Snippet #2074622

((First couple posts are going to be before the meteor shower. You can ignore them and jump right in if you want but I think id be cool to see how the characters change . . . by the way my character is just going to kind of notice yours as she walks down the hallway. She's not creating your characters in any way, she's just saying how she views them as of now))

Paige Fisher started shuffling down the hall. She had quickly learned the skill of dodging people in crowds, sometime she made a game out of it. She twisted to avoid a posse of girls giggling to themselves. As she past they paused to watch her before whispers followed her.
"Is that the mute girl?" one asked and they murmured some more before continuing on their way. For a moment Paige felt a sliver of courage and she opened her mouth slightly to yell at them but nothing came out. The courage faded and she turned back shuffling down the hallway. She glanced at the faces noting each one when she heard some laughter from the other end. She spotted a black haired boy she recognized.

What was his name? Jake? No it was a little odd . . . Joke! That was it. Joke Virgel. He was the all american boy of the school. Club leaders and class president. Those sort of things. She faintly smiled when something else drew her attention, she glanced behind her to see another laughing face. She screwed up her face to try and recall his name when it hit her.

Malcolm Locke. He was the kind of kid who kind of was popular and friendly with everyone. She nodded to herself. She turned around to go towards her classroom again when she nearly ran into someone. Since she didn't really hit him he didn't notice her but she recognized him all the same.

Bryce Riggs. He was a genius apparently, but he drifted instead of tried. She heard he could ace a test after pulling a video game all-nighter but she wasn't sure if that was true or not. He also was known for hacking and his handy work. She shrugged it off and shuffled through her papers unanimously. I wish I could be good at something like that. She thought quietly.

She continued towards her classroom when an idiot jock stepped in front of her smirking.
"I'm sorry. Am I in your way?" he teased and she glared at him. "Ask me to move and I will." he smirked and she looked up at him with puppy eyes. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" they all snickered at her and she stuck her tongue out at him before stamping on his foot and ducking under his arm. The sliver of courage she had when she did that vanished and she gaped turning and slunk into the classroom and slumped into her seat.

No more. She thought. I wont take their crap anymore. She promised herself. But she knew it was a lie. She was trapped by their taunting, she couldn't get up the courage to say anything. Suddenly, Sarah Collins came sashaying over smacking her lips.
"Hey, Fish." she said blowing a bubble, "Can you do me a favor and draw up a picture of an Ipod?" Paige looked up at her frowning. "It's for an art final. Due next week. I'm counting on you!" she called and turned still smacking her gum in her mouth. Paige looked down at the blank sheet of paper and sighed. she had been working on a new weapon design for her online blog, sometimes people put in design requests and she did them but she wouldn't have time now. She felt the need to switch paper and pulled out her pencil roughly sketching as the class bell rang.