The McLaughlin Prepatory & The Moriarty Academy ((IC- Open))

Allie slammed the front door shut behind her, finally drowning out the sound of her mother’s constant complaining. She placed her curly blond hair behind her ears slinging her backpack to her right shoulder. Her house keys clinked, as she snapped the lock of the security door. She turned around, wrinkling her eyebrows as she caught the glare of the raising sun. Her blond hair was worn down for today, matched with sliver hoop earrings, and her black leather boots. Hung on her neck was a necklace, paired with her favorite Coach bag. Her boots clicked on the cement stairs, as her hands slid on the railings beside it. She started walking towards the bus stop, and gradually, her thoughts became clouded with Jamie. She hadn't seen him for ages, and she had been longing to hear his voice. Just the sound of his voice made butterflies travel up her stomach, along with her heart flipping over when meeting his expressionless blue eyes. She walked blindlessly to the bus stop, cringing when she she heard someone approaching from behind her. The voice called her name, and Allie snapped back to reality.

Jaybird yawned, her hazel eyes flickering open and then closing again as the morning light penetrated her shield of sleepiness.
She pulled herself upright, forcing her eyes open, she reached over to her nightstand, and upon grabbing her brush she began brushing out her short hair.
She stood up, setting the brush back in it's place, and walked across the room, tripping over the hem of her long black silk pajama pants. Jaybird pulled a turquoise V-neck tank top and a green tank top from her dresser and quickly put them on, the turquoise one on top.
"Jaybird, you're gonna be late!" her mothers yell echoed in the house.
"Okay, mom!" she hastily changed into a pair of black jeans and white Converse that had writing all over them in German and Portuguese.
She grabbed her I-pod and turned on Cinema Bizarre, singing along.
"We all have our secrets
they're better left unsaid
we all have our issues
that we want to forget

I was getting kicks
out of my box of tricks
I was playing with her mind
planting bombs to get inside

but now favorite toy has left
and she said

there's no regrets
why's love and hate
always a step ahead
what's left
caught in betrayal
we failed
je ne regrette rien
we failed
je ne regrette rien."

She breezed through the kitchen and grabbed an uncooked bag of Poptarts, already out the door when her mother began scolding her. "Sorry, mum! I'm not in the mood for pancakes!" she replied, giggling as she grabbed her backpack and skateboard.
The skateboard was white but covered in an assortment of colors of duct tape.
She rode down the driveway, already in the process of tearing the bag of Poptarts open.

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Amsel grabbed his skateboard as he ran downstairs, it was solid black on top, but on the bottom it was covered in stickers. His shirt was shoved half in his backpack, so he was shirtless as he ran outside, eating a pancake.
He wore black jeans and black Vans, and he jumped onto his skateboard as he ran outside, riding down the driveway.
He would have to pass the bus stop on the way to school so that he didn't meet up with Jaybird on his path.

Ella woke to her brother pounding on her door and yelling at her. “Ella you’re gonna be late for school if you don’t wake up!” Hayden yelled as he continued to pound on her door. He had been up for half an hour and was dressed in some blue jeans, a shirt that had Jimi Hendrix on it, and his black Converse. Ella gave an irritated sigh as she jumped up out of bed. She let her brother continue to pound on her door as she got dressed. She knew he wouldn’t dare walk into her room. She got dressed in some dark blue skinny jeans, a black and white stripped tank top, and one black Converse and one white Converse.

“Jeez Louise, could you pound any louder?!” She yelled at her brother as she flung her door open. She tried to get past him, but he wouldn’t let her. So she quickly kicked him in the shin and pushed past him, heading for the bathroom. She quickly fixed her hair, put a white head band on, and walked out of the bathroom. She walked down the stairs, Hayden following her. She walked rather fast since she didn’t really want to be with or walk with her brother to the bus stop today. She grabbed her backpack and some toast and walked out the door.

“Why are you going so fast Ella?” Hayden asked as he tried to keep up with her. He too quickly grabbed his backpack and a piece of toast and followed his sister out the door. “Seriously Ella, slow down please.” He said, but right as he said this Ella dashed off running. “Ella stop!” Hayden yelled as he took off after her. Ella didn’t slow down, but kept on running. She may have been a rather small girl, but she was faster than most guys including her brother. They both saw the bus stop approaching rapidly and Hayden thought that Ella would stop, but no she kept on running. He did stop at the bus stop though. He was out of breath. “Fine Ella you can walk to school!” He yelled to her after a minute, still completely out of breath.

Ella continued to run, until she was completely out of sight of the bus stop. She stopped and fell on her butt on the concrete. She was breathing extremely heavy as she sat there. She knew she had to start walking again, but she instead continued to sit there. She didn’t care if she was a few minutes late to school.

Wes stepped out of his house. The creak of the wood door seemed to echo his sentiments about the school year. With a heavy sigh he tossed his backpack into the passenger seat of his dark blue mustang. After occupying the driver's seat, he started the ignition and sped down the circular driveway of his mother's estate.

His house wasn't far from the school. In all likelyhood it would be more efficient to walk, but having a car on campus was a lifesaver when classes got too meticulous for his liking.

He stopped at a red light near the bus stop and fiddled with the radio. He looked up when a flash of blonde caught his eyes. He smiled, seeing his longtime classmate and friend.

"Hey Allie!" he called turning the radio down. "Need a ride?"

OOC: I'm sorry for not posting in a while...I was busy..

Allie turned around slowly, meeting Wes's whole-hearted grin. He was in his car, with the windows rolled down, and the radio blazing faintly in the background. Allie smiled at Wes, watching him wave his hand towards her, calling her over. She walked towards his car, her eyes squinted as she caught sight of the glaring sun. "Need a ride?" Wes asked her as she came closer. She hesisitated a bit, tilting her head slightly. Her eyes flicked towards the bus stop, noting that the bus wasn't even here yet. She let out a sigh, and gave Wes a nod. "Ok. Thanks." She walked around the car, making her way to the front seat. She slammed the door behind her, just in time for the red light to turn green. She threw her backpack behind the front seat, over to the back row, and gave Wes another nod.