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❝Closing your eyes to disappear, you pray your dreams will leave you here, but still you wake and know the truth...no one is there....❞

Five Finger Death Punch | Remember Everything

❝What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.❞
- William Shakespeare

BASICS
❝Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.❞

Age: 18

Grade: 12th

Gender: Male

Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color/Length: Brown/Short
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 176 lbs

Scars: Small miscellaneous ones in various spots on his skin
Tattoos: None
Birthmarks: Four small dots between his left index finger and his left thumb.
Piercings: None

Role: White King
Club: Chess Club

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Romantic Interest: TBD

Nationality: American

Job: Beach/Public Swimming Pool Lifeguard

Ethnicity: Caucasian, Portuguese/Irish

Typical Attire:
He typically wears anything that is comfortable such as a pair of plain jeans and a t-shirt with boots or sneakers. Often times also sporting a jacket of some kind, weather permitting of course.

Keepsakes:
He has a small necklace with some indiscernible face hanging from it. He believes the necklace is good luck and is what staves off the majority of his night terrors.

❝Beware, so long as you live, of judging men by their outward appearance.❞
- Jean de la Fontaine

MENTALITY
❝Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.❞

Mental Disorder: Night Terrors and slightly random Amnesia
Oddity:
Amazing at remembering a person's face, what they did, or how exactly he knows them, but cannot ever seem to consistently remember an individual's name, causing him to come up with a few colorful nicknames. He also is plagued by constant unusual dreams that cause him to sleepwalk every so often.

Danger Level: 3
Sam is no pushover, and will adamantly step in when he believes something is amiss, but unless someone is actively being an antagonist, he is easily one of the safer candidates to be around in the school. When he is awake that is...

Dominant Emotion: Amusement

Personality:
Typically a quieter and less outspoken individual in the Academy, Sam has always lived by the mantra 'Actions speak louder than words', knowing that as much as people love to stand around and talk, action is what ultimately gets things done. He is normally one of the first in a group to step up and take the lead, especially if it is a subject he is passionate about or a matter concerning his sister. When it comes to Audrey, he views her as another perfectly normal person on the face of the earth, seeing her for who she is and looking past the oddities others seem to focus on. Anyone attempting to raise an opposition against her is met with swift and unyielding resistance from Sam himself. This loyalty also stems to any others that he considers a friend or that act in a way he deems admirable. Sam is a very dependable individual, able to accept tasks with little or no argument and with a smile, completing it even through his bouts of amnesia. Even though he may not look it, he is a pretty entertaining individual, always trying to lighten he mood or bring a laugh out of someone. Sometimes, even when they really don't want to.

Special Skills/Abilities/Powers:
Being a natural athlete, Sam is incredibly gifted in almost anything that involves a degree of athleticism or skill. When it comes to sports in general, he can easily pick up on certain aspects and oddities of the game to perform at his best and add to his cache of athletic skill. Because of this, he also has a relatively calculating and precise mind that allows his body to move as it will while having near perfect coordination and timing. His muscle memory has also seemed to be heightened as well, sometimes being able to easily repeat an action after only successfully doing it once.

Likes:

Apples
Pie
Sports
The Chess Club
Competition

Dislikes:

Needless Agression
Boredom
Nightmares
Ignorance
"Tough Guys"

Flaws:
Prideful, Overly Protective, and slightly Ignorant at times

Weaknesses:
He seems to be tired quite often, yawning or dozing off at semi-important moments quite frequently due to his lack of sleep. This also causes him to lose focus on certain 'less-than-interesting' subjects or points that he should probably be paying attention to. Two other things that he can be quite tempted with are food and women, his two favorite subjects. Pretty much self explanatory, he is quite gullible when it comes to the two. On a side not, Sam has a Fight for the Little Guy mentality, often thrusting himself into the knight in shining armor role, even when it is ill-suited to his interests.

Hobbies:
Sam enjoys any kind of sport, and is exceptionally talented at them as discussed above. As long as he is outside, he is able to find some way to entertain himself, whether it be hiking, exercising, swimming, or just poking around where he shouldn't be. Anything to suppress oncoming boredom is a welcome way to pass the time in his eyes.

❝A word to the wise ain't necessary - it's the stupid ones that need the advice.❞
- Bill Cosby

LIFE
❝In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.❞

History:
Sam was always a sort of reckless child, running about everywhere, and more often than not, running into everything. It wasn't until later that he began to really develop and shine as a young man. Early on, he had only his father, his mother long gone and completely erased from Sam's mind. When Sam's father remarried, Sam was not only graced with a woman he could call his mother, but a young girl the same age as him that he could call his sister.

Athletic, talented, handsome, and a full ride to almost any college of his choosing with his amazing grades, some people believed Sam had one of the most coveted lives in the world. And he did really. He was popular, kind and overall, just loved life in general. He had always played and outperformed his peers both on the sports field and in the classroom from a very young age and gained quite a reputation in both areas. He was unstoppable and was the ideal jack-of-all-trades, both as a son and a friend. But as he grew older, he always tended to stay closer to his sister than any of his other friends, protecting her and always looking out for her. Sam didn't shun his friends, but it was noticeably apparent that he was always thinking of his sibling before himself or others.

In the course of a few months, Sam's entire life began to completely reverse after his sister was admitted to a special academy for her disorders. He began losing sleep and eventually sleepwalking. He gained frequent headaches and had incredible trouble focusing on his athletic and academic schedule as well as other areas of his life. This began to speed up quickly after the first signs began to show and Sam woke up one morning with no recollection of where he was, who his parents or friends were, and only a small amount of knowledge of who he was. This eventually subsided, Sam remembering small amounts of things at a time. But whatever change had occurred, it seemed like the results had a damaging effect on his memory, often showing with gaps in his memory, loss of information, and forgetting certain individuals. His sleeping slowly worsened after a while as well, causing him to have frequent night terrors more and more violently.

After some careful planning, he was finally admitted to the same academy as his sister, and miraculously, his symptoms immediately began to subside. They still flare up every now and then, but have severely lessened and his memory has seemed to recover considerably. His doctors were baffled and logged it up to attachment to his sister was what caused his symptoms in the first place, but threw out the idea when he and his sister were separated for a time and Sam's symptoms stayed the same. They are still trying to figure out what causes his symptoms. He keeps the details of his night terrors to himself, not wanting to worry his sister.

Thoughts on the Other Characters:
Alice Callinder:
Malia Russet:
Helena White:
David Archie:
Audrey Bryant: "Watch yourself romeo, that's my sister."
Terrant Hightop:
Harold Duffy:
Laura Riddle:
Dean Frasier:
Meg Tharamel:
Cyrus Tharamel:
Petra Mason:
Ace de Mewler:

So begins...

Sam Bryant's Story

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Setting

Wonderland Academy

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Character Portrait: Alice "Valerie" Callinder

Character Portrait: Tarrant "Mad Hatter" Hightopp

Character Portrait: Audrey Cassidy Bryant

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#2013-07-14 08:04:04, as written by Kura Ravengade

This is a joke, right?

One moment, she was staring down her nose at the trash-heaped girl, and the next, she was being shoved back a few steps by a girl, who had grabbed the straps of her dress roughly and yanked her close to her face.

"How about I show you how I take out the Trash? Or perhaps you would like Ace here to show you?" Valerie's eyes flicked to the boy, who was grinning a bit madly, his eyes slightly lost. "I suggest you all get lost. And take this piece of garbage with you," the girl said darkly. With a shoved, Valerie was sent stumbling back another few steps, only to find her face grabbed in a vise-like grip by the boy that had been mentioned earlier - Ace. It was painful, almost beyond so, and she knew that she would be bruised the next day.

Why weren't any teachers intervening? Were they just going to allow all of this to happen without even any words at all? What was wrong with this school?

"Do you know what you just did, girl? You've just harmed the Queen, and I can't have that."

She felt oddly brave in that moment, and despite his hold on her face, Valerie felt her lips twitch up in a squished yet daring grin.

"Queen? Queen? Jesus freaking Christ, this is high school. Not a monarchy. What are you, a dumbass?" she asked with a raised brow. It sounded, however, more along the lines of, "Bveen? Bveen? Eus fraking Ist, es is eye cool! Nah a onarfy. Aht o oo, a unass?" It was quite incomprehensible, might she add, but she didn't care. At least she managed to get in the last word with this one.

"Let go of her ..." It was a feeble attempt on Tarrant's part to get the boy to release her, but an attempt nonetheless, and after a few more heartbeats, Ace did so, but she refused to give them the satisfaction of rubbing at her jaw. Instead, she tilted her head back and locked a dark gaze on Meg, a small scowl on her lips.

"Honestly, can't this wait until tomorrow? The girl didn't know any better and you wouldn't want to scare her to another school on her first day, would you? That would be boring, right? You won't be able to make her scared and worship Meg if she leaves. I would let her go. It's not like you to break someone too quickly. She can learn."

Another new voice. But she didn't know how to respond to this. She could learn? She didn't know any better? Oh, God, that was just precious! How hilarious that they would actually buy what the girl was saying and that she could learn to 'worship' this bitch.

“How dare you?” Aw, the little slut-ess was angry. How sad! “You are not fit to be at this school, Honey! You are to be put in a ... A pit, in the deepest, dankest, darkest pit! I shall have you drowned in your sour chocolate milk, and have your guts stuffed with this rotten pasta!" Now that was a bit disturbing. "I shall crush you. I shall pound you! I shall dissect you, Honey! I shall rip out your eyes, shove them in your back pocket, and make you watch me kick your ass! I shall feed you to the termites, and then I shall smash the termites into tiny fragments, and then I shall grind the tiny fragments into dust, and I shall take that dust and feed it to the bloodworms, and the bloodworms I shall feed to the birds, and the birds I shall release into the air, and then shoot them down with my 12-gauge shotgun, and so on, and so on, and infinitum, Honey!" What was this? Some sort of demented version of a science class? What a high-and-mighty bitch. As if she could ever achieve any of that. "I hope you enjoyed your little moment of glory, because you are going to hate every single moment that will come after! You will beg for forgiveness, and when you do I'm going to punish you because I'm big and you're small. I'm right and your wrong and there's nothing you can do about it. You're a pathetic, whimpering little twit. You're the lowest lowlife in the history of civilization. What do you say to that? You can say nothing, and there is nothing you can say, because you are genetically predisposed to ineptitude, and are a no good, good for nothing nobody just like your friends. I shall skiiiiiinnnn you all!” Aw, the poor baby was getting angrier. Somebody forgot to take her nap today. “VERMIN! PUKE! SNOT STAIN, ARE YOU LISTENING? All of these disgusting little slugs will suffer the most appalling indignities because of you. YES YOU! I shall rip the rebellion out of this party of nitwits and devour it whole. I shall hang each and every one of you upside down by your ankles until all of your bodily liquids drain out through your noses and into jars! YES, JARS! Which I shall then hang around the school with your little name-tags, upon which I shall write “WARNING, MAXIMAL IDIOCY TOXICITY”! Honestly, this was more hilarious than the time that her and her sister had put a dead squirrel in their teacher's desk - who, by the way, had an unnatural fear of squirrels.

“Ms. Valerie has allowed her weakness and filth to overtake this miserable collection of excuses for people, giving them the impression that they can be Heroes! You feeble-minded imbeciles! There you are, standing before me like the squits of squits, and you think you've won? You are the excess of inanity. You are the definition of worthlessness. You are a rotting lump of pure WRONG! But I am a match for you, Honey. In me you have met the QUEEN! The ultimate force to be reckoned with. And I tell you that there is nothing I shall not do, no length to which I shall not go, no punishment that I shall not inflict, no fingers I shall not snap, until I've got you all crawling in your own blood and patheticness! I will be watching you. Each and every one of you festering pest-worms. When you turn the corner, when you go to your little smelly dorms, I will be watching all of you, and especially YOU. ENJOY YOUR YEAR IN HELL, VALERIE!”

"One, I don't think that my 'weaknesses' and 'filth' is what caused this. Instead, it was my bravery to stand up to a slutty, high-and-mighty bitch like you," she said, her voice quiet and her eyes a dark and intense blue. "Two, if we're all worthless, than you are nothing, you pathetic excuse of a human being. You aren't human, actually. In all honesty, you must be the offspring of Satan and his whore of a concubine - who must have been your mother, I suppose. So before your mother was, well, your mother, she was a whore. a prostitute. A stripper. Isn't that sad? I can almost guarantee that if one were to flip back in old porn magazines, they would find pictures of your mother splaying herself for all the world to see," she smirked, her racing heart threatening to beat out of her chest. She stepped closer, closing the distance completely between them, and as she stood toe-to-toe with this psychotic young woman, she felt her lips curl up in a smart-ass of a grin. Her eyes narrowed as her voice dropped to a near-whisper. "And I will, Pauper. I will enjoy my year in Hell, because it'll be quite a better one than yours will soon become. This will be the year where you will be knocked off of your high-horse, peasant."

As soon as the girl had spun away, Valerie raised her hand and waved with a sarcastic happiness after her. "'Bye now! I hope to see you soon, best friend!" she sang, before she turned and moved to the nearest seat their table, easily lowering herself into it. It was then that she noticed that Audrey had turned to Sam, her hand gripping his chin and forcing him to look at her.

"Sammy, that is Alice Valerie although she likes to be called Valerie." The girl pointed at Valerie, whose expression was more then puzzled. "When we entered the lunch room I dragged you over to her because I had never seen her before, and she is a new student. I hugged her and then you went to get my lunch for me after you introduced us, and also your lunch. First you grabbed a cheeseburger but decided I wanted a hamburger, and then proceeded to get me fries,a soda, and chocolate brownie. You piled your own plate with these and also two more hamburgers and a salad.While you were there you spoke to Helena and also said hello to Malia. When you returned, Tarrant was here and Valerie winked at you and asked us all for advice, to which you promptly said that she would get a crash course of what you should avoid, since Meg and her entourage were approaching the table. Meg was harsh, like she always is, so Valerie poured milk down her hair and threw her pasta at her shirt. She then screamed hell and a half to her, left, and now we are sitting here."

What the Hell? She just basically relayed everything that had happened only moments before. But why? Why would she have to tell Sam all of that? Unless ... No, that wasn't possible. That girl was before was merely pulling her leg about people being crazy at this school. But still ... No! Kick that silly thought from your mind this moment, Valerie!

She's talking to a table, Valerie. Open your eyes!

It was true; Audrey was whispering to the table. Valerie couldn't help it; she stared at the girl with what could only be called astonishment, and after a few moments, began to blink.

"Y-yeah, you better leave! Damn cowards!" Tarrant again. God, too many things were happening at once. She just couldn't take it much longer, and when Tarrant looked ready to throw an apple after the retreating group of psychopaths, she had had just about enough. It was when he dropped his hand and instead took a large bite that she was pushed to her limits.

"Are you all crazy?" she asked, looking around the table with astounded eyes. "That bitch just threatened all of you because of me, and you're holding conversations as if it never happened? Audrey's talking to a damned table for crymony's sake! Sam's acting like he's high, and Tarrant! Jesus Christ, you're acting drunk! This chick has a knife," she pointed at Malia, "And the only sane on is shaking in her boots like a frightened fucking rabbit!" She spun the finger on Helena. "What is wrong with you all!?"

With that, she launched up, slapping her hands on the table. "I've been here for less than an hour and I already want to return home! This school is for nuts!" She grabbed her bag and the bottle of water that she had brought with her, threw her bag over her shoulder, and took off from the cafeteria.

She was stopped by Tarrant as she passed him, his arms pulling her into a tight hug. "I'll see you around, alright? Maybe after school today?" Yeah, right ... If I had it my way, I'd be gone already. But I'm not going to leave and give that bitch Meg the satisfaction of thinking that she's won. Oh, no. That bitch is going to have a long year.

Instead, she smiled, all the while those thoughts running through her mind. "Yes, you will. I'll be at the Tennis fields if you want to hang out or something. I really need to practice," she said, lifting her hand and flicking his nose. He slowly released her after that and left the room as the bell rang. She followed suit, unsure of where she intended to head to, but decided to just wander. If she got lost, she'd undoubtedly manage to find someone to help her out of the maze of halls.

She hadn't taken one step before she was collided into by a hard figure. She was sent tumbling to the ground, landing hard on her bag, and her water bottle went flying to somewhere unbeknownst to her. After a momentary lapse in vision, she shook her head and managed to focus. She saw shoes first, followed by jeans, the bottom of a shirt, a neck, a jaw, and finally the entire face of her assailant - who was by this point freaking out over knocking her over.

"Oh my God, are you okay?!" He grabbed her arm and pulled her up, causing her to momentarily fly in the air before she landed on her feet - only to find his hands gripping her upper arms. "Do you have bruises? Broken bones? A hernia?!" Her head was grabbed by his in a surprisingly-gentle grip, but was moved back and forth quickly enough to give her whiplash. "Did I crack your skull open?! Is there blood?! Do you have a concussion?!" That was when he crossed the lines. He shoved his fingers into her mouth - Dear God, where had they been? Was that ... Was that ... It was! It was dirt under his nails! Gross![/b] - and was prying her lips apart as he peered inside. "Any broken teeth!? A loose molar?! Did I make you swallow a canine?!" [i]If you'd just let me answer, you'd know that you didn't and that I was fine! Holy shit, kid, slow down! Finally, as if he only then realized that she was alright, he released her. She worked her jaw, which had been extremely sore in the first place and was now throbbing with pain, and swiped at her lips. Dumbass ... "Oh thank goodness."

And then he kissed her.

What was wrong with this school!?

She shoved him away, stumbling back to rub roughly at her mouth with the back of her arm, an annoyed look on her face.

"Hey! I've never seen you before! Harold James Duffy, ma'am. But you can call me the March Hare." March Hare? Where the Hell did he pick up that nickname? At this point, she had already learned that it was best just to go with whatever he did and said, and not even bother to get a word in. Instead, she reached to shake his hand, but found herself gripping air. She didn't even bother to look to see why.

"You can call me anything really: Harry, James, Jamie, Jimbo, Marchie. Anything but Harold. I hate the name Harold." He was scowling one moment, and then smiling the next. What was he, bipolar? ]b\"What's your name?"[/b] She opened her mouth to answer, her lips parting, but found herself shushed by his raised hand. "Don't tell me ... I'll find out eventually." God, she was getting tired just listening to this guy! "I'll see you later, blue eyes." Blue eyes? She finally gains a nickname other than Blondie and it's Blue-Eyes? It was ... Sweet.

Valerie blinked as the boy took off, letting out a heavy breath after he dropped a kiss on her cheek.

"I ... I can't keep up with this," she groaned, dropping her forehead onto the nearest row of lockers as Tarrant walked up. "What was that about, Val?" She managed a tiny shake of her head, her arms hanging down beside her comically. "I ... I don't really know," she whispered dumbly, completely lost on what she was supposed to do at this point. She stood like that for a few moments, before pushing back from the lockers and rubbing at her temples. "I'm going to my dorm to get unpacked. I just need time to myself for a little while. I'll be at the Tennis fields when you get out," she said, already starting away, her lost water bottle forgotten. "Crazy asses ..."

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#2013-07-14 11:28:32, as written by Possibility

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Malia was pleasantly surprised they had left. In her head, the whole encounter had been much bloodier. Of course, most of the encounter had been in her head, as she had zoned out a few minutes after she had said what she wished to say. She had, however, pulled herself back in when they left instead of fighting.

"'Bye now! I hope to see you soon, best friend!" was the first thing Malia heard when she came back from la-la land, and it only took her a few seconds to realize it had come from Valerie. That was a mistake, and one Malia was looking forward to seeing the repercussions of. Maybe it was better if this girl didn't know the ins and outs of the school- it was slightly amusing to watch it all play out, and Malia was a sucker for anything that made her feel.

The apathetic girl's eyes followed Valerie, seeing her as she took note of Audrey explaining the situation to Sam. Must look pretty strange to her, Malia thought dryly as Audrey then took up a conversation with the table. Normally, Malia would have put this off without as much as a smile, and Malia still did that. But the new girl looked... confused. That was an emotion that as far as Malia could tell, no understood all that much.

"Are you all crazy?" Valerie just about yelled and Malia was going to ignore it, as she stood nothing to gain from answering, when she followed it up with "That bitch just threatened all of you because of me, and you're holding conversations as if it never happened? Audrey's talking to a damned table for crymony's sake! Sam's acting like he's high, and Tarrant! Jesus Christ, you're acting drunk! This chick has a knife," Malia looked up at the mention of her and waved the hand that held the knife with a straight face. "And the only sane on is shaking in her boots like a frightened fucking rabbit! What is wrong with you all!?" she finished and Malia looked back down, deciding it was better to just ignore it.

Anything she said wouldn't be sugar-coated or with the slight possibility of being a joke. Most things she said she said only when she thought it would further her interests or if she felt herself or anyone of her friends (or anyone connected to her friends) was threatened. So, she reasoned, anything she said then might not be the best thing.

"I've been here for less than an hour and I already want to return home! This school is for nuts!" Valarie said and Malia only nodded in agreement as she left, only to be stopped by Tarrant for a moment and then she was off again. Malia took her leave as well, folding her knife back into her jacket and going back to her table. She quickly grabbed her bag and thew it over her shoulder, its contents sloshing awkwardly as she left the cafeteria and began walking. This was advisory, but Malia didn't really ever go to it. This was prime sleeping time, when they wouldn't stop her from really just doing what she wanted, and she would not have it disrupted by other students loudness.

Malia quickly made her way through the maze of classes and hallways before getting outside and pushing herself to a full run, rushing past the beautiful scenery. She had never really stopped to admire the trees and flowers, but she had tried in the past. She even sketched it from time to time, but it always ended up fantastical instead of what was really the thing, and she always fell asleep watching it. So she had stopped trying long ago. Once inside the Dormitory, she quickly opened her door and was greeted by her bed, which was piled high with all manner of large pillows. Her bed was visible through the door and farthest the window, and she loved it there. She could sleep no matter how bright it was, and it was right next to the loft area that she liked to hang out in if she wasn't with the Tea Club or sleeping. It was great if she didn't want to be found, and she liked to type and draw up there.

Malia left the door open- it wasn't as if anyone would interrupt her, and she would have to get back to class on time. She quickly set her clock for ten minutes before Advisory was done and climbed into the bed, laying on top of it. She didn't want to have to fix the bed any before she left, so she covered herself with a soft blanket and curled into herself and fell asleep.

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#2013-07-15 04:49:06, as written by legacy14

Everything seemed to begin happening in a chaotic rush as Sam sat there, recovering slightly from his memory lapse only moments ago. Helena and Audrey filled in the pieces perfectly, and it all seemed to fall back into place, if just slowly. When he was first evaluated, his doctor's seemed to have trouble explaining exactly what was happening with his memories, but Sam had surprised them all when he explained his understanding of it. Like a complete puzzle, Sam's memory seemed to be shaken up and completely scattered at times, only having a single piece left on the board, his sister. Piece by piece though, the picture could be put back together, and eventually, restored with only minor gaps and missing fragments.

The bell was a gunshot to begin a race in Sam's mind, his body reacting on its own out of repetition and rising to leave as Valerie seemed to be having a slight breakdown. 'If only she knew how right she was...' He thought before turning and offering a hand to Helena, hoping to comfort his friend as she still trembled slightly. "Don't worry," he consoled the brown-eyed girl as he pulled her to her feet, "they come near you, I'll kick their asses so hard they'll need to unbutton their collars to...well, you get the point." Not his greatest line, but he meant it. Flashing a smile to Helena one last time, he left everyone in peace, not much reason to stick around now that his sister was already gone and Valerie was no longer entertained by them all.

Walking the halls to Mr. Donalds' room, Sam nodded to the people that addressed him in the hallway, but kept moving. The hallways twisted and turned and students packed them like ants running about, some acting in a manner that described the school perfectly, others just trying to get by. Apologizing at every student he bumped into, whether it was his fault or not, Sam finally made it to the doorway and pulled his test from his back pocket, stashed there earlier in the day.

"Samuel," Mr. Donalds addressed him, taking notice of the paper in his hands, "Ah...still doing as well as can be hoped in your classes.[/b] In a school of geniuses, it was obvious most would be progressing in their schoolwork, but Sam's memory was something Mr. Donalds liked to keep an eye on.

"Just checking in," Sam let the teacher hang onto the graded test as he always did and headed back to the door. "If Audrey stops by today, tell her I'll be in the Gym please, as usual." At the approving nod, Sam continued back out the way he had come and looked about. A bit away, he spotted Valerie again. For a moment, he stood there, debating on walking over to the beautiful new student and Tarrant close to her. He had a question or two that was nagging at the back of his still recuperating memory. For some reason, it was recovering much faster than usual, the accounts of the cafeteria almost completely restored. Audrey had always been the centerpiece in that restoration, and this time was no different. But this time, Valerie's piece was more of a focal point for his mind. 'Who is she...?' An idea formulated in his mind though, and he continued walking, opposite the direction the two were standing. Suppressing another yawn, Sam headed West, away from the academy and took a right along the path.

The garden was beautiful this time of year, all of the leaves beginning, or already deeply changing in color due to the oncoming cold season. Unfortunately, most people stayed away. To his surprise though, he found two gardeners busy at work, unearthing and cutting roses from a white rose bush. He stooped to retrieve one of the fallen roses, the red paint already dried on the surface of the petals. The gardeners paused for a second as they saw Sam in the garden and shook their heads before hurrying away.

Continuing on in the maze full of leaves and flowers, Sam wished he came here more often. It was peaceful and devoid of a lot of the bulk of students, but he knew why he didn't. Hair less curled than before, and any trace of food or milk removed, Meg was the Rose in her entourage of thorns as Sam lifted the painted flower to his face to take in the smell. The paint covering the petals diluted and warped the natural scent of the delicate beauty between his fingers. Being ever the observer, Sam couldn't help but see the connection between the flower and Meg as she sat atop her cushioned throne.

Casually approaching the Gardening Club on their own turf, Sam acted as if he was walking through a field of flowers and butterflies, and not at all like he had just stepped into the loin's den itself. "I should really come here more often," gesturing about at the beautiful scenery around him, Sam ignored the vehement looks he may have been receiving from the Queen's hounds, "it must look amazing here in the Spring."

Giving the Rose one last twist before removing it from shielding his face, he looked over to Meg once more, once again ignoring anyone else. "Glad to see you back to your normal self again Meg." He gave one of his normal smiles to the leader of the Gardening Club, still only paying any attention to her. But as his attitude began to grate on the nerves of the guard dogs, Sam threw the rose in his hands in a quick motion, sending it whizzing past their heads into a statue close behind them. The impact showered red and white-hued petals around the area and cut off whatever any of them were about to say. "I really don't care to hear what any of you have to say, be good little puppies and toss yourselves from a window with your leashes firmly anchored." His voice carrying a bit of vehemence to it.

Turning his attention back to the only one Sam even cared to speak to, he changed his tone back to its normal glide. "You're the only one who really matters here, right Meg? I was hoping we could talk about what happened today. Alone..." The last bit he added intentionally, daring any of Meg's lackeys to try pushing him around.

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#2013-07-15 22:13:37, as written by pieluver

On their way out of the Cafeteria, Cyrus felt someone collide with him. He stumbled, landing hard on his knees and then his hands. A strong hand then met his shoulder, pulling him up, and the boy flushed crimson. Ace. He was urged forward with a little push, and he fell back into motion, a shy, secret smile on his face. He shot a glance at his club-mate, who was staring fixedly on the ground, then looked away hurriedly. Ace was good. Not in the way Meg was good, but in a more...pleasant way. He was strong and dedicated, but just a little bit lost. It was endearing.

The group cut the afternoon classes while Meg washed away the events of that lunch period. Then they lounged around in the garden. Cyrus loved the garden. At the entrance they'd encountered a bit of trouble from the Gardeners, but Meg had quickly taken care of that foolishness, and they'd carried on into the depths of their realm. She sat gracefully in her chair near the pond. That meant there would be revenge in the near future. Cyrus eagerly sat down on the ground by the chair, stretching his legs out and resting his temple on the side of the chair. He closed his eyes for a little bit, listening to Meg's murmuring and the sound of her flipping through the cards. The anger washed over him, and he felt calm.

When he opened his eyes, they met Ace's. He flushed again and looked away. He deliberated for a few moments, stretching and arcing his back, letting every joint crack musically, then untangled his arms from the base of Meg's chair to scoot closer to Ace. He toyed with the zipper of his jacket, shrinking slightly inside it, which made him look even smaller than he already did. Then he lifted his chin to look up at the other boy. "Are you alright, Ace?" He asked in a soft voice. "You don't look too well."

There had been a bit of a troubled look on Ace's face ever since they'd left the Cafeteria. Cyrus had taken it upon himself to look out for the other boy, who he liked to think of as his friend. He tried to do as much as he could for Ace, in understanding what exactly went on in the boy's head and how to keep him from becoming too frustrated, angry, or confused. Because Ace didn't deserve his lot. Cyrus offered a small smile at the other boy, standing up and stretching his legs. He sent a glance at Meg, who was still involved in flicking through her cards, and made a small nod towards the path leading around the lake.

They'd skipped Advisory, which was the only class Cyrus didn't share with his sister, but maybe it would be a good idea to catch some time alone with Ace. That seemed to be the best way to get an idea of how the boy was doing. "Want to go for a walk?" He offered shyly. He glanced at the ground, shuffling his shoes. He could help but act shy, it was painfully obvious that he liked Ace, but he didn't know if the boy himself had noticed yet.

It was at that point that Sam made his appearance. Cyrus tugged anxiously on Ace's arm. If Meg wanted them to attack, surely Petra would be able to handle it on her own. And if Ace wasn't doing well, who knew what he would do. "Please?" He added in a soft voice, shifting on his feet, ready to make an exit.

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#2013-07-17 01:54:12, as written by Polka

Helena put her down as soon as Valerie began to speak. She did find this girl strangely intimidating but yet there was something about her that was possessing.

Audrey had already skipped off somewhere and Sam had followed so now Helena was left quite alone.
She knew where she would be able to find her friends so she decided to follow Valerie who made a point of saying Helena was quite normal.

She queitly followed her out of the Cafeteria and watch her bump into ... him.

Helena's pale cheeks flushed pink. She would never tell anyone how she felt about the boy, he was clearly strange but that was what she liked about him. He was the only mess she never wanted to clean up.
He was Audrey's best male friend which made it awkward. He was always around but Helena never had the confidence to say anything to him other than a quick 'Hello'.

Neverind... she thought before beginning to walk over to Valerie and Harold.

It was at that moment he kissed Valerie. Helena was not sure why but decided not to stick around, instead she ran past the two yelling something about being late.
She had lost the chance of ever getting to know him and all because she was too shy to say anything.

She decided to head off to find Audrey, though she was somewhat shaken.

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Petra could only laugh when her Queen spat her poisen over the bunch of idiots. Thinking they were all brave enough to protect the pretty blonde girl... it was just pathetic.

Of course she followed Meg straight out of the Cafeteria, making sure that Cyrus and Ace were both Ok. Though she did sense and uneasyness between them.

Once the group arrived in the Garden they noticed some idiots painting Roses.
Petra smiled in delight as her Queen tortured them for their crime. She even got a few punches in before they were sent away.

Petra joined the others in the garden. She didn't love it thier but she preferred it to going to class so she was not about to complain.
She noticed both Cyrus and Ace were in conversation so she drifted off to sleep for a few moments. Only to be rudely awakened by Sam throwing roses.
This guy had a serious problem and it really made her angry.
' Orders? ' she asked waiting for her Queen.

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#2013-07-22 00:00:08, as written by legacy14

And

Meg's conflicting emotions raged inside her skull, colliding like wild bulls. She hates Sam for having defied her, standing up for that miserable girl, and she loved him for his handsome figure, his soft voice, and his vibrant eyes. Indeed, Sam was wanted by many, and that made Meg's determination to have him be hers even stronger. She was both angered and comforted by his appearance, but she refused to show either. She sat for a moment in silence, observing the boy's face. From the corner of her eyes, she could see Cyrus tugging on Ace's arm, talking quietly. She found this odd, but right now was not the time to think about it. Her mind was briskly snapped out of it's wondering by Petra's voice; "Orders?"

She was right. Had it been anybody else in front of her, Meg would have let Petra take care of them in her way. The girl didn't need a reason, she just blindly obeyed the Queen's orders, and for that Meg enjoyed having her around. However his time it wasn't just anybody, it was Sam, and on one of the rare occasions when he himself came looking for her. Whatever he had to say, she would hear it.

"Petra!" She finally said, "go bring some food." She turned to look at the confused girl.

"Well, what are you waiting for? GO!" She turned to the boys. "You too boys, go take a walk." She paused for a moment, "But don't go too far!" She added that as an afterthought. After all you can't get too careful.

Once her club members were gone, she sat back into her chair, and gestures for Sam to take the one next to it. She picked up the cards scattered across the table, and started shuffling them.

"Will you play with me?"

Sam smiled a bit as he watched the others walk away after being dismissed by their Queen. 'All obedience, no questions asked,' he marveled at them. In truth, he was a bit envious, it was after all, a very simple life. No responsibility, no stress, but also no real benefits and no freedom. No room for growth as an individual.

But there was no reason to dwell on the thought, the lackeys weren't his concern, they would fall in line with whatever Meg decided. So Sam waited until they had dispersed before walking closer to take in the cards Meg held. "Of course," he answered her smoothly. He wasn't the greatest fan of card games, it involved more luck than strategy at times, but he was always up for anything to sate his boredom. As well as the advantage of having something to fall back on alongside their talk. "You choose the game, we are, after all, in your court, so to speak." It really didn't matter what game they played, the cards really didn't matter, it was the game that had already begun he was concentrating on. And it was his move...

"The business in the cafeteria was a bit messy today. No pun intended. No doubt you already have something brewing behind that pretty face of yours for retaliation. I wanted to see if I could persuade you to change your mind?"

"You are right Sam, this is my court, in fact, this is my school, and you would do well to remember that. Everybody knows it, and those who don't learn really fast. That little bitch needs to be put back in her place, before the lot of you start getting any ideas.”

She paused for a moment. Why did Sam care so much about this new girl? The thought worried her, so she decided to think another one instead, "Ever played Gin?"

"I have," he answered her last inquiry as he waited for her to deal out the cards. Picking them up, he looked at his hand slightly, but wasn't as much interested in the card game, as he was in their conversation. And the slight pause Meg slipped in was a clear sign that she wasn't beyond all help. Yet...

Picking a card from the top of the deck, he looked up to meet Meg's eyes. "Oh I'm sure the girl will learn. But It's the beginning of the year Meg, and she only just got here. Even a queen is able to show leniancy every now and then, right?" With their game only just beginning, Sam decided it was better to start off with something simple and understanding. Not that Meg wasn't a particularly smart or understanding individual, but he thought it better to ease into it. Rushing in may just anger her.

Discarding one of his cards, he ended his turn without dropping any cards. "That's it, for now."

Meg looked at her cards. Gin was not her favorite game, but it was good for thinking. She could allow herself to fall back into her thoughts, while her hands drew and discarded the cards on autopilot. Her anger cooled just enough for her shoulders to relax, and for a moment she even felt like smiling. Then she stopped herself, remembering her ruined shirt.

"How is it that you care so much?” she asked, looking up from her cards, "I know it's your thing to stick up for the losers, but I don't remember you ever showing such loyalty.”

"Ouch," Sam laughed a bit as he played at being shot, "I'm as loyal as can be until you give me a reason not to. But it's more my thing for pretty girls in my opinion. Case in point, I'm here with you right now, right?" Flashing a quick grin to Meg, Sam wondered how the flattery card would go over in this conversation. It never hurt to try. "That mostly, but it's also pretty fun getting in the way of your cronies. I'm sorry Meg, but aside from your brother, you need some better help..."

Pausing a moment to let the joke sink in and try abolishing any other reason he stepped in earlier today beside the fact of helping out a pretty face, he tapped his cards with a finger for a moment, studying Meg. "My memory isn't what it used to be, but I do seem to recall a few threats thrown as a whole to the rest of the people involved in the chaos this morning. Including my sister and Helena. Those two I am loyal to, and I think it's in your best interest as well to drop the entire affair. For now at least..."

"You sound incredibly full of yourself, not a luxury that you can afford. As for your sister, and her crazy friend, they should know better then to play heroes. It seems that this whole school has your amnesia, they are forgetting who their Queen is.”

"Maybe," Sam let out a disappointed sigh at the way Meg was standing her ground. He rose from where he was sitting and looked down at her where she sat. "But you're forgetting one thing yourself Meg, they did stand up to you today. Whether you want them to bow and scrape and call you their Queen, they still stood. Even Tarrant. 'Fears are educated into us, and can, if we wish, be educated out.'" He said the old quote aloud. Over the ages, those who had ruled by fear had come and gone, surpassed by the memories of those who stood up to them.

Sam Sat his cards down in front of Meg. The game was over and he didn't see any point in overstaying his welcome any longer. "The best possible outcome I see for you is making Valerie a martyr for others to follow. Push all you want Meg, but don't ever say I didn't try to extend the olive branch when you needed it." He took a step as he turned to leave, but suddenly paused, a need to say more sticking firm in his mind.

His back still turned to her, Sam turned his head to look back over his shoulder at Meg. "You've got a heart in there somewhere Meg, don't lose it completely..."

Meg couldn't help but smile. Throwing down her cards, she got up and walked right up to Sam.

"Tell me something, my friend. Here you are, asking for mercy towards those fools, and yet you offer nothing in return? You words are beautiful, but they are empty of meaning. What happened today, we've been there before. People are quick to stand up when they have another to follow, but when that other falls, they do too, and hard. Yes, a queen can show leniency, but it is not to be confused with weakness. I am not weak, and I cannot allow for anybody to defy me, and get away with it.

She looked into his eyes, and suddenly, even for herself, she put her right hand gently on his shoulder.

"However, I only ask for the respect which I deserve, so if everybody at that table was to bring me the proper apologies tomorrow morning, I might be willing to reconsider your offer. Until then, I have no reason not to punish them as I should. As for Valerie, she better learn fast, otherwise I shall have to help her with it.”

With that, she stepped away.....

Watching her for only a moment more, Sam finally opened his mouth to adress her for the last time. "I'm sorry Meg," he said in a completely serious tone. "Not for what happened today, but for trying to extend you an olive branch. Just remember, when things get too much too handle down the line, this could have all been avoided."

Sam turned his head forward once more, back to the path out of the garden, and left back to the school. Without looking back at Meg, he exited the garden and continued on his way in search of someone else.

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#2013-07-27 08:11:26, as written by Kura Ravengade

Thwack!

"Damn them all ..."

Slap!

"I hate them ... I hate this school ..."

Smack!

"Why did I have to get dragged into all of this?"

Thud!

Valerie stumbled slightly, her sweaty palm barely managing to keep a grip on the tennis racket. She dropped to one knee, her arm draping over the one that was propped up, and she heaved a few breaths. Sweat tickled the back of her neck, where it made a curvy line down the center. Instead of standing, she dropped to her butt and splayed out across the ground, her arms out in a 'T' and her legs out in a 'V'. She was completely and utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally, and really hadn't a clue as to what she would do.

Should she stay?

Grandmother would be angry, but I'm sure she would let me leave ...

No. That would be considered cowardice, and cowardice was frowned upon in her family. Her sister had been weak, according to her grandmother, who admitted that she had only ever expected Valerie to survive, seeing as she had always viewed her as the strong twin.

It was a bunch of crap.

Amanda had been far stronger than she had ever been and ever would be. All that she could do was plaster on a smiling, happy facade and explode at people at the most random of times. Amanda had always been cool, calm, collect; quiet and soft-spoken. Valerie, on the other hand, had been the 'rebellious' one. The one that was too intelligent for her own good.

"Whatever ..." Her voice was a grown as she rolled over, her hands placed palm-down on the ground. Bracing herself slightly, she pushed herself up, grabbed her racket in the same motion, and turned to face the tennis-ball machine, which had run out of balls.

"That's what she said," she snickered, snorting slightly, for it was such a stupid in ridiculous joke, and she was in such an oddly foul mood that she couldn't help the sound. Bending over to pluck up a ball, she rolled it in her fingers, her icy eyes glued to it and seeming almost mesmerized. Out of nowhere, she spun, the ball whipping out of her hand and flinging at the far wall, where it slapped it dropped to the ground, a crack appearing down the center of it.

"Seriously, what's the point? I'm just a foreign, freaking German girl whose entire family is dead. It was unrealistic for me to ever think that I could make friends here, let alone ones that wouldn't judge me for my past ... Well ... Unluckiness, nor for my uncommon mood-swings, yet violent ones nonetheless. I can't believe that I actually thought ... Dammit, I don't know ... This place is so messed up!" She rubbed her hands roughly through her mass of blonde curls, letting out a frustrated growl. Spinning, she lashed out with her legs, kicking a ball and slamming it through the net.

"What the Hell am I supposed to do? Huh, Mama? Papa? What the Hell am I supposed to do at this school? Obviously it isn't just for geniuses ... So what kind of school is this?"

Obviously, there was no answer to her question. Instead, the chirping of crickets, buzzing of bees, and a slight swish of wind was the reply. Nothing that could help her.

As always, she would have to make this decision on her own. Hell, she'd been doing it for nearly half of her life anyway. Why start relying on others now? She was the caregiver, not the caretaker. She dealt out the protection; she didn't not receive. It was merely her way of life, and if that changed, she probably wouldn't know what to do with herself. Hell, she could barely handle not having an answer from the freaking heavens.

Maybe she was crazy too.

"... Nah ... But I'm still confused as Hell and royally pissed at Grandmama," she said with a sigh. Valerie moved over to the fencing that surrounded the tennis fields, curled her fingers in the metal wiring, and dropped her forehead against it. Her eyes peered out through half-closed lids, her lips slightly pursed, and in all honesty, she didn't want to move from that spot. The wind was just strong enough to help cool her sweaty, flushed body, yet light enough so that it barely ruffled the tennis skirt that she wore.

"... I guess that I can stay for a bit longer. I mean, I've only been here for, what, two hours?" She glanced at her watch out of the corners of her eyes and shrugged. "Okay, so an hour and a half. But still! I'm not about to pussy out of this school already!" she exclaimed, pushing back from the fence and slapping repeatedly at her cheeks. "Get it together, Val! Grow up and grow a pair! Jeez, if Grandmama were to see you now, she'd be spitting out curses at you in German! And you know exactly what she'd say. You always were a spoiled, spineless, good-for-nothing brat who only ever took advantage of my generosity," she said, her voice mockingly old. She spun from the fence, a scowl on her face.

"Whatever, as if I need any friends here ... Helena's decent, Tarrant's nuts but my child-hood friend and a great guy, Sam doesn't even remember me, Audrey talks to inanimate objects, a crackie has it out for me, one girl is some sort of half-cat, half-human reborn Dr. Seuss, and one girl carries a knife! Oh, and don't forget the weird kid that decide to smooch on you, and that bitchy, holier-than-though slut Meg and her damned little minion-filled-entourage. God ... Mother ... Shit ... Ugh!" She threw her hands into the air, grabbed her racket, and started for the gate that would allow her to leave the tennis fields. "I guess I'll just play it all by ear," she muttered.

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#2013-08-03 02:32:27, as written by legacy14

Making his way away from the garden, Sam walked a bit fast for any other normal person. Usually he was relaxed and decided to take his time, but after the brief conversation with Meg, he suddenly felt the need to blow off some steam and walked with a clear direction, purpose showing in each of his long strides. To be honest, he really should go to find Audrey, his sister was always the perfect person to take his mind off things and cheer him up seeing as how he always tended to forget his own problems and focus more on her. But the lack of any actual physical activity was beginning to bug him as the day wore on.

His first destination was his room in the boy's dormitory where he changed out of his jeans and boots, and into a more comfortable pair of shorts and running shoes. He exchanged his shirt for a sleeveless one but paused for a moment, deciding it was better not to go shirtless with the year drawing closer to winter. 'Really don't need my nipples falling off tonight...' he thought ruefully.

Leaving his room, he scooped up his headphones and put them on just before closing the door and heading out. Stretching as he made his way down the hall and eventually back out into the open air once more, Sam took off at a steady pace as the first song began playing into his ears. Veering his path away from the lake, he decided against it due to the insects beginning to come out around the waters at this time of the day. 'Really don't need itching dots all over my body tonight either...'

Sam decided to cut straight off the path and into the grass of the academy, preferring the soft and uneven under footing compared to the hard surface of the paths. His thoughts began to drift unwittingly through his head as each step propelled him forward. Some of them still in pieces, others as clear as day. It bothered him that he still had lapses here and there, but the sleep deprivation was the worst. Everything seemed to be getting better, or at least managed easier, but the fact that he had one in the middle of a group of people today was a bit worrisome. He still couldn't believe what had happened in the cafeteria earlier. The pieces were all in place once again, but it still felt odd thinking about it. It wasn't even funny anymore, not after speaking with Meg at least. She definitely deserved what she got, but still...

That Valerie girl had marked herself out as Meg's number one enemy now, but she had also shown others that you could actually stand up to the club of antagonists. That was a credit all in itself, no matter how this finally turned out. 'It could be worse,' he thought, 'this school could be a normal one, filled with ugly women...' Thinking of the new girl again, he smiled a bit, she was more than attractive, even without putting Meg in her place earlier. She seemed a bit put off or distressed earlier though when he had seen her in passing on his way to see Meg. Was she upset about the earlier events? Or was she simply having a hard time adjusting to the school? Maybe she suffered from depression or anxiety?

The questions spilled off one after another, and suddenly out of thin air, Valerie seemed to appear before Sam as he began passing the tennis courts in his loop. Slowing to a stop just before the gate, he pulled his headphones out of his ears as she walked out in front of him. She seemed to be mumbling something, but he couldn't quite make out the words.

"You know, talking to yourself is the first sign that you're going crazy." He put on a grin to let her know he was kidding and waved. "Though, I suppose this school tends to make us all a bit crazy sometimes." He regarded her as he walked up, taking in the tennis uniform and racket she held in her hand. "Valerie, right?"

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#2013-08-04 00:42:00, as written by Polka

Helena had no idea where to find Audrey.
She ended up awkwardly waking around, quite alone.

With no destination in mind she drifted outside, quite far away from where Meg and her cronies had their club.
The tennis courts were usually quite safe. Helena had a perfect spot just under a tree where the red and white flowers had a perfect 2:1 ratio. However, that was only because Helena had sat and picked them to make it seem more symmetrical.

She took her place on the warm ground and removed a golden pocket watch from her pale dress.
It read 12.01... it was always on the wrong time. The battery had died a long time ago but Helena had never once taken it to get a new one.

Looking up from the golden watch, Helena could make out Valerie getting quite annoyed with a racket in her hand.
She reminded Helena of Audrey when she got a bit too agitated.

The blonde girl stood from her solitude and made her way over. She noticed Sam too.

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Go get food?
Such a strange order.

However, Now was not the time to disobey her Queen.
Petra had noticed how Meg looked at Sam. In fact Petra had noticed the electricity between them long before any of the other members of the Gardening Club.

Petra made her way into the School, only to realize she had no Money. Though that could be easily sorted.
She wasn't paying particular attention when she picked her victim, she only noticed his blonde hair.
The boy didn't even have to be asked, he gave her his money as soon as she grabbed the scruff of his collar.

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#2013-08-07 07:08:58, as written by Kura Ravengade

She was almost clear of the tennis courts when the voice intruded her now-private argument with herself. Despite the fact that she dimly recognized the sound of it, she couldn't quite place who it belonged to, nor why the deep undertone and reverberation caused a slight flutter of her heart. She was probably just startled, which could also explain the butterfly-like feeling that stirred in the pit of her stomach.

Valerie paused mid-step, her blonde hair bouncing in it's ponytail, and turned her head in the direction in which the voice had come from.

"Sam," she said, smiling slightly. She had always been good with names, even when in a new place and given an onslaught of them. "It's nice to see you again, too," she joked, obviously in response to his insanity joke. "But I can assure you that I'm the most sane person here," she tacked on with a slight head shake.

"Though, I suppose this school tends to make us all a bit crazy sometimes."

She laughed and turned and eyeroll in his direction. "No kidding. I've been here for less than an hour and I can already see that. I think I've lost a few of my sanity points in the short time that I've been here," she said jokingly, yet was completely serious all-the-same. "I don't really know how much more of this I can take, and as I said before, I've only been here for a short time," she sighed out, moving over so that she could speak to him a bit more quietly, having never been the shouting type.

"Valerie, right?"

Using her fingers to toy with the bottom of her frilled skirt absentmindedly, she nodded. "That's my preferred name, yes," she said, eyeing him with a thoughtful gaze. "I thought you didn't remember me? I heard you ask your sister who I was, after I had been introduced to you twice. As you Americans would say, 'what gives, dude'?" she asked, a slight smile on her lips. The smile was sad, however, and more of a ghost of one, and she lowered her gaze. "It's alright, though. I've been told that I'm pretty easy to forget. Plain and simple Valerie, who can't even keep her own sister-"

She stopped herself. No, she couldn't slip back into the depression she had been feeling only moments before. Her self-pity would get her nowhere, especially when it came to making friends.

Instead, her hand lifted and wrapped around the two necklaces that hung from her neck, her fingers curling around the charms and rings that hung from them. She offered him a slightly-shaky smile. "I'm sorry about that. Sometimes ... I just ... Well ... I get sad, to be blunt," she said, tightening her grip. "Anyway, it was nice to see you again, handsome, but I should probably get back and take my pain medication, so I'll see you later?" she asked, moving over and starting to pass him. She paused and lifted her racket, lightly bopping his where his forehead met the top of his head with the mesh that connected the metal bars around it.

"You shouldn't worry about others all the time. It takes so much out of you that you'll get tired. So don't worry about me, alright Sam? I'll be fine on my own. I always have been, and I always will be. Besides, it's not like anyone really cares, anyway. They only pretend to out of obligation to seem polite and make sure that the 'new girl' doesn't feel alone. It's purely obligation to do as you were raised to. So please, don't feel obligated for me. You should feel concern for yourself, after what happened in the cafeteria. I'll try to take some of that bitch's wrath away from you and your friends, but while I'm positive nearly all of it will befall on me, you should watch out for you and your sister. I wouldn't want you two getting hurt because of my foolish actions, verstehen?" she asked quietly, turning to face him, her free hand dropping onto his shoulder despite their height differences.

"Your sister and you aren't my friends, but I don't want you two to get hurt, nor do I want anyone else that was at that table to be hurt. It's doubtful that I'll be around any of you very much during the school year, but I'll watch out for you guys. I'm just ... Well ... Es tut mir leid," she said softly. "I'm sorry, Samuel," she said in translation for him to understand. She lowered her hand to his chest and merely stared at it, at the spot directly above his heart in which her hand rested. With a light pat, she stepped back and away from him.

"By the way, I like your full name better than your shortened nickname," she smiled a little, poking the center of his chest with the blunt end of her racket. "If we ever hang out or something - whatever American teenagers do - I'm going to call you that. Even if we just say hello in the halls, you'll only ever be Samuel to me. Not Sam. Samuel," she said, smiling brightly at him. She was already backing away, her racket held behind her back by both hands. "I'm glad I met you, and I'm glad that I have Tarrant, too. Your sister doesn't seem that bad, either, so I just wish ... I want ... I hope ... That I can have some friends for once," she added softly. She perked up again and smiled. "It was nice seeing you again, Samuel. I'll 'catch you later'," she said awkwardly, already turning away, her skirt's frills floating up slightly in the twirl. Her right hand rose, her fingers curling slightly inward towards her palm. "Bis später!" she called. "See you later!"

With that, she took off and away from him, her heart thundering in her chest. What was it about that boy that made her want to be friends with the group of people that he was friends with? What about him made her want to have friends at all? She had always been just fine on her own. But that was ... That was when she still had Amanda. Things had changed ... And she didn't really understand why. Without Amanda ... She was ... She was incomplete. At least she was buried in a town near the Academy, seeing as their grandmother had respected their parents' and their wishes for all of them to be buried in the same cemetery. This way, Valerie could visit them whenever she wanted to. She had visited the day before, on her way to the Academy, which was undoubtedly why she had been thinking of her sister so much since she had arrived.

The first chance she had, she was going to visit the cemetery again.

A small tearing in her chest caused her to stop, and gentle tears sprung to her eyes.

She had been doing so well. So why did she feel so ... So ... Awful? It was almost as if her heart were snapping in two. All she wanted to do in that instant was cry. But she couldn't. She wouldn't. Especially with Helena walking towards her, undoubtedly having her destination be Sam. "Hello Helena," she managed to choke out, her voice a bit strangled. She turned her face away, and with a slight wave to the girl, took off. Grandmama would kill her if she ever found out that her granddaughter had let an outsider see her cry, or show any emotion at all.

She wouldn't cry, no matter how badly she wanted to. Amanda. Jasper. Kathleen. William. Her family. Yes, they were all dead, but no, she wouldn't cry.

She wouldn't cry.

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"Ja, Oma, ich bin hier. Ich bin einfach nur gut. Ich habe sie heute Nachmittag." A pause as she listened to the other end of the line. "Ja, Oma, die Studenten sind sehr schön. Es war ein ... Interessanter Tag, um es einmal vorsichtig auszudrücken. Es ist sieben Uhr hier. Ich glaube, ich bin jetzt im nach einem schnellen Imbiss. Es war eine lange Reise, und ich bin immer noch ein wenig Jet Lag leidet. Außerdem habe ich meinen ersten Tag in der Schule morgen, und ich möchte sie nicht einschlafen während der Unterrichtszeit." Another pause, and she sighed and smiled a little. "Ja, Oma, ich liebe dich auch. Gute Nacht.*"

She clicked the end button on her cell phone, set it on the table beside her bed, and rose. After tossing a sweatshirt on over bra, she slid on her black veil, typical for a funeral yet her normal attire at night, and rose.

"I can't believe I forgot to buy snacks before I came up to my dorm and took off all of my makeup," she muttered, adjusting the mask enough so that her face wasn't showing in the least. Her blonde hair shone like a beacon at the back of her head, and after placing her necklaces in her jewelry box - she felt utterly naked without them - she pulled on some slippers, her heart hammering in her chest, and moved to the door. She cast a worried glance back at her jewelry box, before turning and leaving the room, locking it behind her.

"Please, please, please don't let anyone see me ..."

It didn't take her long to reached the large lobby-like sitting room that was the entrance of the dorms. The vending machines, of course, were out of order, and the only other ones that she had seen in or around the dormitory was outside, in an area in between the two dorm buildings. She would end up freezing her tush off, but she needed to eat something after she had taken her pain medication.

"Like I said before, please don't let anyone see me," she whispered, closing her eyes tightly for a moment as she said the prayer. Finally, she drew in a deep breath and darted out into the dark, cold night, goosebumps immediately rising on her thighs. She ignored the cold as she walked briskly to the vending machines, which were in a small, enclosed building in between the two dormitories, which held basically the vending machines, a phone booth, some comfortable beanie bag chairs, a television, and a radio. A nice place to have a movie night in.

Shoving the thoughts from her mind, she moved over to the vending machine that held bags of chips, and the one beside it, which held little microwavable foods. And there she stood, debating between what food she would get, and what to get to drink, when the door to the small building opened, letting in a woosh of cold air, which ruffled up the bottom of her veil.

With a gasp, she whisked away, grabbing the veil quickly in an attempt to hold it over her face. Her voice was soft and choking when she spoke.

"Wh-Who's there?"

{Conversation with Grandmother: Yes, Grandma, I'm here. I'm just fine. I got her this afternoon. *pause* Yes, Grandma, the students are nice. It was an ... Interesting day, to say the least. It's seven o'clock here. I think I'm going to turn in after a quick snack. It's been a long trip, and I'm still a bit jet-lagged. Besides, I have my first day of school tomorrow, and I don't want to fall asleep during class. *pause* Yes, Grandma, I love you too. Goodnight.}

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#2013-08-07 11:37:06, as written by legacy14

Samuel Bryant

Sam opened his mouth to respond, but snapped it shut almost immediately as the torrent of words began to rush out of Valerie like a tsunami. He blinked multiple times trying to keep up with her in an almost vain attempt to stay on the same thought track as hers. Sam marveled at the talent women held when it came to stringing words together and launching them at unsuspecting prey.

"I'm sorry, Samuel."

Once again he opened his mouth to respond, but shut it quickly once more. The conversation had seemed to have taken a dramatic turn in the wrong direction. 'What have you done?!' he mentally berated himself. What had he said to bring her down like this? Or rather, what hadn't he said that he should have? He realized at that moment, that he wished Audrey or Helena were there right now, one of them would know exactly what to say or do. Or be able to tell him what to say in Helena's case.

Casting his gaze around, Sam spotted her and nearly jumped out of his shoes at the sight of Helena. 'Yes! She can help me out here! She'll know exactly what to--'

"See you later!"

Standing there like an idiot frozen in place, Sam could only watch helplessly as her tennis racket tapped him lightly on the head and she pivoted, leaving him standing there, dumbfounded as she walked away. "Warten Sie...komm zurück..." He said to the blonde girl already too far away to hear him. Realizing he actually used the German words for 'Wait...come back...', he almost chuckled. It was rare for Sam to ever use anything he actually learned in his classes.

"Helena," Sam said, walking up to his tiny blonde friend, "I think I'm completely hopeless..." He went to clap a friendly hand on her shoulder, but just as soon as his arm raised again, a surge of light-headedness caused him to stumble, nearly taking the slight girl out in his misstep. "Oh God, sorry!" Righting himself and making sure Helena didn't fall, Sam shook his head out and pinched the bridge of his nose, forcing his eyes to focus. "Sorry chica, I guess I'm a bit more tired than I thought."

A little ways in the future...

Every step he took caused them to move and disappear, only to poke their heads out further ahead or waving him on to hurry up. His friends, family and others as well. Audrey was there first of course, at the bottom of a steep mountain. He had scrambled down quickly after her, trying to catch his sister before she slipped away again. Then the terrain shifted again.

Ice and snow was all around him, and Sam shivered in the cold, but trudged on as he caught sight of Malia smiling down from a dead and frozen forest, still frigid and unmoving in the chilly air. Dean was there too, and Tarrant as well. But they shimmered away just before he could reach them as well.

The grass crunched under Sam's bare feet as he walked around the academy in his daze. People were scarce at this time in the evening as most were either studying, preparing for sleep, or off in their own shenanigans elsewhere. Sam on the other hand, had finally managed to get some sleep after his run, and was now experiencing one of the rare misadventures that came with his unconscious mind. Dressed only in his track pants, goosebumps prickled at his flesh as he had climbed out his window and down the boys' dorm into the crisp autumn air. And he continued on, chasing figures that weren't really there.

Hopping over a fallen log, he tried to keep sight of the golden ponytail as the girl in the tennis outfit ducked around another tree in the forest, ponytail bobbing in tow. He missed a step as a vine clutched at his ankle, turning the stumble into a graceful roll and catching himself on hands and knees. A slender hand stretched into his sight and he looked up to stare into Helena's smiling face as she offered him a hand up. A grin split his face, but disappeared just as quickly, watching the pretty smile shimmer and fade with the rest of the girl like the others had. Meg was there then. A bit away, but in plain sight. Alone, with those big brown eyes looking straight through him. She seemed on the verge to say something when the three shapes behind her caught her attention. Without a word, she too disappeared.

Sam was on the very edge of the dark woods outside the academy when he stopped and turned the other direction, hopping over one of the benches as he came back onto the academy's grounds. A random plastic bag blew into his path, accelerated by the slight breeze and caught on his foot, taking away any traction his bare feet had on the slick grass. As he continued on though, he was began to slip awake, ever so slightly...

He ran on as he caught sight of Audrey once more. His sister was fast, faster than he had never known her to be before. He had always been the one to come out on top in their footraces, but failed to keep up with her now. The forest was gone now and the expanse of a long-dead city lay before him. Broken buildings and abandoned houses sought to hide his sister as he was in quick pursuit. As fast as his sister seemed in this odd place, he was gaining on her. Every corner he turned brought him closer and closer. The buildings around him shifted from unrecognizable towers to the familiar scenery of the academy. His mind wandered for a split second, but snapped back as he caught sight of his sister running through a door just ahead. He turned a corner, hoping to cut her off, and heard sounds of people talking just ahead!

Rounding the corner quickly, Sam slammed into something suddenly and snapped back to reality. Clutching at whatever it was he hit, he rolled, his body quickly reacting to protect the figure in his arms. His back skid on the ground to a halt and he rolled over, looking down into Malia's eyes. Checking around him, he realized he had done it again. Running around the school shirtless and acting like a maniac.

His face drained of color immediately, still as stone, Sam could have sworn he had swallowed his tongue as his eyes locked on Malia again. Malia, the person he had just bulldozed unintentionally, the girl he was currently smothering, and the girl who was most likely going to shank him in a moment unless he moved... "Oh crap...Sorry Malia I was..." He frantically scrubbed his mind, trying to find the right words then relaxed slightly at an obvious realization. "Let's face it, this isn't the worst thing I've done. And at least I'm wearing pants this time..."

Standing once more and offering his hand to the downed girl, his thoughts wandered again. 'Of all people I could have run into, it had to be Malia...Sam, you are a complete idiot. At least it wasn't...' At that moment, he noticed Valerie, or what he assumed was the blonde-haired girl from earlier. "What the hell is on your head?"

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#2013-08-09 21:04:33, as written by Possibility

Malia, who had been standing stoic as she awaited a response from the new girl, yelped as a force rammed into her, causing her to fall to the floor and bump her head. She blinked a few times to clear her vision, suddenly thankful she had closed the lid of the bottle she had been thankful from. The tea bottle rolled away, but that was farthest from Malia's mind as she lightly pushed Sam, trying to get him to move off of her.

"Oh crap... Sorry Malia... I was" Sam stuttered out, and Malia squirmed, trying to get him off of her. "Let's face it, this isn't the worst thing I've done. And at least I'm wearing pants this time" Sam was more relaxed at this point, but he still was crushing the smaller girl underneath him, causing her breathing to be cut off.

"Can't-Can't breathe!" Malia stammered, pushing against him again. This time, he took the hint and got up, followed by Malia a moment later. She took inventory of any new bruises forming on her skin, and after finding none she dusted herself off. Blood was coming from the wound on her wrist again, but other than that she was fine.

"Well, it could have been worse, I guess. I don't think you meant to tackle me anyway." Malia muttered, dusting herself off.

"What the hell is on your head?" Malia was alerted to Valarie's presents again by Sam's question, and for the first time Malia noticed the black veil that the 'sane' blonde girl was using to block her face. Though, Malia didn't know anyone who sane who would wear a veil to bed, but Malia didn't have friends with many people deemed sane- in fact, one of her close friends frequented the padded cells of the school.

"I was wondering the same. It's sort of late to be wearing a veil" Malia muttered before looking at her wrist again, sighing when she saw that the top layer was now covered in blood and she would need to wrap it a few more times. She held her wrist up to her chest so it would catch on her shirt if any dripped over. The movement hurt a bit when she bent her wrist so it would be flush with her shirt, but that only caused her to hiss and experimentally flex it again, this time a smile forming over her features. "Sam? Next time, please get off of me quicker. I couldn't breath for some time there" she said in about as lighthearted of a voice as she could manage, and she pressed her non-wounded hand to her back and hissed in mock-pain.

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#2013-08-10 07:49:26, as written by Kura Ravengade

"Malia ..." It was a response, but there was a long pause between that one word and before she would speak again. When the other girl did, a face jumped to Valerie's mind; a face that was combined with a bored look and a flash of metal - a knife.

Oh, the crazy girl with the knife from the lunch room ... That's who she is. I thought I recognized her footsteps.

"Malia Russet." It was a start, at least, and she was finally speaking again. It was hard for Valerie to deny that she was grateful that the girl was doing the speaking, because she had been struck quiet with fear and surprise at the girl's arrival. "I'm the girl who had the knife, earlier. I am sorry if I scared you in any way, shape, or form. I just imagined the whole deal getting bloody fast. Meg's hounds can tear things to pieces. You're Tarrant's friend, correct? He is one of my friends as well, one of the two I feel are true friends. Therefore, if you spend time around him you are bound to be spending time with me at least some of the time, especially when the whole club is together, so I would hate for you to be afraid of me."

Valerie couldn't deny the soft laugh that escaped her lips. The girl thought that she was afraid of her because of her knife? Oh, no, no, no. That knife couldn't do much in the matter of scaring her, for she was already scarred enough that, if given any others, she wouldn't be bothered in the least. No, she didn't enjoy pain, and would rather not be faced with it, but if she was, that was that and there was nothing else she could do in order to stop it, aside for fight back, of course.

Should she respond? Should she turn around and face the other girl? Or should she run for the door and escape any questions that may ensue due to their unlikely encounter?

She wasn't given very much time to make a decision, however, before there was a loud crashing sound, the grunt of a young man, and the surprise gasp of a young woman - Malia, she supposed, for she wasn't facing the girl and therefore couldn't be positive that there wasn't another person with her.

"Oh crap...Sorry Malia I was..."

Oh, dear God, not him! Not Sam, of all people! Of all the people that could have walk in on me, why did it have to be Sam? Don't let him see ... Don't let him notice my face! And even if he does, let him forget. Please, make him forget!

But he was already speaking again, so her silent prayers to whatever entity - if there was any - out there would undoubtedly fall on deaf ears.

"Let's face it, this isn't the worst thing I've done. And at least I'm wearing pants this time..."

... Did she really just hear what she thought she heard? It was more than a bit disturbing to overhear something like that from someone like him.

Admit it, you'd have loved to have seen him whenever he wasn't wearing pants.

Shut up, internal voice!

You're just telling me to shut up because you know it's true.

Shut ... Up!

She smacked herself repeatedly in the forehead, scowling through her black veil. She really needed to get help for her mental battles.

"What the hell is on your head?"

Dammit! I swear, I am so done with praying to you, God! You've never done anything for me in return, so I'm pretty much done with believing in you!

How was she supposed to respond to this. There wasn't any logical explanation as to why she was wearing the veil, and she really didn't want two people that she had only just met to know about her facial scars. It was bad enough that they would undoubtedly eventually find out about the scars on her abdomen, so why did God have to torture her with allowing them the knowledge of her disfigurations face-wise?

It just wasn't fair.

Only a few moments had passed, during which Malia had obviously taken notice of her veil, also.

"I was wondering the same. It's sort of late to be wearing a veil. Sam? Next time, please get off of me quicker. I couldn't breath for some time there."

Don't ... Don't ask about it ... Don't look at me ... Don't look!

Hyperventilating. She was hyperventilating. The normal reaction that she had to her fear of other's responses to her scars where already occurring. Her breathing was quick and ragged, she was growing dizzy, and undoubtedly she was turning a pale white. It was childish, of course, but she couldn't control herself.

Pressing her lips firmly together, she straightened and squared her shoulders before slowly turning to face the two other inhabitants of the small building.

"That's ... It's ... Well ... That is ..."

Why was her heart thundering so loudly, so quickly? It felt ... As though it were going to burst.

She was going to being sick. She was going to throw up, and she couldn't help it.

"I ..." she choked up, tears filming in her eyes.

Her shoulders slowly slumped forward, her head dropping forward.

"There isn't any point, is there?" she asked quietly, her eyes half-closed and tears lightly dropping down her cheeks. "In hiding them, I mean. You're all going to find out sooner or later, somehow. So what's the point in hiding them anymore? It's been less than a day, and it's already happening again ..." Her hand lifted, her fingers pinching the bottom of the veil, and with a small tug, it was pulled from her head. The tears were forming streams on her scarred cheeks, and she dropped her hand dejectedly, already extremely sick to her stomach.

"You wanted to know so badly. So how does it feel to know then? I hope you feel like crap, because I do ... Thanks to you," she whispered, clenching the veil in her fist. "Don't you dare pity me, because I don't need it. Admit it, both of you. Admit that you're disgusted with them. Freak and ugly sum up most of your thoughts in this moment, don't they? Go ahead and get it out of your system," she growled out, lifting her head and glaring at them through her tears. "I don't know why I thought that this place would be any different than my school in Germany. People are all the same, and let me tell you something. You're the monsters. Just because I'm scarred doesn't mean that I'm not a good person! And you know what? I am a damned good person, and I don't need any of you. I don't need anyone. I never have, and I never will, so ... So ... So there!"

A throw of her arm caused her to fling the veil to the ground, and after grabbing the food and drinks that she had bought, she fled the building, slowing only when she was outside and the threat of slipping prevented her fast pace.

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#2013-08-17 07:46:46, as written by legacy14

Samuel Bryant

Sam scratched the back of his head in his usual manner as he gave a slight tilt to one side with his head and a shrug in Malia's direction. It's not like he purposely lingered a second too long after bowling her over. After all, he did just awaken as he hit her. 'Oh well, what can you do?' He thought silently. He really hoped there wouldn't be a next time. Not anytime soon anyway...

Turning his attention back to Valerie once more, he sensed the air in the room begin to shift as the subject of the headpiece was brought back up. As Malia had pointed out, it was an unusual piece of clothing at any time of the day. Other than a funeral... 'Oh hell!' The thought crashed into his head before he could rationally think it through. 'She killed Meg!' Realizing what he had just imagined, he immediately dispelled it and mentally reprimanded himself for the thought. Even if for the sole fact that Meg wouldn't go down that easily.

"I ..."

He caught the quick glisten beneath Valerie's shading headgear and the overall shape of her features changing slightly. Something was definitely wrong. But as to what that something was, was anybody's guess at this point. It had been a simple question, both on his part, and Malia's as well. Sam couldn't grasp why the mood had swung so drastically so quickly. His lips parted to speak once again when Valerie's choked voice seemed to come to life once more.

"There isn't any point, is there? In hiding them, I mean. You're all going to find out sooner or later, somehow. So what's the point in hiding them anymore? It's been less than a day, and it's already happening again ..."

Sam stole a quick glance over at the girl standing next to him. There had to be something he was clearly missing here. He was hoping it was something as simple as a man missing some inside joke between two women, but he found no evidence of that when his eyes fell on Malia. Suppressing the urge to run up to Audrey's room and drag his sister down to translate these indiscernible signs, Sam returned his attention to the blonde once more. And in one, painfully slow movement of her hand, Sam regretted ever inquiring about the headpiece...

"You wanted to know so badly. So how does it feel to know then? I hope you feel like crap, because I do ... Thanks to you. Don't you dare pity me, because I don't need it. Admit it, both of you. Admit that you're disgusted with them. Freak and ugly sum up most of your thoughts in this moment, don't they? Go ahead and get it out of your system," Sam felt like he had been slapped, but stayed where he was, refusing to take a step back. He felt any acknowledgement of what she was saying may make her feel worse than he already imagined she did. "I don't know why I thought that this place would be any different than my school in Germany. People are all the same, and let me tell you something. You're the monsters. Just because I'm scarred doesn't mean that I'm not a good person! And you know what? I am a damned good person, and I don't need any of you. I don't need anyone. I never have, and I never will, so ... So ... So there!"

In a final effort, Valerie tossed the veil and bolted out the door. Sam had no idea about Valerie's scars, and he felt horrible having practically pointed them out without knowing. Kneeling down to pick up the discarded veil, Sam scrubbed his free hand through his hair and let out a pent-up sigh. He had just woken up, but he was exhausted from the events of the day. Worse off, he couldn't help thinking the majority of it was his fault.

"I should really stop sticking my nose where it doesn't belong..." Saying the thought aloud, he realized Malia was still present. The beautiful girl being a witness to his final act of stupidity of the day. "You know, I have a sudden urge to run out after her to fix all this, but I'm almost positive I'll make things even worse." Sam rose to his bare feet once again and regarded Malia before he left, taking in the hand she tried to conceal behind her back. "I guess tomorrow is another day, right?" The sentence was in a much more defeated tone than he meant, but he really couldn't help it at this point. "Sorry about the bullrush a bit ago, I guess I'll try to confine myself back to my room for the rest of the night."

Walking over, he lifted his hand and laid it lightly upon her shoulder, giving it a friendly squeeze before walking off again. "Have a good night gorgeous, and get that hand looked at please!" He couldn't help throwing out the last bit in a joking manner before walking back out the building and back toward his dorm.

Upon reaching the room, Sam immediately threw a shirt on to cover his freezing chest and flopped down on his bed. He didn't bother turning the light on, and could just make out a shape in the other bed. He couldn't tell if it was Ace or not, but he didn't care at the moment. He realized he still had Valerie's Veil. He needed to talk with her the first chance he could in the morning. He couldn't believe how frustrated he was with himself and how stupid he had been over the course of the day.

Sam reached for his phone on his nightstand and quickly found his sister's name. He doubted she was asleep this early, but he'd be damned if he messed something else up today. He let out a small laugh at the truth in the message he typed before hitting send.

Sis, your brother is an idiot...

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#2013-08-18 13:52:31, as written by Possibility

Malia watched Valarie as she seemed to struggle to get what she wanted to say out. She wondered why it was such a big deal- it was just a simple question. Though, she seemed to get her bearings sooner than later, and she was very mad they had asked the question- either that or very sad. She removed the headpiece slowly, muttering about 'it happening again'. Her face was scarred badly, but other than that she didn't appear to be damaged in any way that would require her to cover her face up. Malia did wonder, though, what happened to the scars during the day. They most certainly hadn't been there before- lots of makeup, perhaps?

"You wanted to know so badly. So how does it feel to know then? I hope you feel like crap, because I do ... Thanks to you. Don't you dare pity me, because I don't need it. Admit it, both of you. Admit that you're disgusted with them. Freak and ugly sum up most of your thoughts in this moment, don't they? Go ahead and get it out of your system. I don't know why I thought that this place would be any different than my school in Germany. People are all the same, and let me tell you something. You're the monsters. Just because I'm scarred doesn't mean that I'm not a good person! And you know what? I am a damned good person, and I don't need any of you. I don't need anyone. I never have, and I never will, so ... So ... So there!" The girl went off on a rant- but most of it was very unjustified. Malia didn't think she looked ugly or a freak, and she most definitely didn't feel pity for her. Maybe she would have- if things had been different, but she didn't. Not even the hardly-there twinges of it she normally called 'emotions'.

Valarie stormed off, leaving Malia and Sam in their spots. Sam muttered something about sticking his nose where it didn't belong and wanting to fix all of this, before running off and telling her to have her hand looked at. Malia nodded before doing exactly what he had wanted to do- following after her. She was on the way anyway. It took Malia some time to find her- she was fairly fast and even with Malia running she had a head start. When she did, however, Malia put her non-bandaged hand on her shoulder to stop her and looked at her in the eyes.

"I don't pity you- I don't feel scared of you. I don't feel repulsed by you- or anything else for that matter. That's my problem- I don't- ever. I just thought it would be best if you knew," Malia said in a quick monotone before turning swiftly and walking back to her room, wondering who her roommate would be. She hadn't bothered to check the list- she knew her room because that was always the first thing she found out, so she didn't need to look at a paper- a person had already told her everything she needed to know.

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#2013-08-30 07:09:09, as written by Kura Ravengade

It didn't take her long to reach her dorm room, and by the time she had, she was freezing from the tip of her nose to the tips of her toes. Needless to say, she changed quickly, her head ducked in order to avoid Audrey's gaze, and quickly retreated into her bed.

"I am sorry that you will need to see these every day for the next year," she murmured, tracing one of her scars lightly, her voice holding a sleepy quality to it. "And tell your brother that he is an idiot ..."

With that, she slipped off into, in how American's say, 'La-La Land'. To be blunt, she was out like a light, the occurrences from the day having worn her to a fine line.

"Somebody call nine-one-one! Hurry!"

"There's a little girl over here, and she isn't moving! Get over here and help me get her out!"

"Don't move her! Don't touch her until the paramedics arrive!"

"We can't just leave her like that! There's so much blood ... And we don't know how much of it is even hers! If she's bleeding, we need to stop it before she bleeds out!"

"I don't care! Don't move her!"

"Stop bitching and call a damned ambulance! You in the tank top! Get your ass moving and help me get her out! She's the only one with a pulse in this entire wreck, and I'm not about to let her die! If she wakes up, she'll only see her family!"

Stop yelling ... Stop it, or you'll wake up Tomathy ... Mommy said that he has to sleep or he'll be cranky when he wakes up ... But Mommy and Daddy aren't talking anymore ... Why can't I hear my Mommy and Daddy? And who are you? Why are you being so loud? Why is your voice so worried and scared? Stop it! You're scaring me! Where are my Mommy and Daddy? I want them now!

"She's moving! Oh, thank God! Sweetie, don't try to move, or you'll only hurt yourself. Let us help you. Don't move."

Who are you and why are you so sad?

It was too bright outside. The light was blinding when Alice opened her eyes. It glinted off of the windows - no, not windows. Glass. Everything was glass. Why weren't there any windows? And why was there so much glass? And where were -

Blood.

Everything. Everything was coated, covered, matted with blood. Everywhere she looked - blood. A blur of a face before her - no blood.

Mommy. Daddy. Tomathy. Blood.

They weren't ... What was wrong with then?

"Mommy?"

"Oh, Jesus, sweetie, don't look!"

"But ... Mommy ... Daddy ... Tommy ... Why aren't they ... Why aren't they moving?" Her voice was a croak to her own ears, and it hurt so badly for her to speak. I don't wanna talk, but I don't know what's happening ...

"Why ... Why is there blood? Why isn't Mommy moving? Mommy? Mommy? Mommy, you never finished what you were saying to Daddy ... You were talking about the trip and how important it was ... You need to finish talking about it, or you'll never get it done, remember? And you gotta sing to Tommy, because Tommy's gonna wake up, 'cause there's so much noise ... Mommy, why won't you talk to me!?"

A sob escaped her lips, tears spilling over her eyes and mixing with blood. She could barely see past the mixture, and her face - it hurt so bad. Her stomach hurt, too, and her arm, and her leg, and everywhere.

"Mommy, you have to kiss my boo-boo 'cause it hurts and you're the only one that makes it feel better. Mommy? Mommy!"

"Mama! Don't go!"

Her hand froze in mid-air, the darkness no match for her eyes as she stared directly ahead. Her fingers were twitching slightly, shining like porcelain pencils in the night. Her bed had a light wetness to it from sweat, and more sweat soaked her pajamas. Her hair was matted to her head, and she couldn't seem to catch her breath. Tears made sticky trails on her cheeks, and for a moment, she simply sat there. Finally, out of nowhere, she fell back on the bed, her eyes glued to the ceiling.

"Don't go," she whispered, a tear escaping and trickling down the side of her face. She rolled over, her hands grabbing the pillow and bunching it up against her face as more tears threatened to reveal themselves and spill over her lids.

"I don't want to be alone anymore ..."

"... Don't go ..."

Why did yesterday have to happen? I don't know if I'll be able to face Malia or Samuel again, especially after the way that I acted. I was a complete Schwachsinnige, and I'm embarrassed to even think about how I treated those two. I should have at least given them the chance to speak in order to tell me their reactions, but at the same time, I'm not sure how well I would have held up if Samuel had ...

Valerie shook her head, ridding herself of those thoughts before they further depressed her, and paused mid-swipe of her mascara. She was right, though; she had overreacted, and had acted like a fool to her new acquaintances. Sam hadn't had enough time to even work out how he felt about her scars, let alone relay them, and she really shouldn't have responded so harshly and quickly to something that, to them, may have been a minor inconvenience that wasn't that big of a deal in actuality.

She resumed the automatic movements of applying her carefully-assigned makeup from a special crew of makeup artists that her grandmother had hired in order for her to learn how to cover them, allowing her mind to wander once more.

It just so happened to mull over the image of Sam, standing in the small lounging building, in nothing but a pair of sweatpants - which, she may add, revealed a lack of any type of underwear beneath. How he hadn't frozen to death was beyond her, but she couldn't deny the fact that he had looked positively scrumptious, despite her failure to have noticed it at that point in time. What a shame, too; she could have savored the moment, had she not behaved in the fashion that she did.

Musing over the image of a half-naked Samuel, Valerie felt a twinge of guilt as she looked over at Audrey, who she had only just found out was her roommate. If only the girl knew what she was thinking in that moment, then she wouldn't have been so warm and welcoming to her the night before.

Of course, Audrey had seen the scars. In all honesty, how would she have hidden them from her roommate of all people? At least the other girl was sweet enough not to care - either that, or she was just so far out of it that she didn't even know what was up and what was down. A light shrug and Val returned the tube of mascara to it's bag on her desk, which held a mirror large enough to reflect the upper half of her body. Moving into the bathroom, she removed her pajamas and adorned a pair of slightly-worn dark jeans, a plaid black t-shirt with a black belt just below the breasts, and a pair of black and white converse hightops. She pulled a brush quickly and efficiently through her hair, biting her lip as she did so.

Sam had looked really good ... And by good, she meant really, really good. What with his lean muscles, broad shoulders, and his ass!

Valerie's eyes widened and she shook her head quickly, slapping her cheeks hard enough for red splotches to appear. Stop it! The boy's sister is in the other room, for Pete's sakes!

She took in a deep breath and left the bathroom. She moved over to her bag and plucked it up, tossed it over her shoulders, and gave a small wave to Audrey. "I will undoubtedly see you at breakfast. Until then, Wiedersehen," she called over her shoulder. She shut the door quietly behind her, slipped her new necklace, which held her room key, over her head, and made her way out of the dormitories.

It didn't take her long to cross the campus to the school, and having visited it the day before, quickly found her way to the dining hall. Granted, she was exhausted from the day before, but there wasn't much that she could do about it. She was required to attend school on this day, and it was unlikely that the administration's office would take kindly to her skipping.

She paused, however, just outside of the cafeteria.

Taped to the doors was a rather large piece of paper, which was decorated with orange and black markers and glitter, along with random pumpkin, skeleton, and other creepy stickers. On it were the words:

Halloween Bash!

A masquerade ball in which all students are invited to wear the costumes of their choosing!

Location: Gymnasium

Requirements: Must meet school regulations, and have a mask as a part of the ensemble.

Tickets: $6 per person; $10 per couple @ DOOR! May be purchased during lunch for $4 per person, $8 per couple.

Also, an after party will be thrown between the dormitories for anyone who is interested in attending!

Remember to have fun!

~Student Council Members~

A Masquerade Halloween Ball? What odd customs America celebrated ... But who was she to judge? With a slight shrug, she slipped into the dining hall, her backpack catching slightly on the door handle, which she easily freed with a light tug, the flutter of a picture to the floor going unnoticed by her.

Approaching the breakfast line, she frowned.

What if Samuel or Malia slipped out the fact that she had scars? It was unlikely that Audrey would - she was as sweet as cotton candy - and Malia didn't really seem to harbor very many emotions for, well, anything. But who knew with Samuel ... Hell, with his behavior from the day before, perhaps she had lucked out and he had already forgotten about the entire encounter.

She definitely hadn't ... How could one teenage guy be so utterly attractive without even trying? She was almost tempted to slap him for it, for it was so unfair.

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#2013-09-03 04:45:18, as written by legacy14

'Yaaauuuugghhh!'

Sam seemed to groan, yawn, and sigh all in the same sound as he stretched from his sitting position on the dock. It was still early, and more likely than not, most of the other students were still asleep; a luxury Sam wasn't often graced with, as was the case this morning. Multiple times he had woken in his fitful sleep to dreams and images he had already forgotten, only to lay back down and be woken again some time later. Oddly enough, he was beginning to get used to it.

So he did what he always did when he couldn't sleep and couldn't do anything else: he put on some clothes and ran around the academy, awake this time, in a vain attempt to tire himself out. Stopping at the same place he always did, the lake. Sitting there on the end of the wooden dock in his sweatshirt, track pants, and running shoes. The sun was just beginning to shine light over the treetops and onto the lake itself, causing small wisps of steam to dance on its surface, dragonflies chasing the few mosquitoes there were up here in the northern part of the country through the steam.

Beep beep!

Letting out another sigh at his sanctuary was disturbed by his watch, Sam rose to his feet and headed back toward the dorms, grudgingly at that.

It didn't take him long to shower and get ready for the school day ahead of him. Donning his normal blue jeans and boots, he pulled a plain black t-shirt over his frame before ruffling his hair in the mirror a bit so it would fall where he wanted it to. Heading out of his room, he paused a moment as he caught sight of the small black veil he had acquired the night before after Valerie had fled from them. 'Should I bring that?' He mulled over the statement for a second before remembering how embarrassed Valerie had been when it was pointed out the night before. Prancing about with the veil on display wasn't the best idea...

Opening his closet, Sam pulled his school bag that had been scarcely used and decided to use it for the day. Throwing his books and school papers in first, he delicately laid the veil inside. Doubting he'd actually get a chance to speak with Valerie, it didn't hurt to be prepared. Closing the closet, he paused once more and pulled a dark blue button-down from its spot on the hanger and shrugged as he threw it on, rolling up the sleeves and buttoning only the bottom buttons. 'Why the hell not..?'

Stifling another yawn, Sam looked at his watch as he waited on one of the benches in between the dorms. Audrey always took longer than he did. 'She's a woman, she takes forever to get ready...' he thought ruefully. At this rate, breakfast would come and go without him unless he left soon. Sam loved his sister dearly, but food was vital to him functioning throughout the day. Murmuring a silent apology, he rose and headed to the cafeteria, his long legs taking him there at a swift pace as they were ushered to greater speed at his growling stomach.

Feeling generous for no real reason, he opened the door for a student behind him before passing through himself. Unfortunately, his decent deed was all but canceled when he grabbed their shoulder to halt them and move them back gently as something caught his eye. A small photograph sat alone on the floor, directly in the kid's path, only to be saved by the trampling tennis shoes by Sam's reflexes. He leaned over and picked it up to have a look, finding something vaguely familiar about the two young girls who appeared to be twins...

"The Halloween Bash! I'm going to be a GODDAMN STINKIN' REPTILE!!! I mean, a Ninja Turtle. They have masks right?"

Sam's attention was torn from the photograph by the turrets-plagued student before the poster, covering a laugh at the hilarious outburst and scanning over the poster for himself. He couldn't remember the last Halloween bash for obvious reasons, but loved Halloween itself. 'Free candy mixed with costumes and a party, what's not to love?'

Heading toward the food lines, Sam gave a slight wave to Tarrant with the picture in his hand, realizing he was still holding it. "Yo hatter! You know who's picture this is?" Shortening the distance to the large boy and himself, Sam extended the picture out for Tarrant to observe, catching sight of his horribly depressing expression.

"You look a bit down, something up?" It was true, the man didn't look up to shape this morning, but that could be said for about 99% of the population at the academy. 'Perhaps Audrey's empathetic side is rubbing off on me...God I hope not...'

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#2013-09-04 01:27:13, as written by melmolly

AND

When Valerie returned, there wasn't much talking. Audrey had already prepared the small assignments she had been assigned,and was struggling to stay awake when the girl walked in.
Yay, my roommate is Valerie Alice!
She was about to say hello, but the air felt heavy in a way, and she looked up to Valerie.
Oh!, she thought in surprise as she saw her, taking in her face before the other girl turned it away.
There were scars Audrey had previously not seen before, lines running across her face.
W..w..why did I not see that before?, she thought, appalled by what she saw.
"I am sorry that you will need to see these every day for the next year," she murmured, tracing one of her scars lightly, her voice holding a sleepy quality to it. "And tell your brother that he is an idiot ..."
Audrey was about to comment, but Valerie proceeded to fall into bed and go out like a light!
For a few minutes, she was unable to move.

She hesitantly walked over to her, careful not to breathe on her.
She blinked when she saw the scars again.
Does she cover them with makeup?
Valerie stirred, and Audrey took a frightened step back, sighing soundlessly in relief.
Poor darling....What happened to her?
The scars had scared her initially, and they still did a little, but they weren't too bad now.
She noticed the girl didn't have anything on her, she was just there on her mattress.
She silently got one of the many blankets she had on her bed, and gently wrapped it around the girl on the bed. She tiptoed back to her side, and then slowly went to sleep herself,still thinking about the scars.

Audrey jumped off the cliff of the waterfall,wind whooshing around her whole body. She shouted enthusiastically as she felt the few moments where it was like she was flying. She closed her eyes for one second,feeling the spray of the waterfall,then covered her nose automatically with her pointer finger and thumb as she could sense she was about to dive into the lake at the bottom. Her body straightened on instinct, since she believed a cannonball was more painful than being vertical, even in her dreams.
All this lasted about five seconds, and then she was submerged completely.
She opened her eyes underwater and she felt that time had stopped.
The water wasn't moving,and neither was she,only her eyes could open and close. And there, right below her in her immediate vicinity, was a beautiful music box in pastel pink and yellow, with traces of milky white swirls.She remembered this music box from seventh grade, one she had seen in a shop window for a week before it was sold.
I had wanted it so badly.
Her hand could move now,so she opened it. Her eyes couldn't blink anymore, so she supposed only one type of body part could be in motion at a time.
There inside the music box were two dancers. There was no male,only two lovely,blushing ballerinas, one set permanently in fourth position,and the other in an arabesque. They started to twirl to a song she faintly recognized, but the music box melody was so hard to pinpoint.
As the song replayed,the two ballerinas stopped looking forward and instead looked up at Audrey. They began to sing, in whispering,haunting voices.
"Ring around the rosy"
"Pockets full of posies"
Their spinning slowed to an eerie pace.
"Ashes"
"Ashes"
"We all"
"Fall--"
"Down", Audrey whispered.

Audrey did not wake up with a start, but rather slowly opened her eyes to her royal purple sheer curtains.The creepy feeling from her dream has almost but disappeared as she looked up to the window.She had picked her bed to be closest to the window and nearest to the bathroom,seeing this as the perfect spot to wake up early graciously and still have the minimum required steps to get ready.She wasn't going to push her excitement about getting up before the world was awake,because she was not a morning person a few years ago. She slowly got up and touched her bare feet to the cold floor, and padded over to the bathroom,rubbing sleep from her eyes,noticing the time on her alarm clock that said 4:52 AM. She didn't remember her dream, only that she felt it had a positive start,and she couldn't quite complain on that aspect. She closed the door with a quiet click,trying not to disturb her new roommate.

The first few weeks she had started here at the Academy, she had felt a little scared. She didn't know anyone, and although she was starting to acquire friends,it felt incredibly lonely without her brother. In turn, she hadn't been sleeping right, and woke up earlier,at about the time her brother usually woke up.In her old home, her brother would make a lot of noise while waking up, so she would wake up momentarily, but then go back to bed. That first month, she would awaken just like before, but she couldn't go back to sleep in her new surroundings, so she just stayed awake and went to watch the sunrise, which she had fallen in love with. It was a habit now, although she didn't tell a lot of people. A little part of her still wanted to be known as the late riser to her brother, for childhood purposes.

After she had brushed,washed and sprayed everything that needed to be brushed,washed,and sprayed, she walked out of the bathroom in her towel over to her dresser drawer,picking out her outfit which included her favorite tassel scarf and her fifth favorite belted dress which was appropriate for autumn.She looked back hesitantly at Valerie.

Not gonna risk that. She went to change in the bathroom.

Walking along the red dirt path to the lake, Audrey felt the quiet enclose around her, making it too quiet. Then,she heard a lark sing in the distance,a sweet,light tune and she smiled in the direction she had heard it from and decided to sing as well. Audrey did not like to sing that much in the presence of others,because she knew other people would judge her for her less than melodious voice, and she did not like to be judged harshly and silently.It was mostly the good singers that scrutinized her,picking apart the strains in her voice and how she couldn't quite hit the high notes, then describing to great lengths how she could improve.The advice was always unwelcome, along with the demonstrations of them singing as an example,since she felt it was mostly about them and what great singers they were.She didn't feel like she needed to meliorate her singing. Her voice carried, resonated, and sounded like her and no one else, so what else would she need to change?
A melody from one of her favorite childhood movies floated into her mind.

"I have often dreamed
Of a far off place
Where a great warm welcoming will be waiting for me
Where the crowds will cheer
When they see my face
And a voice keeps saying
This is where I'm meant to be”

She made up the tone of the song,making it rather fast-paced and light-hearted.She knew the song was supposed to be less giddy than she was making it, but it felt good to sing it faster and more joyfully than reminiscing and hopeful.Singing it this way took away all her breath ,made her light-headed,and woke her up a little. Her voice was the only thing she could hear in the silence, and she spun around in glee, the faster she spun, the faster she sung. She smiled wide,knowing that occasionally it was better to be alone than with other people, and how she could be alone for hours and hours sometimes and not care at all. She didn't know it was a symptom of hers, staying alone for so long.She instead blissfully ran the rest of the way to the lake, and skidded to a stop when she reached her destination.

Yay,I'm here! With plenty of time,too. She now walked,slowly over to the enclosure and breathed the crisp,clean,cold air of fall,which seemed to heighten her senses.There were a few leaves here,and she picked up a red one she knew belonged to a red oak tree. There were a variety of trees planted all around campus,like redbud,dogwood, and hickory trees.

As she neared, she couldn't help but think about how much she loved the open enclosure next to the lake. It was the most impeccable, perfect place to watch the sunrise in the morning.She settled into a comfy,plush chair,bringing her legs in with her and resting them in the lotus yoga position, a leftover smile on her face. A light breeze was making some strands of her hair blow backwards, and she fiddled with the leaf in her hands as she waited.

He was flying. Then his head smashed through the glass, and bits of it got embedded in his face, arms, and even his chest. He heard the snapping of ribs. His mouth was full of blood. From where he lay, he could see two bright lights speeding towards him, and from the corner of his eyes he watched as the moon peeked out from behind the clouds. Then the impact came, smashing and crushing what remained of his already shattered body. That's when his heart stopped, and David woke up.

This was Brad's dream. David felt himself sitting up, searching blindly for his watch. He put it on, even though he didn't remember wanting to. In the dull morning light he could barely make out that it was only 5:00. Without waiting for his command, his body began to move, forcing him to get up and head for the bathroom. David felt himself splashing water at his face, then walk out and head for the closet. For some reason, his hands reached for the shelf that belonged to Brad. He began to pull on jeans and a T shirt, but hesitated. Why am I doing this? Then it hit him, of course he wasn't doing it, Brad was! Brad picked out his favourite hat from the numerous collection. He plugged in his headphones, and humming Led Zeppelin he headed outside.

Brad walked slowly, kicking a can in front of him absentmindedly. His mind was completely absorbed by the lyrics;
Leaves are fallin' all around, time I was on my way
Thanks to you, I'm much obliged for such a pleasant stay
But now it's time for me to go, the autumn moon lights my way
For now I smell the rain, and with it, pain
And it's headed my way.....

He stopped short when the can, having skidded a good 10 feet, rolled into the water. Unconsciously, his feet brought him straight to the lake. Brad inhaled the fresh air deeply, grateful that he came here. The lake was a great place to think, or even just to listen to some music...
A-ramble on, and now's the time, the time is now
Sing my song, I'm goin' 'round the world
I've gotta find my girl
On my way, I've been this way ten years to the day
I gotta ramble on, I gotta find the queen of all my dreams
I tell you no lie...

Then he noticed another human shape; a girl was meditating in one of the many plush chairs. Her slim silhouette was outlined by the rising sun, a true picture of peace and tranquility. Brad contemplated her for a minute before working up the courage to approach her. He was very surprised to recognize the figure as-

"Audrey?"

-
Audrey turned slightly at the voice, and smiled at the person it belonged to.Oh,hey,it was Dee! Or,was it Brad? She decided not to call him by any name until she was sure.
"Hello there. I've never actually seen someone out here this early.Would you like to join me?"Her eyes and her smile had gotten sleepier the more she had sat here waiting, along with her brain, so she didn't feel like being too chirpy. Especially at this early hour. It would ruin the tone of the morning.
She pointed over towards where the sun was just beginning to rise, and then motioned to a chair next to her, her face a bit expectant.Both of the boys were good friends of hers.

"Sure thing!" Brad flashed a cocky smile, allowing himself to fall back into the comfortable chair next to her. "Early bird gets the worm, I suppose. What got you out this early?"

She knew who owned that self-assured smile. It was definitely Brad talking to her. Over the years, she'd learned their two individual personalities. Dee was shy and kind, while Brad was more brash and outgoing.
"I usually come out here most mornings. It's been instilled in me since I came here. How about you? Couldn't sleep,Brad?"

"Just an, uh, unpleasant dream, that's all."

Audrey's eyebrows creased in concern. "Well,I hope it's not a recurring thing.Although-", she grinned,teasing, "I do enjoy the company."
The sun had slowly started to rise a few minutes before, and the smallest bit of sun could be seen.The sky's fading dark color started to recede as the sky was filled with delicate pinks,oranges,and purples.
She was left breathless, only pointing to it before she settled into her chair,not even smiling.Instead,she was left with a look of wonder on her face.
"I wish I could paint well enough to try and attempt that." She whispered.

Brad remained silent as he watched Audrey watching the sky paint itself with warm hues. He leaned back into his own chair, admiring the beauty unraveling itself before his eyes. Brad was not usually the sentimental kind, unlike his brother, but for the moment both boys felt peaceful.
]“You won't know that you can until you do.”

She turned only a bit to smile at him softly. "Trust me, I've tried."

She looked over to the left, to the terrain that stretched around the lake, and saw a figure running in.
She warily stared at it, until she realized it was her brother.
He can't see me here! I'd shatter the illusion of being the cranky,sleepyhead that wakes up hours after he does. Even though it wasn’t a big deal, she didn’t want Sam to think she had changed, even a little bit.
Ever.
He was a bit far away, and sometimes she would watch the sun from behind a pillar, not even in his range of sight. But now she was too close.
"I gotta go, Brad. I'll see you later,yeah?" She absentmindedly hugged him,then sprinted back to the path, careful to make it so her brother was not looking. Brad looked very tired as well. Maybe he’d head back to his dorm and sleep a bit more until the rest of the school woke up.

She hadn't been planning on running before, but now she could see why her brother loved it. The rushing air, the lactic acid running through her muscles, the breathlessness. She couldn't think about anything except her destination. She stopped near the boy’s dormitory, and then admired the now fully rising sun from afar, but then continued her run after a few minutes.

When she got back to her dorm, there was more sun in the room, and her roommate was showing signs of waking up.

Then, she was overcome with a feeling of dizziness.

Oh, woooah. She stumbled over to the bed, her hands at her temple. She felt woozy, so she immediately lied down.
Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to go running before having eaten.
She decided to take a little nap, hoping it would make her feel better. There was a little time before she was expected at breakfast.
She covered herself up, and then reached towards her phone. There was a text message there she had not seen prior from her brother.
As she read the text quickly, she knew that something must have happened between Valerie Alice and Sam, even though she didn’t acknowledge it last night.

That’s what Valerie said too., she wrote back. She looked over to the girl, set an alarm for fifteen minutes, and then crashed into bed to get rid of her headache.

When the annoying alarm sounded,Audrey woke to an empty dorm and only a slight buzzing in her head from dizziness.She quickly got her bag ready with a notebook and a pen and pencil. She also stuffed the recipe for one of her classes, along with a little snack to have during Advisory. She hummed while she retouched her hair, and then, in her new reawakened mood, skipped over to have breakfast.

When she approached the cafeteria, she was met by a very large poster that a boy was taping to the front.She recognized him as the Student Council treasurer. She waved to him, and he shyly waved back. He was a very timid person.

Oh my gosh, Halloween,I forgot, I love Halloween!!, she jumped up and down as she read the poster, energy coming to her which was completely fueled by her excitement.

When she walked in she was intent on finding her brother.She saw his back and eagerly ran to him. She bumped into him, and was sent back by the impact.

“Whoops!”, she giggled as she almost fell to the floor.
She looked up into the eyes of Tarrant.
She gasped, seeing how awful he looked. She remembered the scene from yesterday.
Did I do that?, she thought horrified. The argument was almost a fading memory in her mind, seeing as she did not hold many grudges. She put his hand on his shoulder.

“Tarrant, are you okay? I’m not upset about yesterday, I promise.”

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