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Be the Brave

East Shore HIgh School

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a part of Be the Brave, by RPGLoVeR213.

Weekly Schedule! (SmokeyMoon's Idea)

RPGLoVeR213 holds sovereignty over East Shore HIgh School, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Monday: Welcome back to East Shore Highschool! We hope you had a good break, but today you will be introduced to your teachers and get papers to sign.

Tuesday: The Welcome Back Pep Rally is today, we hope you got your papers signed! The Welcome Back Dance tickets go on sale today, go to Mrs. Piper, the Calculus teacher, for tickets.

Wednesday: The first Junior/Senior Prank Day is today, watch out sophmores and freshman! Even juniors for the seniors, no one is safe from a prank today.

Thursday: Come in your pajamas or sweats for Lazy Day, where all the teachers are putting on movies and you can bring a small snack and drink for homeroom.

Friday: Today is Spirit Day, wear the white and navy blue of school colors, you can buy a ticket at the door for a hightened price at the Oasis.

Social Events:
Pep Rally before every game of the year

Homecoming during September, the students dress up and go to Homecoming.

Walk-In Movie on the first day of October, the students come at night to see a movie on the tarp on top of the goal post.

Halloween Scare on Halloween night, everyone dresses up for the Halloween dance and someone scares the student body

Sadie Hawkins Dance before Thanksgiving Break, the students get in formal wear for the dance.

Christmas Ball the last day before Christmas Break is the Christmas Ball, a masquerade ball for which males ask the girls at the dance.

Morp is the backwards Prom, and is a prom for freshman and juniors, along with afterparties.

Valentine's Ball held by the prestigious Valentine family, the student body has to have a date to attend the ball.

April Fool's Dance held by the Seniors, everyone who walks through the door gets pranked sometime during the night

Prom is set during April, sometime after the April Fool's fance, for the seniors and juniors

Senior Picnic is a school-wide picnic celebrating the graduation of all their seniors and friends
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East Shore HIgh School

Weekly Schedule! (SmokeyMoon's Idea)

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East Shore HIgh School is a part of Be the Brave.

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Wyatt Tobias [0] "You have no idea"
Millie Laurence [0] For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, It might have been.
Steven Adler [0] "You know that old silly question? What super power would you want? Flight or Invisibility? I'd choose flight. After all, I've already got the other one nailed down."
Ember Bell [0] "Tears don't show how weak you are, they show that your strong enough to show your hurt."
Hadley Darrow [0] "Shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you."
Aidan Decrue [0] What're you lookin' at? Yeah. Didn't think so.
Juniper Goldstein [0] "We do what we have to survive"
Beau Wilde [0] Nothing hurts more than realizing she meant everything to you, but you meant nothing to her.
Nathanial Augustine [0] "What do you want me to say? What can I do to make you happy? More importantly, what can I do to piss you off?"

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East Shore High School. Home of the White Waves, and 2,098 students. It was six fifty AM, and only a few of the teacher's cars had not made it onto to campus already. School would be starting in an hour and ten minutes, and the school's guards were getting ready for supervising the teenagers.

None were there before seven ten; it was like an unspoken rule. Being the first one there usually meant you were teased on until your friends came to school.

It was nearing the end of summer in the sunny state of California, and the sun decided to give the famous city some rays. 95 degrees was not the ideal weather to be stuck on a bus with a bunch of other sweaty teenagers, but some had to deal with it. Most of the school had some sort of car to either drive or be driven in. Some walked to school in shades and super-short shorts. There were even a few bicyclers and moped drivers.

By seven ten, the first of all two thousand kids made her way onto the campus, her head down so she wouldn't be recognized. She slipped into the school, the first for tutoring. In ten minutes, the parking lot was flooded with students of all types and backgrounds. Imagine a nice, two-story high school. Then imagine the graffiti, bomb and intruder drills, and the discreet passing of many different types of drugs and alcohol. Welcome to East Shore High School.

The preps are the first group, usually huddled in a circle wearing the latest top from Hollister and Abercrombie and Fitch shorts. Most of the girls had low-cut tops, and shorts that barely covered their butts. The Rich Bitches of the school. The guys had Phiten tossed on their necks, the newest Aeropostle shirt and some nice khaki from American Eagle. Most of them wore Rainbows, with the occasional flat or sneaker. They stayed by the most expensive car of the group, chatting away in high, cheery voices and complimenting new tans and new haircuts. This includes the bone-headed jock boys who throw a party every weekend and the slutty cheerleaders, who have had at least one body part surgically re-done. Also in this group are the Alphas David and Marina, The Top Cliqué, and Scottie and Jane.

Instead of having ten million different groups, the people in this group decided to call themselves "Middle Class". Not exactly slutty cheerleaders or Rich Bitches, but not exactly emos or nerds. These people don't care too much about their reputation, and make up the rest of the student body. By far the largest group, Middle Class includes many people who don't even talk to each other. This includes the Seniors, the Triple Threat, the Sophomore Three, and Liley and Betty.

The bottom of the student body, and heated rivals of the preps, is the emos, nerds, or anyone lower than "Middle Class". This is pretty much self explanatory.


The alarm clock blared in Millie's ears, surprising her into falling off the top bunk of her bed with Churro landing on top of her. She grumbled a few profanities, glaring at her roommate Sasha. Millie trudged to the bathroom, taking her time in a hot, steamy shower. Once she got out, she straightened her hair and pulled on her white tank top and high-waisted floral shorts. Sasha pulled herself out of bed, still in her sweats and sports bra. "Nice Sash." Millie giggled, pulling on her cream-colored suspenders and lacy gloves. She grabbed her Mario converse from beside the door before heading out of her room and downstairs to the kitchen. "Morning Tulip!" Maria, another dancer who was an a-mazing cook, called as she flipped another pancake onto the plate.

"Don't worry; Ronnie doesn't get up until at least ten o' clock on Mondays." Maria grinned, referring to the blonde girl's uncertainty. "I have enough of him yelling at me at practice, I don't want him yelling at me about my weight." Millie replied, grabbing two. "So, you should come with me to boxing. It's such a stress reliever." Maria commented, grabbing the keys to their yellow Lamborghini. "Maria, what if they don't like me?" Millie asked, sitting in the passenger seat. "You're the shy new girl. Why wouldn't they like you?" By seven forty, Maria was rushing Millie out of the car with an affectionate "See you later, don't die!" and pulled out of the parking lot. She held the strap of her big blue floral bag nervously, looking around with the map she was given in her hand.

The map told her that the office was just up the stairs, but she wanted to look around first. It was different from most of the high school movies, everyone hanging out with new book bags, haircuts, and tans. Millie had never been fortunate enough to earn a tan, it was always sunburn. The staircase was flooded with people of all shapes and sizes, chatting away about summer break and such subjects pertaining to. Millie walked up the stairs, followed by several pairs of eyes. She walked into the office, receiving her schedule after a way-too-cheery "Welcome to East Shore High, Miss Laurence!" and a quick meeting with the principal.

Fifteen minutes ago, a certain black-haired boy woke up from nice sprits of cold shower water from sleeping in the bathtub. "Come on Pansy, gotta go to school today." Came the voice of Beau's best friend, Sam Valentine. He groaned a bad crick in his neck and an even worse hangover. In five minutes, he was dressed in a simple t-shirt and skinny jeans. He poured himself a cup of Cheerios, going for dry when he saw the expired milk. Sam yelled for him to get his ass in the truck, and Beau happily obliged. "Belle left another voicemail." Sam commented, his red truck moving into the flow of traffic. "She leaves one every day, Sammy Boy." Beau answered back starkly, watching as he pulled into the parking lot.

He walked with Sam to their usual group of classmates, all smiling and welcoming the two back to school. Even on the first day, the cliqués were totally obvious and no one expected to meet anyone different than from last year. "Did you hear? We’re having two new students this year." Isa commented, pointing over to Scottie when asked where she got her information. "One's this famous ballerina, who works for the Passionate Dancing Troupe. The other is the nerdy type, the son of richy-richs." Cat continued, explaining that Isa's mother had taken the two girls to school. "Belle switched my Piano class for Mechanics, I had to get my new schedule." Beau told him, waving goodbye at Isa before walking up the stairs, covered in students of all colors, faces, and races, and walked into the office to see a blonde he'd never seen before.

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You never realize how obnoxious an alarm clock is until it wakes you up for your first day of school.

Steven jolted out of bed at the furious beeping of the alarm. He failed his arm blindly around in the direction of his bedside table, unable to see anything but colorful blurs. Finally, his hand connected with the damn thing, nearly knocking it to the floor. At last, there was silence. Steven fumbled for his glasses, finally bringing them up to his eyes. He took in his chaotic room: clothes lying in piles on the floor, papers everywhere... Just the way he liked it. Steven smiled at his messy haven before feeling his stomach drop. Today was his first day of school.

He fought his way out of bed, his comforter wrapped around his lower body as if begging him not to leave. Steven wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep and stay there... but he had to face the music. Steven trudged to the hall bathroom, grumbling obscenities. He quickly undressed and stepped under the hot torrent of water. He didn't know how long he stood there, but he did know that he was likely to fall asleep. Of course, Bree would never let him-

"Steven, you're hogging the water!" Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear. "If you're not out in the next two minutes, I'll-"

"Bree, chill. I'm almost done," Steven replied, shutting off the shower. No doubt, Bree was waiting out side the bathroom door, tapping her foot like she always did. Steven opened the door, towel around his waist and glasses sitting slightly askew on his nose.

"Good God, at least put on clothes! What are you trying to do? Blind me?" Bree snorted and shoved her way into the bathroom, towel in hand. Within 30 seconds, Steven could here the water running. He just shook his head bemusedly and went back to his room.

Okay, new school... What says "nerd" as little as possible? Steven wondered, pacing his room in his underwear. He did not want to start this year on a bad note.

"I got it... I could be the musician!" Steven picked up an old Beatles shirt. "Is it bad that I'm trying to stereotype myself?" he asked aloud.

"It's bad that you're talking to yourself!" Bree shouted from out in the hall. Huh. Thin walls. Steven shrugged and pulled on the shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. His hair was already mostly dry by this point, and he ran a comb quickly through it. Didn't want to look out of order-

"Aw, God, I'm such a nerd," Steven grumbled. He dropped the comb and mussed up his hair, going for the messy, just-rolled-out-of-bed look. Steven stepped into his black converses, quickly tying his shoes...

"STEVEN! Are we going to go or what? It's, like, 7:50!" Bree yelled.

"Crap!" Steven left his right shoe untied and ran out of his bedroom. Bree was there waiting, clad in baggy cargo pants and a tank top reading "Good Morning... I see the assassins have failed". Her dark blue hair was covered by one of her signature hats. The plaid cat ears were worn, with a small hole in the left one.

"Let's go. I've grabbed breakfast. C'mon!" Bree was already running down the main staircase that descended down into the foyer. Her sneakers hit the stone tiled floor within seconds. Steven was right after her, taking time only to grab his backpack at the bottom of the stairs. Soon the two kids were bolting towards the cars sitting in the driveway. Bree was heading to one in particular.

"Woah, we're taking the Porsche?" Steven asked, his voice squeaking. The car was his dad's favorite. "Bree, if this thing is in any way damaged-"

"Steven, don't sweat it. I trust you. Plus, I want to show up in it for my first day. Come on. You know it'll give you some good school buzz- people will want to know the new mysterious rich kid." Bree winked. Steven ran a hand through his hair, still nervous. Nevertheless, he jumped into the driver's seat. He still couldn't believe they were doing this. The car was a white Boxer Spyder. If there was even one tiny scratch on it by the end of the day, he'd be skinned alive.

Bree jumped in beside him and handed him the keys. With a purr, the porsche started up and rolled smoothly down the long driveway. Behind them, their large pale blue house disappeared behind trees, as the car drove down the curving road. It was another minute before Steven reached the gates. They automatically swung open, and he pealed onto the road.

"Go faster! I'm going to be late." Bree urged him on, elbowing him in the shoulder. But Steven wasn't taking any chances with this car.

"It'll be a new part of your tough-girl rep- you'll show up when you feel like it," he replied, never pushing the car past the speed limit. Despite his slow speed, Bree made it to school right before the first bell.

"See ya, bro! Don't do anything stupid!" With that, Bree was off, vanishing into the crowd of middle schoolers. Many kids stared at him as he drove away, eyes locked on the shiny vehicle. Bree had certainly got what she wanted. Mysterious rich kid... [i]right,[/i] Steven thought. Steven turned left down a street, headed towards the high school.

His heart was pounding as he pulled into the parking lot of East Shore High. He could feel eyes on him. Why did Bree want to drive in a convertible for Christ's sake! Steven just wanted to hide. Primary instinct for him. But he kept a cool expression. He found a parking space and pulled in. The car's quiet motor fell silent as he shut it off, slipping the keys into his pocket. He walked up towards the front of the school, where the crowd got heavier. Immediately, Steven could spot the cliques. They really were the same in every school, weren't they?

Taking a deep breath, Steven navigated his way through the crowd towards the main building. Kids were in the midst of entering, no one really caring whether they got to class on time. Teachers for the most part didn't care either. Steven shot a nervous look to the security at the doors, metal detectors standing behind them. Steven was reminded of the airport. He handed his backpack to the guard and walked through the detector. The guard checked his bag, completely nonplussed. It was handed back to Steven before he was pushed into the hallway. The school seemed much bigger on the inside than it did on the outside. A maze of hallways confronted him, and he had no idea where to go. He didn't relish the thought of asking one of the security guys where the front desk was. He then remembered the map that he'd been mailed, and reached for his backpack's pocket...

To find nothing. With a stab of dread, he remembered he had left it on the breakfast bar in the kitchen. Steven ground his teeth. Well, he should at least get moving. The office shouldn't be too hard to find... right?

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Juniper is rudely awakened by screaming down the hallway, then a combo of cold wet nose and horrible dog breath, "Oh god Barney you need a milkbone cause your breath is horrible", she said pushing the old dogs muzzle out of her face. She slipped out of her bottom bunk bed and poked her sister Lacie in the head, "Wake up Butt munch you have to get up too", Lacie moaned and turned over. "What the zip Lacie at least you don't have to go anywhere", Lacie had severe agoraphobia so she was home schooled by their mother. "Junie mom will get me", moaned Lacie as Junie scratched her butt while yawning and walked down the hallway to the bathroom.

After her morning ritual of washing her face, brushing her teeth, and so on Junie went back to the bedroom to get ready for school. She put on a pair of jean cut offs, with black tights underneath, her favorite Princess Leia shirt that her older brother had got her last Christmas and her black converse with rainbow shoelaces.

When she came down stairs her mother shook her head "Junie, you look like the circus just came to town", Junie shrugged at her mom, "Mom I'm wearing what I want at least I'm not naked", she said while grabbing a toaster strudel out of the toaster. Her little brother's laughed at her as she grabbed her back pack, and headed for the door. "Bye honey!", called her mom as she tried to wrangle Willow into a highchair, Junie pulled her Schwinn bike out of the garage and started pedaling to school.

The parking lot was full of fast cars and the "beautiful" people, and Junie rode past them all on her old bike, if she was laughed at Junie didn't hear cause she had her Ipod blaring techno into her ears. She went to the bike racks and triple locked her bike, not that anyone would want to steal her old school rust bucket. The bike had actually been her mother's when she was in school, she sighed as she found her favorite tree and sat under while she waited for the bell to ring.
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"Wyatt baby its time for you to get up for school", he heard his mother say he sat up from the back seat of the van and rubbed his sore neck. His dad threw some Poptarts at him, "Hurry up son and we'll drop you off". Wyatt had washed and changed into his school clothes for the next day at the rest stop they had stayed at the night before. Sleeping in his clothes, so he wouldn't have to change in the morning.

He sprayed himself with some Axe body spray and prayed he didn't stink, "You look fine honey", said his mom Wyatt nodded as she started up the van. They drove through traffic, and the closer he got to school the more Wyatt dreaded it, finally they pulled up to the school, "Bye honey", called his mom while blowing him a kiss and then driving away. He hoped that some one didn't notice all the stuff they had crammed into that old van, and that they didn't put two and two together and figure out he was homeless.

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Chloe opened her eyes slowly as the light streamed in from the window. She sighed, content, the cold air chasing away the remnants of her lovely dream. Then reality crashed.
She pushed herself off the bed, moving as fast as she could without hurting herself, making a beeline for the bathroom. She stopped on the tile and kneeled, vomiting into the toilet. After waiting a bit, feeling nauseous, her hand found the handle and flushed the foul stuff away.

She was alone in the apartment. It was miserable.. having no one to talk to. She felt unaccepted in her home life.
The girl stood, running a hand along her enormous belly, wondering if the baby could feel it. Feeling sick, she turned and exited the bathroom and rummaged around the refrigerator. She took out a lemon, she'd read somewhere that they helped with morning sickness. She sniffed it, not exactly sure of how that worked.. but hey, anything to stop the nauseous feeling. She drank water, not being able to bring herself to eat something, got dressed, brushed her hair. applied makeup, and then left the apartment.

A woman smiled at her as she went by, and she kept walking with uncomfort. God, she hated this feeling. Why did she even bother..
She opened the door to her car, her parent's old car, actually. It wasn't great, but it worked. She had drama as her first class. Finally. Something she liked. The time was 7:48, so she had a bit of time.

After parking and lifting herself slowly out of the driver's seat, Chloe walked inside the nearest building, which contained a large number of students. She wasn't new, and last year they'd known she was pregnant, but she certainly wasn't that heavily pregnant then. She received some offhanded stares from new kids, sneers, funny looks, and outright laughing at her.
Screw you, she thought, wishing she could throw up on that disgusting brunette that laughed. She walked angrily then, straight forward without anyone bumping into her.. they have her a clear path to walk, avoiding her. Either from politeness or rudeness, she didn't know. She felt like a lion parting a herd of zebras, and she didn't like that. Maybe if she actually tried to make friends, she wouldn't be like this. But she never talked unless spoken to. Like now, for instance.
Okay, goal for this year: make a friend, she thought to herself. But so far no one was willing..

Already pissed off, she turned the corner sharply to where she knew the office was. She entered the office. A couple girls moved out of the way for her, smiling earnestly, and she offered a small smile back. She brushed her dark hair back and stood against the wall, keeping her eyes on the ground, and minding her own business.

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Ember slowly woke up, her back and her neck hurting, Suddenly she realized that she had fallen asleep with her knees brought up to her chest, leaning against the back of the barn. She stood up and tried to scratch her very itchy left hand, only to remember she had a cast on it. All the rest of her bones had healed nicely, but her hand was healing 'wrong' so the doctors had to re-break it. Not a pleasant experience. And she was a leftie, too. Running her good hand through her reddish honey brown hair, she stretched and picked up her backpack as she took out the clean outfit she had put in it the day before, and changed in an empty stall. folding her old clothes under some hay, she started jogging towards school. It wasn't far, only down the street. Today she was just starting at the school, and was sure people would question the scar on the base of her neck, the blisters on her good hand, and her cast. Ember wondered how much she could tell them before she got weird looks.

Entering the school and keeping her eyes down, she quietly entered the office. Almost as soon as she entered, she bumped into a pregnant girl with dark hair. "I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking! Are you alright?" Ember looked at the girl, not wanting to already have made someone mad. She didn't give the girl and weird looks or turn away because she was pregnant. It was none of her business, and she didn't want to be rude. "I'm Ember. It's my first day here." She told her, holding out her hand, against forgetting it was broken. "Sorry! Wrong hand!" Slightly embarrassed, she held out her good hand. She was not looking forward to writing, or shaking people's hand. Because she was a leftie, it was a habit to use her left hand more. Ember almost seemed frantic, desperate to make the people around her happy.
She was like a cat that hadn't been fed, starving for any kind of affection. Her blue-flecked eyes fell to the ground again, as she kept her hand out in front of her for the girl to shake.

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Millie looked around the office, her eyes scanning everything. The main part of the office, empty except herself and some other students, was large for a visitor area and had three large leather couches, the pillows colors of cream and dark brown. On each side, there were two mahogany desks with a big vase of tulips on each side with a small clock beside it. The administrators sat behind the long black granite counter, typing away at old dinosaur computers with glasses put carefully on the very tip of the nose.

Most were elderly or in their older prime. She looked down into her purse, searching for her favorite Marc Jacobs aviators for when she got home, and looked up to see a heavily pregnant teenager. All hopes of not having a cliché school of drugs, sex, and breaking rules came crashing down in front of her steel grey eyes. When she locked eye contact accidently, looking for a clock on the wall, she smiled sheepishly and turned away nervously.

The administrator handed her the schedule she'd lost in the mail, along with anything she might need. Millie thanked the administrator, walking out of the door and headfirst into a guy with messy brown hair and glasses. He looked lost as well, and nothing like the other kids. He had on a Beatles shirt, one of her guilty pleasure bands, and tight black skinny jeans that hugged his legs very well. She apologized in a quick manner, words flying out of her mouth before she could even catch a breath.

Once she stopped talking, she rubbed her shoulder nervously and grinned shyly before the two were flooded with students of all types rushing to class for the first bell had just blared. "Bye." She commented softly, turning on her heel towards her first block. She looked behind her to wave sheepishly at the boy, stopping to look at her schedule. "Damn." She muttered under her breath, looking at the room numbers.

Millie looked to the room closest to her, nothing close to her number. And the number in front of her had three numbers, not four like the paper. "Room 2202, where the Hell is tha- oh, second floor." Millie mumbled sheepishly, looking at the staircase. She walked up slowly, lingering on the dark wood staircase. Once she got onto the second floor, she walked into Mr. Williams room, which was full of sophmores and a video playing. "You're Millicent Laurence, right?" Mr. Williams asked, some of the students giggling at her name which was usually paired with a woman four times her age. "It's Millie, Mr. Williams." She replied sheepishly, sitting in the only seat available, next to another person she didn't know.

Beau was getting his schedule, walking out of the office to see a new kid, probably the one Isa was telling him about. "You're a new kid, right? I'm Beau, I'm a Junior." Beau told him, smiling. He remembered his first day at this school, he was overwelmed. But he was a freshman, and this new kid was probably a Junior the least. Beau walked into his homeroom, his Pre-Calculus classroom full of different Juniors he went through school with together.

"'Sup Princess?" One of his only skater friend, Asher Greene, asked as he sat down next to him. "Got a new schedule. What's with you Prince Charming?" Beau asked, bearly listening to the teacher droning on and on about something or another. "Got a new tan, and a new girl." Asher answered, looking at the teacher constantly. Asher was always getting in trouble, and the one place where he tried to not have problems was the clas-

"Mr. Greene!" Mrs. Landings, the Pre-Cal teacher, snapped as both of the boys' heads whipped to the front of the room. "Is there something you and Mr. Wilde would like to tell the whole class?" She asked sternly, both of the boys shaking their heads. "Then pay attention!" She snapped in reply, returning to her speech about something or another.

Asher commented on how she was in her third marriage, and Beau couldn't help but laugh. "What is so funny, Mr. Wilde?" "I'm sorry Mrs. Landings, something peculiar to my psyche occurred to me but it would not be appropriate to say so in class. I'm sorry if I disrupted things." Beau answered back, suprising his classmates and even Mrs. Landings. "Alright then, Mr. Wilde."

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As a girl passed by Chloe, she bumped into her. It wasn't her fault, really, she just took up more space than others. She brushed her hair back, smiling awkwardly.
"Yeah, I'm okay," Chloe replied, moving again as a couple guys walked through the entrance. "Nice to meet you, Ember. I'm Chloe." She shook the girl's good hand, trying to be polite as possible. After all, Ember hadn't given her an off look like the girl who'd stared at her, then turned away in nervousness. She had a cast, and she wondered in the back of her mind how that happened.
"Hey, which class do you have first?" she asked hesitantly, wondering if perhaps they could share the first period. That might brighten her day.
Edging sideways, she held her hand out and looked down at the ancient woman that sat before her. The paper was put into her hand. She said nothing.. the administrator knew who she was. They all did.
Whoever had sent the original schedule sent it to her parent's address, which they'd discarded without telling her. She was angry at them, for not even caring for their daughter, nor their future grandchild. They only paid for her hospital bills. She'd have to raise the baby on her own. Speaking of the baby, she had an appointment soon, and then she'd know whether she had a son or daughter.

Glancing down, she reviewed it slowly. Ah, good. She liked that arrangement.
Chloe looked back at Ember, smiling, wanting to get to class. Just because she was pregnant people assumed she was "bad". It wasn't her fault. It was Nicholas's.
And if she missed class on the first day that would only garauntee that the teacher would be looking over her shoulder the entire year.

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Junie stood up from her spot under the tree and decided she should probably go to the office and get her schedule before the bell rang. She went through the metal detector, with out too much of a hitch, it's not like she was a crazy psycho or something. She walked down the hall getting rolling eyes and clicking tongues but that never really fazed her. As a girl came out of the office muttering, she shook her head, walking up to the desk,

"Um excuse me my names Juniper Goldstein, I need my schedule please", she asked politely. There was a guy with a Beatles shirt on she smiled he looked new, "Cool shirt", she said as the secretary handed her schedule to her.

Then the bell rang while she was standing there, "Aww crud fudge I knew I waited to late to come in".

Wyatt, had his schedule in hand and was looking for his home room, he didn't know if any one remembered him for last year or not he prayed they didn't. Or that he didn't have someone come up behind him and say

"Dude Wy I went past your house the other day and it looked like nobodies living there what the hell", he didn't want to have to explain why that was so.

He passed by a girl that looked very pregnant, a concerned looked crossed his face he thought he had remembered her from last year but he had know clue she was pregnant. But he did remember her boyfriend was douche, "what was her name?" he thought to himself as he walked up to his locker tossing his bag in. "Chloe I think" he thought as he looked back over at her "Why is it the cute ones hook up with the ass holes", he thought to himself.

Now Wyatt couldn't say he was a virgin, but he would never put a girl in that type of situation if he could help it. His dad would kick his ass if he ever got a girl pregnant, he glanced one more time over his schedule.

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Steven was looking around nervously, trying to spot the office. Surely, kids would be going there, right? I mean, first day of school- kids would need schedules that they lost and there had to be some other new kids and, and... Steven was growing more and more anxious. It was in his personality to fret and worry about insignificant little things. Just about as he was going to pick a random hallway and walk down it, a girl ran into him.

Immediately, she burst into a stream of apologies. She looked flustered, blushing slightly. Steven could say the same of himself.

"Oh, sorry- you okay?" He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. The girl was really pretty, with long blond hair and pale grey eyes. For a split second, Steven could imagine drawing her into his graphic novel. He could feel his face flush, embarrassed. Suddenly, a loud bell rang and the already crowded halls grew even more frenzied.

"Bye," she said quietly, before she left, turning to walk down on of the hallways. A few yards away she looked back and smiled, before glancing back at the paper in her hand. Steven supposed it was a schedule.

A schedule!

He tried to remember which way she had come from, guessing that she had been in the school office. He started to walk down the way she had come. He had barely gone three steps before her bumped into another student. He was shorter than Steven and had inky black hair.

"You're a new kid, right? I'm Beau, I'm a Junior," the boy introduced himself.

"Oh, uh, yeah. I'm the new kid. Steven... is my name," he replied awkwardly. Beau smiled and walked off to who knows where. The good thing was that Steven had spotted Beau exiting from a certain door that read "Main Office". Relief washed over him, and Steven walked through the door happily. He walked up to the counter and asked for a copy of his schedule and a map of the school. A girl standing a little ways a way, and she smiled at him.

"Cool shirt," she said, before walking out the door. Steven's mouth twitched up. So far, so good.

Within a minute, Steven had a map and his schedule. Thank the Lord. He was running a bit late, the halls mostly deserted save for a few stragglers. He had English first. Good way to start the day. Steven loved English. He found his English classroom easily on the first floor. He was the last to walk in.

"Ah, Mister... Adler, I presume? Please take a seat. We were just about to get started." The teacher, Mr. Harold, nodded to an empty seat. At first glance, Steven couldn't help compare him to a sad walrus. He had one of those mustaches, that made it nearly impossible not to compare him to the blubbery animal. However, Mr. Harold was very tall and slim. If he turned to the side, he might have disappeared completely. He stood right up against the blackboard, as if he was afraid of the students in front of him. His droopy, basset hound eyes watched the class anxiously.

"I hope you've all brought your books. Today we're going to start George Orwell's 1984..." Steven grinned. He had read the book in previous years. It was one of those must-reads. He almost opened his mouth to comment on the dystopian genre... but he stopped himself just in time.

NO. I will not be the nerd this year! Steven thought determinedly. So, he spent the class in silence, listening to Mr. Harold's slow, deep voice.
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Hadley didn't really feel all too much like a new kid. This was good. Moving in the middle of the summer did some good. She had met people who attended East Shore, so she wasn't alone entering the huge building...

Not that she was nervous. No, Hadley Darrow was never nervous. Well, at least not anymore. New year, fresh leaf, yadda, yadda, yadda...

Hadley arrived at school around 7:20, carpooling with some friends she had made over the past month and a half.

"Hey, I've got Math first period..." Hadley looked over to Amanda Jenkins, Varsity goalie for the soccer team and recent best friend.

"Your point?" Hadley asked. Amanda made a face.

"I hate math," Amanda grumbled. Hadley laughed.

"Guys, if you just applied yourselves once in a while-" Melanie started. Both Hadley and Amanda just shook their heads.

"Listen, Mel, you've got the smarts here. Panda and I will apply ourselves to other things- like sports and TV marathons," Hadly replied, dodging a smack in the head from Amanda at the nickname. Mel just rolled her eyes. Melanie was a well-rounded person. She played in tennis tournaments on a regular basis and was a soccer striker; not to mention, she was a brilliant student. Hadley met both Amanda and Melanie at a local park. She saw the two kicking around a soccer ball and asked to join in. From there, they just clicked.

The far-away sounding bell rang. Amanda groaned.

"Curse you math, and your goddam numbers...." With that she was off, trudging up the steps of the school. Mel shook Hadley's shoulder.

"I gotta run too. I've got History. Catch ya later, Hadley!" And Melanie was running up the steps too. Hadley sighed. She entered the school with a brief trip through the metal detectors. Checking her schedule, Hadley found her way to Mr. William's Honors Biology class. The only reason she had made it into the Honors class was due to the fact that she had taken Biology as a freshman last year...

Thinking about the previous year sent shivers down Hadley's back. That old dread that was rooted deep inside her found its way to the surface. She could see his evil face, sneering at her. Hadley shook herself. It was over. She had gotten out. Mr. Williams put on a movie about Charles Darwin, and Hadley focused on that. Roughly two minutes after the movie began, a girl entered the classroom. Mr. Williams identified her as Millicent Laurence, to which she corrected him.

"Millie" took the empty seat beside Hadley, and fixed her eyes on the screen at the front of the room. Hadley looked over at her. Blonde, slim... but there was something athletic about her. When you yourself are an athlete, you learn to tell who is and who isn't. This girl possessed that natural grace. Hadley always got along with fellow "jocks", so she nudged Millie with her elbow.

"Hey. I'm Hadley. Nice to meet you," Hadley whispered.

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Glancing up again, Ember gave a soft smile as she got her schedule from the same person Chloe did. It was an older women -emphasis on 'older'- then seemed rather cynical. Ember didn't really give her much more then the smile, before turning back to Chloe. "Drama." She told her in a deep, dramatic tone, followed by a light, almost childish giggle. The girl really did hope that Chloe could make a good friend for her, and maybe someone who could even listen to her story about her abusive father. She seemed like a really nice person. Running a hand through her honey brown hair, she smiled and leaned back onto her heels, but jumped and covered her face with ehr arms when she heard the loud bell. Slowly she relaxed, and her cheeks turned pink as she looked back at Chloe embarrassedly. "Do you know where Drama class is?" She asked, tilting her head slightly without really even noticing it.

Part of Chloe reminded her of her mom, who she only dimly remembered. Her mom had been a kind, misunderstood women. She had been young when she had Ember, at age 18. Her mom would always be telling her how much she loved her, and it didn't matter how old she was when she had her. She had taught Ember to be humble and loving, never taking anything for granted. Even now she missed her mom so much, and wished her mom could hug her now, and tell her that everything was fine. Even if ti wasn't.

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Chloe smiled, and was happy to hear that she shared the same first class with Ember.
"Drama," she repeated, echoing the girl's previous humorous tone. The bell rang then, and she figured she'd better get to class. "Yeah, I remember it from last year. Off we go then," she took the lead, exiting thte office. The hallways were finally thinning out. That was good and bad. Good because she could get to class faster, bad because that meant classes were already beginning. "Let's go!" she muttered to herself, moving at a fairly quick pace. She didn't dare go faster...

Upon arrival at the right door she opened the brass handle and entered the room with a flourish. She smiled.. this was where she was happiest. The teacher grinned at her, waving enthusiastically.
"Thank you for joining us, Miss Haveryn," Mr. Donovan announced this grandly, as if she'd won the lottery. He gestured at a seat. She noticed his eyes flicker onto her stomach as she sat down before moving away. Ember had followed her, and the teacher greeted her too.

Mr. Donovan was rather.. odd to many. Sometimes called crazy. But he got the job done and he did it well, so he'd earned Chloe's respect early on. Besides, he was just the guy who managed to channel his emotion into creativity and productivity.
There we're no desks in the classroom, so the heavily pregnant girl leaned back and tried to be comfortable. As Mr. Donovan went on about what they'd be learning this year, how they were going to pull it off, and mentioned something about wigs and their many uses. Awkward, she thought to herself, mentally snickering as she looked on at a guy who's cheeks were reddening at wig-use-number 3.
Chloe loved this class, had taken drama last year as well. To say the least, she'd changed and challenged life with a new outlook. Thank god for that, he girl needed all the support she needed.

"So everyone!" Mr. Donovan smiled proudly. "I see there's no time to waste. We'll start with something easy..
Improvisations! Someone, volunteer and be an old woman attempting to buy oranges at a hardware store."
He looked around. Chloe kept her hand down, wanting to wait for something more fun and or challenging. His gaze seemed to settle on Ember.

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"Oh, Mr. Wilde? They changed your first period to English with Mr. Harold. I'll see you in Fourth Period, Beauregard." Mrs. Landings stretched out the horrible name, giggling imersed the room immediately as the d syllable was off the teacher's tongue and into the air of the Pre-Cal classroom. He grabbed his backpack, saluting at Asher and Mrs. Landings before sauntering out of the of the room with his small backpack pulled onto his shoulder. He looked down at his schedule in frustration, a small grimace taking over his facial features. His whole schedule was disordered, leaving him clueless. He saw the four numbers for the room, and made his way up the stairs. He found the room, knocking before a friend of his opened the door. He smirked at her, moving into the sight of the dilute teacher. "Um, I got my schedule changed. I used to be in your Fourth Block." Beau answered the confusion on his face.

"Ah, Mister Beaure-" "It's Beau, please." Beau tried to interrupt politely, but it just came out mean and disrespectful. The teacher eyed him sternly, telling him to take the free seat. The only spot available was next to the kid earlier, Steve? "You're Steve, right?" Beau asked as the teacher continued. He surveyed the boy in his periphrial vision, his hadns focused on keeping the book straight in his hands.

He seemed the musician type, the Beatles t-shirt plus the way his hair was messy. He was paying attention to the book, which he would probably be reading the next time Sam dragged him out of the apartment to get his Child Support, and wait for his parents to stop fighting reading to Belle or Chance. He understood more than kids his age, and was labelled a nerd for skipping a grade. Chance would be graduating at sixteen, but that was ten years away. He loved when Beau would read to him, and he had liked Animal Farm when Beau reread it to him. Then there was Amy, his little princess and the only girl truly in his life.

Millie was paying close attention, a pad of notes on her desk, when the girl next to her introduced herself as Hadley. She liked the name, it had back bone yet was feminine at the same time. Like Hadley herself. "Um, I'm Millie." She replied softly, her head down in her notes as she listened to the sounds of the video.

She looked over at the girl for a moment, returning to her notes. She wasn't really allowed to have friends over, so why have friends anyways? She had her dancing sisters, and her older brother, and dancing.

Dancing. Just the mere thought brought a bright smile to her lips. Spinning with a flowy dress, a dark tune running through your ears as you flow through the motions with grace and fluency. It took a lot to immerse yourself into the music, but hen it happened there was nothing that stopped the dancing from flowing from your limbs. She was currently working on perfecting her solo dance, but it wasn't getting there. She would've talked more to Hadley, but she was only at the school for her diploma. Then she could dance until she became older and start to teach other girls. But not the way her teacher taught. No. She would respect them and make sure they had the confidence she never had. Maybe by then she'd be a better dancer.

She tried to focus on the video, but her mind kept wandering to the dance. What if she didn't do it right? Her first routine consisted of mostly dance technique and the one she had to perfect the most. This routine was new and created by herself and Uncle Ronnie. Just the mere thought of his name would make Millie's cheek burn. She wondered what the problems she'd heard about were at this school. Were there gangs, drugs, divorce, abuse, pregnancy? She wondered then if Hadley had any problems. Millie pulled her thoughts away from that, moving on to her second routine, which consisted of aerobatics and tricks mostly. It was her favorite and the solo dances she did at the show as The Red Countess. With her favorite costume and crazy hair and red lipstick. If she ever were to make any friends, she would surely want to show them the routine. Once she perfected it of course.

Then there was her third and final dance as a main dancer, her duet with her brother. Every time they were in rehearsal, since his brother would not stay with her to practice, she would practice until he dropped. She would continue on until someone would literally drag her by the waist out of the studio and into her bed. Sasha would watch her until she fell asleep. Roomates.

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Ember followed Chloe closely, as if not wanting to be left behind. The teacher, Mr. Donavan, was. . .odd to say the least. She sat down next to Chloe, watching the teacher curiously until her mentioned what they would be starting on, and his eyes paused on her. The little part of her brain that was stuck on making other people happy pipped up then, raising her hand for her. "If you'd like, I could try." She said softly, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "Ah! Perfect Miss. . " "Ember. Ember Bell." Sighing slightly, she stood up, as he waved her forward. "Come! Come! Show us what you've got." AS he stood back, she came forward and faced the class, standing on her toes for a second before rocking back onto her heels.

Ember bent forward slightly, put her casted hand on her back, and held her good hand out and shook it slightly as if shakily holding a cane. Furrowing her brow and jutting forward her jaw, she scowled. "Where are the oranges? I smell oranges! Just give me mah ooooranges! I'll . . . i'll goo get my graaandson to give you a good talking to! Then you'll learn to reshpect your elders!" Ember said in a raspy, cracked voice. While she talked, she brought her hand up and down as if hitting the ground with her cane. "Just. . . .give me the oranges!!!" She said against, the raspy voice getting lower with anger.

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"Now, let's look at the life of George Orwell. 'George Orwell' was a pen name. His true name was Eric Arthur Blair. He was very in tune with social injustice, and-"

"Mr. Harold?" A girl raised her hand and gestured to the door. In the window was the face of the kid Steven had seen earlier. Beau. With a nod from Mr. Harold, the girl stood up and let him in.

"Um, I got my schedule changed. I used to be in your Fourth Block," Beau explained to the confused Mr. Harold. Something seemed to click in the English teacher's head, and he nodded vehemently.

"Ah, Mister Beaure-"

"It's Beau, please." Mr. Harold's eyes narrowed a bit, and he took a step back.

"Yes, well, please take that seat in the back," Mr. Harold muttered. Steven couldn't really process how someone could be both annoyed and afraid of one's students... Beau sat down at the desk beside Steven, and looked at him.

"You're Steve, right?" Beau inquired. Mr. Harold was already off again, detailing in the biography of Eric Arthur Blair.

"Uh, yeah, I'm Steven," he replied, emphasizing the "en" at the end of his name. He hated being called "Steve".

"So... schedule issues?" he asked quietly, fiddling with his pen.
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"Um, I'm Millie." The introduction was short and soft, Millie immediately looking back down at her notes. Hadley just stared at her. Shy? Or maybe girls like her didn't want to associate themselves with Hadley. Millie seemed more like a girly girl, with her perfect blonde hair and skirt. Hadley herself was knee-length athletic shorts, a plain grey t-shirt, and a University of Washington sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off. Not exactly glamourous. Hadley resumed studying Millie. She was smiling to herself, her mind clearly away from the movie. The adventures of Charles Darwin on the Galapagos Islands weren't exactly the pinnacle of amusement.

"So, what sport do you play? I know another athlete when I see one." Hadley lightly punched Millie in the arm, grinning.

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Junie sat in history intrigued by all the animals, in the video "Aww I want a sea lion", she said quietly as one waddled right over to a tourist.

She got a weird looks from people around her but she didn't care, she was used to it. She was a freak, oddball, a NuckleHead McSpazatron, Nerd but that was okay with her it was getter than being just Junie.

She noticed Hadley, the extreme tomboy always reminded her of Peppermint Patty in the Charlie Brown cartoons for some reason, and the new girl what was it Millie . She decided not to worry about it to much and turned her attention back to the Charles Darwin show. "Ooo iguanas!".

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Wyatt, was in English and bored out of his mind as Mr. Harold went on about some dude that was a writer.

He sighed, why did all History and English teachers have the same monotone "Ben Stein", esque voice that put you right to sleep.

They must put that down as a requirement when they hire theses guys, "Must talks so slow and uninteresting that your students fall asleep", he thought to himself.

Then Beau came in Wyatt thought he was pretty cool but they weren't in the same "financial" bracket so he kept his mouth shut.

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Millie pulled at her lacy fingerless gloves, about to return her attention to the lined paper almost covered in slighty smudged words when Hadley asked what sport she played. A bright smile was pulled onto her lips with the thought of her favorite thing. "They don't have a team here, but I am on a international dance troupe. I also hike and box with my sister Maria." Millie informed her, always referring to her fellow dancers as sisters, since they were so close. She looked at her left hand, the cuplrit of the ink smudges caught in her pinky. She frowned, turning to her tote bag for a clean wipe. She always had one at handy to clean off her pinky, since she was a lefty. She wasn't a germaphobe, living with six guys and seven girls, but having smudges on her hand always had a special way of irking her into buying some clean wipes. "Have a nice day." Mr. Williams told them, confusing Millie. The be- not even ten seconds after he'd told the class to have a nice day, the shrill shriek of the bell wiped any thoughts from her mind. She grabbed her tote, tensing as the others pushed past her. Mr. Williams must've noticed it, because he called her over.

"Hey Hallie, if you have gym can you wait?" Millie asked sheepishly, her fingers tapping against the old wooden desk in sync with her Mario converse. "Miss Laurence, Principal Davis informed me you haven't gone to school before, a tutor of sort? Anyway, do you need a buddy to make sure you don't get lost?" Mr. Williams asked, smiling genuinely.

"Thank you Mr. Williams, but if Hadley isn't going into my class I think I can find my way around." She replied, turning on her heel and meeting the other girl in the doorway. She remained silent until they finally got to the gymnasium. She went into the locker room, the other girls already changing into their custom gym uniform.

Since every student paid the five dollar fee to buy their uniform, most of them actually did design them.

Millie had cropped her oversized navy-blue t-shirt with the school logo right the chest area, pushing it loosely off her left shoulder to reveal her whtie bra strap and her thick tank top strap. Before pulling her blonde hair into a loose bun and adding her black hippy band, she pulled on the tight navy blue sophies and the sleek black tennis shoes. She pulled on her favorite white fingerless gloves, the ones she used for boxing. Gametime.

Beau made sure Steven got to his next class, slipping slowly from the room and out into the hallway with the old hall pass. He always skipped his second block, he did every year on the first day. He walked around the school and see if anything changed. He walked into the main bathroom, smiling at the face in the window. It was his gang buddy Skid, giving him the black backpack he needed. He had the tattoo to prove exactly why he needed these. He moved the bag into the hiding place he found last year, making sure no one was looking. He pulled out the pistol, sliding it carefully into his leather jacket, making sure it didn't buldge. He would be screwed if t did. He also grabbed the switchblade, stuffing it into his jacket before closing the hidden door and making his way out of the bathroom in the quickest manner he could.hen the cold metal of a switchblade was brought to his neck as the gangster shoved him against the wall. "You got Drequan's money, bitch?" Jay snarled, already searching the black-haired boy's jacket.

"You really though you could defend yourself, kid?" The question had a hint of sympathy and care, as if the older white teenager cared for the latter. Bealooked at Jay with an eyeful of fear, rage, and defiance. "You ain't goin' to get far if you fight back, C. You should know that by now." Jay growled, giving the boy a few bruises before shoving him back to his class.

How could Drequan find him?

He didn't mean to be forced into a gang, he was just a bitch when he was drunk. He tried his best to pay attention to the teacher, but all he could think about was how Drequan could definitely find him. Which confirmed his fears, along with Sam's fears. He was worried, and tried to defend BEau the night of the accident. He didn't up with a tattoo on his lower back and a massive bruise.

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Chloe laughed quietly, smiling. Ember was great, and funny as well.
"Fantastic!" Mr. Donovan smiled approvingly. Once Ember took her seat, he scratched his chin as he goofingly pretended to think of something. "Ahh. You are.. a .. mad scientist, unhappy with his experiment." Chloe raised her hand, but another volunteered first. He did well, though she had some ideas of things she could've said instead.
"Good job. How about you're on a sinking ship, and you're convincing a man to let you get on the lifeboat instead of him.."
This one was noticeably darker. Chloe stood, even though not many hands were raised. "I'll go."
Mr. Donovan's eyes observed in interest as she went to the front of the room, inhaled, and then burst out as if she were sobbing.
"Please, sir, I'm pregnant! I've got a hus.. husb .. husband at home," she faltered on the word, and she stopped, out of character. She tried to make it seem as if it were planned. "He'll miss m-me, please sir, let me on the boat, my baby is coming soon.." Her hands were on her stomach as she did this, she acted in pain. She really made herself think that she was on a quickly sinking ship as it began to go vertical, then sink into the water altogether. Storm clouds were brewing above her, lightning crackling in the clouds, rain pelting down. The droplets chilled her to the bone; it drenched her clothes, skin, hair.. "Please... "
She then stepped forward, into the lifeboat, and shakily sat in one of the benches on board. She grasped the man's hand, staring into his eyes, and whispered very emotionally "thank you". The last life boat dropped onto the water surface, and she watched him and a few others remain on the boat, huddling together as they prepared for the inevitable.

She straightened, a small smile on her face, bowed and then returned to her chair, beside Ember. The class was silent, blinking after what they'd seen. A kid in the back was whispering to a friend. Mr. Donovan grinned and winked at her before looking back around the room.

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Junie shot up when the bell rang, she decided to get out as quickly as she possibly could on a mission to stop by the school paper office on her way to her next class. She saw the guy that had The Beatles shirt from before with Beau, she gave an awkward look at the pair,"Well that's new", she thought to her self as rummaged through her locker. She looked at the clock in the hallway, "Oh sheep!, I better hurry", she started to make her way to the AV/newspaper room. She saw a sign up list hanging next to the room door and decided she would put her name on it, and then stop by again during her free period. As she made her way to her next class she decided not to rush, it was Calculus she hated math, not that she had a problem with it she just didn't like it. She thought about going and hiding in the school library because teachers never looked for skipping students there.

But as she was wandering the school she came past the main boys bathroom, Beau was getting shoved around by some jerkwad gang member named Jay, she thought maybe her weird awkwardness might help. "Heyah Beau whats up I was wondering, what class you have next block", she just calmly walked next to him and Jay. "I thought maybe if we have the same one we could walk there together", she smiled at Jay "You can come too if you like?", kill them with kindness she thought to herself. If she acted innocent and naive to what was going on Beau might not end up shoved in a locker or worse. She really didn't know Beau all to well but she didn't like to see people get picked on, when they made it to the class Jay seemed like he might back off.