Snippet #2224692

Alison Keegan

She had assumed that this 'Roundy Round-Up Wackadoo Ranch,' or whatever it was called, would be miserable, boring, and smell like horse shit. Well, it seemed that she had been completely right.
After being sent on a plane all the way over to America, she had been brought by some taxi driver - obviously, her parents couldn't be assed to ask her rich relatives to drive her there, or they were too ashamed of her to - to the ranch, whilst he looked at her as if she had just told him that all she wanted for Christmas was a pair of crocks. So, not very pleasing.

When she walked into the wooden cabin, there were a few people - or delinquents - sitting on wooden benches by a camp fire. One of them, a male with a Russian accent, was speaking; "-we all want to introduce ourselves, perhaps? I'm Matvei Markovich. I apologize for my hideous clothing; normally I would be wearing something that flattered my appearance much more. They just don't have much fashion sense here, it seems. Who are you guys? Why are you here?"

"We're here because we're just some delinquent shits that need to be bored out of their minds in order to learn the goodness of being kind," she said from where she had been leaning against the door frame. She began to walk towards the camp fire as she continued, "Alison Keegan at your service." She looked down at her joke for an outfit, which she had changed into at the airport, and had to agree with him.

He had a tall and willowy build, with long, almost white hair that hung in curls around his pale head, this almost making him look like a female. His icy cold blue eyes looked like they could stare into your soul. Allie narrowed her eyes slightly as she tried to read him up. She sat down between this Russian guy, Mattie, or whatever his name was, and the blonde one that had just began to speak, "If you fancy my name, it is Baby."

Allie had to admit, she almost laughed at that one. Baby? Wow, her parents were very creative. We just had a baby, what will we call it? I know - Baby! She was assuming that it was just a nickname she had given herself. Allie furrowed her eyebrows slightly as she took in yet another person to share the ranch with. This girl was taller than Allie, though that wasn't saying much. She had thick, blonde hair that fell down past her shoulders, with a pink and purple streak through it. Allie decided she was probably one of those partying, drinking, smoking scene/emo girls. What was the difference between scene and emo, anyway? Was it that scene people were happy, and emo were sad or something? Allie had no idea.

The next person was also female, with a slender build and brunette hair. She was quite tan, too. Allie hadn't any idea why she was here - she looked like all those prissy cheerleaders in her old school. Though, then again, Allie probably didn't look liken someone that was probably insane.

Next was a guy with ruffled brown hair, who looked like he hadn't eaten in weeks due to his hollowed out cheek bones, and the fact that his ribs were showing through his clothing. She decided that he probably had an abusive home of some sort, as they either didn't feed him or he ran away from home, according to his appearance, though he may be anorexic, possibly.

Next was a very masculine female, someone who Allie immediately decided that she didn't want to mess with, even if she had made a habit of it. She looked like some sort of stone statue, rigid in place, and even sitting down Allie could see she would loom over her. There were tons of reasons why she could be here, none of them good.
Then again, Allie was basing this all off their appearances, following stereotypes, so she couldn't be sure.

A guy next, with black hair in a sort of emo style, as Allie liked to call it. Another tall one, too, probably ten or so inches taller than Allie. At least he didn't look very muscular, he looked more withdrawn, someone who preferred his own company.

The final person in their 'rebel squad' as Allie had decided to name them was also a male, with dark brown hair. She didn't like how he seemed to already be comfortable around the rest of the group - as did some of the other members of their little squad. Though maybe that as just jealousy, ever since she was little, Allie had always felt uncomfortable around strangers, even if she did hide it under a carefree persona.