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Indigo Green

"We spend our whole lives living in the future. No time is allowed for the present."

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a character in “The Cliques Located In High School”, as played by OurStars

Description

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"I'm not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is."
-John Green



General Information

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"My mother named me, but my grandparents don't like it. They call me Hannah."
Indigo Hannah Green


Age
"A rather boring age, isn't it? Not an adult, but not sixteen."
17


Gender
"Should I be offended?"
Female


Grade
"I still have two years to go, but haven't decided if that is a good or bad thing."
Junior


Sexual Orientation
"It's more about who you are than what you are."
Sapiosexual



Personality

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Likes
Surfing
Skating
The Beach
Longboards
Flowy Dresses/Skirts
Bare Feet
Parties
Birds
Hammocks
Painting
Warm Weather
Bonfires
Spontaneity
Vanilla
Dancing
Hot Tea
Saturday Cartoons
Dislikes
Barbecue
Chocolate
Cold Weather
Suburbia
Closed-toed shoes
Preps
Tobacco Smoke
Having her Picture Taken
Mint-flavoring
Most Hats
Print (Handwriting)
Choreography
Worrying About the Future
Materialism
Lizards
Honey
Cars

















Fears
-Despite being the sort who dislikes living life in the future rather than the present, Indigo is afraid that she will never accomplish anything in her life.

-Indigo is the sort of girl who picks up cockroaches and puts them outside, but she seems to have this bizarre fear of lizards, and freezes up at the sight of them.

-Indigo doesn't believe in any sort of after life, and this scares the hell out of her. It isn't death which frightens her, but the inevitable oblivion she perceives as following it.

-Finally, Indigo is frightened of the idea of a god, or a higher power. That's probably why she isn't religious- the thought of someone who has full control over you, and there being nothing you can do about it, scares her.


Quirks
-Indigo stands on one foot and grabs the lifted leg, like a stretch, when she's feeling impatient.

-When thinking, Indigo has the tendency to to lean on whatever is around, regardless of whether it is a wall, person, or trashcan. This occasionally leads to falling.

-She wears shoes as sparingly as possible, preferring to walk around barefoot.

-The girl hums, a bit like a bumble bee, when she's trying to suppress excitement about something.


Personality
When people conjure the image of a High School hippie, though they aren't really referred as that by too many anymore, they tend to imagine the sort of person who is calm, on drugs, and constantly trying to 'spread the love,' or some other stereotype like that. Now, Indigo is admittedly a rather relaxed sort of person, fitting the stereotype in at least that way. She comes off as an exceedingly mellow young woman, the sort that can take a few hits before some kind of pride steps in the way and intervenes. she isn't lacking in confidence or self respect, but she doesn't really see the point in feeding flames of insult and the like by rewarding them with a reaction. Thus, she has this tendency to merely smile at people who insult her, something which infuriates some and convinces others that she is some kind of dolt. Honestly, she could care less about how people react, so long as within that reaction is a ceasefire against herself. She isn't the sort to stand up and fight for herself, not openly anyway, because she knows that doing so stands the chance of only making things worse. So she prefers to step back and try to take a look through the eyes of others, using Atticus Finch as her role model in these ventures. Her philosophy is one of pacifism when an attack is against you, and defensiveness when it is against another. Yes, she will grin and bear it if someone treats her like shit, satisfying herself with only a few sly comments or by relieving nerves on a board, but if she sees another being bullied, the nice act is gone in a heartbeat.

Being a pacifist doesn't mean lacking triggers, after all, and she will always stand up for another, even if they don't want her to and even if they have only just before been insulting her. This has been a pattern of the girl's since middle school, when her father told her that one should protect the weak- even the mean weak. Ever since then, she has been the type who will jump in and try to split up a fight between two people, putting herself in danger, and who won't hesitate to pin a person against the wall if she thinks that they are bullying another person. Of course, even when angry her voice is calm, but there is a sort of softness, as though a quiet tone could keep her anger shoved down her throat, to her voice that is slightly scary. Of course, this a rarely seen thing, and for the most part she maintains her slightly lazy smile and calm demeanor, giving off the image of someone that will come to school, but would much rather be relaxing somewhere. Given how lazy she seems at first, many people are surprised to find that Indigo is a capable athlete in her own right, certainly able to handle her own on the cement and in the waves. Of course, this skill comes partially from a personality that isn't actually lazy- it is, rather, hardworking and determined.

When Indigo sets her mind to something, open-minded though she is, the young woman is difficult to deter, because she doesn't believe in making up your mind to do something and then quitting halfway through if you don't have a good excuse to do so. She's the girl who started piano lessons and kept doing them until she was twelve because she didn't want to just give in, even if she disliked the instrument, and wanted to learn to play the guitar instead. Once she has decided to help a person, they have gained a tireless ally who will see through their promise. This can backfire on her, of course, when she makes a promise to someone but finds it to be more than she had bargained for. Still, she is a person of honor, and will follow through all the same. She is an open-minded sort of person, who prefers to reserve judgments until there has been evidence to back them up, but despite this can be prone to her own sorts of bias. After all, she finds herself disliking the preps as an entity against her better judgment, which should tell her not to lump an entire group of people together. But that's just the nature of people- it's difficult to avoid generalizations entirely, afterwards.


Determined || Mellow || Hardworking || Biased || Open-minded || Intelligent || Creative || Amicable || Honorable || Content || Adventurous


My Life

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Relationships
TBD

Clique
"My clique is kind of funny in that you wouldn't think that some of us would be willing to categorize as being in one."
Hippies/Free Spirits

History
Georgia Fell was born in California, but for the most part was raised in Hawaii. Her parents owned a restaurant there, a small diner to be more specific, and she grew up close enough to the ocean that she woke herself up each morning with a swim or, far more likely, a bit of surfing. The girl had been a surfer ever since she was young, taking after her elder sister, Elena. The two were inseparable, only a year apart, and competed in competitions together starting from a young age. All was relatively happy in the household, with small rough patches that every family has thrown in. Although Elena was older, Georgia began to surpass her sister in both love for surfing and in talent. Elena was drawn more to skating, and soon was found more on the halfpipe than riding the waves. While this did cause a lessening in the amount of time that they spent together, the two were still close. This is probably why it affected Elena so much when Georgia, at the age of eighteen, was in a car accident. There was no chance for her to continue surfing again, because the damage done in that crash would cripple Georgia from the waist down for the rest of her life. This caused a time of depression for her, though she went to university anyway- deciding to go to school on the mainland, as though she wanted to somehow escape everything by avoiding the island. It didn't work, and in general was probably a bad idea as it was merely escapism, but the attempt at running away did bring one positive thing: she met Daniel Green, a skater who was studying to be an accountant at the same school. They ultimately met, dated, and eventually married, though some time gaps existed between these events. When they were twenty-seven, and the two both had steady jobs -Daniel as an accountant, Georgia as the owner of a snack shop on the boardwalk- they had their first child: Indigo Green.

Indigo was raised with an ex-surfer for a mother and a skater for a father, and it was only natural that she would end up inheriting a love for the things that her parents were so passionate about. She's been skating since she was five years old and her father bought her her first little knee pads, and has been on the water since she was around seven years old. But, for the purposes of this, lets rewind back to the age of five. While Indigo was learning to skate and attending her first year of elementary school, her mother was pregnant once more, this time with a little boy that would ultimately be named Kellin. Thus, she became an elder sister on March 3rd, and an excessively doting one. She constantly wanted to hold the baby, but couldn't understand why the child never seemed to react to her when she called for it. Not until her parents explained to her, that is, that Kellin had been born without his hearing, and therefore would never be able to hear the ocean or put his ear against a conch and listen to the noises it makes. This made Indigo rather sad, to the point where she actually went into her room and cried for half an hour, until her parents managed to calm her down. She was a child of dynamic emotions, in fact, and could go from genuine weeping to giggling in seconds. Of course, many children are this way: she was in no way abnormal.

The family began to learn sign language soon after Kellin was born, and Indigo picked it up the fastest. This is, of course, because she was younger, and therefore her mind was more malleable for memorizing the new language. Once Kellin was old enough, he found it easiest to communicate with Indigo, though Daniel and Georgia had picked it up well enough as well. So the family began to grow and develop as a whole, as tends to happen with people so closely knit. When Indigo was ten, she taught her younger brother to skateboard, as she had been taught when she was five. At this point, she had certainly diverged from the girly groups in her elementary school, and the premature versions of what would become the high school cliques began to form. She found herself more with the kids who preferred to play outside and skate, or go to the beach and swim. Her group was the group of summer and sunshine, despite her own relatively pale skin. She was content with this, and remains content with this. Of course, Indigo remains the sort of person who sees obstacles as temporary, and believes that anything can be survived. She lived by this as a child, the sort to bounce back up every time she fell down. She hardly noticed as old friends grew distant and new ones took their places, because it was gradual and not troubling. She simply swam with the current.

For the most part, if someone were to ask about her life, Indigo would respond that it is uninteresting. These days, her brother is in middle school, with a special interpreter for his lessons, and she works on weekends and during the summer at her mother's snack shop. She skates, surfs, and takes naps in the grass as though they are part of a strict schedule that cannot be strayed from. She is taking Chinese as her world language, but remains fluent in ASL besides this. The only thing that appears really capable of making her angry is attacks on her brother, which she has a reputation for taking care of swiftly and soundly. As far as Indigo is concerned, life is good- and she's right. She considers herself as lucky as she is.


Other

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Time Has Told Me || Nick Drake

And time has told me
Not to ask for more
Someday our ocean
Will find our shore

So I`ll leave the ways that are making me be
What I really don't want to be
Leave the ways that are making me love
What I really don't want to love.


Password
Wallflowers Shall Unite!

So begins...

Indigo Green's Story

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It's hardly the crack of dawn, but a young woman is walking up the beach, sand sticking to wet toes, with a surfboard held in her right arm and a towel wrapped around her left. From the wet look of her hair and the bathing suit she's wearing, one may draw the conclusion that she has just come out of the ocean. The sun still hangs dangerously low in the sky, barely giving off enough light for her to see completely, but she hadn't needed too much light to surf. She can feel the water and hear the waves, and that's all the girl needs, having basically grown up on the beach for the entirety of her life. It helps that her house is near the ocean, only a block or two away, and that her mother owns a snack stand on the boardwalk, giving her a place to drop her stuff and such. And there, nestled behind a crate of napkins, her stuff sits: just a little backpack with a water bottle in it, and a longboard propped next to it. There are no shoes waiting for Indigo, and none on her feet. She prefers to go bare foot when possible, because shoes have such a pinching and ultimately disconnected feeling. They just make her feel constrained, so even when she does wear shoes, the girl generally sticks to flip flops and sandals.

Of course, skating, walking, and running barefoot has created callouses on her feet, but the girl doesn't mind. She's never been the sort to worry about things like rough skin or having perfect hair- in fact, the idea of those things being important bewilders her slightly. All the same, she observes the trait in others and attempts to reserve any judgments on the matter, knowing that differences in priorities are to be expected among all people. After all, she doesn't really share her younger brother's obsession with books on space and the stars, but still appreciates that he loves them, and loves to see him talk -well, sign- about them. Indigo has always loved to see passion in others, and is the sort who has no problem whatsoever stopping to listen to a person rant about something, as long as their rant holds some sincerity to it. Insincerity is something she isn't quite as fond of, to the point where she rarely partakes in the American custom of sarcasm.

The girl hangs her towel from her neck and picks up the longboard, leaving the surfboard their instead, as though making some sort of trade from sea to land. The small bag is slung over one shoulder, though it is unnecessary, and she exits the small shop, walking barefoot on the worn wood of the boardwalk until she reaches warm cement. One of the few things she appreciates about cities and suburbia is sidewalks: the feel of warm cement against her bare feet is one of her little joys, to be honest. She feels it only briefly, however, before dropping the board back onto the cement and stepping on, propelling herself forward with a sweeping push of her feet. The sidewalk here is bumpy, so she takes advantage of the empty roads to roll onto the street, which is smooth and makes for an easy ride. The sun continues to rise, allowing Indigo a full appreciation for the morning's beauty. The breeze is still warm, showered with the goodbye kisses of summer, and there is something about the enveloping warmth of the air that makes her feel as though she is simply melting into the sky, about to disappear at any second to become entirely one with the air. Such thoughts provide her with an out of body experience that produces goosebumps down her arms, though it isn't unpleasant.

The trip is far too brief before Indigo reaches her house, and in order to compensate for this, she makes the trip unnecessarily long, winding around extra neighborhoods and such, before ultimately ending up at her own front door. Her door is led up to by a small slope rather than the typical stairs, this being in order to make things easier for her mother. Likewise, the door is wider than most are. All of her house is set up in such a manner: more space in the hallways and between various appliances. It is one story, of course, and Indigo positively adores it, despite the lizards that always scurry across the fence in the backyard and the fact that their neighbors are smokers with little regard for how far the smoke reaches. This is where she has grown up, after all, and it is therefore only natural that she should adore it, for she is not the sort to resent her current place in the world or constantly struggle to be different. Rather, she prefers to be where she is, because there isn't anything wrong with it, that she can see.

"Morning, Sunshine," Indigo is greeted presently by her father, who is already awake and eating breakfast at the kitchen counter. The girl smiles at her father and leans her board against the wall. She brushes her feet against the mat in the entrance and then walks over to where he is, stealing one of his pieces of toast and giving him a hug before continuing on to her room, which is towards the back of the house. Her bedroom is somewhat messy, decorated with various posters of surfers, skaters, and some of her favorite TV shows. She has always had free reign over her room, and though it is messy, it has never been really dirty. An analog clock hanging above her bed tells her that there is a while before she needs to go to school, giving her time to finish the piece of toast that she has eaten and then hop into the shower, where she can wash off any lingering sand and ocean water. However, no matter how thoroughly she cleans, the girl always seems to smell vaguely of sea salt. She, of course, doesn't notice this scent anymore, but others have remarked on it before.

After showering, Indigo dries her hair haphazardly and dresses. She doesn't really have a strong sense of fashion, generally wearing whatever she feels comfortable in or catches her fancy at the moment. Today, this is a simply a pair of light denim shorts with a loose white shirt that no design on it. She tucks the shirt in just a bit, because it is rather long, but otherwise is finished getting ready: it's never a particularly complex process for her, after all. Dressed, she hurries down the hallway to find her father gone, but her brother and mother now in the kitchen sharing breakfast. Her mother looks up and waves, greeting her whilst also notifying her brother that Indigo is in the room. Her little brother turns around and signs good morning before returning to his food, still drowsy. Indigo just smiles before making herself a cup of hot tea. While the water boils, she brushes her teeth and hair, although the latter is perhaps not done thoroughly enough, and is back in time to grab a thermos and pour her tea in- she'll drink it during first period.

Ready to go, the young woman grabs her skateboard and is about to head out the door when her mother shouts after her. "Don't forget your shoes!" she reminds the girl, who has to turn back around and grab a pair of sandals, which go in her bag rather than on her feet. She'll put them on when she gets there. Finally, she leaves the house, travelling a relatively short distance before ultimately reaching the school. Kids file in slowly, some walkers and others coming out of the bright yellow buses that are a universal sign for noise pollution. Indigo weaves through the crowd, able to simply skate directly into the school because her locker is relatively close to the front of it. She puts her foot down and comes to a halt just in front of her own locker, stepping on the edge of the board so that it pops up for her to grab and stash away into her locker. The young woman glances over and notices Jacob, a fellow surfer, looking at his phone a few lockers down.

"Mornin'," she greets him, simultaneously pulling on her sandals so that she complies with school dress code, which instructs students to wear their shoes inside the school at all times.

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Before class, Stephen decided to explore the library. It was relatively large and it had a lot of books. He was currently reading something, but he was grateful that there was a good selection of books here. He browsed the section on religion, but found nothing that he had not already read. With a shrug, he decided to take a seat and read. Class hadn't started just yet and he decided he could get a page or two of the Bhagavad Gita and looked for somewhere to sit. There was hardly anyone here, but he saw one girl reading a book. He decided to take a seat in front of her. He opened his book and spoke.

"Hey. I'm Stephen. Peace and blessings be upon you this day."

He looked at her curiously. Her clothes looked well-made, but it didn't look like she used that many products on her hair, which he didn't mind to be honest as it looked more natural that way. He opened up his book and read through it aloud.

β€œIt is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else's life with perfection,” he paused for a moment, contemplating it, "But how do you live your destiny perfectly? Is there such a thing as "perfect"?"

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Ian walked through the hall. As he did, he noticed everyone talking, either about who was dating who, which teachers they liked and which were total jerks, about the new kid, and other miscellaneous talk. As he was walking, he noticed a group of cheerleaders, Mikaela among them. He felt a torrent of emotions flare up in his stomach, as they always did when he saw her. A mixture of hurt, affection, longing, and, yes, anger. He tried to wave at her, but he felt himself trip. He groaned as he fell on his face.

"Careful where you step, honey," one of the cheerleaders said sweetly. This wasn't a nice one like Mikaela and Paige. It was barbie clone with a sweet smile and cruel eyes, like she was grown in a government laboratory somewhere. He knew she saw what he was doing and she responded in what she deemed an appropriate manner. He fidgeted with his glassed. One lens was cracked, great.

"Right, of course," he said bitterly and a little sarcastically as he headed for his locker, which was next to Jacob Thompson'. He glanced at Mikaela, wondering if she noticed or cared. Then, he turned to Jacob and another girl, Indigo Green, he remembered.

"There's a new kid at school," he told Jacob, trying to get attention off himself, "He looks just like you, but dresses weird."

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Violette sat at one of the round tables in the library, she just sat there for a minute pondering about something that was really nothing special. After a while she decided to indulge in '13 Reasons Why' a book by which was recommended for her to read my her mothers family friends daughter named Isabella, or Izzy for short who was 13. So starting the book, even though she never doubted the power of thinking to anyone younger then her, she honestly did not expect that great of a plot line or a wide range of vocabulary. So even if the book was sub par it would still be considered good in her mind from the standards she had set.
The book started off a bit odd, with no clue of the situation that he is in the book begins. At first this guy seems like a tired jackass. Then it skips to what is titles Yesterday, which should mean that it should be written in past first person POV but it was written in present form. Violet continued reading though, minding the error, or at least what she thought of as an error. Then she thought that maybe it was like taking a time machine so the tense was right.

She got quiet far in the book. After a while she closed it though. 13 Reasons Why was about a girl, Hannah, who had killed herself and left tapes explaining why she in fact killed herself, and her blaming other people for why. Then this guy Clay gets it, this guy whom was madly in love with Hannah and he's like SHIT! What could I have done to like piss this girl off so she'd kill herself. So throughout this he's like hating on other people for being asses to Hannah and worrying about what he did. Violet hasn't come to the cassette tape abut Clay yep but she quit reading anyways.
Violet thought back to a fact she had heard or read some where that in the United States in 2012, 8 or so in 1000 people died. Weird right? Like you outlived 8 people. Then she tough that maybe 4 of those people killed themselves, even though she wasn't sure of the statistics. Then what? It's not like it couldn't happen that of those 1000 people 4 killed themselves it was just a loose thought.

After shaking the book thoughts Violet got out her homework for the science class. It was about Charles Darwin and Evolution, nothing all that interesting, it didn't even spark up that many tonights in her mind. Teachers had beat at the idea of evolution for years. She honestly had thought out all her ideas of evolution by the seventh grade.
Violet already had her homework done for the class but reviewing it seemed like a good thing to do, so that is just what she did, she reviewed. But it all seemed way to easy to be for juniors, so she just closed the book and took out her itinerary.

The thing about Violet is, she hates focusing on one thing for long periods of time, she just didn't. Her itinerary talked of every destination she wants to go too. Pages and pages where just filled. They also talked about the places she wanted to go this spring break on a college road trip, even though she was not quiet yet sure who, she was going to invitee, she hadn't gotten that far yet. She was writing in there about this place. It was a country but a small one and she wasn't sure where she specifically wanted to go. She was writing about Montenegro.

While writing a boy came and sat opposite of her at the library table.he introduced himself and Stephan and then some praise thing after. "Violette," mumbled Violet giving the boy a skeptical look. He was wearing this Buddhist outfit. Finally it clicked, he was the new kid that some cheerleaders where telling about about last week. But he also looke d,Ike someone else, like she had seen him before.

β€œIt is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else's life with perfection,” the boy, Stephan, read aloud. Then said something about how to live your destiny perfectly and if there is such thing as perfect.
Violet hummed, not the bee humm which was like bee but more like a himmmmm like a thinking person.

"Well I don't believe anyone could answer the question about how to love a perfect destiny, it has been something contemplated for years." Violet paused. "But I think I do believe in perfection, it's just that society has shrugged it off as non existent.


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Jacob was in his own little universe when Indigo walked over. She said morning so Jacob replied with the exact same thing, "Morning." Then the girl decided to slip sandals on her feet, which Jacob knew was only because the dress code told them all that they must wear shoes. "One of these times your barefoot feet obsession is going to get you in trouble," Jacob said. That statement was anything but a lie.
Jacob and Indigo where friends, same clique and she was cool. Not really I'm with the popular crowd cool but more, I'm a legit person cool. Plus she surfed so that was a big up. Actually from the sounds of it she surfed more then he did.

That was was when Ian Butler who was known as the class nerd walked in. Jacob didn't mind him, they even talked from time to time.

Then the big thing went down. It was actually quiet typical to happen in the halls but still. Ian who was friends with Mikaela up until middle school when she decided that she was too cool for him or whatever. Well anyways Ian who was distracted just by Mikaela presence, managed to fall, ON. HIS. ASS. Now Jacobs first reaction was to laugh because seeing people fall was just in general funny, but he held it back feeling bad for poor Ian.
Then to top the shit cake of the situation the cheerleaders started teasing him and Mikaela just walked away.

So because witnessing this just made him feel embarrassed for Ian, Jacob turned back to his locker rummaging through it with really no purpose but to get out of the awkward situation from which he had just witnessed.
After sometime consisting of a few seconds Jacob turned to Indigo and said in a murmur, "Poor Ian, really some people at this school can be big assholes to him." Which was true it wasn't even the cheerleaders, it was also the jocks and the preps too. The worst part was he was friends with some of them when he was younger. Things change in about middle school or junior high.

Jacob sighed. Them he noticed Ian came over. Jacob quickly mumbled a "Hi," but didn't get to say anything else before Ian started talking about some new kid who dresses weird but looks just like him. For some odd reason Jacob found it hysterical that someone was his so called twin. "Really?" He asked. Jacob already knew he had to see this guy.

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Kaycee was in the car, having showered and eaten and humongous breakfast, which her lame-o traditional father had insisted on.
She had on her favorite jean vest, with the collar she had custom-trimmed on her own. It held the patches on cheetah printed, and she smoothed down the raised collar as she drove. Underneath that she had on the most comfortable blue cashmere blouse, and she loved the way it nestled into her skin, the softness making her smile.
She stopped the car at a coffee shop, and went in to the delectable smells of caffeine, which of course, she hated to drink, but the smell was amazing.
She went to the register and bought herself a chocolate-chip muffin and a bottle of water. The two were never a popular combination, but she couldn't bear to swallow down a thick hot chocolate.

She got back into her car, and drove to school,her music blaring just enough that it couldn't be heard through the windows.

"Hey baby, will you look my way
I can be you new addiction!"

She sang all the way to school, and when she reached the parking lot, she turned down the volume and put on a mock serious face, giggling inside.

When she parked, she reached into the backseat for her bag, which she had to fumble for, and then exited the car.
She looked up to the massive building that had held her for more than two years.
"Always a pleasure to come back to this purgatory." she said as she smiled wistfully to herself.

When she got to the entrance, people glanced at her, probably only for her shocking red hair, which contrasted with the brunettes and blondes in the hallways.
She saw an obviously fake blonde looking at her and said, "It's all natural sweetie. You should take some tips."
The blonde walked away.
Ha.

She looked up to see some familiar faces.
Mikaela and her followers.
Jake and Indigo, extraordinary surfers.
She heard a crashing sound and saw Ian.
Oh jeez! Not again...

She rushed over to him, but he'd already stood himself up and was talking to Jake.
She went up anyway, and greeted all of them enthusiastically.
"Ian, are you....alright?", she asked, concern lining her voice.

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Indigo's gaze quickly shifts from Jacob to Ian and the gaggle of girls, cheerleaders to be specific, who watch him fall and burst into a shower of giggles so sharp that it might as well be daggers. Her first reaction is to think of that sort of rain which seems to cut into your skin, and she can't help but be thankful that there isn't any wind to make the effects of it worse. This is temporary, though, as she notices what seems to be a sigh escaping from Mikaela Chandler's mouth, the lack of reaction or attempt to aid serving as that wind which she had previously thought absent. Didn't they use to be really close when we were kids? Indigo wonders to herself. She went to school with most of these people, but in elementary school had been more interested in surfing, skating, and her younger brother than in her fellow classmates. Still, the girl does remember things about others, and drifted friends tend to make her a little bit sad, despite the fact that it is perfectly normal and feeling down about it is just unnecessary nostalgia. Her first instinct, seeing the scene, is to go over to the young man, but she stops mid step at the sight of Ian getting off of the ground by himself and apparently muttering something under her breath.

"I do wish that they could find a less. . .cruel way of supporting their own self esteem, or relieving frustration," the young woman agrees with Jacob, pushing a bit of hair out of her eyes and seeing that Ian is actually on his way over to them, which makes sense because his locker is right here. As soon as he arrives, she opens her mouth to say something, but closes it again when he begins to speak immediately and with a sort of purpose, though the subject does not seem as urgent as his expression would make it out to be. Still, it is rather curious- a person who looks exactly like Jacob?

"Looks like you have a doppleganger, then? One of you'll have to absorb the weaker one," Indigo mentions in a voice that is slightly far off, as she recalls briefly some show that she had seen a long time ago, which had such a premise. More prevalent matters come back to mind, however, when she notices that Ian's glasses are broken, a small crack striking through one lens.

"Right, are you o-" Indigo begins, but Kaycee, a familiar and ever-cheerful face, bounces into the growing little cluster -growing but not large- and greets all of them with her usual enthusiasm. Indigo can't help but smile at the young woman's constant energy, which is always refreshing. Of course, she herself is not quite as energetic, being a far more mellow sort of person, but it is not unusual to admire in others what one lacks themselves. Besides, the girl always seems to have such passion, which Indigo has always liked in a person.

"Good morning," she greets Kaycee in response, before turning her attention back to Ian to wait for his response to the bubbly young woman's question. It occurs to her that he may not want to talk about having been tripped -he had been rather quick to bring up an alternative subject upon coming over- but she doesn't want to simply assume these things. For now, she seems distracted by the crack in his glasses more than anything, only looking away to survey Mikaela's group with raised eyebrows as they walk by.

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"Well I don't believe anyone could answer the question about how to love a perfect destiny, it has been something contemplated for years," the girl, Violette paused before continuing, "But I think I do believe in perfection, it's just that society has shrugged it off as non existent."

Stephen nodded in agreement, pausing for a moment to think. He thought about his parents and their crowd, but also about his own generation and the many people he had come across. His father certainly believed in perfection, but he was sure that he was reaching out for the wrong kind. As much as he and his father were estranged, it hurt him to see the man that had raised him in the best manner he could fall so hard again and again.

"People have become disillusioned with seeking perfection because, often, people sought the wrong kind of perfection in the past. They had an imperfect vision for what perfection would be like and failed to reach that imperfect vision of perfection. Others, I think, give up too easily on perfection because they do not want to face the hardship and work it would take," he mused as he turned a page in his book.

"What is a clique? I was part of one in my old school, but I didn't consciously make the decision to join one, if you know what I mean."

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"Ian, are you....alright?"

Ian sighed. He might have distracted both Indigo and Jacob for a moment with the news he gave them, but Kaycee had been here to see what happened and he could feelt Indigo looking at him expectantly. He shrugged as if it was no big deal and gave the others a small smile.

"I'm alright, thanks. I appreciate it, but I should have known better than to cross paths with a group of cheereleaders. Too many failed government experiments among them," he joked. He sighed slightly.

"I don't mind too much. After high school, it's all downhill for them. That bitch that tripped me will have to use even more chemicals to make herself look pretty, but she'd still look plastic compared to you two," he told Indigo and Kaycee with a grin.

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He'd complimented her!
"Ah you are too cute, Ian!" She ruffled his hair, giving him her most generous smile.

Ian believed wholeheartedly in government conspiracies. She knew the government almost never told the truth to the public, or bended it, but could they really hold such power in everyone's lives? And even if the government tested... oh, he was just trying to make a joke.

Wait......
"Are you just complimenting us to transition between subjects?", she asked him, a bit hurt, but also a bit impressed if this was his intention.

She looked over at Indigo. Indigo was always so relaxed, which Kaycee could only accomplish laying down in her room, or at her yoga practices. Indigo didn't need these, instead focusing on surfing and the water, and Kaycee noticed her hair was wet, probably from a morning run. Kaycee also saw she had sandals on her feet, even though she knew she hated shoes.

But c'mon this floor is full of millions of microbes and bacteria! The dress code's doing her a favor.

She looked down to her own feet at her boots, noticing the clasp that had come undone. She reached down to fix it, but it was almost impossible at her angle. All her hair started to hang in front of her face a she contorted herself and had a very funny concentrated look on her face.

Ah, the expense of having fantabulous footwear.

The heel wasn't cooperating, and she felt off-balanced, Still, she reached for the clasp, now going into a resemblance of a Dancer yoga position, which she noticed with dry humour.
Reach, reach!
And then she was down on the floor with a splat, which brought chuckles and giggles from the crowds in the hallway.

She blew hair out of her face, and looked up with a sheepish, radiant smile to her friends around her.

"The floor seems to hold an attraction to all of us today, doesn't it?", and then she laughed along with the people in the hallway.

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"Ah you are too cute, Ian!" She ruffled his hair, giving him her most generous smile. Ian couldn't help but blush slightly, but inwardly, he wondered what she meant by cute. Did she mean that his manner was attractive because he was sweet, or did she mean that he was cute in the way a little kid or a little brother would be cute. If the latter was so, then he was going to be even more depressed today.

"Are you just complimenting us to transition between subjects?" Kaycee asked him. She sounded hurt when she said so and he instantly felt bad. He hurriedly spoke.

"No! Not at all! At least, well, yes, that was part of it, but I think you're both really pretty, honestly. You're," he began. Then he watched her reach down for her heel and he felt himself get distracted with the angle she was in before she fell down. He mentally kicked himself and offered her his hand.

"I don't think they're used to you laughing with them," he noted from the way some people shifted uncomfortably and stared at her strangely.

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She looked at the people who had laughed at her embarrassing moment who were now shifting uncomfortably and looking at her oddly.

"Why do they get to have all the fun? I don't have to suffer." She replied nonchalantly, finally closing the stupid clasp.

She reached for his hand and pulled herself up, proceeding to wrap her arm around his shoulder dramatically.

"Look at them, Ian", she said as she squished their cheeks together, getting entirely too comfortable with him, but she didn't think anything of it. She was used to Ian, no matter how awkward he was, and she didn't care about invading her friends' personal space. It was actually a very unnerving quality about her, sometimes making her friends feel squeamish.

"They take pleasure from pain, or if they don't, they are conforming to the mindset of taking pleasure from pain."

She looked him straight in the eye. "I was going to say something really deep, but I forgot it." Then, she laughed again and unwrapped herself from him.

She got her bag up from the ground.
"Do you like it?", she motioned to the bag. "I made it myself. These", and she pointed to the waterproof covering over the underlying layer of sequins and fluffy fabric, "were particularly hard to appliquΓ©, especially to make it form this particular pattern while still maintaining the function of water not seeping through....."
She was animated when she spoke. This was what she was most passionate about, her very core.
Fashion design.
Many a night she had stayed up until 4AM to sew,sketch, create new pieces in her diverse collection, which she wore herself, or sold online.
She loved hunching over the machine to the point where she could be diagnosed with scoliosis at a single glance, getting her fingers cut, her ideas melting into the final product.
She then realized it wouldn't really be appreciated here.
"Ah, nevermind I don't think it'd appeal to any of you.....", she said, a bit deflated, smiling a bit sadly.

I really don't think anyone here can appreciate such an art.....
She looked around the halls to the shiny new store-bought clothes, the outfits copied directly from the mannequins at the department store, and the lack of unique print, style, or color.
"Drones.....", she lamented softly.

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Indigo glances back towards the retreating backs of the cheerleaders when Ian assures Kaycee, and indirectly her, that he is fine, before making some snide remark about them. She frowns very slightly, but it is gone as she pulls back that accustomed mellow of smile of hers, the sort that just seems to radiate relaxation and generally helps to give others this feeling that everything is going to be okay. It's probably because the smile gives the idea that she is fully confident that everything is perfectly fine, so confident that it must be true. She looks back towards him, raising one defined eyebrow at his commenting on them being failed government experiments, and then his follow up statement on them being destined for a bad future. Even though he slides in a sweet enough compliment to Indigo and Kaycee with this statement, she feels rather ill at ease with his words. She may have her own biases, everyone does, but she tries her best to remain relatively friendly with as many people as possible. It isn't always completely possible, especially when those people make a point of distancing themselves from people like her, but she finds that it makes life a lot more fulfilling.

"Thanks, Ian, but that's kind of a generalization, isn't it?" she says in a calm voice, closing her locker and leaning lazily against it. This isn't going to be a popular opinion with the group she is among, she knows, because ruling classes don't have exclusive ownership rights to prejudice. As if to soften her comment, Indigo smiles again and shrugs, running her hands through her hair, which is still wet from her morning shower. The attention from her statement is taken, anyway, by Kaycee, when the girl proceeds to lean down to fix her shoe before slipping in a way that almost looks like a cartoon character, landing directly on her backside and prompting an undercurrent of laughter and whispers from the surrounding students. Indigo glances over at them with a gaze so serious that it actually hushes a few, if only because people aren't always very accustomed to seeing that particular young woman with a foul expression on her face.

When Kaycee brings attention to her bag, Indigo can't help but smile at her, because, as mentioned before, she loves to watch people talk with passion. Kaycee has such an animated way about her that just watching her speak makes Indigo feel both refreshed and a little bit energized herself. Unlike Kaycee, she lacks any talent for clothing, and most of her clothing comes from thrift stores and sales racks anyway. It isn't that her parents don't give her money for working for her to get clothing with, but that she'd rather save as much as possible to by that new board she's been looking at, or some replacement wheels, or pay for the next Yoga session. Clothing just isn't a major priority to her, and it never has been, to be honest.

"It's very pre-" Indigo begins, but then she catches Kaycee muttering the word Drones, something clearly aimed towards most of the student body. This pulls a sigh out of the mellow young woman, who runs her hands through her hair again and studies her feet, and by extension the sandals they are wrapped in, before deciding to speak.

"People are all paper from a distance, Kaycee," she reminds her in a soft voice, before smiling again and rolling her neck, which is feeling rather stiff at the moment. "You're making people into who you expect them to be," she adds in an almost scolding tone, before shrugging and, far more passively, tagging "Well, Maybe, anyway," onto her statement.

Not that she can talk, having a certain prejudice towards the preps.

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Only making it a couple of feet from her locker before Aaron along with his group of jocks pulled over the cheerleaders. In most occasions when people tried to wave her over at most she would give them a small wave and keep it moving but for her football jocks she didn't mind being late. She played along with Aaron's flirting she wasn't really interested in the guy but she had to admit she liked the attention besides having someone hit on you was always flattering.

"What is that bitch looking it ?!" Mikaela looked from Aaron to Nicole "Omfg! Nikki it is way to earlier for this shit. What's wrong ?" Mikaela said as Aaron started playing in her hair. "That girl with the bushy ass eyebrows is over there grilling us mad hard. Like damn I know were beautiful but that staring stuff is really creepy." Mikaela laughed when Nicole mentioned the girl's eyebrows as she glanced over at the girl that was looking in their direction with a raised brow. They were cheerleaders which meant there was always someone looking at them for one reason or the next.

"Do you even know who she is? Her name? Her clique? Anything?," the girls all looked around at each other than at the guys before looking back at Mikaela with shaking heads and shrugging shoulders. "Then that makes the bitch irrelevant and unless you have the energy to waste there is no reason to stress unimportant people," the girls nodded and Mikaela could still see Nicole eying the girl which made her chuckle.

Just then another body managed to hit the floor this time not Ian but a red headed girl Mikaela wasn't able to put a name to just by looking at her. The collective group of jocks and cheerleaders all laughed along with the rest of the crowd "What is up with everyone today. Did any of these losers learn how to walk right ?!" Nicole said loud enough to be heard over the hall of laughter by her clique. When the girl began to laugh along with the rest of them the amusement in it all fell and Mikaela sensing that things were over decided now would be a good time to get to class. "Well looks like the fun is over here. Come on girls let's get to class," hugging the jocks one by one she made her way pass them and started down the hallway.

When they arrived to class the room was still empty seeing as the bell hadn't rang yet. There was still no sign of Paige but Mikaela wasn't worry about it because unlike her Paige was almost never left for class. Sending her cheerleaders off to save their seats Mikaela went to the bathroom. She didn't really have to go but it wasted time and she got to run into she knew. On her way back to room she uploaded a photo she taken of herself to instragram. As she got closer to the room she noticed a familiar blonde just outside the room "Paige!" Mikaela screamed as she ran over to her bestie wrapping her up in a hug of love. "It took you long enough to get here!" she said as she peeled back her arms to let her friend out of her grip. "You know I don't stay awake during class if your not there to annoyingly keep me awake."

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"Thanks, Ian, but that's kind of a generalization, isn't it?" Indigo stated and Ian flushed with shame. He knew he was stereotyping, which was one of the things about high school that he hated, but he wasn't able to help it. He sighed and looked at her guiltily as he responded.

"I didn't exactly mean it that way... Okay, maybe i was generalizing, but I meant to do it as a compliment to you and Kaycee. There are a few cheerleaders that are genuinely nice and good-hearted, but most of the ones in this school are not. Paige and Mikaela are good people from what I've experienced, but they are slaves to the clique if you know what I mean," Ian stated, past memories making his statement more bitter than he was intending it to be.

Kaycee went on about her handbag and Ian could tell it was well-made once he pushed away the very male instinct to dismiss it as a simple bag for caring money and other girly things. He supposed he appreciated different forms of beauty or maybe he was more practical than anything. Still, he listened politely and tried to understand what Kaycee was saying.

"Ah, nevermind I don't think it'd appeal to any of you....." Kaycee finished.

"Your handbag looks better than most I've seen, but I'm not the best judge. Still, it looks good on your shoulder and marketable," Ian told her honestly, feeling a little guilty that he didn't know more about these things.

Kaycee made a comment and Indigo lectured her now, causing him to grin. He appreciated both girls' personalities and Indigo was way more fair and easygoing than anyone he had ever met. He hoped she considered him a friend. He hoped they both did. He turned to Jacob.

"That Stephen kid... He looks like he's trying to reach Nirvana if you get what I mean. He'll probably join the Free-Spirit clique unless he finds a way not to... I suppose the school will group him there with or without his consent, though," he stated with a shrug. That was the way things worked. It was most prominent in high school, but people were still grouped outside of it by interests, nationality, race, income-level, religion, and everything else imaginable.

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Indigo spoke up.
"People are all paper from a distance, Kaycee," she said in a soft voice, smiling. Then, she cracked her neck, and Kaycee winced."You're making people into who you expect them to be," she scolded, before adding nonchalantly,"Well, Maybe, anyway,".

"What if what I expect them to be is what they truly are? I mean, I no I'm no higher power or whatever, but I know most of these people fit their stereotypes pretty well, save for a few. " Kaycee responded.

Ian commented on her bag."Your handbag looks better than most I've seen, but I'm not the best judge. Still, it looks good on your shoulder and marketable," Ian told her. She was elated someone liked it. She knew Ian was a nerd,and a boy nerd at that, so he didn't really have experience with fashion. So it meant a lot that an ignorant was complimenting it.

He started talking to Jacob, something about a new "free-spirit" in the school.
"Not to eavesdrop, even though I'm right here, but there's a new kid!?What? Is he hot?! Is he single?", she asked.
She walked over to her locker, where she was still at a hearing distance, and opened it.
A shiny mirror, one of those detachacle shelves, and loads of Sticky-Notes.
Also, a collage of Niall from One Direction. She blew him a kiss.
She grabbed her books,her bag, and a new batch of Sticky-Notes and then closed it.

Just then, the bell rang , signaling everyone they had four minutes to get to their classes.
She took her muffin out of her bag and took three huge bites.
Swallowing, she looked back at the gang.
"Nevermind, tell me at lunch. I'll be looking for you guys. Later, amigos!" She waved.
And she strode over to class, chewing on her delicious muffin.
A new boy? And I was not aware?! This is the best thing since burned toast!
Was that the expression?

She had finished half of her muffin as she got to the door of the room, and slipped in.
Kaycee neatly arranged her things on the desk.
The notebook was in the center, along with other books for the class.
Her Sticky-Notes, to the right of it.
She evasively took the tape recorder in her bag, and shoved it closer to the open zipper. No one would be able to see it at this angle.
She sat down, waiting for class to begin, and she chewed on a chocolate chip.

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"Ah, well, then, I'm sorry for sounding naggy," Indigo apologizes to Ian when he admits to knowing that not everyone is going to be exactly the same simply because they are in the same clique. After all, Indigo and Kaycee are both in the same clique, but they are completely different people all the same. A social group does not define who a person is, nor should it be the only criteria that people use when forming judgments about people. When Kaycee mentions knowing for a fact that several of the people she stereotypes are exactly who she views them to be, Indigo winces slightly and then bites her lip, keeping back words. This conversation clearly isn't going to make them budge, and so she decides that it would be best to move on for now, and prevent there from being any tension. Still, she can't help but think about what Kaycee has said, and combine it with various secrets that she knows, but that don't belong to her. Like how Angela, viewed as one of the bitchiest of the cheerleaders, is verbally abused by her parents, and frequently forced out of the house at night. She knows this because Angela is her neighbor, but doesn't give this example because it is not her secret to tell- not even one that she has any right to know, honestly.

She watches Kaycee light up with Ian's comment, and can't help but move on and smile at the girl's elation. As far as smiles go, Indigo has always had a bit of a weak immune system, hardly able to stop from cracking one when she sees others so genuinely happy about something. Of course, her interest soon jumps to the apparent new kid, this interest mostly involving his current relationship status and his appearance. Indigo laughs softly at her excitement, pulling her Calculus AB textbook out of her locker just as the bell rings. "See you then," she tells Kaycee with a smile, even though the bubbly young woman hadn't really been addressing her about it.

Let's see. This year is Calculus AB, then AP Art, and then...right! AP Lit and Comp, just before lunch, Indigo muses over the first half of her schedule, before looking over towards Ian once more. "What class are you heading to? If we're going in the same direction, we can walk together," she suggests, shifting her textbook and sketchbook into her other arm, revealing slight red marks on the arm that had been carrying them a moment ago. "Hopefully we'll have a class together this year- I think we only had one together last year, right? It was just a core, though, so that's to be expected, I suppose."