My First Love ((IC-Still Accepting))

Aika · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Aika** on Mon Jan 18, 2010 12:04 pm

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Skylar Evans
A buzz rang through Skylar Evans ears. Her hand flew up and slammed down on the snooze button on her digital alarm clock. She weakly open one eye and glanced at the time. 6:30 AM. Time to get ready for school. Sighing, Skylar threw the blankets off her slender figure and twisted her legs off her bed and stood up. She stretched as she stood up and looked down, yawning. She had on the white and blue shorts she always wore and her white tank. It was her usual sleeping clothes. Skylar trudged her way to her small bathroom. It was small, hardly any room to do anything, but it was her own, and she was happy with that. Letting out another yawn, Skylar reached in through the shower curtains and turned on the water, starting with hot first. After it was as hot as it'd get, she turned on a little cold-she didn't want to risk burning her skin.

When she was sure the water was fine, Skylar took off her pajamas and threw them in the dirt clothes basket sitting next to the blue-green toilet. She then let her hair down and shook it free before stepping in the shower. She winced just a bit as the water hit her skin, surprising her a little bit. In a matter of seconds, she was used to it and began washing off her body and hair. Once all the soap was rinsed off, she bent to the side and turned the knobs, turning the water off. Her arm reached out of the shower and grabbed the towel hanging over the sink. She wrapped it around her slender figure before pulling the curtain aside and stepping out. She wiped the fog off the bathroom mirror and sighed, staring at her reflection, tilting her head to the side.

She walked back into her bedroom and looked around, hands on her hips. She then walked into her closet to find something to wear. Finally deciding on her Forever 21 dress and brown sandals. She decided to just blow-dry and leave her hair down that day, falling in shimmering and silky waves around her face. She skipped downstairs and made herself some Fruity Pebbles cereal with toast and jam. She sat down at the table, with a glass of orange juice, and eat her breakfast in peace. She figured nobody else must be up yet, so she kept quite and decided to let them rest.

After she finished eating, Skylar washed her breakfast dishes and left them in the dish drainer to dry as she went back up to her room, as quite as a mouse, and back into her bathroom. She took out her green toothbrush and applied on some Wintergreen toothpaste and started brushing her teeth. After that was done, she rinsed her mouth with some minty mouthwash and then put on her natural-colored make-up. Just a little beige eyeshadow with light pink gloss. She then grabbed up her butterfly messenger bag and slung it over her shoulder, at the same time grabbing up her purse that she got this past Christmas from her best friend.

When she was downstairs, she grabbed the keys to her Toyota Chevy Cruze. When she was sure that she had everything she needed, Skylar headed outside to her car. She opened the drivers' door and threw her bag and purse in the front seat. She was then heading to her school she went to.

Phillip Jackson
This morning was like any other for Phillip. His alarm clock buzzed, waking him up along with the rest of his family; including his two year old baby sister. Sighing, Phillip turned the alarm off and stood up, stretching his aching muscles. His black silk boxers rested on his waist, ending a little above his knees. He was a morning person, so he woke easily. Phillip took a long shower last night right before we went to bed, so he figured he wouldn't take one this morning. Instead, he walked into his little sister's room and picked her up, kissing the side of her head. She giggled and looked up at her older brother with wide brown eyes. After giving her another kiss and telling her he loves her, Phillip set her back down on her bed and went back into his own bedroom.

Phillip opened the sliding wooden door to his closet and rummaged through his clothes, picking out his favorite white V-neck tee shirt and his black jeans with his white sneakers. After raking his hand through his short black hair, he grabbed up his black backpack and keys to his neon green car. After saying bye to his family, and little sister, he was in his car, backpack in the seat beside him, and headed to the high school, stopping by McDonald's to pick up a McMuffin and sweet tea.

UCTigerette · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **UCTigerette** on Mon Jan 18, 2010 12:52 pm

Tiernan Johns

Tiernan was not a morning person. He had already hit the snooze button on his AC/DC alarm clock three times. Reluctantly, Tiernan scrambled out of bed and raised his arms over his head, stretching. He let his arms dropped as he looked down at his night attire. He was wearing black pajama bottoms and no shirt. Most nights he just slept in his boxers, but last night it was impossibly cold in his house so he had slipped on his black fleece pants. No matter how cold it had gotten, Tiernan could never sleep with a shirt on, that went beyond his comfort zone.

Tiernan walked over to his closet and slid the metal door back. He remembered when he had gotten the metal door. His parents had let him rennovate his entire room, exactly how he wanted it. He had come from a wealthy family and he was pretty much spoiled. He couldn't help it though. Even though he had money, he was still a sweet guy. He scanned his clothes hanging on the hangers and finally decided on a black and blue Hurley T-Shirt with just some regular blue jeans and his Adio skate shoes. After gathering his clothes, Tiernan walked to his bathroom and closed the door. He had already taken a shower the night before and skipped it now. He pulled on his clothes and then brushed his long brown hair. After brushing his teeth with his Colegate Spearmint toothpast, Tiernan headed down stairs.

He found a note on the fridge from his mother explaining that she and his father had already left and would be home late so he shouldn't wait up. It was typical of them he thought and he decided to not put anything to it. He grabbed a Honey Nut Cheerio Cereal Bar and grabbed the keys to his black Mustang GT. He climbed in the seat and turned the key. He spun out of the drive way and headed to his best friend's house to pick her up.

Tamsin "Sin" Tatum

Tamsin had been up for over an hour. She always woke up very early and she couldn't never understand why. She would climb up onto her roof and look at the sunrise. It was one of her favorite things to do. The sun had just risen and Tamsin climbed down from the roof and went inside her little house. Her parents didn't have loads of money and she accepted that. They still provided her with everything she needed. She walked to her bedroom and sifted through her clean clothes basket. Her parents were hippies. They never cared if Tamsin's clothes were ironed and hung up. Tamsin finally settled on her frilly russett colored top with her matching skirt that swept the ground. She walked to their only bathroom and banged on the door for her little sister to vacate.

Finally after he sister left the small bathroom, Tamsin turned on the hot water and watched the steam run through the room. She then turned the knob to let the cold mingle with the hot, creating the perfect temperature for Tamsin's body. She slipped off her Tinkerbell night shirt and stepped into the shower. She quickly lathered her hair with the shampoo and next with the conditioner. After washing, her body with her dove shower gel, she grabbed a towel and stepped out. She towel dried her hair just a little and then applied a handful of mousse to increase the curls. Her reddish brown hair was fixed. Tamsin brushed her teeth and skipped applying make-up, she didn't need it and it was a waste of time in her opinion.She grabbed her bag and went and sat on her steps waiting for Tiernan to arrive.

MasterCherry · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **MasterCherry** on Mon Jan 18, 2010 2:10 pm

Tyler Rodmund

Tyler sat in his bed and listened to the yelling, the yelling that never stopped. He didn't need an alarm clock; every morning he could hear his father's yells and his mother's screams. They were always on time when it came to arguing with each other.

He'd been sitting there for a while now, not wanting to step outside the sanctum of his room to get to the bathroom. It never boded well with him to get into the middle of one of their fights; he still had the evidence of that on his right arm. His father had a really strong grip.

Reluctantly, he forced himself out of the safe cacoon that his blankets offered, out of the only hug of warmth he ever recieved from anything or anyone. It would be another bad day, he could tell. However, being hurt at school was a lot better then being hurt at home. He preferred the abuse from his schoolmates then that of his parents. He didn't have to like the people at his school so they could do whatever they wanted to him, but he loved his parents no matter what they did and for some reason it hurt that much more to be abused by people you love.

Tyler gathered up his outfit for the day; it was his usual display of all black and long sleeves. He also gathered his school supplies. He took everything into the bathroom with him so he could deposit his dirty clothes into the hamper, get dressed, and then leave without ever having to linger any longer then he had to. His parents wouldn't mind if he didn't say good morning, and he certainly didn't expect them to say it to him.

In the bathroom, he quickly tore off his simple red pajama pants and black T-shirt, started the shower, stripped his boxers off, and jumped into the shower. It was cold, but he was used to it. He never waited for the water to warm up because that meant he would risk his parents meeting him in the hall or something like that, and he didn't want to do that. He scrubbed his pale skin almost harshly in his attempt at a speedy shower.

A few minutes later, he was brushing through his brown, unruly hair and brushing his teeth at the same time. When he finished, he pulled on his clothes and his cheap wristwatch. He checked the time; he was going to be late to school. He had been late a few times, so as long as he didn't miss his first class he would be okay.

The only bright spot in his life was the incredibly beautiful girl he'd fallen in love with at school; he had a few friends, but he wouldn't let them get to close,, he just couldn't help it. He didn't want them to see how much his life sucked. But her.... She had long dark hair and the most beautiful voice and eyes and face... She was perfect. But he was invisible at school unless he was being picked on or beat up, so he truly doubted that she even knew he was alive. But that was fine by him, no one he loved paid him any attention anyway and if they did he didn't want it. Maybe it was for the best that she didn't know who he was. She probably dated someone worthy anways....

He grabbed his bookbag and made his way out of the house. It would take about ten minutes to get there if he ran.... Not a good day, most definitely not a good day....

theywilldrown · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **theywilldrown** on Mon Jan 18, 2010 7:27 pm

Vivi Anderson

Vivi awoke with a start. Sacre bleu! She was five minutes late for when she was supposed to wake up, a trivial amount for most, but not for Vivi. She ran through the large house and skipped into the bathroom. Today was the first day of school with other teenagers and she was severely excited. She took a quick shower and while she was blow-drying her hair she became aware of her brother Elias standing behind her. "Are you ready slow poke?" he said happily. She turned to him and smiled, there was finally starting to be peach fuzz on his head and his thin body actually looked like he was filling out a bit.
"Tu es tres stupide Elias," she said, not actually meaning that her dear twin brother was very stupid but she said it anyways. They were supposed to be twins, she thought, twins were supposed to look alike correct? She looked at herself in the mirror then at the frail thing behind her. She was so shocked at what the cancer had done to him. They looked so much alike when they were younger. What had happened? She felt the tears well up in her throat but she forced them back down so Elias wouldn't notice. Why couldn't her parents just let him go with her? She was afraid...she was so afraid. What if the other kids didn't like her? What if she didn't like them? What if they hated her accent? What if they ridiculed her? Oh maman, pourquoi? Pourquoi est-ce je dois aller a l'ecole? She sighed and finished getting ready throwing on her clothes and walking out the door. She grabbed her keys out of her purse and hopped in her charcoal gray Chevy HHR. She drove to the school the back way her heart pounding out her small chest and her breath caught in her throat. She was scared to be the new kid.

Drew

"DUDE, GET UP NOW MAN, YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" Drew's brother yelled from the hall. Drew yawned weakly and rolled over. His brother was right it was time to get up, he felt it sad that his little brother had to make sure he got up in the morning. He sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm up jack-..." Drew decided it would be best not to cuss out his little brother and jumped in the shower. The water was a little bit colder than he liked but he knew that was the best the family could do. They weren't exactly the richest people in town, unless you counted religion. Drew rolled his eyes angrily, that was the reason he somewhat hated his family, was the mural of Jesus in his shower really necessary. He growled and turned off the shower, he stepped out of the shower and threw on a towel. He admired himself in the mirror for a second. For a 6'2 skinny guy, he was actually rather attractive. He grinned his signature grin and walked out to find clothes. Boxers, a t-shirt, pants, and a nice jacket, he threw them on and sprayed on a bit of cologne. He glanced in the mirror and smiled, yeah this is good. He walked outside and climbed into his black Nissan Xterra which he loved more than most humans. Well, except Thomas...he shook his head at the thought and vowed that this year he would find a new love, be it boy or girl. He was excited, the world was in his hands.

UCTigerette · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **UCTigerette** on Mon Jan 18, 2010 10:26 pm

Tiernan Johns & Tamsin Tatum

Tiernan drove his black Mercedes over to Sin's house. She was already waiting on her doorstep. That girl was always incredibly early. "Sin!" Tier said over playing his enthusiasm. "I haven't seen you for what?" He asked. "Two whole days now?" Tier's amusement shown in his eyes. He loved that Sin was his best friend, but honestly that's all she was. "Yes, that two days without you was excruciating!" Sin replied playing along. "I sat in my room and cried my eyes out wondering when I would every see my devishly handsome Tier again." By the completion of her sentence she was doubled over in laughter. He loved her sense of humor and that she accepted him for him, not for his money. "Come on, get in or we're going to be late and we don't need that on the first day of school." Tier told Sin in his most serious voice. Sin giggled. "Being late never killed anyone."

Once inside the car, Tier put on Three Days Grace and just a soon as the music could be heard, Sin switched it to country. She knew country botherd Tiernan to his core, but couldn't help provoking him right now. It was all to funny. "Change is back." Tier said. "Make me!" Sin said, laughter dancing in her eyes. After a few seconds Sin changed the station back and relaxed in the passenger seat. She was excited for the new school. year. She loved Tiernan like a brother, but that's exactly what he was; like a brother. This year she vowed to find someone worth her time. Someone to love. She had a bigger range than most, being bisexual.

lonelysundays · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **lonelysundays** on Tue Jan 19, 2010 1:19 am

Starlyne knew it was late, deep in her dream of a pink sky with blue grass. Waterfalls and black clouds, she knew she was late. Continuing to sleep, her silk pillows all around her. "MADAME, YOU NEED TO GET UP!" letting out a mumble, she grabbed for the nearest silt pillow, throwing it over her face. The curtains where whipped a side as little footsteps stomped on the muffled ground, with clothes everywhere, there was barely any floor. "GET UP MADAME!", letting out a final sigh, Starlyne lifted herself from the large pillow and looked around the room.

The entire room was her sanctuary. The floor, was a soft black carpet, felt like heaven between your toes. Where the ceiling met the walls, one could easily see the silver that ran around the room. The entire room had a purple and black theme to it, silver as the accents, silk purple and black pillows. Sitting area, porch, amazing pictures of her favorite bands in concert. She loved it in here, more then out there some of the time. But life continued, and you had to go with it.

The little feet stomping around the room, now carrying a pile of clothes taller than herself, was Maria. A petite, 4"9' tall, or rather short Italian woman, which had practically raised Starlyne at her time with her father. She was bossy, very bossy, but knew when to shut up and listen to reason, and request. Starlyne respected her, although place was put, she had the power to be a brat, but that would be out of character.

Star swung back the silk geese feather douvè and crawled off the king sized bed. Her father had demanded on this ordeal. her extragagent room getting recieving full treatment.. she found it a bit of a hassle, but she was grateful. Walking down the long hallway, she quickly took off the wife beater and polka-dot boxer shorts. Getting to the shower, she washed her hair, with minimal care. Star's hair was always beautiful, even when she'd roll out of bed without brushing it.

Fifteen minutes later, after a good shower, she dried herself off, ran a towel through her hair, brushing her teeth, flossing, running on some eyeliner, and went into her walk-in closet back down the hall, now moving at a normal speed.. Grabbing a volcom tshirt, pink skinny jeans, and her blue and orange necklace, as well as her maroon converse (no heel) she started to slip them on as well as her leather jacket. She looked to the side and saw all the purses she owned and never bought. These were mostly gifts, but Starlyne hated purses, so she didn't even both to go into that side of the room.

Walking out of the over-sized bed room, she grabbed her new bowler hat, and sunglasses she grabbed the keys to her motorcycle, and started walking down the huge descending stair case. "Good morning Paul." Paul was one of the workers her dad had hired. She's known him for a while, and enjoys his quiet company. "G'Mornin' to ya madame" he bowed his head down slightly, after speaking in his harsh cockney accent.

Starlyne took a left at the bottom of the stairs, and made her way to the kitchen. The house was so large, it took a few minuted just to get anywhere. Walking into the black marble and silver accent'ed kitchen, she plopped herself down on the bar stool. Two small chocolate chip pancakes, where stacked on her plate. "Aw, thanks Maria.." Starlyne rarely bothered with breakfast, usually a one granola bar at a stop sign on the way to school was as close as she would get.
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After eating some of the pancakes on her plate, and hugging Maria goodbye, Starlyne headed for the door. Pulling at the gold handle, the 10foot white door pulled open. She walked out of the house and to the 4th garage to the left. Pushing the code onto the security pad, the door lifted steadily. There stood her baby, 2010 BMW HP2 Sport. Sher received it for her birthday last year, and fell in love with it.

Starlyne mounted the bike, grabbing onto her blue and black helmet, placing the hat she was wearing and sunglasses in the seat compartment. She closed up her jacket, lowered the shade on the helmet, pushing the key inside the bike, and revving it to life. Placing the bike in reverse, she moved back after slightly pushing on the throttle. Moments later, she was making 2 sharp rounds around the large water fountain and speeding away from the magnificent home.

wishiwuzhizdreamgirl · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **wishiwuzhizdreamgirl** on Tue Jan 19, 2010 5:41 pm

"If you could see im the one who understands you been here all along so why cant you seee you belong with me " The sound of her favorite love song woke her up.

Angel DeAnamarco rose in her bed shaking her hair loose from the ponytail she put it in the night before her long hair reaching her bottom and spreading out on the bed a little bit. Throwing off the sheets and got up dancing in a white cami and pink boyshorts singing into a brush and laughing. Running into the closet she had which was huge, she went through her clothes, music blasting.

"Youve got a smile that could light up this whole town.."

Laughing she threw on a jean mini skirt, a white halter top and wedges. Standing in the mirror she did her make up, making her look stunning like always. Being the popular girl at school was hard. and she tried her best to fit into the image she was holding. Cheerleading captain, every guys dream girl. But she didnt always want to be seen for that she was a person too...

I remeber you driving to my house in the middle of the night..

She smiled and grabbed her bag turned off her radio, grabbed her cellphone and left. Getting into the passenger side door of her mustang convertable GT she slid the roof down the warm sunshine on her shoulders and she tore out of her driveway and sped to school.

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Pulling into the school she put the top up opened the door and locked her car, and headed towards the inside.

Aika · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Aika** on Tue Jan 19, 2010 9:57 pm

Skylar Evans
After finding her usual parking place, close to the back of the school, Skylar shut the engine off and gathered her bag and other belongings. Sighing, she opened the car door and stepped out, closing it behind her. The soft breeze blew her silky curly hair around her beautiful face as she made her way into the school building. In a matter of minutes, she'd be swarmed by some of her close friends, and her bestest, Tiera Joy. As she made her way to her locker, 1-322, she was greeted by several people, and very few teachers. She wasn't popular, no, and she prayed to god for that. She just knew and liked a lot of people.

Three minutes later, Skylar was standing at her locker, entering in the combo. Usually, she had problems with opening her locker, but lately she has been getting better at it. She managed to open it the first try. Once the door was propped open, Skylar began unloading the extra books she took home last night for homework back into her locker, and taking out only her English stuff-just the ones she needed for now. She still had fifteen minutes before class actually began, so Skylar decided on meeting up with Tiera and a few of her other friends, including her obnoxious and annoying cousin, Phillip. She still loved him, though.

After getting out her english materials, she stuffed her bag into the locker and closed the metal blue door, heading outside to the courtyard. Once there, she spotted Tiera sitting at a table under a oak tree with Cathy and Charles, no sign of Phillip just yet. No surprise. He was usually the last to arrive to join the group. When Tiera signaled for Skylar to get over there, she obyed. Cathy and Charles were sitting side-by-side, flirting and kissing on each other. They've been going out for two years now, and that impressed Skylar. Usually her friends' relationships didn't last that long. Sighing, she plopped her purse and books down on top of the marble table and took the vacant seat next to Tiera. "Hey, how'd you sleep last night?" Tiera asked, tearing her eyes from Cathy and Charles love session to focus on Skylar. "Eh, same. Ate, homework, snack, finish homework, computer, then bed." Skylar said, grinning as Tiera let out a soft giggle.

"When's Phillip suppose to be here?" Charles asked, turning his attention over to Skylar. She shrugged her shoulders, and her eyebrows. "Not sure. You know he's always late." She said, and they all started laughing.

Phillip Jackson
Phillip was stuck in traffic-a old lady wouldn't move her ass. He was easily frustrated while driving, especially from people who purposefully decide not to budge their vehicles. Finally, though, everything began running smoothly, and as he passed the old gray civic with a aging woman behind the wheel, he flicked her off, not caring what she did or if she even saw it. During the rest of the ride to the high school, he only had to stop at one stop sign and one red light-but it lasted about ten seconds.

Soon enough, Phill was pulling his car up into the student lot and taking his stuff out with him. He skipped going to his locker and instead made his way to the courtyard, where he was meeting his friends and quirky cousin, Skylar. As he stepped out the door, he spotted them, and a couple of angry glares. Mostly from Skylar and Tiera, her best friend. "Ah, come on. Ya'll still love me." He said, grinning as he wedged himself between the two females.

lonelysundays · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **lonelysundays** on Tue Jan 19, 2010 11:27 pm

Speeding down the long private street off the estate, took a few minuted. Classes were already starting, and Starlyne was sure she was going to be late. As she moved down the street, she remembered how her father had named it after her. "Star Shine Avenue," was the name he gave it when he first heard she was coming to live with him, after her mothers death. Starlyne is a kind of daddy's girl. She loves football and cars and knows what shes talking about. Wrestling is one of her favorite things to watch on television with her friends, because they all get really into it, and popcorn usually ends up all around the large theater room.

Moving off the private road, she made her way to Main Street, this usually took a while, since she lived so far away from everyone. Driving down the street, she would speed. The police knew her father well, and usually let it slip. If not, she would apologize and responsibly make sure to pay the ticket.

Leading down onto Main Street, she glanced at all the small stores and boutiques. She didn't enjoy shopping much, but when she did end up going with the girls from school, it was fine. Starlyne was with the popular girls from the beginning of her high school career. She wasn't sure why this happened, maybe the blonde hair. But she had no control over this, she was close with the seniors, as well as her grade. Her closest friends were the boys, and usually when the seniors were having some sort of trouble with their crushes, they'd come running, doesn't mean she'd fess up.

The boys were easy for Starlyne, they talked about sex, and wrestling, football and racing. She grew up with it, it was familiar to her. She wasn't prude, so talking about sex wasn't a big deal, she was open about it, which made it easy for her to relate to them. The girls were comforting in a way the boys couldn't be. She could be something more with them, like first-nature. With the boys it was more like instinct. Complicated to understand, but so are most things in life.

She thought about his as she made her way down the street. She was 5 minutes away from the school now, and pretty excited now. School was the same old same old. She would go to her classes... sometimes and do what she needed to do, then head out to hang out on the steps with most of her friends.

As most people, she wasn't best friends with everyone. Most girls had their own little cliques in her grade, they'd hang out in the quad. But she would pride herself in being nice to everyone, they would exchange greetings and talk about their classes, but never much more. She found it easier to hang out with the older kids, and them having accepted her from early on, was convenient.

Making a sharp turn on the bike, and stopped into the back of the lot, parking in the spot. She quickly moved off the bike seat, pressing the button and it lifted open. Starlyne never took a backpack to school until about a few days in, there was no point. Slipping off the helmet and throwing it into the compartment, she grabbed her hat and sunglasses, heading for the school after closing the compartment and taking out the keys.

wishiwuzhizdreamgirl · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **wishiwuzhizdreamgirl** on Wed Jan 20, 2010 8:28 am

Angel turned and smiled as Starlyne entered the building. Starlyne was like a sister to her, had been forever, and she usually called her Twinkle or Twink for short, for Twinkle Twinkle Little Star was the first song they learned together.

"Hey Twink, You look nice. Ready for the new year, and of course new boys?" She laughed. Angels laugh was like a beautiful sound, a twinkling of windchimes that made such abeautiful sound. Many people were envious, and many boys were drawn in by it, that and her voice. Her voice was like silk wrapping around someone.

Angel flicked her hair back behind her shoulder switching her purse to her other shoulder. Inside her bag a small notebook and a little bag of pens rested against her wallet and makeup bag. The first few days of school were "get to know each other" as if they didnt grow up together and all, and didnt require backpacks.

Walking down the hall with Starlyne, she noticed a few kids sitting outside, they werent popular but they were known. Turning back to Starlyne she smiled. "So any sudden romances since I have been gone for the last 2 weeks of summer?"

Angels family usually visited Italy every year, or whenever she wanted, and the last 2 weeks of summer were manditory to be spent there.

DyingHere · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DyingHere** on Wed Jan 20, 2010 12:07 pm

Click. Jake's eyes flew open immediately in response to the sound of something inside the digital clock on his bedside table preparing itself to set the alarm off, to be greeted by the luminous red display; 5:55, same as every morning. Sighing softly, he rolled onto his back to stare up at his ceiling, trying to go over the dream he;d just been having, but as with most of his dreams lately, it had already faded to the point where he couldn't even remember the basics of what it had been about. He struggled with this for a further five minutes, until the buzz of his alarm broke his concentration. A hand shot out of the bed and smacked the clock sharply; the buzzing stopped, and Jake got out of bed. He could hear his mom downstairs already, probably being the pain she was and making him breakfast; he called 'Good morning' to her as he walked past the stairs to get to the bathroom, but used the noise from the shower as an excuse to ignore whatever her response was.

Half an hour, some shampoo and some shower gel later and Jake emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, one towel wrapped around his waist, the other in his hand being used to dry his hair. Crossing the landing to his bedroom, he threw the second towel onto his bed and went to inspect the content of his wardrobe, settling with jeans and a pastel blue, long-sleeved, round-necked t-shirt. He dressed quickly, and was downstairs just in time to grab a piece of toast off the plate his mother was offering to him and head for the back door; she gave him a disapproving look and shook her head.
"You never sit down to eat anymore."
"Mmf, mom, I never have time anymore!" Jake insisted through a mouthful of toast.
"But you need your breakfast."
"Mom, seriously, eating a piece of toast in the car on the way to school never killed anyone."
"Well--" his mom began to protest, but he cut her off with a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Love you, mom. I'll see you later, okay?" He had his jacket on by this time, with his bag slung over his shoulder, and was reaching for his keys; he had also grabbed a second piece of toast, which was secure in his other hand.
"Drive safe!"
"Yeah, yeah."

He made his way toward his emerald green '09 Honda Accord, chuckling softly to himself. His mom was great, but she fussed and worried too much, and he needed a break. Climbing in behind the wheel, he turned the key in the ignition, reversed down the driveway and took off in the direction of school, Alkaline Trio blasting through his ears via his iPod, wondering what this year would bring.

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Jake spun his car into the school's parking lot and reversed into his usual space, pausing for a second before getting out to look up at the school and take it all in. A new year; a new start. Hmm. Sighing to himself, he cut the engine, leaned over to grab his bag off the passenger seat, and got out of the car, slamming the door and locking it before turning to lean against it. A quick sweep of the grounds gave him a rough idea of the people who had bothered to show up for the first day, and if he was honest he was surprised that most had. He spotted Starlyne across the lot, and did a funny jerk that would've been amusing to anyone watching as he made to approach her but hesitated when he saw who she was talking to; Angel DeAnamarco. It wasn't that he didn't like her, he just preferred to avoid popular people. Starlyne was okay; he'd more or less grown up with her, and she was one of his best friends, but all the same, he still tended to avoid her while they were in school.

Steeling himself, he lifted his bag onto his shoulder and made his way through the crowd and toward the school itself; he caught Starlyne's eye on his way past and flashed her a quick smile before slipping through the large doors to the main building. He knew - or rather hoped - that his friend wouldn't be insulted by this most brief of greetings; just because he preferred to be part of the background while she liked life in the foreground didn't mean that she wasn't always going to be his best friend.

The corridors were practically deserted, as they always were on the first day of school - just the way Jake liked them. He believed he had English for first lesson, so he headed toward his classroom, and was delighted to find it empty of both pupils and teachers. Taking advantage of the fifteen minutes of silence before the bell rang, he sat down in his usual seat in the far corner at the back of the room, threw his bag onto the floor beside him, pulled out a book and proceeded to read.

Lego's Apex Predator · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Lego's Apex Predator** on Wed Jan 20, 2010 2:25 pm

Maryse looked at her clock and jolted out of her bed.
"Crap I'm late." Maryse said as she jumped around her room. She quickly put on her Joey Logan Burn Short Sleeve T-shirt. She also pulled on a pair of jeans. She quickly ran a brush through her hair as she pulled it into a make shift pony tail that she would fix later. After grabbing a pair of Stiletto boots which probably wasn't the best idea but it was the only pair of shoes she had found on the floor.

She grabbed her backpack, coat, and makeup bag and then dashed out of her room and down the stairs.
"Hey why did anybody wake me?" Maryse asked as she past her mom.
"Sorry but we were a little busy this morning." her mom said.
"Uncle Bret stopped by and we got distracted." her dad said.
"Well I'm hoping Rick hasn't left yet or else I need to borrow the car." Maryse said as she walked out the door and headed right next door.

Rick groaned as he rolled over. He squinted at the clock and then sighed. He wasn't on military time and he was really late. Rick got out of bed and pulled on a Chase Authentics® Henderick Motorsports 25th Year Celebration T-Shirt featuring Jeff Gordon. It had been a gift from Maryse and he also pulled on blue jeans. As he put on his sneakers he ran his fingers through his golden brown hair. It fell into place and he yawned. He had been up late last night surfing the internet.

Rick grabbed his backpack and his coat and walked out of his room and went to the door answering the knock. He looked at Maryse.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I woke up late looks like you did to." Maryse said.
"Come on I'll give you a ride." Rick said as he walked out of the house and toward his Audi R8 Spyder. Maryse followed after him and waited for him to unlock the door. When he did she got into the car and opened her makeup bag. Rick shook his head as he drove.
"Leave it to you to do your makeup in the car." Rick said. Maryse shot him a glare as she did her makeup. Maryse was putting on silver eye shadow, mascara, pink eyeliner, foundation, and some soft pink lipstick.
"I hope you know I'm speeding." Rick said.
"We're late so I don't care." Maryse said as she put her makeup bag back into her backpack.

Rick laughed as they pulled into school. Maryse got out of the car and looked at Rick.
"I'll see you if we don't have any classes together." Maryse said as she headed into school. She thought about her schedule and she had Pre-Calculus first. As she walked to the class the empty halls scared her a little. She took a seat in the middle of the class and looked at some of the guys. Maryse still had a glow from going home. She missed it so much some days.

Rick yawned as he walked toward the English room. Well at least he thought he had English first if he didn't would it really matter? Rick walked into the room and took a seat in the back. He didn't want to talk to anyone because he was still tired and just a little bit jetlagged. He and his family went with the Skies to go visit their hometown and they hadn't gotten back until yesterday. Not what he called a good travel plan but he didn't complain.

lonelysundays · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **lonelysundays** on Wed Jan 20, 2010 4:02 pm

Starlyne smiled greatly as she saw Marsye from across the lot, then greeted Angel who was heading towards her. Allowing the girl to take her arm, they walked up the great steps of the school together. Going through the black doors, she caught a quick smile from Jake. Jake was one of her bestfriends, and she didn't use the term loosely. They'd known each other since she moved to the small town, and bounded over a 3rd grade project at which he came to her house to work on it.

That day, they became best friends, joking over football games, and the best players. They were perfect for each other, he was quiet, and she was loud. The fire to his ice. She enjoyed his company, more then most peoples. She watched him walk past her quickly, and turn the corner. She knew why he avoided her, and never got offended. He liked to keep back, and she didn't mind being front and center.

Angel on the other hand, was a good friend, they were friends since elementary school. She was a good friend, and as one of her girl friends, it was comforting to sit in the quad and talk about the new mac line of makeup, or the latest girl who got kicked off america's next top model. Angel was a model, and Star had come to her for some of her shoots, even participated after the photographer insisted. Angel was kind of a big talk in the town, but she had her surprisingly shy moments, which Starlyne respected. Mostly when Angel used to get shy, Starlyne would back off with her, comfort her by putting her in a new scenario, and thus solving the shyness. They needed each other, since they were both outgoing, they kind of countered it. Starlyne loved the nicknames Angel got for people, hers especially, "Twinkle" it was cute, and she'd come up with it so long ago, its like her second name.

They were popular, although Angel hated to deny it, and Starlyne didn't like to show it off. They knew most kids were intimidated by them. Angel was drolled over, which made Starlyne giggle, first day of school she saw all the new ninth graders stop and stare at her. It was entertaining to see, and even better when Starlyne winked at them. Heh, they'd go crazy, running to their friends.

Walking down the great halls of the school was usually what Starlyne did, while in her first period English class, when it got boring, and everyone was still working, while Star usually finished first, she went out for a long "walk". Her teachers loved her, 90 Average student, always doing her shit, it was easy for her, second nature to just get it done, and go out for some fun. She likes to help people out if necessary, shes not a selfish person that way.

Angel had first period English, although she was a senior so she had class with Rick. Just as she thought of this, she noticed Marsye and Rick were back. Knowing Rick, he was tired, and wont want her to tackle him in his English class. Turning to Angle "Speaking of boys, any interests?" they talked about this as they stood in the hallway betweens room 145 and 146, the grade twelve class was taking place next to the grade eleven one, which was handy because when Starlyne got bored, she could easily go sit in the senior class, not like Mr. Smith was going to stop her.

UCTigerette · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **UCTigerette** on Wed Jan 20, 2010 4:23 pm

Tier pulled into his designated parking spot and shut off the engine. He looked around at everyone already there and then grabbed his backpack from the backseat. Sin had already grabbed her bag and waved good-bye, promising to see her at lunch. Dang. She is always in a hurry. Tier thought to himself. He closed his door and hit the automatic lock button on his keychain. He seen everyone there. He looked down at his schedule. Hmm, English. He went to his locker and got everything organized and then headed that way.

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Sin liked to get to class early so she quicly departed ways with Tier at his car and took off to English. When she got there she noticed a boy sitting and reading. He looked familiar and she thought she recognized him as a guy named Jake, but she had never really talked to him. She set her stuff down in the desk beside him. "Hey, I'm Tamsin Tatum, but you can call me Sin, most people do." Tamsin said showing off her best smile to the boy.

Aika · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Aika** on Wed Jan 20, 2010 5:03 pm

Skylar Evans
Skylar's head snapped up as she heard the familiar voice of her oh-so-lovely cousin approaching them, acting all innocent. Sighing, she couldn't help but to break into a smile as he wedged himself between Tiera and her. "Excuse you? We were talking." Tiera said, but traces of amusement was hiding in the way she said it. Rolling his eyes, Phillip just shrugged. "Oh well, you'll get over it." He said, but laughed. His laughter was odd-and it got everybody else to laughing, as well. Skylar gathered her books and stood up, picking her purse up. "Well, I'm going to head to class now, might as well start searching for Mr. Wyatt." Skylar said and noticed confusing glances from her friends. "He's new." She confirmed and they nodded, laughing as Skylar walked off.

She managed to find Mr. Wyatt's English class quite easily-it wasn't that hard. Only two rows from her own locker, so it was easy to get in and out. Skylar cleared her throat as she approached the door-and noticed it was already open. Shrugging, she pushed it open even more and stepped in, her gaze meeting that of a boy she recognized, but didn't know. He was sitting close to the back of the classroom, reading a book. Deciding to be friendly, Skylar went back to sit beside him. "Hey, whatcha reading?" She asked curiously. She actually did want to know-and a lot more about him, also. He had strikingly good looks and nice style. He seemed to be friendly and, well, her type of guy. So she decided on getting to know him better, even though they just now met. "I'm Skylar Evans." She said, introducing herself. She then noticed a girl she did know, but didn't like all that much. "Oh, hey, Sin." She said without much enthusiasm.

ravenstarr · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **ravenstarr** on Wed Jan 20, 2010 6:35 pm

Being late to school, both Adam an Sasha hurried to get dressed. Adam wore simple black jeans that slightly fit his slim figure and a black band t-shirt. He slipped downstairs to wait for Sasha to finish getting ready, praying she would hurry up. As he ate breakfast, he heard Sasha banging around upstairs.

Sasha wasn't worried that they were late, she was worried about looking good. After getting out of the shower, she tossed on a pair of black low cut jeans that hugged her curves perfectly, and a deep army green camo tanktop. Puling her hair up into a sloppy bun, she did her normal makeup, eyeliner and mascara and smiled. Letting her hair down, she flipped it this way and that way to get a messy look. Smiling at her appearance, she went into her room and slipped into a pair of old Vans and grabbed her backpack. As she walked downstairs, she looked at her brother and said, "Ready."

Adam looked up and shook his head.

The drive to school was only a five minute drive so they were there relativity soon. Both walked into their English class just as the bell was ringing.

Adam slipped into the seat next to Jake and Sasha slipped into the seat in front of her brother's friend.

"Hey man. Been awhile since we seen each other." Adam whispered to Jake.

Sasha just smiled and watched the teacher go over the basics.

wishiwuzhizdreamgirl · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **wishiwuzhizdreamgirl** on Wed Jan 20, 2010 6:43 pm

Angel looked at Star, "not yet...we will see maybe this year will be better for me..." She smiled and waved goodbye as she walked into her english class sitting in the back of the room looking out the window.

Being a popular girl and a senior and EXTREMELY beautiful annoyed her sometimes, especially when the boys oogled at her.

(sorry its so short ><)

DyingHere · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **DyingHere** on Wed Jan 20, 2010 7:23 pm

Jake didn't notice that anyone else was in the classroom until someone sat down beside him; glancing sideways away from his book, he nodded once in acknowledgement of the petite brunette girl smiling at him, and was about to return his attention to his book when she spoke, introducing herself as Tamsin Tatum, but telling him to call her Sin. If he had been in any way shallow, his initial reaction would have been to wonder what on earth this girl had done to earn herself such a nickname, but as it was Jake just nodded again, adding a smile this time; "Jake Morgan."

Just then, the door opened again, and this time Jake did look up; his gaze instantly locked with a pair of light brown eyes, and he didn't look away. The second girl watched him inquisitively for a few seconds, before crossing the room to join him and Sin at the back of it. She asked him what he was reading, and introduced herself as Skylar Evans - as if he didn't already know who she was. It didn't surprise him, however, that neither of these girls knew his name - no, the most surprising part about this situation was that two girls in completely different social groups to him had voluntarily spoken to him. In response to Skylar's question, he twisted his wrist so that she was able to read the cover of his book - Great Expectations; Charles Dickens. He didn't care about being mocked for his choice of reading material; Great Expectations was a classic, and he loved it.

Jake opened his mouth to greet the second girl and introduce himself again, but she beat him to it by acknowledging Sin in a tone that was hardly friendly. Quickly deciding that he didn't want to get stuck in between two rival girls, he returned his attention to his book until the door opened again; this time the rest of the class entered, followed by the teacher, who was followed by Adam and Sasha. Jake grinned at them. At last, people he recognised - or, more to the point, people he felt comfortable around. Adam took his usual seat beside him; Sasha sat in front of her brother; Jake noted the page he was up to, closed his book, and slowly slid it back into his bag.

"Hey, how was your summer?" Jake whispered back to his oldest friend as the teacher started the lesson, not necessarily ignoring the girls on the other side of him, but making a mental note not to speak to them until they spoke to him. They both seemed like perfectly nice people, but the two clearly weren't the best of friends, and he didn't particularly want to get stuck in the middle of it, even for the hour that this lesson would last for.

lonelysundays · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **lonelysundays** on Wed Jan 20, 2010 8:04 pm

Starlyne gave Angel a quick hug goodbye before going into her class next door. Everyone was already inside by the time she got there. She slipped in, gave Jake a quick hello, and went to sit on the opposite side of the class with some of the football players. While the teacher was setting up she went on to talk to Ross Reid, Ross was the captain of the football team, and a friend to Starlyne, just like the rest of the team. Starlyne was no cheerleader, but she liked to hang out with the jocks.

As Starlyne went to go sit between the 6 football players, there was a chair in the middle between Ross and Wilson. Wilson Trace the running back of the team. In front of the empty spot; Michael Jenkins, and Ken Levon, and sitting right behind it was Taylor Holster, and Frankie DiGordon. She gave them all a hug and sat down right in the middle. Looking at the teacher ask about peoples summer, and hanging out forms, Starlyne went on. "Did you guys see Sundays game? Giants vs. Speelers, it was f*cking awesome" The guys tore away from their conversation about their talk about the girls they fucked, and listened in, Taylor was the first to speak, "That throw at half time?". Starlyne smiled at him, "Yes! I was going insane, should have seen my fathers face when he lost 200 bucks. She let out a laugh, and continued to speak to them through the rest of class.

Occasionally the seven of them had to shut up and pretend to listen, when really they continued talking, they talked about football, freshman girls, and a few parties from the summer. Too bad they were only 30 minuted into class.

lonelysundays · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **lonelysundays** on Wed Jan 20, 2010 8:04 pm

{unintentional double post, hate this laptop..}

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