde hair falling in front of her blue-green eyes, she blushed, and then scrounged up all her courage to say;
" Hi. I'm Marie. "

Samantha blinked, and for a moment didn't lift her head. Was that someone...talking to her? That wasn't possible. No one ever talked to her. After a moment, she paused in her sketching, looking over at the other girl. "Oh...um...hi." She mumbled, not used to talking to people. She almost never talked, and her voice was soft, feminine, but not too feminine. "I'm Samantha." Her hand was nervously fiddling with her pencil, a blush covering her face, but luckily it wasn't all that noticeable.

The door opened to the class room. "You're late as usual Lucas!" The teacher saw up from his desk. "Hm?"
Lucas took off his headphone. "Again?". "Just have a seat Lucas, and take off that headphone!"
The class went as slow as usual, and Lucas tried to concentrate about listening to what the teacher said,
but---what the hell. He put on his headphone and lent back on the chair.

The alarm rang. Eric looked up from his covers.

"School. Fun." He said to himself. He rolled of his bed and landed on the floor. He got up and walked down the hallway to the kitchen for a nice cold bowl of Mini-Wheats. He grabbed a bowl, spoon, milk and the box of cereal before sitting down. He slowly scooped the frosted chunks into his hungrey mouth. The breakfast was turning mushy. He ate every last bite. "You're gonna be late" Said his mom.

"So?" Eric replied as he got up from the table. He got dressed and grabbed some gel. While he was in the bathroom putting up his spikes his dad walked in. "You'll poke someone's eye out" He said.

"What ever works." Eric replied. He put on socks and shoes, and grabbed his back pack. "Have fun." He said as he walked out of the house. It was kind of his slogan. Instead of saying good bye, he said have fun.

He walked onto the high scholl grounds as the first bell rang. The loners would be just arriving. He got to his locker and pulled out his books, and walked into his first period. "Take a seat, Mr. Bruce." His teacher said. Eric didn't reply, and sat in the back.

Samantha didn't want to be late to class, so she said a very quiet goodbye to Marie before getting up and going to class. As usual, she went into the classroom unnoticed, though wasn't late or anything. Going to her seat in the front of the classroom, she sat down, just waiting for the lesson to start. Even in the front of the classroom, she seemed to be invisible. But she was used to it, sitting there silently.

Victoria heard the bell, and she sighed softly to herself. Putting away her notepad and pencil, she got to her feet and then headed to her first class, arriving just as the final bell rang. She sat in the back of the classroom, just pulling out her notebook again and writing in that rather than paying attention.

The bell her signal, Ness stood and walked idly to her first class, not caring enough to hurry. It made no difference to her whether she was early, on time, or late. Ness ambled through the door as the final bell pealed out and took a seat near the back of the class, not much caring who it was she sat by.
She noticed the teacher looking at her meaningfully, and arched one eyebrow.

"Try to be more punctual tomorrow, Miss Costello." He said, looking down.

Ness did not answer.

"Class Dismissed!"
Lucas opened his eyes, stood up and was going towards the door.
"Lucas!" He turned around, it was the teacher.
"I need to talk to you Lucas, you're always late and you don't pay attention in my classes. Do you have any special reasons for that?" Lucas stared at him.
"I guess i just don't care" He said before he turned around and went out to the recess.

Out in the recess he sat on the school bench and listened to his music. Rock. That was his music, he loves rock. A girl came against him..he knew her, she was in the class.
She gave him a push in the shoulder, and he took of his headphone.
"Why don't you care? Don't you wanna grow something good for your life? You wont get a good time the way your doing." She looked at him.
He looked away and said: "Pfff...why do you even care? I barely know you."
"Well i..." The bell rang and Lucas stood up fast and walked away.

Marie heard the bell and ran, but of course, she was too late. She wondered about the girl she had met on the bench-- her name was Samantha. But those wonderings quickly stopped, along with her heart, as she walked into the room. She barely listened to the teacher scold her on punctuality.

Apparently, they had switched seats earlier in the morning. And now, Kane the jock-- the absolute cutest guy in school-- was sitting in the seat next to hers in the front row. It was a miracle.

Marie went and nervously sat down next to him, stealing glances as she unpacked her books. Maybe she was the stupidest person alive for hoping Kane would take an interest in her. But there was no way around it; she had the biggest crush of her life, and guess who. Him.

A black volvo pulled up in the student parking lot, and the brown-haired driver stepped out. Kyle looked around the courtyard for his group of friends so they could shoot the breeze before first period. No luck. The five minute bell rung and he headed off to Calculus. He grabbed a seat off center to the middle of the class. He'd much prefer to sit in front, but he didn't want to risk looking like a nerd in front of his friends. After 56 minutes of lectures about limits and discontinuities, class was over. He headed out the door into the hallway to head for his second period.

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Jasmine got off the bus at 15th and Grand. She was right by the mall, but unlike most teenagers, she walked right past it. Her destination was the tattoo parlour right behind it. "Hey Joe." She said as she sat down at the nearest seat she could find. Joe was about 24. He had ivory skin and jet black hair that was currently in a buzz cut. His right eyebrow was pierced and he had a tattoo on his neck that said 'Jessica'. Jasmine didn't know who that was. She figured it must've been some ex-girlfriend or something. "What's up, Jaz." The male said as he walked over to her. "And shouldn't you be at school right now?" Jasmine grabbed Joe by his band t-shirt and pulled him close to her. "I am at school, and I'm ready to be taught a lesson." Joe tugged on his shirt and pushed her back. "Jaz, we've been over this. You're too young for me. Why don't you get out of here and go to school like a good girl?" She quickly jumped out of the chair and walked over to the wall plastered with pictures of potential tattoos. "Maybe because I'm not a good girl..." She ran her hand down the poster of a man's chest with a dragon tattoed on it. Joe looked at her with disapproving eyes and shook his head. "Well, I guess you're right... Meet you in the back?" He asked the question, but didn't wait for an answer. Instead, he just walked past the beaded curtain into the back room.

About an hour later Jasmine emerged from the back room with her hair in disarray. She tried to comb it out with her fingers, and had little success. Joe grabbed her hand before she could run it through her hair again. "You know what? Stop. I like it that way." Then he pulled her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers. She blushed, and quickly put her hand in her pocket. "Well, shouldn't you be going to school now? Come on, I'll drive you."

Dave got up from his bed, as his cellphone alarm went off. Getting up, he leaned over to the side of his bed, and stood up, going to his dresser to get some clothes. Opening the drawers, he pulled clothes out, not caring if they matched or not. Grabbing his skateboard off his dirty bedroom floor, he cautiously walked down the stairs, looking to see if his mother was drunk. Ever since Kayla died, she never had been the same. Seeing that no one was there, Dave hurried out the door, and into the streets, where he set down his skateboard on the pavement, and got on it. Pushing off the curb, he watched as cars honked at him, but he continued to skate at his own pace, ignoring the angry noises from the cars.

Eventually, David pulled up into the large campus of the place he hated. People here called him emo, or goth, just because he wore darker clothes, and didn't like to talk. He wasn't either of those, all he did was skate, and he didn't see anything weird about that, since the jocks just played sports all the time. Picking up his board, he walked through the hallways, hurrying to his locker and shoving his books inside. Looking up at a clock, he could see that the bell was about to ring, and he shrugged, walking into his English class late. Looking at the teacher, Dave sat in the back of the room, ignoring the stares that he was getting.

Samantha looked up for a moment, seeing David walking into the room late, but she said nothing as usual. She just focused back on the lesson, remaining silent. Even the teacher didn't seem to notice her, since she was rarely called on to answer any questions. Samantha was smart, it just, like everything else, went unnoticed. She never flaunted it, and, while people seemed to know it about her, it was almost as though they forgot about it at the same time. Still, it was how it had been for years, so she was used to it. The first few classes went by as usual, very boring, and finally lunch time came. Not that it was an consolence, really. Samantha almost wished there wouldn't be a half hour lunch so that she could just get out of school earlier. But nothing could be done about it, so she went to her usual bench, beginning to sketch again.

Victoria, meanwhile, was sitting under her usual tree. She had a sandwich to eat and some water to drink, nothing extravagent, and was just eating her lunch while writing as she usually did. Nothing seemed different about this day, this week, this month...nothing at all. Everything was the same, and Victoria was honestly a bit tired of it. Still, such was life, and even if she seemed depressed, she wasn't suicidal.

Christian's alarm went off for the fifth time that morning, already forcing him late to school.
He shook his head, throwing the covers off of his half-naked body, pulled some motivation out of nowhere and plodded his way towards his closet.

Chris pulled out an odd shirt with a multitude of colors on it and a matching pair of converse, both which had an omnious amount of hearts, swirls, skulls, and stars on the laces.
He looked at himself there for a moment, standing, feet psuhed inward, a frown fixated on his face.
It wasn't long before he emitted a sigh and made his way to the bathroom after placing down his outfit.

It only took him about fifteen minutes to get downstairs, dressed and having a bagel in hand, a spread of cream cheese over the top of it.

"You're late," his father told him, throwing him his keys with more force than intended.

"Yeah good morning to you too," the boy replied back, already walking out the door.
It didn't take long before he arrived at school, only living about ten minutes away came in handy sometimes, it just wouldn't be fun having to avoid the random security guards posted around the school.

An idea sprung into mind as Chris pulled out half of a blank sheet of paper; he was hoping it'd pose as a pass to get him into his English class, which, luckily, it did.

Chris walked in no problem, giving the teacher an exagerated smile and a roll of the eyes as he sat down at the last desk in the corner of the classroom. The less he had to look behind him, the better.
It just wouldn't be as easy to avoid the stares he was always given.
He shrugged, putting his head half on his desk and looking around the room. He really hated school.

"Lucas! Why don't you tell us the answer"

Lucas raised his head. "What?" The class giggled, the teacher looked down at him.
"Why don't you answer the question?" The teacher looked seriously at Lucas.
"Uhm..repeat please?" Lucas looked at the teacher with a dumb face.
"That's it! To my office kid!" Teacher grabbed his arm, and Lucas pulled away.
"Hey! Don't tuch me!" He said before he stormed out off the classroom.

He went outside, he needed som air. A little longer away he saw someone sitting under a tree, so he walked over to her.

"Hey..." He said quietly

Marie heard the bell let out for lunch, grabbed a book and headed for the door. Then, she ran with her blue lunchbox flying outside, where she sat on the bench next to the girl, Samantha.

" Hey... " she said shyly. Marie had no idea why she was being so sociable. But at least the girl didn't scoff at her, like the populars, or immediately order her to do their homework, like the bullies.

She pulled an apple out of her blue lunchbox and nibbled at it preoccupiedly. She chanced a glance at the other girl's sketches. " Those are really good, " she said. " Wish I could draw like that. "

Victoria paused in what she was doing, looking up at Lucas with her gray eyes. "Hello." Her voice was kind of a mumble, but that was only because she didn't feel the need to speak any louder. She didn't talk to people normally, but if she was talked to she had little problem with it. It wasn't like she despised talking or anything.