Introduction
Sound familiar?
At East Shore High School, Home of the White Waves, there are kids from very ethnicity, background, and city. Most are rich from the older actresses and models from Beverly Hills. The Los Angeles school is not far from the beach, and has its on surfing and fishing team. The school has funders for every department, and has the top scores for California. But the school has a bad history. Like most of the students.
Like its testing scores, the drop-out rate is very high. They make up for it with three thousand students and classes with thirty or more. There are empanicated teenagers, trying to keep their own apartments with cruddy jobs. There are divorced parent's children, who are mostly dilequents or depressed thinking it's their fault. There are gang members, hoping they won't get caught with the gun in their jackets. The neglect kids, who are desperate for attention. The abused kids, trying to find somewhere safe. Clichè bubbly blonde cheerleaders mixed with slutty brunette popular girls, with emo kids and druggies. Add your nerds who aren't so ugly with jocks who are actually smart, you got ESHS.
This is how you play it. One of the emancipated alocoholics? Or a good, smart kid?
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East Shore Highschool, Home of the Knights and 2,098 adolescants who are none too overjoyed to be there. By ten minutes 'til six, there were only a few straggelers in the teacher parking lot. School would be starting in an hour and ten minutes, and the school's guards were getting ready for supervising the students.
"La-La Land" was giving its residents some very unwanted rays, keeping the heat index at 105. Most of the youngsters either had a ride to school from overpaid drivers, mostly underclassmen, or actually drove themselves to school in their fancy cars. A few happened to live close enough to walk, but some were unfortunate enough to be obligated to ride the public school bus system.
Now, let's escape for a moment, and go through some imagery. Imagine a nice, two-story building with teenagers cheerfully chatting of their summer adventures. Let's add in some thugs discretely passing drugs to willing consumers, graffiti painted on back walls, and every boy with a condom in his back pocket hoping he'll get lucky. Welcome to East Shore Highschool, Home of the Reigning School Sluts and Jerky Heartbreaker Players.
The top of the food chain is the "Upper Class", or "In-Crowd Kids". If you have a knack for spewing venom and don't mind showing your private parts to the whole student body, this is your group. Girls have low-cut tops and shorts barely covering thongs. Blondes with no brains and "enhancements" rule the school with words of ice and a hair flip to mesmirize even the smartest of boys. They flock to the Lamborginis and Corvettes to gossip away in their painfully annoying chirpy voice. On the other hand, the "In-Crowd" boys are no different. With white smiles that can charm the strongest of girls and less to offer than they say, the heartbreakers are the football players with more money than Henry Ford. These muscley men act less intelligent than they could be, and don't care for school. They can break a heart faster that you can turn the keys in your ignition. Hopefully girls with actual personalities don't change for these boneheads.
Like their homeland, the largest group in the school and the center of the food chain is the "Middle Class". This ranges from the wallflowers to the thugs who sleep in whatever club they pass out in to the boy-crazy gossip queen. They aren't nerdy or antisocial enough to be in the "Lower Class", but are unqualified in the "Upper Class".
Finally, at the very bottom of the food chain, is the "Lower Class". Your average emo will find him/herself here. With the nerds and manga-obsessed underclassmen, this is bigger than the Upper Class but not by much. Some of the old "Upper Class", taken down by new more venomous freshman, will find themselves here as well. Most of these people are bullied by the unfriendly jocks and will do your homework if you pay them enough. Most of the nerds are very rich, coming from very rich families that really care more about grades than social status.
Hope you enjoy your years at this Hell on Earth.
The red numbers on his clock didn't register in Shiloh's head until it spoke to him in the voice of a loud alarm clock. He pressed the Reset button, placing his head back on the pillow. His retreat back into Dreamland was interrupted by his mother's overly cheery voice. "Good Morning Shi Shi, do you know what day it is?" Sandra asked, strolling into her son's bedroom and squatting by his beside. "The first day of school?" He asked, his voice muffled by the pillow. Sandra starting singing "Will You Be My Girl?" whilst venturing through Shiloh's large bedroom. She found his cat Zombi curled up on a pile of comforters Shiloh managed to call "Zombi's Bed". He'd figured since he was a skinny cat, he wouldn't need much. Shiloh groaned halfway through the song, finally getting up to shut his mother up.
He grabbed his cat from the pile of comforters, causing the cat to mew at him. "If I have to get up, you do too." Shiloh snapped at the cat, setting it down so he could envelop himself in steamy water. He didn't take long showers, because ten minutes later he was covered in his robe and red boxers to straighten his shaggy black hair. He only looked into the mirrror to his hair, but in the corner of his eye he saw the fat developed around his waist. He was fat, and no one else seemed to
He managed to pull on a pair of skinny jeans and his favorite "Asking Alexandria" shirt without looking in the mirror, knowing he would want to change. His best friend Sam tackled him to the ground outside his door. "Well, I think you broke my spine." Shiloh huffed, rolling from under Sam and picking himself off the floor. "That's what best friends are for, lovely." Sam sang, occuping the bathroom. Shiloh made his way downstairs, grabbing a Fruit Loops cereal bar and the carton of milk from the fridge. He took out a football-shaped cup and poured his daily amount of milk before his family joined him. Sandra, Lily, Chance, Ivy, Landis, Mary, and Sam all hustled around the kitchen to fufill their breakfast needs before leaving Sam and Shiloh to drive to school.
"So much for family bonding time." Shiloh muttered, hopping into the shotgun of Sam's silver truck. "East Shore, here we come."
"La-La Land" was giving its residents some very unwanted rays, keeping the heat index at 105. Most of the youngsters either had a ride to school from overpaid drivers, mostly underclassmen, or actually drove themselves to school in their fancy cars. A few happened to live close enough to walk, but some were unfortunate enough to be obligated to ride the public school bus system.
Now, let's escape for a moment, and go through some imagery. Imagine a nice, two-story building with teenagers cheerfully chatting of their summer adventures. Let's add in some thugs discretely passing drugs to willing consumers, graffiti painted on back walls, and every boy with a condom in his back pocket hoping he'll get lucky. Welcome to East Shore Highschool, Home of the Reigning School Sluts and Jerky Heartbreaker Players.
The top of the food chain is the "Upper Class", or "In-Crowd Kids". If you have a knack for spewing venom and don't mind showing your private parts to the whole student body, this is your group. Girls have low-cut tops and shorts barely covering thongs. Blondes with no brains and "enhancements" rule the school with words of ice and a hair flip to mesmirize even the smartest of boys. They flock to the Lamborginis and Corvettes to gossip away in their painfully annoying chirpy voice. On the other hand, the "In-Crowd" boys are no different. With white smiles that can charm the strongest of girls and less to offer than they say, the heartbreakers are the football players with more money than Henry Ford. These muscley men act less intelligent than they could be, and don't care for school. They can break a heart faster that you can turn the keys in your ignition. Hopefully girls with actual personalities don't change for these boneheads.
Like their homeland, the largest group in the school and the center of the food chain is the "Middle Class". This ranges from the wallflowers to the thugs who sleep in whatever club they pass out in to the boy-crazy gossip queen. They aren't nerdy or antisocial enough to be in the "Lower Class", but are unqualified in the "Upper Class".
Finally, at the very bottom of the food chain, is the "Lower Class". Your average emo will find him/herself here. With the nerds and manga-obsessed underclassmen, this is bigger than the Upper Class but not by much. Some of the old "Upper Class", taken down by new more venomous freshman, will find themselves here as well. Most of these people are bullied by the unfriendly jocks and will do your homework if you pay them enough. Most of the nerds are very rich, coming from very rich families that really care more about grades than social status.
Hope you enjoy your years at this Hell on Earth.
The red numbers on his clock didn't register in Shiloh's head until it spoke to him in the voice of a loud alarm clock. He pressed the Reset button, placing his head back on the pillow. His retreat back into Dreamland was interrupted by his mother's overly cheery voice. "Good Morning Shi Shi, do you know what day it is?" Sandra asked, strolling into her son's bedroom and squatting by his beside. "The first day of school?" He asked, his voice muffled by the pillow. Sandra starting singing "Will You Be My Girl?" whilst venturing through Shiloh's large bedroom. She found his cat Zombi curled up on a pile of comforters Shiloh managed to call "Zombi's Bed". He'd figured since he was a skinny cat, he wouldn't need much. Shiloh groaned halfway through the song, finally getting up to shut his mother up.
He grabbed his cat from the pile of comforters, causing the cat to mew at him. "If I have to get up, you do too." Shiloh snapped at the cat, setting it down so he could envelop himself in steamy water. He didn't take long showers, because ten minutes later he was covered in his robe and red boxers to straighten his shaggy black hair. He only looked into the mirrror to his hair, but in the corner of his eye he saw the fat developed around his waist. He was fat, and no one else seemed to
He managed to pull on a pair of skinny jeans and his favorite "Asking Alexandria" shirt without looking in the mirror, knowing he would want to change. His best friend Sam tackled him to the ground outside his door. "Well, I think you broke my spine." Shiloh huffed, rolling from under Sam and picking himself off the floor. "That's what best friends are for, lovely." Sam sang, occuping the bathroom. Shiloh made his way downstairs, grabbing a Fruit Loops cereal bar and the carton of milk from the fridge. He took out a football-shaped cup and poured his daily amount of milk before his family joined him. Sandra, Lily, Chance, Ivy, Landis, Mary, and Sam all hustled around the kitchen to fufill their breakfast needs before leaving Sam and Shiloh to drive to school.
"So much for family bonding time." Shiloh muttered, hopping into the shotgun of Sam's silver truck. "East Shore, here we come."
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Alexis tossed in her sleep as she heard the tone of her alarm buzzing in her ears. She finally gave up, and sat up right on her double sized bed stretched and yawned as she turned off the alarm after registering the time in her mind. Alexis pulled the comforter off her, as she leaned over the bed to slip on her slippers then stood up right in her silk gown. Just as she was making her way to the bathroom, she heard laughter and noises from downstairs causing her to wince, waking up was one thing but waking up to the honorable presence of her menacing elder brothers was something else. Alexis sighed ignoring the shouts, as she entered the bathroom.
After coming out of the bathroom in twenty minutes she dried off the last of her blonde hair, as she flicked it over her shoulder revealing her sparkling blue eyes. It only took ten minutes for Alexis to get dressed, since she was only wearing a Preppy Outfit with black leather boots. Alexis looked over her reflection in the mirror, as she posed in different angles then brushed her hair out leaving it open. As she applied some lip gloss, she smiled at her appearance then grabbed her bag to take out a few pills she swallowed them with a glass of water breathing a sigh of relief she walked out the room.
Alexis gave a final look over her outfit, hoping she would be able to get out of the house before one of her brothers decided to give her a 'morning talk' seeing as their parents were obviously away. As she walked down the stairs carefully and slowly not wanting to make any noise, she neared the kitchen door when she felt a heavy arm on her shoulder, as her elder brother Rick wrapped his arm around her neck pulling her into a headlock. Alexis groaned in defeat, "Rick let me go I need to go to school" she said pleadingly, then sighed as he let go "Your going to school? Why do you need to learn it's not like your brain is going to be a great addition to our family " he asked. Just as she was about to defend herself, Daniel her other brother appeared behind his side to welcome her by saying "Typical you can't even dress properly, I wonder why mum and dad even let you live by our name" Daniel said as he walked in to sit at the table and be served.
She just glared at the two, hoping somehow they would vanish. The torment they put her through every day, just put her on the verge it was lucky she had some sort of way to get over it, though she knew drugs wasn't the way forward. Alexis ignored the two as they continued mocking her, it was something she got used to when they came back from boarding though Daniel was now permanently staying with them. She grabbed an apple from the counter, and began to walk out when she heard her brother's sing song voices wishing her good riddance.
As Alexis neared the exit of her house, she was greeted by the driver who had brought the Rolls Royce out to front. As she sat inside the car eating the apple, she smiled East Shore was just one place she could rule, be who she wanted to be and actually take advantage of her family name. It was a place she was away from her malicious brother's, and a place where she was looked up to.
After coming out of the bathroom in twenty minutes she dried off the last of her blonde hair, as she flicked it over her shoulder revealing her sparkling blue eyes. It only took ten minutes for Alexis to get dressed, since she was only wearing a Preppy Outfit with black leather boots. Alexis looked over her reflection in the mirror, as she posed in different angles then brushed her hair out leaving it open. As she applied some lip gloss, she smiled at her appearance then grabbed her bag to take out a few pills she swallowed them with a glass of water breathing a sigh of relief she walked out the room.
Alexis gave a final look over her outfit, hoping she would be able to get out of the house before one of her brothers decided to give her a 'morning talk' seeing as their parents were obviously away. As she walked down the stairs carefully and slowly not wanting to make any noise, she neared the kitchen door when she felt a heavy arm on her shoulder, as her elder brother Rick wrapped his arm around her neck pulling her into a headlock. Alexis groaned in defeat, "Rick let me go I need to go to school" she said pleadingly, then sighed as he let go "Your going to school? Why do you need to learn it's not like your brain is going to be a great addition to our family " he asked. Just as she was about to defend herself, Daniel her other brother appeared behind his side to welcome her by saying "Typical you can't even dress properly, I wonder why mum and dad even let you live by our name" Daniel said as he walked in to sit at the table and be served.
She just glared at the two, hoping somehow they would vanish. The torment they put her through every day, just put her on the verge it was lucky she had some sort of way to get over it, though she knew drugs wasn't the way forward. Alexis ignored the two as they continued mocking her, it was something she got used to when they came back from boarding though Daniel was now permanently staying with them. She grabbed an apple from the counter, and began to walk out when she heard her brother's sing song voices wishing her good riddance.
As Alexis neared the exit of her house, she was greeted by the driver who had brought the Rolls Royce out to front. As she sat inside the car eating the apple, she smiled East Shore was just one place she could rule, be who she wanted to be and actually take advantage of her family name. It was a place she was away from her malicious brother's, and a place where she was looked up to.
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Aidan…Aidan, wake up…
The girl heard the gentle voice from far away. She stirred and rolled to her back, looking up at the woman before she sighed and rolled to her side. She shook her head and buried her head underneath her pillow. She didn’t want to wake up. She felt Danny reach down and shake her shoulder, and the young native girl grumbled before she lifted the pillow from off of her head. “What?” she grumbled as she took in the slender, blonde haired woman.
“First day of school…” Danny reminded softly before she stood up and moved away from Aidan so that she could get up and get dressed without having to worry that Danny would be watching. “I’ll be downstairs, come and get breakfast…”
Aidan sighed as she put her arms behind her head and looked up at the ceiling. She saw the glow-in-the-dark stars that didn’t give off light during the day. Danny put them there when Aidan first showed up, something to remind her of the outdoors that she loved so much. The girl sat up slowly, stretched out and grabbed her blankets, hauled them off of the floor and dumped them onto the bed before she quickly got dressed in a pair of overlarge black pants and a white shirt that hugged to her frame. She pulled on a pair of plain sneakers, laced them tightly, grabbed her book bag, and she quickly ran a brush through her hair, threw the black mass up into a pony-tail and away from her face. She didn’t care that it curled, that it was soft. She just wanted it away from her face that she could go into school. She hurried down the stairs, grabbed an apple, waved goodbye to Danny and hurried out of the house. The school was quite a drive a way since Danny and Cass lived on the beach, but she didn’t mind it. The fact that she could walk out into the backyard and see the ocean was enough for her. She walked for a bit, meeting up with her best-friend, Nate, and opened the door, sliding into his car and closing the door. She smirked at him as she leaned back and closed her eyes. She trusted him enough to know that he would get her to school. Together they headed into the city, through the streets and to the school that her hell on earth, but school was part of the deal that she and Danny made when she first came to her, knowing that the woman ran a safe-house for those that needed a place to stay, for however long.
She wasn’t privileged. She had to work afterschool at a mechanic’s shop in order to learn her trade. She didn’t have many chances in life and everything about her was a complete lie, right down to her last name. She was hiding, biding her time until she was old enough to never worry again about when people were going to find out the truth and send her back to… she stopped the thought, refused to think further on it as she and Nate arrived at school. She smirked, stood up on her tiptoes and kissed the older boy’s cheek. “Bye, Nate,” she whispered to him, “don’t get into any fights. You know that Danny gets worried,” she said with a slight smile to him. He was the only one that could get her talking, much less worried about him. They’d be constantly together, if they were in the same classes. Which they couldn’t be. She was held back due to her poor grades and even Danny’s pleading that she be allowed into the alternative high-school didn’t work, and Danny didn’t dare to plead her case. Still, Nate and Aidan were seen together walking to school, eating lunch together and walking home. Together, they were quite the pair.
Aidan made a face when she saw the preppy, perfect blonde woman leave her car. She was the reason why the school was hell. Her and people like her. Perfect, blonde, bitch. She walked past her, bumped into her with her shoulder and cast her a look before she kept walking. She heard the bell ring for class and she hurried to English. She hated English and she doubted that she knew anyone. She sat in the back, by the window and looked out of it. She was ready to get at least half the day over with so that she and Nate could figure out what they were going to do for the weekend. It was rare that Danny and Cass were willing to go somewhere overnight and leave them in charge of Cass’ apartment, and baby Nan.
The girl heard the gentle voice from far away. She stirred and rolled to her back, looking up at the woman before she sighed and rolled to her side. She shook her head and buried her head underneath her pillow. She didn’t want to wake up. She felt Danny reach down and shake her shoulder, and the young native girl grumbled before she lifted the pillow from off of her head. “What?” she grumbled as she took in the slender, blonde haired woman.
“First day of school…” Danny reminded softly before she stood up and moved away from Aidan so that she could get up and get dressed without having to worry that Danny would be watching. “I’ll be downstairs, come and get breakfast…”
Aidan sighed as she put her arms behind her head and looked up at the ceiling. She saw the glow-in-the-dark stars that didn’t give off light during the day. Danny put them there when Aidan first showed up, something to remind her of the outdoors that she loved so much. The girl sat up slowly, stretched out and grabbed her blankets, hauled them off of the floor and dumped them onto the bed before she quickly got dressed in a pair of overlarge black pants and a white shirt that hugged to her frame. She pulled on a pair of plain sneakers, laced them tightly, grabbed her book bag, and she quickly ran a brush through her hair, threw the black mass up into a pony-tail and away from her face. She didn’t care that it curled, that it was soft. She just wanted it away from her face that she could go into school. She hurried down the stairs, grabbed an apple, waved goodbye to Danny and hurried out of the house. The school was quite a drive a way since Danny and Cass lived on the beach, but she didn’t mind it. The fact that she could walk out into the backyard and see the ocean was enough for her. She walked for a bit, meeting up with her best-friend, Nate, and opened the door, sliding into his car and closing the door. She smirked at him as she leaned back and closed her eyes. She trusted him enough to know that he would get her to school. Together they headed into the city, through the streets and to the school that her hell on earth, but school was part of the deal that she and Danny made when she first came to her, knowing that the woman ran a safe-house for those that needed a place to stay, for however long.
She wasn’t privileged. She had to work afterschool at a mechanic’s shop in order to learn her trade. She didn’t have many chances in life and everything about her was a complete lie, right down to her last name. She was hiding, biding her time until she was old enough to never worry again about when people were going to find out the truth and send her back to… she stopped the thought, refused to think further on it as she and Nate arrived at school. She smirked, stood up on her tiptoes and kissed the older boy’s cheek. “Bye, Nate,” she whispered to him, “don’t get into any fights. You know that Danny gets worried,” she said with a slight smile to him. He was the only one that could get her talking, much less worried about him. They’d be constantly together, if they were in the same classes. Which they couldn’t be. She was held back due to her poor grades and even Danny’s pleading that she be allowed into the alternative high-school didn’t work, and Danny didn’t dare to plead her case. Still, Nate and Aidan were seen together walking to school, eating lunch together and walking home. Together, they were quite the pair.
Aidan made a face when she saw the preppy, perfect blonde woman leave her car. She was the reason why the school was hell. Her and people like her. Perfect, blonde, bitch. She walked past her, bumped into her with her shoulder and cast her a look before she kept walking. She heard the bell ring for class and she hurried to English. She hated English and she doubted that she knew anyone. She sat in the back, by the window and looked out of it. She was ready to get at least half the day over with so that she and Nate could figure out what they were going to do for the weekend. It was rare that Danny and Cass were willing to go somewhere overnight and leave them in charge of Cass’ apartment, and baby Nan.
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" Tori!"
Victoria Devereaux woke with a start at the sound of her kid sisters voice, lifting her head from the pillow it was currently buried in as she lay in her comfortable bed on her stomach. Her dark eyes, half-lidded in sleepiness, finding their way to the alarm clock on her bedside table to check the time. The green digital numbers showed 6:03, time to get up and get ready for another day of school.
She managed to pull herself out of bed and find her way into her adjoining bathroom to have a quick shower, allowing herself a whole 20 minutes to enjoy the warm water cascading down on her to wash away the sweat and dirt of the previous day. Afterward she went back into her room and picked out her outfit that consisted of black shorts, a navy blue and white striped tank and a white 3/4 sleeve jacket with large buttons and small pockets. She added her favourite silver sandals and long necklace with a large circular pendant to complete the look. Once she was pleased with her outfit, Victoria quickly put on some makeup - eyeliner and mascara - before grabbing her black and grey oversized purse and walking from her room and down the stairs to find a bite to eat.
Upon entering the kitchen, she found her kid sister sitting on a barstool at the island eating a piece of toast with jam. Victoria raised her eyebrow, " Since when did you get up before 6?" Amber shrugged her shoulders as her hazel eyes flickered to her older sister before finding her toast that was in her hands, seemingly fascinated by it as she took another bite. " And thanks for waking me up by the way," Victoria added as she set her bag on the counter and walked to the fridge. She quickly dismissed anything within it and moved to check the cupboards, settling on poptarts for breakfast as she tossed them in the toaster. All she could think as she waited and then ate her food was; 'Why couldn't I sleep in?'
The teenager quickly brushed her teeth and such before checking her appearance in the mirror once more. " You look great," came Amber's soft voice from behind her which caused Victoria to smile and turn around. " Thanks A," she murmured as she hugged her sister quickly. " Let's go get you to school so I can go, okay?" The younger girl nodded as she raced to get her backpack, even picking up her raven haired sisters purse from the kitchen counter.
" Let's go then," she said with a smile as she gave Victoria her bag and lead the way out the door and down the front steps to the waiting car. Dominic, their driver and their mother's most trusted friend, waited for them patiently as he leaned against the car in his usual black suit and tie. He opened the back door to the silver coloured BMW with a smile on his lips and a cheerful " Hello!"
After making sure her cellphone and house keys were in her bag, Victoria followed and locked the front door to the mansion behind her. She skipped down the steps and hopped in the front seat, murmuring a greeting to Dominic. Soon he was behind the wheel and they were off toward Amber's elementary school, the girl in the seat behind Victoria who stayed silent on the ride just like every other day.
It didn't take long before they arrived at Amber's school and dropped the girl off before Dominic drove Victoria to East Shore High School, one of the most well known for it's high test grades as well as troubled students. She said a quick goodbye to the male before getting out of the car, closing the door behind her as she walked off with her bag on her shoulder. The raven haired teenager made her way to her locker to get her binder first before walking to her English class, first period English had a tendency to drive her nuts so she didn't rush. Unfortunately, the walk lasted only for a few minutes before she reached the classroom, which she entered and easily found a desk toward the back. Victoria absolutely hated the front and thus she avoided sitting there.
Victoria Devereaux woke with a start at the sound of her kid sisters voice, lifting her head from the pillow it was currently buried in as she lay in her comfortable bed on her stomach. Her dark eyes, half-lidded in sleepiness, finding their way to the alarm clock on her bedside table to check the time. The green digital numbers showed 6:03, time to get up and get ready for another day of school.
She managed to pull herself out of bed and find her way into her adjoining bathroom to have a quick shower, allowing herself a whole 20 minutes to enjoy the warm water cascading down on her to wash away the sweat and dirt of the previous day. Afterward she went back into her room and picked out her outfit that consisted of black shorts, a navy blue and white striped tank and a white 3/4 sleeve jacket with large buttons and small pockets. She added her favourite silver sandals and long necklace with a large circular pendant to complete the look. Once she was pleased with her outfit, Victoria quickly put on some makeup - eyeliner and mascara - before grabbing her black and grey oversized purse and walking from her room and down the stairs to find a bite to eat.
Upon entering the kitchen, she found her kid sister sitting on a barstool at the island eating a piece of toast with jam. Victoria raised her eyebrow, " Since when did you get up before 6?" Amber shrugged her shoulders as her hazel eyes flickered to her older sister before finding her toast that was in her hands, seemingly fascinated by it as she took another bite. " And thanks for waking me up by the way," Victoria added as she set her bag on the counter and walked to the fridge. She quickly dismissed anything within it and moved to check the cupboards, settling on poptarts for breakfast as she tossed them in the toaster. All she could think as she waited and then ate her food was; 'Why couldn't I sleep in?'
The teenager quickly brushed her teeth and such before checking her appearance in the mirror once more. " You look great," came Amber's soft voice from behind her which caused Victoria to smile and turn around. " Thanks A," she murmured as she hugged her sister quickly. " Let's go get you to school so I can go, okay?" The younger girl nodded as she raced to get her backpack, even picking up her raven haired sisters purse from the kitchen counter.
" Let's go then," she said with a smile as she gave Victoria her bag and lead the way out the door and down the front steps to the waiting car. Dominic, their driver and their mother's most trusted friend, waited for them patiently as he leaned against the car in his usual black suit and tie. He opened the back door to the silver coloured BMW with a smile on his lips and a cheerful " Hello!"
After making sure her cellphone and house keys were in her bag, Victoria followed and locked the front door to the mansion behind her. She skipped down the steps and hopped in the front seat, murmuring a greeting to Dominic. Soon he was behind the wheel and they were off toward Amber's elementary school, the girl in the seat behind Victoria who stayed silent on the ride just like every other day.
It didn't take long before they arrived at Amber's school and dropped the girl off before Dominic drove Victoria to East Shore High School, one of the most well known for it's high test grades as well as troubled students. She said a quick goodbye to the male before getting out of the car, closing the door behind her as she walked off with her bag on her shoulder. The raven haired teenager made her way to her locker to get her binder first before walking to her English class, first period English had a tendency to drive her nuts so she didn't rush. Unfortunately, the walk lasted only for a few minutes before she reached the classroom, which she entered and easily found a desk toward the back. Victoria absolutely hated the front and thus she avoided sitting there.
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Christine Antonov was a morning person. After years and years of conditioning, she woke up at 5:30am most mornings naturally and was as cheerful as she would be at noon. 27 years old and a Teacher’s Assistant at the local college, the Russian woman had adapted to American life fairly well. Unfortunately, she wasn’t there for her sake. She was there, she thought sadly as she finished preparing the standard back-to-school-breakfast, for a boy who didn’t seem to adjust no matter where he was if it wasn’t his own world. Taking a deep breath and putting on the happiest face she could muster, Christine opened her younger brother’s bedroom door.
The sight in front of her made her heart sink. It was not the sleeping, messy, running-late teenage boy that she had so desperately hoped to find. Instead, she found him in the middle of his room, sitting at a half-finished canvas, his hands and pants splattered with paint. Dark circles were under his light blue eyes, and his bed was made.
“Good morning Alek… Did you sleep last night?” she asked in Russian hesitantly. Aleksandr looked up, a slightly surprised expression on his face. He glanced over at the window, seeing the pale light of sunrise outside, which pretty much gave her an answer. It was a wonder he hadn't collapsed from exhaustion yet how often he did this.
“I didn’t realize…” the 16 year old said with a frown, putting down his brush. Only Christine could make him do that; after everything she had sacrificed for him, it was the least he could do. “I was going to… I’m sorry.”
She smiled slightly at him. “Nevermind. Eat, get dressed, and I’ll drive you to school.” Looking back at his painting for just a second with a wistful expression, Alek nodded and rose, taking the plate in her hands as she left to give him some privacy. He looked down at the bagel and sighed; as much as he wanted to make her happy, he wished she would let him drop out. He hated school, and first days were always the worst of them.
Not long after their conversation he slid into his sister’s Jeep, wearing black jeans and the only shirt he owned that wasn’t black or stained, a dark green one from some brand he could never remember the name of. He had actually taken the time to brush his hair, but only because he knew how desperately his sister wanted him to make friends. Maybe if he tried a little harder, he could fake it this year. She smiled encouragingly at his appearance, but he merely looked out the window, apathetic. The clothes wouldn't hide his accent, or, for that matter, hide his disdain for the other students. He didn't like them anymore than they did him.
They lived close to the school, so the drive didn't take long. “Good luck,” she said finally in English as he stepped out of the car, into the domain that was the American High School. Wasting no time, he quickly headed for his first period class, keeping his head down. He knew where the classrooms were now, could get there as quickly as possible without remaining with the crowd. But, keeping with the tradition of horrible first days that had plagued him since the beginning of time, he was so preoccupied staring at his shoes that he managed to run right into someone, just steps before his classroom door.
The sight in front of her made her heart sink. It was not the sleeping, messy, running-late teenage boy that she had so desperately hoped to find. Instead, she found him in the middle of his room, sitting at a half-finished canvas, his hands and pants splattered with paint. Dark circles were under his light blue eyes, and his bed was made.
“Good morning Alek… Did you sleep last night?” she asked in Russian hesitantly. Aleksandr looked up, a slightly surprised expression on his face. He glanced over at the window, seeing the pale light of sunrise outside, which pretty much gave her an answer. It was a wonder he hadn't collapsed from exhaustion yet how often he did this.
“I didn’t realize…” the 16 year old said with a frown, putting down his brush. Only Christine could make him do that; after everything she had sacrificed for him, it was the least he could do. “I was going to… I’m sorry.”
She smiled slightly at him. “Nevermind. Eat, get dressed, and I’ll drive you to school.” Looking back at his painting for just a second with a wistful expression, Alek nodded and rose, taking the plate in her hands as she left to give him some privacy. He looked down at the bagel and sighed; as much as he wanted to make her happy, he wished she would let him drop out. He hated school, and first days were always the worst of them.
Not long after their conversation he slid into his sister’s Jeep, wearing black jeans and the only shirt he owned that wasn’t black or stained, a dark green one from some brand he could never remember the name of. He had actually taken the time to brush his hair, but only because he knew how desperately his sister wanted him to make friends. Maybe if he tried a little harder, he could fake it this year. She smiled encouragingly at his appearance, but he merely looked out the window, apathetic. The clothes wouldn't hide his accent, or, for that matter, hide his disdain for the other students. He didn't like them anymore than they did him.
They lived close to the school, so the drive didn't take long. “Good luck,” she said finally in English as he stepped out of the car, into the domain that was the American High School. Wasting no time, he quickly headed for his first period class, keeping his head down. He knew where the classrooms were now, could get there as quickly as possible without remaining with the crowd. But, keeping with the tradition of horrible first days that had plagued him since the beginning of time, he was so preoccupied staring at his shoes that he managed to run right into someone, just steps before his classroom door.
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The young man stood in the bathroom, nearly late for the first day of his senior year, and preened, looked at his reflection in the mirror. He struck a pose. His messy brown hair fell over his steel grey eyes. His face, unlined by age, held some sadness and pain beneath the debonair veneer. He shook his head, reached out, picked up his red fedora with the purple feathers and stuck it on his head. He tilted his head to the side and nodded. “It’s good,” he said. He turned away from the mirror, bent down and grabbed his bag and headed out of the bathroom. he pulled on his yellow jacket, buttoned the middle button and looped a faux-carnation through the lapel and headed down the hall, past his adopted-father. “Good morning, Cass,” he said, ducking his head. He heard the man sigh behind him.
“Nate, you’re not wearing any pants…” Cass said, used to his young ward’s antics, and his usual state of dress.
Nate looked down at himself, pulled up the coat, saw the bottom of his pink shirt and then the start of his black boxers. “Huh, go figure,” he said before he went into his room, pulled out a pair of expensive, slightly shimmery, dark blue jeans and then sat down and pulled on a pair of black boots that he laced over the bottoms of his jeans. His fashion sense was strongly lacking in coordination, but he was somehow able to pull it off. It was due to the aura of confidence that was around him. The ‘just don’t give a flying fuck’ what anyone thinks. He walked with a slight swagger, proud of the rainbow bracelet that he wore on his left wrist. Whereas it wasn’t that rare for kids in high-school to experiment and be bi-sexual, or to mess around with the same gender, Nate was openly and completely gay. He flirted with men like heterosexual men flirted with women. He tended to make people uncomfortable, and he didn’t care, for in truth…most people made him uncomfortable. He sauntered out of the room and looked at Cass, daring him to say anything else. The other man only shrugged.
“Thought so,” Nate said with a smirk as he stopped in to peer at his nephew, playing with his blocks. “Bye, Nan~” Nate cooed at his little nephew. The baby looked up at cooed at him. Nate took that as a symbol that he could leave and he walked outside, fished out his keys to his Honda Civic and got in. The car, not the best in terms of high class quality, was perfect for what he needed to do, drive around Aidan and run errands for Danny. He waited for Aidan to get into his car and he grinned at her. “Heya, Coyo,” He said, reaching over and ruffling her hair. She ignored him and he laughed. She was not a people person. He drove them to school, maneuvering carefully until he could park.
He laughed when Aidan told him not to get into a fight and he tossed her bookbag to her. “Me? Fight? Darhlin~ I kill ‘em with kindness…” he said before he sombered when she kissed his cheek. He held her close and rocked her slightly before he laughed and kissed the top of her head. “Shut up and get out of here. I’ll meet you for lunch at the courtyard. Don’t do anything stupid like throwing something at the teacher, again…” he said. They both watched out for one another. He shook his head when she walked away and bumped into the rich priss that liked to think that she ruled the school. He turned his back to her and went the other way, into the far hall and down it. First bell meant science and he checked his schedule, chemistry. He wrinkled his nose. He was good at history and English, but he was horrid at science and most math. With his head buried into his schedule, trying to figure out who the teacher was, he didn’t even realize the direction that he was going in until he ran into someone else.
“Shit,” he swore as he stepped back. He shrugged off his bag and took off his coat, folding it over his arm. “Hey, yeah…sorry ‘bout that. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” he said as he ran his hands over his pink shirt, trying to smooth out any wrinkles. “I’m Nathanial Augustine, call me Nate,” he said. He wasn’t speaking cheerfully, he wasn’t doing anything but trying to apologize to the other. He wasn’t as nice to the stranger as he was with Aidan. Aidan and Nate were best friends, of the strangest variety. “You got chem with me?” he asked as he stepped into the classroom and looked over his shoulder. “Mr. Roberts is an asshole. You’ll want to sit up front, take good notes and get a lab-partner that knows what he or she is doing.”
“Nate, you’re not wearing any pants…” Cass said, used to his young ward’s antics, and his usual state of dress.
Nate looked down at himself, pulled up the coat, saw the bottom of his pink shirt and then the start of his black boxers. “Huh, go figure,” he said before he went into his room, pulled out a pair of expensive, slightly shimmery, dark blue jeans and then sat down and pulled on a pair of black boots that he laced over the bottoms of his jeans. His fashion sense was strongly lacking in coordination, but he was somehow able to pull it off. It was due to the aura of confidence that was around him. The ‘just don’t give a flying fuck’ what anyone thinks. He walked with a slight swagger, proud of the rainbow bracelet that he wore on his left wrist. Whereas it wasn’t that rare for kids in high-school to experiment and be bi-sexual, or to mess around with the same gender, Nate was openly and completely gay. He flirted with men like heterosexual men flirted with women. He tended to make people uncomfortable, and he didn’t care, for in truth…most people made him uncomfortable. He sauntered out of the room and looked at Cass, daring him to say anything else. The other man only shrugged.
“Thought so,” Nate said with a smirk as he stopped in to peer at his nephew, playing with his blocks. “Bye, Nan~” Nate cooed at his little nephew. The baby looked up at cooed at him. Nate took that as a symbol that he could leave and he walked outside, fished out his keys to his Honda Civic and got in. The car, not the best in terms of high class quality, was perfect for what he needed to do, drive around Aidan and run errands for Danny. He waited for Aidan to get into his car and he grinned at her. “Heya, Coyo,” He said, reaching over and ruffling her hair. She ignored him and he laughed. She was not a people person. He drove them to school, maneuvering carefully until he could park.
He laughed when Aidan told him not to get into a fight and he tossed her bookbag to her. “Me? Fight? Darhlin~ I kill ‘em with kindness…” he said before he sombered when she kissed his cheek. He held her close and rocked her slightly before he laughed and kissed the top of her head. “Shut up and get out of here. I’ll meet you for lunch at the courtyard. Don’t do anything stupid like throwing something at the teacher, again…” he said. They both watched out for one another. He shook his head when she walked away and bumped into the rich priss that liked to think that she ruled the school. He turned his back to her and went the other way, into the far hall and down it. First bell meant science and he checked his schedule, chemistry. He wrinkled his nose. He was good at history and English, but he was horrid at science and most math. With his head buried into his schedule, trying to figure out who the teacher was, he didn’t even realize the direction that he was going in until he ran into someone else.
“Shit,” he swore as he stepped back. He shrugged off his bag and took off his coat, folding it over his arm. “Hey, yeah…sorry ‘bout that. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” he said as he ran his hands over his pink shirt, trying to smooth out any wrinkles. “I’m Nathanial Augustine, call me Nate,” he said. He wasn’t speaking cheerfully, he wasn’t doing anything but trying to apologize to the other. He wasn’t as nice to the stranger as he was with Aidan. Aidan and Nate were best friends, of the strangest variety. “You got chem with me?” he asked as he stepped into the classroom and looked over his shoulder. “Mr. Roberts is an asshole. You’ll want to sit up front, take good notes and get a lab-partner that knows what he or she is doing.”
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Alexis opened the door to herself, as she stepped out in her black boots pulling her blonde hair over her shoulder. She pulled on her fake face, trying to forget about her brothers and their new drama this morning. Just as she was about dispose of the apple core in her hand, someone pushed into her giving her a glaring look, she turned to face the girl who was already making her way away from Alexis. "Got anything original?" she said, to girl's turned back then shrugged as the girl didn't reply, it was just the worst thing about this school were the envious people but it wasn't anything new having people who envy or hate her.
Alexis made her way to the front school gate, carrying her bag in hand suddenly feeling relaxed and not really worried about anything, those were the upsides of taking drugs it made you forget everything that was bothering you. First day back, was never a hard thing for Alexis she knew her way around school and it wasn't like she would be facing problems with other students. As the bell rung, causing her to jump a little Alexis made her way to her first class Chemistry, studying was always one thing she had to keep her mind on if she actually wanted to prove better than her brothers and actually make her so called family name proud.
As she neared the door of the class, she found two guys both slightly rugged looking to her making conversation. She raised an eyebrow at the two, wondering if they would get the hint to stop blocking the way. As they didn't budge, she glared at the two "Excuse me" she said in a cold tone, trying to get past the two. Alexis never really wanted to be the mean spirited it was just her way of guarding her importance in school, forget what her brothers said she was and to actually seem important for once even if others thought of her as a bitch it didn't really matter to her.
Alexis made her way to the front school gate, carrying her bag in hand suddenly feeling relaxed and not really worried about anything, those were the upsides of taking drugs it made you forget everything that was bothering you. First day back, was never a hard thing for Alexis she knew her way around school and it wasn't like she would be facing problems with other students. As the bell rung, causing her to jump a little Alexis made her way to her first class Chemistry, studying was always one thing she had to keep her mind on if she actually wanted to prove better than her brothers and actually make her so called family name proud.
As she neared the door of the class, she found two guys both slightly rugged looking to her making conversation. She raised an eyebrow at the two, wondering if they would get the hint to stop blocking the way. As they didn't budge, she glared at the two "Excuse me" she said in a cold tone, trying to get past the two. Alexis never really wanted to be the mean spirited it was just her way of guarding her importance in school, forget what her brothers said she was and to actually seem important for once even if others thought of her as a bitch it didn't really matter to her.
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Alek muttered a curse to himself as he stepped back, looking up at the boy he had just run into. And he really did have to look up; the kid had to be at least 5 inches taller than him, probably more. He had a fantastically structured face though, perfect for drawing. Not that Alek ever drew real people. No, he was content with references from the internet, famous celebrities and whatnot that didn’t require conversation. His first reaction was to merely nod at him and scurry away, but his sister’s voice inside his head was having no such thing. Alek didn’t like people, but he wasn’t a jerk unless the situation (in his opinion) really called for it.
Attempting a note of friendliness, though he wasn’t sure if it would come across that way, he replied, “No problem, I vasn’t paying much attention myself.” No matter how long he lived here, how many times he spoke, W’s would never come to him, he rolled his R’s too much and about half of all his S’s were a joke. On a base level it didn’t bother him, but he felt like every time he spoke, he was giving a secret away without his consent.
The dread on his face when Nate mentioned partners was obvious. If he was lucky, the class would have an odd number and he’d be allowed to work alone without drawing attention. Or there would be someone in the room who didn’t completely annoy him.
Realizing he still hadn’t given his name, started, “Ah, my name iz-” but was cut off with a snippy “Excuse me.” A blonde, just a bit taller than him, and looking rather irritated they were in her way. Really, they weren’t right in front of the door, and the way he saw it she could have gotten past them, but he knew her type. God forbid she actually took the three extra seconds to go around them when she could just bitch at them to move. Whatever. The sketchbook in his backpack was calling to him anyway.
Raising his eyebrow at the girl, he turned back to Nate and, mostly to spite her, finished, “Alek,” before stepping away and heading over to an empty table. It was the typical science classroom: black lab tables and that weird shower thing for washing off chemicals in the back. Wanting a secluded seat but taking Nate’s obvious understanding of the class into account, he took one next to the window, in the corner of the room but still the front. The seats around him were still open as not many students were there yet.
Attempting a note of friendliness, though he wasn’t sure if it would come across that way, he replied, “No problem, I vasn’t paying much attention myself.” No matter how long he lived here, how many times he spoke, W’s would never come to him, he rolled his R’s too much and about half of all his S’s were a joke. On a base level it didn’t bother him, but he felt like every time he spoke, he was giving a secret away without his consent.
The dread on his face when Nate mentioned partners was obvious. If he was lucky, the class would have an odd number and he’d be allowed to work alone without drawing attention. Or there would be someone in the room who didn’t completely annoy him.
Realizing he still hadn’t given his name, started, “Ah, my name iz-” but was cut off with a snippy “Excuse me.” A blonde, just a bit taller than him, and looking rather irritated they were in her way. Really, they weren’t right in front of the door, and the way he saw it she could have gotten past them, but he knew her type. God forbid she actually took the three extra seconds to go around them when she could just bitch at them to move. Whatever. The sketchbook in his backpack was calling to him anyway.
Raising his eyebrow at the girl, he turned back to Nate and, mostly to spite her, finished, “Alek,” before stepping away and heading over to an empty table. It was the typical science classroom: black lab tables and that weird shower thing for washing off chemicals in the back. Wanting a secluded seat but taking Nate’s obvious understanding of the class into account, he took one next to the window, in the corner of the room but still the front. The seats around him were still open as not many students were there yet.
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"Shit."
Shiloh had just made his way onto the English hall when a rough pair of hands slammed him into a locker outside his class. "Think you could just walk into class without saying hello to me, bitch?" Jack Hanson, the Varsity Team's linebacker and a constant torture in Shiloh's life. The sophmore couldn't tell why the linebacker tok a special interest in torturing him, but Jack went out of his way to bully him.
"Just let me go to class, Hanson." He felt the sting on his cheek before he heard the whapping sound of hand against cheek. It had started last year, Jack had heard that Shiloh's first boyfriend Coby would often slap him during arguements, and it was a weak point. Shiloh whimpered from it, and a devious smile popped onto the linebacker's face. "I know your weaknesses, you skinny little fag. You try and skip our morning meetings again, and you'll be unrecognizable, clear?" Jack snarled, slamming his already fragile body against the locker again. "Clear?" He spat again, the sophmore nodding before he was thrown to the ground. "You're a worthless slut, Pretty Boy." Jack yelled at him as he slipped into the English room before the bell.
Shiloh found himself sitting in the middle of the classroom, chewing on the soft tip of the pen. It was a gross habit but it was the only thing that keeps his attention during English. If Sam were in there, he would be cracking jokes to make Shiloh smile and laugh. But, Sam had PE first thing, and couldn't walk with Sam to class because they were on oppisite ends of the school.
They say that love is forever, your forever is all that I need. Please stay, forever with me.
Shiloh looked to his phone, and shut it off quickly. "Mr. Clark, your phone please." He looked up to the teacher, and gave his phone without a comment. Sandy would come get his phone. She wouldn't take his phone away, she wanted him to call her if he ever had a meal or retched again.
"Mr. Clark, can you listen this time?" Mrs. Tyme snapped, causing Shiloh to come from his thoughts. "Sorry ma'am, could you repeat that?" Shiloh asked politely, trying to be too innocent for her too be mad. "There's a topic sheet on the desk. Pick a topic for your current issue topic."
The first word that caught his eye, his body tensed and he froze mid-sentence: Bulimia.
Shiloh had just made his way onto the English hall when a rough pair of hands slammed him into a locker outside his class. "Think you could just walk into class without saying hello to me, bitch?" Jack Hanson, the Varsity Team's linebacker and a constant torture in Shiloh's life. The sophmore couldn't tell why the linebacker tok a special interest in torturing him, but Jack went out of his way to bully him.
"Just let me go to class, Hanson." He felt the sting on his cheek before he heard the whapping sound of hand against cheek. It had started last year, Jack had heard that Shiloh's first boyfriend Coby would often slap him during arguements, and it was a weak point. Shiloh whimpered from it, and a devious smile popped onto the linebacker's face. "I know your weaknesses, you skinny little fag. You try and skip our morning meetings again, and you'll be unrecognizable, clear?" Jack snarled, slamming his already fragile body against the locker again. "Clear?" He spat again, the sophmore nodding before he was thrown to the ground. "You're a worthless slut, Pretty Boy." Jack yelled at him as he slipped into the English room before the bell.
Shiloh found himself sitting in the middle of the classroom, chewing on the soft tip of the pen. It was a gross habit but it was the only thing that keeps his attention during English. If Sam were in there, he would be cracking jokes to make Shiloh smile and laugh. But, Sam had PE first thing, and couldn't walk with Sam to class because they were on oppisite ends of the school.
They say that love is forever, your forever is all that I need. Please stay, forever with me.
Shiloh looked to his phone, and shut it off quickly. "Mr. Clark, your phone please." He looked up to the teacher, and gave his phone without a comment. Sandy would come get his phone. She wouldn't take his phone away, she wanted him to call her if he ever had a meal or retched again.
"Mr. Clark, can you listen this time?" Mrs. Tyme snapped, causing Shiloh to come from his thoughts. "Sorry ma'am, could you repeat that?" Shiloh asked politely, trying to be too innocent for her too be mad. "There's a topic sheet on the desk. Pick a topic for your current issue topic."
The first word that caught his eye, his body tensed and he froze mid-sentence: Bulimia.
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Aidan looked over her shoulder and smirked at the blonde bimbo that had challenged her. The younger girl could care less if the blond was hurt, or cared about what she said to her. She didn’t go out of her way to be rude, but she honestly could care less about the privileged twit. She walked down the hall of her school, bypassed the boys that were starting to take in her blossoming female form and walked confidently into the classroom. She wasn’t the same as the fake-blondes that thought that the entire world had to look like them in order to look good. She was small. Her body curved in the right places and over the summer, she had grown breasts. She was well endowed, and her clothes, despite her best efforts, only seemed to show off her form. Still, her nails had traces of oil embedded in the cubicles. Her arms were firm from the lifting that she did. She was developing a woman’s body, but there was no softness for her to hide behind. No coy flirting or daring flights of fancy. She was a street rat. She was born a street rat, and despite what Danny was doing to the contrary, she was going to die a street rat.
She saw that a girl had actually sat close to her, and she smirked. English and PE were the only two classes that she had to take. The rest of her time was spent out in the garage, learning a trade. “Hey,” she whispered as she leaned up. “You got a pen or something? You know, something I can use to scribble on a piece of paper?” she asked. She had a heavy East-coast accent, each word dripping like she had been born and raised in the inner-city, with no care as to how the West-Coast kids pronounced their words.
She saw another young man come in and sit in front of her. She groaned and tipped her head back, feeling her hair start to slide from its messy braid. “You…honestly have to be in here?” she asked, her voice dropping in anger as the handsome young man twisted in his chair and looked at her. She gagged and looked away from him. “You should be in juvie or something,” she grumbled, “after what you did to Mandy….”
The move came fast, but she was used to such violent acts from men of his caliber. She moved sideways in her seat and dodged the blow. “Sod off, Melec. Just ‘cause you’re a hightown asshole…”
Aidan Levenque, we do not allow swearing here. The teacher’s voice rang out and Aidan rolled her eyes before she slouched back in her chair. “A lot isn’t allowed her when I don’t look like the pressed out Plastic molds of LA nobility,” she muttered.
She snorted before she relaxed back in her chair. She didn’t allow anyone to mess with her and Melec, even though he was a disgusting jerk, and the son of a prominent politician, was not about to daunt her and make her into some quivering mess like… she watched as a dark haired boy walked in and sat in the middle of the room. He didn’t sit up front, not wanting the perfect grades, but didn’t sit in the back where those that didn’t care sat. “Yo, kid,” she shot out, using that time to kick at the back of Melec’s sheet. “You gonna tell everyone what your topic is?” she asked. She looked at Melec. “I think you should do it on why some men deserve to be chemically emasculated.”
Melec only smirked, "you're just too much of a dyke to admit that you enjoyed it."
She wished that she could punch him.
Aidan waited till she could look through the topic list. When she got it, she tried to hide the signs that her hands were shaking, but she wasn't going to stay in the room, but she couldn't let Melec know that he had won.
“This is boring,” she complained as she handed the paper to the girl that sat next to her. “Really. Bulimia. Anorexia. Abortion. Gay Marriage. It’s been done before. Obviously we know that there are popular trends in the media now, things to make us all…” she shot Melec a look, “willing to vote for the best politician that can spew his lies but this is an English class, Mrs. Tyme. Shouldn’t you be teaching about Literature? Prepping us for some big state test? Anything else instead of making us write stupid papers?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest so that Melec would stop looking at her like she was some slice of meat that he couldn’t wait to devour. “I mean, it’s the start of the new year, and you’re starting us off with a paper? Are you new to teaching, or just stupid?” she asked as she stood up and grabbed her bookbag. There was only so much stupidity that she could take, and the teacher had used it all up. “Look. I’m sure that you’re great, but honestly, when you start wanting to teach something that has to do with your subject, and not based on something that is better done in our Civics course, let me know.”
The teacher sputtered in indignation. Her face flushing as she tried to get the words out as the Native girl stood, looking at her expectantly. "Yeah, didn't think so," Aidan said as she passed the girl she had been talking to earlier, passed the scrawny kid whose cellphone went off, and went to the front of the room. "English class, not Civics..." she reminded the teacher before she walked out. Once she was out of the room she leaned against the cold metal lockers and closed her eyes tight, as her arms came to curl around her stomach and she slowly slid to the floor. She had enough of school already.
She saw that a girl had actually sat close to her, and she smirked. English and PE were the only two classes that she had to take. The rest of her time was spent out in the garage, learning a trade. “Hey,” she whispered as she leaned up. “You got a pen or something? You know, something I can use to scribble on a piece of paper?” she asked. She had a heavy East-coast accent, each word dripping like she had been born and raised in the inner-city, with no care as to how the West-Coast kids pronounced their words.
She saw another young man come in and sit in front of her. She groaned and tipped her head back, feeling her hair start to slide from its messy braid. “You…honestly have to be in here?” she asked, her voice dropping in anger as the handsome young man twisted in his chair and looked at her. She gagged and looked away from him. “You should be in juvie or something,” she grumbled, “after what you did to Mandy….”
The move came fast, but she was used to such violent acts from men of his caliber. She moved sideways in her seat and dodged the blow. “Sod off, Melec. Just ‘cause you’re a hightown asshole…”
Aidan Levenque, we do not allow swearing here. The teacher’s voice rang out and Aidan rolled her eyes before she slouched back in her chair. “A lot isn’t allowed her when I don’t look like the pressed out Plastic molds of LA nobility,” she muttered.
She snorted before she relaxed back in her chair. She didn’t allow anyone to mess with her and Melec, even though he was a disgusting jerk, and the son of a prominent politician, was not about to daunt her and make her into some quivering mess like… she watched as a dark haired boy walked in and sat in the middle of the room. He didn’t sit up front, not wanting the perfect grades, but didn’t sit in the back where those that didn’t care sat. “Yo, kid,” she shot out, using that time to kick at the back of Melec’s sheet. “You gonna tell everyone what your topic is?” she asked. She looked at Melec. “I think you should do it on why some men deserve to be chemically emasculated.”
Melec only smirked, "you're just too much of a dyke to admit that you enjoyed it."
She wished that she could punch him.
Aidan waited till she could look through the topic list. When she got it, she tried to hide the signs that her hands were shaking, but she wasn't going to stay in the room, but she couldn't let Melec know that he had won.
“This is boring,” she complained as she handed the paper to the girl that sat next to her. “Really. Bulimia. Anorexia. Abortion. Gay Marriage. It’s been done before. Obviously we know that there are popular trends in the media now, things to make us all…” she shot Melec a look, “willing to vote for the best politician that can spew his lies but this is an English class, Mrs. Tyme. Shouldn’t you be teaching about Literature? Prepping us for some big state test? Anything else instead of making us write stupid papers?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest so that Melec would stop looking at her like she was some slice of meat that he couldn’t wait to devour. “I mean, it’s the start of the new year, and you’re starting us off with a paper? Are you new to teaching, or just stupid?” she asked as she stood up and grabbed her bookbag. There was only so much stupidity that she could take, and the teacher had used it all up. “Look. I’m sure that you’re great, but honestly, when you start wanting to teach something that has to do with your subject, and not based on something that is better done in our Civics course, let me know.”
The teacher sputtered in indignation. Her face flushing as she tried to get the words out as the Native girl stood, looking at her expectantly. "Yeah, didn't think so," Aidan said as she passed the girl she had been talking to earlier, passed the scrawny kid whose cellphone went off, and went to the front of the room. "English class, not Civics..." she reminded the teacher before she walked out. Once she was out of the room she leaned against the cold metal lockers and closed her eyes tight, as her arms came to curl around her stomach and she slowly slid to the floor. She had enough of school already.
There's nothing like the sound of an alarm clock on the first day of school.
Beep! Beep! BEEP! With each sharp sound, the alarm seemed to get angrier, trying in vain to rouse its owner. At last, Peter Byrne cracked open his eyes. With a practiced swing of the arm, he silenced the tiny machine, very nearly knocking it off the table.
"Unngh..." Peter groaned, burying his face into the pillow. A soft squeaking sounded next to his ear. When Peter didn't respond, he felt a sharp bite on his earlobe.
"Fine, fine, I'm up!" Peter rolled ungracefully out of his bed. He grabbed the glasses sitting on the beside table and put them on, sharpening blurred colors into focused lines and planes. Sitting triumphantly on Peter's pillow was Truman. Despite the impossibility of it, Peter could've sworn the rat was grinning.
"Thank you ever so much, Truman. You cannot imagine my gratitude," Peter grumbled. Stretching, he yawned. Time for his glorious return to the wretched purgatory that was high school. Of course, East Shore had it's own brand of foulness that was all its own. But he found his own little bright spots. Life was never bad enough that you couldn't find something to smile at. Scooping up a random shirt from where it laid on the floor, Peter pulled it over his nude torso. He did the same with a pair of jeans, smelling them before deeming them fit for public wear.
"*Ikimashou!" Peter picked up Truman and walked out of his room. The house was silent- as it should be at 6:30. Zach usually woke up around 7:50, coercing Jackie into driving him to school. Of course, he was always at least 10 minutes late anyway. Peter usually left early. He liked having time on his own. As quietly as possible, Peter snuck down the stairs. At the door he picked up his messenger bag and fedora. He was on his way.
Mornings really weren't that bad. After you get through the whole "waking-up" thing, that is. In fact, it was beautiful. There was a peacefulness in the early hours that fled once the day truly began. Peter walked happily down the sidewalk, watching the pavement in front of him. He liked to find the grass growing between the cracks. Of course, he could only do this for a couple minutes before his mind wandered again. There was always something to think about wasn't there?
He spent the rest of the morning walking about, laughing at lawn gnomes and staring at the pinkish hue of the sky. All at once, his watch beeped. 7:40. He should start walking to school. He had almost forgot he had it. He sighed. Where had the summer gone?
"Right. Truman you know the drill. Inconspicuous, remember?" Peter said once they were just around the corner from East Shore. He dropped his rat into his messenger bag, despite the squeak of protest. With a deep breath, he went to face his high school.
The noise was as solid as a wall. Hundreds of kids were milling about, all talking with evident enthusiasm. It was easy to see the cliques. The hierarchy was as clear as day. There were the alphas, all crowded together in one tight group. Peter always had the habit of calling them the "Pretty People". Was it just him, or were all populars too attractive? Upon initiation, did they all sign a waver stating that they must look like Abercrombie models at all times? It was a mystery to him. Of course, he never made an attempt at looking good. Peter raised a hand to his cheek, feeling the rough stubble. He probably should have shaved...
Far across the parking lot, Peter could see the nega-version of the in crowd. The smart, awkward kids, the goths, the stoners... Ah, the familiar faces. Peter almost felt like laughing. It was like he had never left. Of course, there were the new kids too. You could spot 'em easily enough. They were the nervous, antsy-looking ones. Alone and hesitant. Peter would introduce himself... but it wasn't very fair of him. Why drag some unsuspecting kid down to his level? Best leave them to work themselves as high up on the social ladder as they could. Besides, at this rate he'd be late for English class.
Peter worked his way through the crowd of kids, headed towards the door. However, he did make a slight detour to avoid getting to close to the Pretty People. His darling stepbrother, Zach, would never miss an opportunity to shoot an insult his way. Once inside the school, Peter relaxed a bit. He was looking forward to English. It was his best class after all. Books in hand, he began walking to the correct hallway. The bell rang and Peter sped up a bit. He entered the classroom just behind a shorter boy with jet black hair.
The class started off as it usually did on the first day of school. Introduction to the course, and all that. Mrs. Tyme, the resident English teacher, then told them that they're first assignment of the year with a paper. A chorus of groans followed this proclamation, but Peter didn't mind. He loved to write. The paper was to be on a current issue in society. A piece of paper was being handed from desk to desk. Each student was supposed to pick a topic from the given list. This way everyone would be able to write about something different. The paper passed to the seat in front of Peter, given to the dark-haired boy he saw earlier. He seemed to be having a hard time with the topic.
“Yo, kid! You gonna tell everyone what your topic is?" A girl (Aidan, Peter remembered) called out from the other side of the classroom. Peter watching as the boy checked something off without a word then handed the paper to the seat to his right. Peter frowned. Something was wrong with him. He didn't know what... but he knew it was something.
The list of topics travelled across the room until it stopped at Aidan's desk. She made a face at the piece of paper.
“This is boring. Really. Bulimia. Anorexia. Abortion. Gay Marriage. It’s been done before. Obviously we know that there are popular trends in the media now, things to make us all…" she looked pointedly at a boy sitting near her, "willing to vote for the best politician that can spew his lies. But this is an English class, Mrs. Tyme. Shouldn’t you be teaching about Literature? Prepping us for some big state test? Anything else instead of making us write stupid papers? I mean, it’s the start of the new year, and you’re starting us off with a paper? Are you new to teaching, or just stupid?” Aidan stood up, taking her bag with her. “Look. I’m sure that you’re great, but honestly, when you start wanting to teach something that has to do with your subject, and not based on something that is better done in our Civics course, let me know.” With that, Aidan made for the door, leaving Mrs. Tyme gaping like a fish out of water.
Although, Peter had to admit Aidan had a point. But he felt bad for Mrs. Tyme. Taking pity on the teacher, he raised his hand.
"Mrs. Tyme? Maybe we should have a short break to discuss topics?" Peter offered. The english teacher only nodded, fingers rubbing her temples. Immediately the class fell to senseless noise. Peter tapped the shoulder of the raven-haired kid in front of him. He looked sort of pale.
"Hey, are you okay?"
[*Ikimashou- pronounced eeki-mah-sho, it means "Let's go" in Japanese.]
Beep! Beep! BEEP! With each sharp sound, the alarm seemed to get angrier, trying in vain to rouse its owner. At last, Peter Byrne cracked open his eyes. With a practiced swing of the arm, he silenced the tiny machine, very nearly knocking it off the table.
"Unngh..." Peter groaned, burying his face into the pillow. A soft squeaking sounded next to his ear. When Peter didn't respond, he felt a sharp bite on his earlobe.
"Fine, fine, I'm up!" Peter rolled ungracefully out of his bed. He grabbed the glasses sitting on the beside table and put them on, sharpening blurred colors into focused lines and planes. Sitting triumphantly on Peter's pillow was Truman. Despite the impossibility of it, Peter could've sworn the rat was grinning.
"Thank you ever so much, Truman. You cannot imagine my gratitude," Peter grumbled. Stretching, he yawned. Time for his glorious return to the wretched purgatory that was high school. Of course, East Shore had it's own brand of foulness that was all its own. But he found his own little bright spots. Life was never bad enough that you couldn't find something to smile at. Scooping up a random shirt from where it laid on the floor, Peter pulled it over his nude torso. He did the same with a pair of jeans, smelling them before deeming them fit for public wear.
"*Ikimashou!" Peter picked up Truman and walked out of his room. The house was silent- as it should be at 6:30. Zach usually woke up around 7:50, coercing Jackie into driving him to school. Of course, he was always at least 10 minutes late anyway. Peter usually left early. He liked having time on his own. As quietly as possible, Peter snuck down the stairs. At the door he picked up his messenger bag and fedora. He was on his way.
Mornings really weren't that bad. After you get through the whole "waking-up" thing, that is. In fact, it was beautiful. There was a peacefulness in the early hours that fled once the day truly began. Peter walked happily down the sidewalk, watching the pavement in front of him. He liked to find the grass growing between the cracks. Of course, he could only do this for a couple minutes before his mind wandered again. There was always something to think about wasn't there?
He spent the rest of the morning walking about, laughing at lawn gnomes and staring at the pinkish hue of the sky. All at once, his watch beeped. 7:40. He should start walking to school. He had almost forgot he had it. He sighed. Where had the summer gone?
"Right. Truman you know the drill. Inconspicuous, remember?" Peter said once they were just around the corner from East Shore. He dropped his rat into his messenger bag, despite the squeak of protest. With a deep breath, he went to face his high school.
The noise was as solid as a wall. Hundreds of kids were milling about, all talking with evident enthusiasm. It was easy to see the cliques. The hierarchy was as clear as day. There were the alphas, all crowded together in one tight group. Peter always had the habit of calling them the "Pretty People". Was it just him, or were all populars too attractive? Upon initiation, did they all sign a waver stating that they must look like Abercrombie models at all times? It was a mystery to him. Of course, he never made an attempt at looking good. Peter raised a hand to his cheek, feeling the rough stubble. He probably should have shaved...
Far across the parking lot, Peter could see the nega-version of the in crowd. The smart, awkward kids, the goths, the stoners... Ah, the familiar faces. Peter almost felt like laughing. It was like he had never left. Of course, there were the new kids too. You could spot 'em easily enough. They were the nervous, antsy-looking ones. Alone and hesitant. Peter would introduce himself... but it wasn't very fair of him. Why drag some unsuspecting kid down to his level? Best leave them to work themselves as high up on the social ladder as they could. Besides, at this rate he'd be late for English class.
Peter worked his way through the crowd of kids, headed towards the door. However, he did make a slight detour to avoid getting to close to the Pretty People. His darling stepbrother, Zach, would never miss an opportunity to shoot an insult his way. Once inside the school, Peter relaxed a bit. He was looking forward to English. It was his best class after all. Books in hand, he began walking to the correct hallway. The bell rang and Peter sped up a bit. He entered the classroom just behind a shorter boy with jet black hair.
The class started off as it usually did on the first day of school. Introduction to the course, and all that. Mrs. Tyme, the resident English teacher, then told them that they're first assignment of the year with a paper. A chorus of groans followed this proclamation, but Peter didn't mind. He loved to write. The paper was to be on a current issue in society. A piece of paper was being handed from desk to desk. Each student was supposed to pick a topic from the given list. This way everyone would be able to write about something different. The paper passed to the seat in front of Peter, given to the dark-haired boy he saw earlier. He seemed to be having a hard time with the topic.
“Yo, kid! You gonna tell everyone what your topic is?" A girl (Aidan, Peter remembered) called out from the other side of the classroom. Peter watching as the boy checked something off without a word then handed the paper to the seat to his right. Peter frowned. Something was wrong with him. He didn't know what... but he knew it was something.
The list of topics travelled across the room until it stopped at Aidan's desk. She made a face at the piece of paper.
“This is boring. Really. Bulimia. Anorexia. Abortion. Gay Marriage. It’s been done before. Obviously we know that there are popular trends in the media now, things to make us all…" she looked pointedly at a boy sitting near her, "willing to vote for the best politician that can spew his lies. But this is an English class, Mrs. Tyme. Shouldn’t you be teaching about Literature? Prepping us for some big state test? Anything else instead of making us write stupid papers? I mean, it’s the start of the new year, and you’re starting us off with a paper? Are you new to teaching, or just stupid?” Aidan stood up, taking her bag with her. “Look. I’m sure that you’re great, but honestly, when you start wanting to teach something that has to do with your subject, and not based on something that is better done in our Civics course, let me know.” With that, Aidan made for the door, leaving Mrs. Tyme gaping like a fish out of water.
Although, Peter had to admit Aidan had a point. But he felt bad for Mrs. Tyme. Taking pity on the teacher, he raised his hand.
"Mrs. Tyme? Maybe we should have a short break to discuss topics?" Peter offered. The english teacher only nodded, fingers rubbing her temples. Immediately the class fell to senseless noise. Peter tapped the shoulder of the raven-haired kid in front of him. He looked sort of pale.
"Hey, are you okay?"
[*Ikimashou- pronounced eeki-mah-sho, it means "Let's go" in Japanese.]
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“Nice voice,” Nate commented when the new kid talked to him. He raised a hand, “seriously. You’ll learn quick. I have a dry humor. I wasn’t joking, it’s a nice voice. Different accent from the normal pleb voices that we get around here,” he said as he leaned back against the door. He arched a brow at the other. “Chemistry huh? Are you taking it just to learn how to blow stuff up? Because I took it for that reason last year and there is less on blowing stuff up and more involving math,” he said, making conversation. “Nice to meet you…Alek,” he said before he saw the blonde brush past him. He dipped her a low bow. “Nice to see you again, Princess,” he said before he looked back to Alek and walked with him into the room.
He looked around, smelling the familiar stench of chemicals, chalk and whatever it was that his teacher smoked when he thought that the students weren’t paying attention or watching. Of course, there was always someone watching at any moment. Nate leaned against the teacher’s desk, trying to figure out where he wanted to sit. That could determine his future. He was set on Stanford for college and he knew that his GPA needed to stay high in order to get into it. He shrugged and went to sit next to Alexis. He wasn’t going to be her lab partner, not unless she was assigned, but he preferred having a good seat in the classroom, regardless of who he was sitting next to.
“Oh yeah,” he leaned back in his chair and looked over his shoulder towards Alek. “I’m Nathanial Augustine. Friends call me Nate, or the one friend I have calls me that. You can call me whatever, as long as it’s not Nan. Welcome to the school. Here’s hoping you have a good day,” he said before he twisted back around and faced the front. The teacher, Mr. Blackburn, walked in. He was a small man, stooped from constantly bending over his computer, yet it was clear that he had a passion for his job and he was good at it. There would be no getting an easy A, not for anyone. Nate had learned that the hard way. Mr. Blackburn didn’t tolerate students talking out of turn, and he was notorious for making a student’s life a living hell if the students thought that Chem lab was something that could be screwed with.
“And there will be no mixing chemicals, Mr. Augustine…”
“huh?” Nate said as he focused back on the teacher. “That was….a handful of times,” he said in his own defense before he sombered and nodded. “You got it, Sir. I learned my lesson, it won’t happen this year,” he said. He tapped his pencil against his notebook. When Mr. Blackburn turned to talk to Alexis, he slid his hand into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone. He flicked it open and saw that he had no messages. He frowned. Normally Aidan was always texting him during class. He sighed and closed the phone, putting it back in his pocket. Maybe she’s just….riveted by Mrs. Tyme’s class. I dunno how. The insipid cow gets her subjects mixed up…
Nate put his chin in his hand and gave up as he opened is notebook so that he could take notes. Chem, not his favorite subject. Mol, not his favorite thing to learn. Anything math related, not fun. “Ugh, shoot me now,” he said as he put his head down on the table. He raised his hand. “Mr. Blackburn. I’m already lost,” he said without shame. “Are you sure there isn’t a remedial chemistry course for the chemistry impaired?” he asked, unafraid to say when he didn’t understand something.
He looked around, smelling the familiar stench of chemicals, chalk and whatever it was that his teacher smoked when he thought that the students weren’t paying attention or watching. Of course, there was always someone watching at any moment. Nate leaned against the teacher’s desk, trying to figure out where he wanted to sit. That could determine his future. He was set on Stanford for college and he knew that his GPA needed to stay high in order to get into it. He shrugged and went to sit next to Alexis. He wasn’t going to be her lab partner, not unless she was assigned, but he preferred having a good seat in the classroom, regardless of who he was sitting next to.
“Oh yeah,” he leaned back in his chair and looked over his shoulder towards Alek. “I’m Nathanial Augustine. Friends call me Nate, or the one friend I have calls me that. You can call me whatever, as long as it’s not Nan. Welcome to the school. Here’s hoping you have a good day,” he said before he twisted back around and faced the front. The teacher, Mr. Blackburn, walked in. He was a small man, stooped from constantly bending over his computer, yet it was clear that he had a passion for his job and he was good at it. There would be no getting an easy A, not for anyone. Nate had learned that the hard way. Mr. Blackburn didn’t tolerate students talking out of turn, and he was notorious for making a student’s life a living hell if the students thought that Chem lab was something that could be screwed with.
“And there will be no mixing chemicals, Mr. Augustine…”
“huh?” Nate said as he focused back on the teacher. “That was….a handful of times,” he said in his own defense before he sombered and nodded. “You got it, Sir. I learned my lesson, it won’t happen this year,” he said. He tapped his pencil against his notebook. When Mr. Blackburn turned to talk to Alexis, he slid his hand into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone. He flicked it open and saw that he had no messages. He frowned. Normally Aidan was always texting him during class. He sighed and closed the phone, putting it back in his pocket. Maybe she’s just….riveted by Mrs. Tyme’s class. I dunno how. The insipid cow gets her subjects mixed up…
Nate put his chin in his hand and gave up as he opened is notebook so that he could take notes. Chem, not his favorite subject. Mol, not his favorite thing to learn. Anything math related, not fun. “Ugh, shoot me now,” he said as he put his head down on the table. He raised his hand. “Mr. Blackburn. I’m already lost,” he said without shame. “Are you sure there isn’t a remedial chemistry course for the chemistry impaired?” he asked, unafraid to say when he didn’t understand something.
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Alexis looked at the scrawny little guy, scowling as he continued speaking even though she had indirectly told them to move. She ran her hair through her blonde hair, wondering when either would take a notice to move. This was one of many times when the lower classes in her mind, thought better of themselves first it was that untidy girl at the school gate, then this guy if only she knew them. Alexis smirked when Nate made that comment about the princess, "And what happened to the queen?" she asked, looking back at him as she went and took her seat in the middle it was where she always sat, if she sat at the back there would be a good chance she got picked on and at the front she was right in front of the teacher's view.
She took out her chemistry books and a pen, noticing that Nate had sat next to her she moved her chair slightly away to only notice another nerdy looking guy sat next to her, making her move her chair back to its position. Alexis sighed quietly to herself as she crossed over her legs taking out her phone to check through, since the teacher still hadn't come in. Alexis turned at Nate, who was talking to that same little guy again wondering why he was making such a fuss to become friends with him. She slowly slid her phone back in her skirt pocket as the teacher came in.
Alexis tapped her foot slightly, smirking as the teacher spoke to Nate, despite the fact she acted so mean and slutty she's always had an ambition to out-do her brothers and she could only do that if she paid attention in class. As Mr.Blackburn looked at her Alexis gave a fake smile, she had learnt the art of staying in the teacher's good books. "Ms.Rayne? Alexis Rayne right?" the teacher asked, Alexis just nodded as if it wasn't anything new many people knew her either through her parents or her brothers much to her dislike. "Heard a lot about your brothers very intelligent guys" Alexis just looked down and scowled, that was the worst thing knowing that she had a so called 'standard' to live up to.
Just as Mr.Blackburn turned away, Alexis reached for her pen as she used one hand to pull her hair behind her ear. Then when he turned back again, "And Ms.Rayne I'll put you with Mr.Augustine maybe you could teach him how to shine in chemistry". Alexis turned to Nate, with a slight frown she needed a good lab partner and from what she guessed he wasn't going to be much help. She turned away not uttering a word to him.
She took out her chemistry books and a pen, noticing that Nate had sat next to her she moved her chair slightly away to only notice another nerdy looking guy sat next to her, making her move her chair back to its position. Alexis sighed quietly to herself as she crossed over her legs taking out her phone to check through, since the teacher still hadn't come in. Alexis turned at Nate, who was talking to that same little guy again wondering why he was making such a fuss to become friends with him. She slowly slid her phone back in her skirt pocket as the teacher came in.
Alexis tapped her foot slightly, smirking as the teacher spoke to Nate, despite the fact she acted so mean and slutty she's always had an ambition to out-do her brothers and she could only do that if she paid attention in class. As Mr.Blackburn looked at her Alexis gave a fake smile, she had learnt the art of staying in the teacher's good books. "Ms.Rayne? Alexis Rayne right?" the teacher asked, Alexis just nodded as if it wasn't anything new many people knew her either through her parents or her brothers much to her dislike. "Heard a lot about your brothers very intelligent guys" Alexis just looked down and scowled, that was the worst thing knowing that she had a so called 'standard' to live up to.
Just as Mr.Blackburn turned away, Alexis reached for her pen as she used one hand to pull her hair behind her ear. Then when he turned back again, "And Ms.Rayne I'll put you with Mr.Augustine maybe you could teach him how to shine in chemistry". Alexis turned to Nate, with a slight frown she needed a good lab partner and from what she guessed he wasn't going to be much help. She turned away not uttering a word to him.
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No one has ever said that before... Alek mused to himself as Nate turned back around in his chair. He also didn't ask where he was from, which was a relief. He'd had enough communism and "Soviet Russia" jokes to last him a lifetime. He talked a bit more than Alek would have liked, but he didn't seem like an obnoxious person. One out of hundreds though, the boy reminded himself. He was sure he'd meet plenty of hateful people by the end of the day.
Finally, the teacher came into the room. A few minutes later and everyone seemed to have been partnered up... except for Alek. An odd number, just as he had hoped. Well, sort of. Honestly, he wasn't sure if he could handle this class without a partner, as he had never taken Chemistry before but knew he wasn't exactly a mathematician.
"Did everyone get a partner then?" Mr. Blackburn asked, scanning the names on his list. Sighing, Alek raised his hand slowly.
"Em, I did not," he said quietly. The teacher looked from him to the list, frowning.
"And you are...?" he asked, obviously irritated at the unexpected mistake.
"Aleksandr Antonov... I vaz added to this class last minute, so I may not be on the lizt yet..." Alek explained, noting a few of the kids staring at him. He was used to it by now though.
"Okay, and where are you from Alexander?" he asked as he wrote in Alek's name at the bottom of his attendance sheet. Surprise, surprise.
"Russia..." It seemed like just the word had become its own joke, the way a few people behind him snickered. Russia was a good country with a difficult past, and he hated how Americans would forever stereotype it without learning anything about it from their side of things. He heard a boy in the row behind him whisper about how communists seemed to have "gotten smaller". Great, a short joke and a communist joke all in one. How witty. "And most people just call me Alek."
"Alright, Alex..." Alek raised his eyebrow, wondering why even after he said his name this teacher still felt the need to completely mispronounce it. It wasn't even like it was an unusual name: he'd met a kid two years ago named Alec Smith. "Well, everyone seems to have a partner already, so I'll have to make a group of three... you can work with Ms. Rayne and Mr.Augustine." Alek merely nodded before looking down at the table, without even so much as glancing at the other two. He had a feeling this sort of thing was going to happen a lot today.
Finally, the teacher came into the room. A few minutes later and everyone seemed to have been partnered up... except for Alek. An odd number, just as he had hoped. Well, sort of. Honestly, he wasn't sure if he could handle this class without a partner, as he had never taken Chemistry before but knew he wasn't exactly a mathematician.
"Did everyone get a partner then?" Mr. Blackburn asked, scanning the names on his list. Sighing, Alek raised his hand slowly.
"Em, I did not," he said quietly. The teacher looked from him to the list, frowning.
"And you are...?" he asked, obviously irritated at the unexpected mistake.
"Aleksandr Antonov... I vaz added to this class last minute, so I may not be on the lizt yet..." Alek explained, noting a few of the kids staring at him. He was used to it by now though.
"Okay, and where are you from Alexander?" he asked as he wrote in Alek's name at the bottom of his attendance sheet. Surprise, surprise.
"Russia..." It seemed like just the word had become its own joke, the way a few people behind him snickered. Russia was a good country with a difficult past, and he hated how Americans would forever stereotype it without learning anything about it from their side of things. He heard a boy in the row behind him whisper about how communists seemed to have "gotten smaller". Great, a short joke and a communist joke all in one. How witty. "And most people just call me Alek."
"Alright, Alex..." Alek raised his eyebrow, wondering why even after he said his name this teacher still felt the need to completely mispronounce it. It wasn't even like it was an unusual name: he'd met a kid two years ago named Alec Smith. "Well, everyone seems to have a partner already, so I'll have to make a group of three... you can work with Ms. Rayne and Mr.Augustine." Alek merely nodded before looking down at the table, without even so much as glancing at the other two. He had a feeling this sort of thing was going to happen a lot today.
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“Hey,” Victoria turned her head to look back at the girl who was sitting behind her. She had leaned up to whisper with some sort of accent from the East Coast, Victoria could tell only because she'd worked with people from all over. “ You got a pen or something? You know, something I can use to scribble on a piece of paper?”
" Sure, here." She murmured as she passed the pen she had been currently holding, diagonally back to the girl and faced forward again. She pulled another pen from her bag that sat at her feet and tapped her closed binder with it. Within moments, the girl near her had started some random argument with the guy who sat in the desk next to Victoria and in front of the girl.. Aidan, she soon found out as the teacher commented on Aidan's language. Another few minutes later and Aidan said her piece on the topic choices just before exiting the class, with one last reminder to Mrs. Tyme about how English was not Civics class.
Victoria held in a laugh at this as she glanced sideways at the guy, Melec. He reminded the black haired girl about her most recent boyfriend which gave her a shiver that she forced herself to hold in as she turned her dark eyes to the front of the class again. She wanted the period to be over already, she thought as the sheet was set on her desk. She glanced down at it, scanning the topics before checking her choice; abortion. Victoria had already known it was there from when Aidan had read out some of the topics.
She covered a yawn as a guy spoke up after Aidan left. " Mrs. Tyme? Maybe we should have a short break to discuss topics?" Victoria looked over at the guy with his black-rimmed glasses as he tapped the shoulder of the kid in front of him but faced forward again as she let out a soft sigh of frustration. It was way too early in the morning for any of this, she thought as she kept silent. Victoria would have talked but she didn't recognize many people in the classroom that she knew except Melec, kind of, and he wasn't someone she would ever want to converse with about anything at all.
" Sure, here." She murmured as she passed the pen she had been currently holding, diagonally back to the girl and faced forward again. She pulled another pen from her bag that sat at her feet and tapped her closed binder with it. Within moments, the girl near her had started some random argument with the guy who sat in the desk next to Victoria and in front of the girl.. Aidan, she soon found out as the teacher commented on Aidan's language. Another few minutes later and Aidan said her piece on the topic choices just before exiting the class, with one last reminder to Mrs. Tyme about how English was not Civics class.
Victoria held in a laugh at this as she glanced sideways at the guy, Melec. He reminded the black haired girl about her most recent boyfriend which gave her a shiver that she forced herself to hold in as she turned her dark eyes to the front of the class again. She wanted the period to be over already, she thought as the sheet was set on her desk. She glanced down at it, scanning the topics before checking her choice; abortion. Victoria had already known it was there from when Aidan had read out some of the topics.
She covered a yawn as a guy spoke up after Aidan left. " Mrs. Tyme? Maybe we should have a short break to discuss topics?" Victoria looked over at the guy with his black-rimmed glasses as he tapped the shoulder of the kid in front of him but faced forward again as she let out a soft sigh of frustration. It was way too early in the morning for any of this, she thought as she kept silent. Victoria would have talked but she didn't recognize many people in the classroom that she knew except Melec, kind of, and he wasn't someone she would ever want to converse with about anything at all.
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Shiloh used the raven-haired Native's outburst and exit from the class as an excuse to quit rambling. He'd never been good with words. Then a voice startled him. In front of him was a tall teenage with messy brown hair and large spectacles. Spectacles. The word always made him laugh. He realized the brunette had asked if he was okay, and he stuttered something incoherent to even him.
"Sorry, sorry, I'm fi-ine." He finally managed the pull the words out of his mouth, his voice cracked on the last word. He returned his attention his paper. He wasn't the one to randomly start conversations with strangers, especially one about himself. Shiloh could be embarassed over the simplest thing, which meant his cheeks were often cherry red in tint from humiliation.
Or sunburn, he'd never been the one to have a tan.
He was also less social from the constant bullying from boyfriends and football players, and yelling from his father. He never really had anything to talk about, except for personal things. But Personal Information, along with his Bulimia Nervosa and his notoriously abusive ex-boyfriends, were at the top of the list of "Topics Not Brought Up In Any Conversation".
Shiloh looked through the topic and finally settled on bulimia, None of the other managed to snatch it before him, so he decided to finally take it. He heard some of the Upper Class girls sighing, and he smirking. He returned to his desk from telling Mrs. Tyme his topic, a slight limp in his step from an accident that broke his ankle a month ago. Other than being a naturally clumsy person as an excuse, he was showing Sam a flip on their trampoline when he flipped off the edge.
"Um, hey, do you want to work on the paper together?" Shiloh asked the brunette from earlier, a slight tone of fragility in his voice. He'd seen him around a few times. Zach was a hot jock that Shiloh saw occasionally and had fallen head over heels for. He was only a guy. He loved Zach's muscular frame and blonde locks. Maybe if he got close to this guy, he would see Zach more often.
"I'm Shiloh." He commented to the guy, taking out his 170-page notebook. It was already half-full with stories of unrequited love and poems of insecurity, so he turned to a new page and looked up to the boy for any confirmation.
"Sorry, sorry, I'm fi-ine." He finally managed the pull the words out of his mouth, his voice cracked on the last word. He returned his attention his paper. He wasn't the one to randomly start conversations with strangers, especially one about himself. Shiloh could be embarassed over the simplest thing, which meant his cheeks were often cherry red in tint from humiliation.
Or sunburn, he'd never been the one to have a tan.
He was also less social from the constant bullying from boyfriends and football players, and yelling from his father. He never really had anything to talk about, except for personal things. But Personal Information, along with his Bulimia Nervosa and his notoriously abusive ex-boyfriends, were at the top of the list of "Topics Not Brought Up In Any Conversation".
Shiloh looked through the topic and finally settled on bulimia, None of the other managed to snatch it before him, so he decided to finally take it. He heard some of the Upper Class girls sighing, and he smirking. He returned to his desk from telling Mrs. Tyme his topic, a slight limp in his step from an accident that broke his ankle a month ago. Other than being a naturally clumsy person as an excuse, he was showing Sam a flip on their trampoline when he flipped off the edge.
"Um, hey, do you want to work on the paper together?" Shiloh asked the brunette from earlier, a slight tone of fragility in his voice. He'd seen him around a few times. Zach was a hot jock that Shiloh saw occasionally and had fallen head over heels for. He was only a guy. He loved Zach's muscular frame and blonde locks. Maybe if he got close to this guy, he would see Zach more often.
"I'm Shiloh." He commented to the guy, taking out his 170-page notebook. It was already half-full with stories of unrequited love and poems of insecurity, so he turned to a new page and looked up to the boy for any confirmation.
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Zach woke up at 5 am in a cold sweat. It wasn't anything unusual, but it wasn't one of the most fun ways to greet the world in the morning. His nightmare seemed to be making an appearance each night, something that hadn't happened since he was back in Seattle. But he was pretty stressed lately. His last year of high school... what was he going to do after this? His past job experiences were exactly those one would put on a résumé.
For the next hour or so, Zach stayed in bed. He stared at his ceiling, just thinking. He wasn't really an intellectual guy, but it wasn't as if he could go back to sleep. He had deep-seated sense of watchfulness- it was hard for him to fall asleep and stay asleep. Most mornings he'd spend in a weird state of meditation. It was as if his mind just stopped. It was sort of welcome. He didn't want to be aware of the screwed-up planet he lived on.
Around 6:30 or so, he heard Peter getting up. The doofus was about as quiet and as sneaky as an 800 pound gorilla on crystal meth. He was a spastic little monkey wasn't he? But he really wasn't worth Zach's time. At least, not at the moment. Besides, if Mom knew he was awake, she'd insist on making him breakfast and all that lovey-dovey crap that he really didn't want to go through. So, until about 7:45 or so, he merely stared at the off white of his ceiling, mind just drifting in a sea of nothing.
When he did get out of bed his morning followed the usual routine. He pulled on a grey t-shirt, blue jeans, walked downstairs, and yelled for his mom to drive him to school. He arrived at school roughly five minutes late. The front of the school was deserted, all students already in their first classes. Zach exhaled harshly in annoyance. Another day with the pompous and pampered. What idiots.
But as he sauntered into the school, a familiar smirk settled itself upon his face. He may hate the kids here, but the school was his domain. He was on top- who didn't like that? Throwing his stuff into his locker, Zach began to walk to his Chemistry class. The class was already about ten minutes in, but Zach didn't make any effort to hurry along. It wasn't as if he was going to be a chemist.
Just as he rounded the corner, he smacked rather painfully into something. Or rather, someone. On the floor next to him was a dark skinned girl with black hair. He couldn't help but notice the rest of her body as well. Zach hurriedly picked himself up from the floor.
For the next hour or so, Zach stayed in bed. He stared at his ceiling, just thinking. He wasn't really an intellectual guy, but it wasn't as if he could go back to sleep. He had deep-seated sense of watchfulness- it was hard for him to fall asleep and stay asleep. Most mornings he'd spend in a weird state of meditation. It was as if his mind just stopped. It was sort of welcome. He didn't want to be aware of the screwed-up planet he lived on.
Around 6:30 or so, he heard Peter getting up. The doofus was about as quiet and as sneaky as an 800 pound gorilla on crystal meth. He was a spastic little monkey wasn't he? But he really wasn't worth Zach's time. At least, not at the moment. Besides, if Mom knew he was awake, she'd insist on making him breakfast and all that lovey-dovey crap that he really didn't want to go through. So, until about 7:45 or so, he merely stared at the off white of his ceiling, mind just drifting in a sea of nothing.
When he did get out of bed his morning followed the usual routine. He pulled on a grey t-shirt, blue jeans, walked downstairs, and yelled for his mom to drive him to school. He arrived at school roughly five minutes late. The front of the school was deserted, all students already in their first classes. Zach exhaled harshly in annoyance. Another day with the pompous and pampered. What idiots.
But as he sauntered into the school, a familiar smirk settled itself upon his face. He may hate the kids here, but the school was his domain. He was on top- who didn't like that? Throwing his stuff into his locker, Zach began to walk to his Chemistry class. The class was already about ten minutes in, but Zach didn't make any effort to hurry along. It wasn't as if he was going to be a chemist.
Just as he rounded the corner, he smacked rather painfully into something. Or rather, someone. On the floor next to him was a dark skinned girl with black hair. He couldn't help but notice the rest of her body as well. Zach hurriedly picked himself up from the floor.
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Aidan tipped her head back against the locker and closed her eyes. “You have ten seconds to get over yourself,” she muttered. It was a trick she learned when she knew she was treading on dangerous ground. It was one thing to get angry with the teacher - who in all cases had no right to be teaching if on the first day of school she couldn’t even tell the students what they were supposed to be reading and instead- and it was another to let Melec get her so worked up that she was sitting on the floor, alone in the hall, about to cry like she was some pampered princess who had the time to waste crying. She breathed out slowly and forced her emotions under control. She wasn’t going to allow anyone to see her so worked –
She felt someone run into her before she registered that he was there. You’re slipping… she thought with a curse as she quickly got up, scowling when she realized how tall he was in comparison to her. Instead of being cowered or stepping back from the encounter, she tipped her head back proudly and stared up at him, her hands defiantly moving to her hips. “Why don’t you look where you’re going next time?” she asked, as her phone vibrated in her pocket. Her heated tone, angry and showing how close she was to shoving the other, was one that was nearly always out of control. She never thought before she spoke and the appearance of this other teen didn’t help her already volatile mood. Fumbling into her pocket for her phone, she saw that it was a text from Nate. Not wanting another man butting into her business, she hit the ignore button and returned to looking at the stranger. She tried to step around him without turning her back on him. Already, her weight was shifting to her toes; her shoulders were set stiff, her hands balled into fists. She knew that she couldn’t take him, but damn if she wouldn’t try if she had to.
“You’re late for class,” she taunted him, pushing a strand of her black hair out of her face. “You aren’t in her class,” she said as she jerked her thumb over her shoulder, indicating Mrs. Tyme’s English class. “Not that you’re too smart for it,” she sized him up. “I think that you’d have more problems with her stupid paper than I do now,” she said, feeling her book bag slip down her shoulder and she allowed it to fall to the floor instead of tying up one hand trying to fix it. “Shouldn’t you be heading off, Stranger?” she asked. She wasn’t going to ask his name. She was constantly on the defensive, always aggressive. In chess, she had to play the black side, just because she got to move first. Not that she was any good at chess; the game couldn’t hold her attention for that long.
Mrs. Tyme poked her head out of the classroom and glared at Aidan and Zach. “Aidan. You are to go to the Principal’s office, right now and you…” she turned her attention to Zach, “You are late for class. Either get to class or join her at the principal’s.”
Aidan scoffed and bent down, using that distraction to pick up her bag. “I’ll make it easy on you, Mrs. Tyme. Stranger, here, can be a good boy and go to his class. I’m leaving,” she said. She had her Alternative classes next anyway and the soon she got inside a car, the better she’d feel. There was no way she was going to go visit the principal, again. The last thing she wanted to see is the disappointment in Danny’s face if the woman got a call to pick her up on the first day of school. She looked at Zach a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. “See you around, Stranger,” she said, content to call him that before she’d turn to walk away.
She felt someone run into her before she registered that he was there. You’re slipping… she thought with a curse as she quickly got up, scowling when she realized how tall he was in comparison to her. Instead of being cowered or stepping back from the encounter, she tipped her head back proudly and stared up at him, her hands defiantly moving to her hips. “Why don’t you look where you’re going next time?” she asked, as her phone vibrated in her pocket. Her heated tone, angry and showing how close she was to shoving the other, was one that was nearly always out of control. She never thought before she spoke and the appearance of this other teen didn’t help her already volatile mood. Fumbling into her pocket for her phone, she saw that it was a text from Nate. Not wanting another man butting into her business, she hit the ignore button and returned to looking at the stranger. She tried to step around him without turning her back on him. Already, her weight was shifting to her toes; her shoulders were set stiff, her hands balled into fists. She knew that she couldn’t take him, but damn if she wouldn’t try if she had to.
“You’re late for class,” she taunted him, pushing a strand of her black hair out of her face. “You aren’t in her class,” she said as she jerked her thumb over her shoulder, indicating Mrs. Tyme’s English class. “Not that you’re too smart for it,” she sized him up. “I think that you’d have more problems with her stupid paper than I do now,” she said, feeling her book bag slip down her shoulder and she allowed it to fall to the floor instead of tying up one hand trying to fix it. “Shouldn’t you be heading off, Stranger?” she asked. She wasn’t going to ask his name. She was constantly on the defensive, always aggressive. In chess, she had to play the black side, just because she got to move first. Not that she was any good at chess; the game couldn’t hold her attention for that long.
Mrs. Tyme poked her head out of the classroom and glared at Aidan and Zach. “Aidan. You are to go to the Principal’s office, right now and you…” she turned her attention to Zach, “You are late for class. Either get to class or join her at the principal’s.”
Aidan scoffed and bent down, using that distraction to pick up her bag. “I’ll make it easy on you, Mrs. Tyme. Stranger, here, can be a good boy and go to his class. I’m leaving,” she said. She had her Alternative classes next anyway and the soon she got inside a car, the better she’d feel. There was no way she was going to go visit the principal, again. The last thing she wanted to see is the disappointment in Danny’s face if the woman got a call to pick her up on the first day of school. She looked at Zach a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. “See you around, Stranger,” she said, content to call him that before she’d turn to walk away.
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OOC: If you haven't figured it out, Nate has Blue-Yellow colorblindness. Most things appear to be shades of red/violet. Blue/Green appear to be shades of violet. Yellow looks like a light pink.His ROYGBIV is more like Red, Red, Red, Red, Blue, Violet Violet. Black and White look the same. He does see shades of red but again...hence the brightness of his dress. He just doesn't care.
“Aw, I’m with the Princess, cute~” he said before he looked over at the girl. “You asked me earlier about what happened to the Queen?” he asked before he looked down at himself, gestured down to himself. “Darling, don’t you know? Men make the best Queens,” he said with a laugh. He was quite proud of himself and his orientation. He didn’t care who knew or what they thought about it. “So, I guess you’re now part of my royal court,” he said before he tipped his chair back and looked at Alek before he looked ahead.
“Mr. Holland? Zach Holland?” Mr. Blackburn called out. He had finished taking attendance and he was one person short.
“Mr. Blackburn,” Nate called out, “I know that you’re all fixated on me not burning the school down, but according to your rooster, we’re missing someone else. You’ve put everyone else into pairs, but last year, you let everyone work in fours. I mean, the tables sit four,” he pointed out.
Mr. Blackburn just looked over his spectacles at Nate before he nodded for the teen to continue.
“You can put Alek with me and the Princess. Then, when this new kid shows up, he’s in our group. There. We have the four. The Queen, the Princess, the Knight and The Rogue,” he said with a smirk as he put all four legs down on the table. He quite liked the sound of that. The Royal Court and he had just the sort of personality that could pull it off. “I mean, I need all the help that I can get with this stuff,” he said. He crossed his arms over his chest before he tipped his head back. “Alek, why don’t you come up here and sit with us,” he said. “I’ll make you welcome. I’m sure the Princess will do her best if your daddy has enough cash,” he said. It wasn’t that Cassiel wasn’t well off, he was. Quite well off, but Nate worked for what he had because Cassiel wasn’t the sort that was going to give out handouts to anyone, not even his brother-in-law.
Mr. Blackburn handed out the first lab list. It was just something for the students to do to get used to where all of the tools were. It was a sort of scavenger hunt. The first group to correctly answer what tools do what will get five points added onto the first exam,” he said. He handed the piece of paper to Alek. “Here, Alex, you can be the leader.”
“His name is Alek,” Nate said before he pointed to Alexis. “She’s Alexis, and I’m Nate,” he said, speaking slowly as he tossed the new kid a pencil. “Let’s figure this out. We have to work without the Rogue, so…” he looked over the piece of paper. “yeah, I don’t know what any of this stuff does, Sorry…” he looked back to the teacher. “Mr. Blackburn, can I have a textbook?” he asked.
Mr. Blackburn gestured to the stack of textbooks that was on his desk. One was Physics, and was green, the other was their chemistry textbook and it was purple. “Just take the purple one,” the teacher muttered as he went back to looking over his notes for his physics class.
Nate shrugged and reached out, not looking at the title and grabbed the Physics book before he brought it back and dropped it in front of Alexis. “Make yourself useful, Princess, find the answers.
“Aw, I’m with the Princess, cute~” he said before he looked over at the girl. “You asked me earlier about what happened to the Queen?” he asked before he looked down at himself, gestured down to himself. “Darling, don’t you know? Men make the best Queens,” he said with a laugh. He was quite proud of himself and his orientation. He didn’t care who knew or what they thought about it. “So, I guess you’re now part of my royal court,” he said before he tipped his chair back and looked at Alek before he looked ahead.
“Mr. Holland? Zach Holland?” Mr. Blackburn called out. He had finished taking attendance and he was one person short.
“Mr. Blackburn,” Nate called out, “I know that you’re all fixated on me not burning the school down, but according to your rooster, we’re missing someone else. You’ve put everyone else into pairs, but last year, you let everyone work in fours. I mean, the tables sit four,” he pointed out.
Mr. Blackburn just looked over his spectacles at Nate before he nodded for the teen to continue.
“You can put Alek with me and the Princess. Then, when this new kid shows up, he’s in our group. There. We have the four. The Queen, the Princess, the Knight and The Rogue,” he said with a smirk as he put all four legs down on the table. He quite liked the sound of that. The Royal Court and he had just the sort of personality that could pull it off. “I mean, I need all the help that I can get with this stuff,” he said. He crossed his arms over his chest before he tipped his head back. “Alek, why don’t you come up here and sit with us,” he said. “I’ll make you welcome. I’m sure the Princess will do her best if your daddy has enough cash,” he said. It wasn’t that Cassiel wasn’t well off, he was. Quite well off, but Nate worked for what he had because Cassiel wasn’t the sort that was going to give out handouts to anyone, not even his brother-in-law.
Mr. Blackburn handed out the first lab list. It was just something for the students to do to get used to where all of the tools were. It was a sort of scavenger hunt. The first group to correctly answer what tools do what will get five points added onto the first exam,” he said. He handed the piece of paper to Alek. “Here, Alex, you can be the leader.”
“His name is Alek,” Nate said before he pointed to Alexis. “She’s Alexis, and I’m Nate,” he said, speaking slowly as he tossed the new kid a pencil. “Let’s figure this out. We have to work without the Rogue, so…” he looked over the piece of paper. “yeah, I don’t know what any of this stuff does, Sorry…” he looked back to the teacher. “Mr. Blackburn, can I have a textbook?” he asked.
Mr. Blackburn gestured to the stack of textbooks that was on his desk. One was Physics, and was green, the other was their chemistry textbook and it was purple. “Just take the purple one,” the teacher muttered as he went back to looking over his notes for his physics class.
Nate shrugged and reached out, not looking at the title and grabbed the Physics book before he brought it back and dropped it in front of Alexis. “Make yourself useful, Princess, find the answers.
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Alexis looked over at Nate with a puzzled look "You really can be absurd.." she said. Then smirked when he began to answer her question about the Queen, as she followed his gaze, she sniggered slightly as he called himself the Queen. She ran her fingers through her hair and said "Dream on" as she turned back only to hear another comment about royalty she turned on her seat "This is reality" she said gesturing around the place "Keep your fantasies to yourself" then turned back to face the front as Mr.Blackburn began to take the attendance.
Alexis sighed hearing Nate again, it wasn't surprising the teacher actually though of him as a accident-prone person. Alexis ignored him, as she began to doodle over her notebook, then as soon as he mentioned being in a larger group she sighed then shrugged knowing that at least one of them would be slightly smart. When the teacher agreed, Alexis turned back to look at the little guy whose name was supposedly Alek she have an unsettling smile as she turned away shaking her head at Nate's comment. It was just like how her brothers used to say she took things for granted and only actually cared about money that being the reason she wanted to study.
When Mr.Blackburn handed the list around the class, and made Alek the leader she gave him a puzzled look wondering why he made him the leader knowing he was the quiet sort. When Nate mentioned her name, she said "He knows who I am and who you are so don't get too smart" in a cold tone and then gave a fake smile to the teacher as she peered over the list already getting answers in her head.
When Nate placed a textbook in front of her, she looked down at it and laughed slightly "You call yourself the Queen and you can't even pick the right textbook" she said with a smirk, returning the physics textbook as she got a chemistry one and placed it in front of Nate "Princesses don't do work" she said then took the page and wrote down a few answers as she slid it back to Alek on the other side.
Alexis sighed hearing Nate again, it wasn't surprising the teacher actually though of him as a accident-prone person. Alexis ignored him, as she began to doodle over her notebook, then as soon as he mentioned being in a larger group she sighed then shrugged knowing that at least one of them would be slightly smart. When the teacher agreed, Alexis turned back to look at the little guy whose name was supposedly Alek she have an unsettling smile as she turned away shaking her head at Nate's comment. It was just like how her brothers used to say she took things for granted and only actually cared about money that being the reason she wanted to study.
When Mr.Blackburn handed the list around the class, and made Alek the leader she gave him a puzzled look wondering why he made him the leader knowing he was the quiet sort. When Nate mentioned her name, she said "He knows who I am and who you are so don't get too smart" in a cold tone and then gave a fake smile to the teacher as she peered over the list already getting answers in her head.
When Nate placed a textbook in front of her, she looked down at it and laughed slightly "You call yourself the Queen and you can't even pick the right textbook" she said with a smirk, returning the physics textbook as she got a chemistry one and placed it in front of Nate "Princesses don't do work" she said then took the page and wrote down a few answers as she slid it back to Alek on the other side.
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Alek watched Nate with a slight frown as he talked, wondering how he had already managed to put the entire class at his pace. His frown then morphed itself into a scowl when Nate referred to him as the Knight. What nonsense was he talking about? When did he agree to apart of any sort of court? Besides, a Knight hardly suited him. He was scrawny, short, and had never had the desire to protect someone else in his entire life.
Annoyed, Alek silently picked up his bag and moved to the table with Nate and Alexis without complaint. Holding any sort of conversation would only encourage them after all. He knew he wasn't doing this right, that he should try and be friendly when the opportunity presented itself, but his sister's plea was already fading into the back of his mind as his general irritability shined through. He was just begging 3rd period would get here quickly, so he could hopefully retreat into the art room. He'd go there during lunch too, if he was allowed. He wanted to paint with purple today...
Nate suddenly threw a pencil at him, and as zoned out as he was he sort of flailed in order to catch it. It took him a second to actually register that Nate had corrected the teacher on his name, and when he did Alek just looked down, still looking the same level of annoyed. He decided though it wouldn't hurt to help with the worksheet.
When the obnoxious blonde girl slid the paper over to him, Alek took the new textbook that she had placed in front of Nate. Before starting, he couldn't resist turning to Alexis and reminding her, "The only monarchs who refused to do their vork, vere the onez who vere rebelled against, yes?" then opened the book to the introductory page and started filling out the parts of the worksheet she hadn't filled in already. In Russia, it was generally assumed you did the work you were good at, as well as doing the work for the people who weren't. It was also expected they would then help you out later, but Alek didn't hold Americans to those standards. Frankly, he didn't hold anyone to those standards because people never came through like that.
Surprising himself with the amount of talking he was doing today, he added to Nate, "You should look thiz over once I've finished. To see what you could not understand on your own." After the words left his mouth, he reminded himself to not be so god damn helpful or he might actually make someone like him.
Annoyed, Alek silently picked up his bag and moved to the table with Nate and Alexis without complaint. Holding any sort of conversation would only encourage them after all. He knew he wasn't doing this right, that he should try and be friendly when the opportunity presented itself, but his sister's plea was already fading into the back of his mind as his general irritability shined through. He was just begging 3rd period would get here quickly, so he could hopefully retreat into the art room. He'd go there during lunch too, if he was allowed. He wanted to paint with purple today...
Nate suddenly threw a pencil at him, and as zoned out as he was he sort of flailed in order to catch it. It took him a second to actually register that Nate had corrected the teacher on his name, and when he did Alek just looked down, still looking the same level of annoyed. He decided though it wouldn't hurt to help with the worksheet.
When the obnoxious blonde girl slid the paper over to him, Alek took the new textbook that she had placed in front of Nate. Before starting, he couldn't resist turning to Alexis and reminding her, "The only monarchs who refused to do their vork, vere the onez who vere rebelled against, yes?" then opened the book to the introductory page and started filling out the parts of the worksheet she hadn't filled in already. In Russia, it was generally assumed you did the work you were good at, as well as doing the work for the people who weren't. It was also expected they would then help you out later, but Alek didn't hold Americans to those standards. Frankly, he didn't hold anyone to those standards because people never came through like that.
Surprising himself with the amount of talking he was doing today, he added to Nate, "You should look thiz over once I've finished. To see what you could not understand on your own." After the words left his mouth, he reminded himself to not be so god damn helpful or he might actually make someone like him.
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