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Damaged

Riverview High School

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a part of Damaged, by Toxica.

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Toxica holds sovereignty over Riverview High School, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Ariana Melize [0] "If you actually knew me we wouldn't be talking right now, instead you would be over there with your friends judging me" -Ariana Melize
Sergio Medina [0] "Grab everything before you like it's about to disappear."
Coralie Murray Eve [0] "If you just go with the flow and add in a little bit of fun everything will turn out in your favor."
Christine Forest [0] Friends are family and a family sticks together
Desmond Cornelias Kirkland [0] If you sing loud and clear someone passing by will surely hear you. No, you can't be afraid, if you ever want somebody near you.
Byrne Bruadair [0] Count the shadows...
Athena Evers [0] It's just my humble opinion but it's one that I believe in, you don't deserve a point of view If the only thing you see is you

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The cold and silent night blanketed River city and the sleeping bodies that lie within their beds continued with their slumber completely unaware of the one soul that screamed in the middle of the night. That one soul screamed for help from the pain that lived deep within itself, but that soul went unheard, because like all spiritual things it's unknown, unseen... unheard. After hour after hour of it's tormented screams the soul grow silent as the morning sun creep up from the horizon bringing in the morning along with the calm and joyful souls as the one miserable soul soon falls asleep. (Your first post will be your character waking up in the morning and preparing for school)


Warning: This RP is extremely depressing due to sad events and horrific outcomes. Continue on your own digression.


Ariana


Ariana lied idle in her bed with a calm and slow breathing that signified her unconsciousness as her alarm clock crawled its way to 7:00 a.m. A small bird landed on one of the two window sills in her room and peered inside Ariana's room. It glanced from the white walls decorated with flowers, to the cabinet that held half her clothes with with her pampering items lying on top of it, to her closed bathroom door with a calender nailed on it, to her opened closet that held the other half of her clothing, and finally to Ariana as she laid in her overwhelming bed and bed curtains. Before the bird could peer at one more thing Ariana stirred in her sleep causing the bird to fly away from fright. Ariana was subconsciously getting comfortable on her back when her alarm clock went off and she jerked herself up.

"Ugh" She mumbled as she gave a slow and sleep look around of her room then to the alarm clock, she ran her hand through her messy hair before getting out of bed and decided to take a shower. She tapped on her alarm clock to cease the noise as she walked past it and headed to her bathroom. She took her quick hot shower, once she was done she went through her routine of getting ready for school which was brush teeth, cleanse face, dry hair, place hair into a ponytail, air dry, place on matching undergarments, place on clean clothes, and finally walk out her bedroom into the no longer quiet hallway. Her younger sister was in the middle of the hallway chatting on her personal cell phone as she paced up and down the hallway. Ariana rubbed her head as she walked past her and headed down the stairs to where another noise was coming from, a noise that scarred her to the bone and yet she could do not hide from it.

Turning the corner entering the kitchen she was in her father's presence as he made himself a cup of coffee while setting breakfast on two plates for his two daughters. Ariana's walk slowed as he looked up at her and gave her a smile, she simply gave him a small smile and walked over to her plate only to gaze down at the pancakes, bacon, eggs, and orange juice. "Good morning, ready for school?" Her father asked as he walked over to her and ran his fingers through her cheek. "Um, yeah, thanks for breakfast" She said as she stole small glances at him, she noticed he had a smile on and it had nothing wrong with it from the people outside the family but within the family it was a smile only the Devil gave. "Good, so you'll have some breakfast?" He asked as he stepped over to his coffee, Ariana was glad he had his back turned to her. "Actually, I'm not hungry and I need to get to school early," She answered as she backed out of the kitchen and before he could turn to her she had her back to him and left the kitchen and went straight to the front door "see you later Rei" and with that she was out the door.

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Byrne frowned, muttering darkly as he woke up and rolled over. Beep. Beep. Beep. "Argh. You stupid alarm clock, I get the point! Feck off!" he growled, fumbling to grab the clock before he accidentally rolled straight out of bed. "Feck... Damned alarm clock," he snarled, hitting the off button on the dinosaur alarm clock he had found at a yard sale at least ten years ago. He then ran his fingers through his dirtied hair, staggering into his closet and digging through the stacks of clothing he had piled on the floor. Finally, he pulled out a pair of jeans and a black Beatles t-shirt. After throwing his clothes on, he went to the bathroom. Being who he was, he simply filled the sink with water and dunked his head in rather than actually taking a shower.

A few minutes later, he was downstairs. "Morning," he muttered to his mother, sitting down at the table and watching the news. As he did so, he propped his feet up on the table, folding his arms.

"Morning. Honey, feet off the table," his mother said, shoving his feet off of the tabletop before she set his bacon and toast down. "Now eat up. Let's not have another physical education class end with you fainting because you forgot to eat."

"I don't faint, Mum," Byrne said, smirking. "I pass out. It sounds better."

"Well, let's not have you keel over again! It was a damned good thing you weren't in the stadium then! You probably would have busted you head open. Then all your brain would spill out!" his mother retorted.

Byrne frowned, spitting out his scrambled eggs. "That was not the right thing to say while I was eating that," he laughed, finishing off his bacon before getting to his feet. He then grabbed his bag and opened the door. "Either way, see you later. Unless the school gets abducted or something like that," he called to his mother, running down the street to catch the bus.

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Desmond was quietly lying in his bed. His breathing was slow and steady and his eyes were closed. There was a sudden blast of music that rang out in his room, shattering the peaceful silence and causing him to awaken. Bright, emerald colored eyes opened, drowsily staring the wall next to his bed. He slowly sat up, covering falling off of his upper body and pooling around his waist on the bed. He groaned loudly, wanting to fall back asleep. He looked over at his iPod dock system, which was now playing the song, 'La camisa negra', he had set for his iPod alarm to play once it came time. He reached over, thinking about yanking his iPod off the stand before deciding it would keep him more awake to have it on while he got ready. He rose from the bed, clad in dark blue boxers. As he went over to his closet, he pulled out some clothes for school. He folded them and carried them to the bathroom.

He set his clothes on the sink counter. He went to the shower, turning it on. The water burst from the shower head, cold at first, but quickly warming until it was steaming. He undressed and stepped under the shower head. Feeling how hot the water was, he couldn't help but hold back a small yelp - he hadn't intended to make it this hot. At this point, he didn't even care, blaming it on being so sleepy when he awoke. He quickly showered and then stepped out, drying himself off and redressing in the clothes he had laid out for the day. He kept the towel around his neck so it caught the droplets of water falling from his wet hair.

Fully dressed, he went to the door of his younger brothers. He knocked on the door. "Zeke! Steph! It's time to get up!" he said. He walked his brothers and sisters to school every day, his parents not wanting to wake up unless they had to, plus Desmond had to go anyway, why not have him get up and take them to school early? There were sounds of complaints from inside, but Desmond immediately silenced them. "I'll make you all some waffles." he offered, smiling to himself. Suddenly, their complaints turned to encouragement to one another to get up and get dressed. Now, was the hard part. He went to his sister's door. He knocked on it. "Liz! Em! Time to get up!" Immediately, there was loud complaining and whining. He laughed nervously to himself. "Mom and dad will be mad if you guys are late." he said. "Not at all! They'll be mad at you! It's not my problem!" he heard his oldest sister yell. He sighed at Elizabeth's attitude so early in the morning, but his smile remained. "Come on, you don't hate me that much." "I do!" he chuckled. "Alright. Then i suppose you would never want breakfast made by someone you hate." Suddenly, he heard his baby sister's voice, urging Elizabeth to go on and get up so they could have food. It always stunned him how energetic and positive Emily was a her age. She was agreeable, kind, and generally wasn't too loud and complacent with a lot of things.

Desmond made his way to his room, yanking his iPod from the dock and plugging in the headphones. He wound the cord around his iPod and stuffed it into his pocket. He rushed downstairs, starting to make breakfast for all his siblings. He took out some frozen waffles from the fridge and put four in their large toaster. He pushed the plunger-switch down and started to get out plates, forks, and butter - While he was at it, he got napkins. A short while later, the twin boys ran downstairs. Their short black hair was still messy, but their green eyes were full of life - life brought to them by the promise of waffles. Desmond set their buttered waffles in front of them before standing behind them and combing through their hand with his hands. "When you wake up, you should do your hair." "Okay, Des." Ezekiel replied. His twin's reply was much different. "No! Make me!" Desmond sighed. "Well... I suppose i can do this for a while." he said, referring to combing down their hair with his fingers - which he did each morning, might he add. As more waffles came up, he put them on plates and quickly buttered them, setting them on the other side of the table.

The two girls came down a moment later. Emily plodded over and climbed up into her chair, pulling the plate down to eat it better. Emily had short, curly brown hair and bright blue eyes. Desmond laughed slightly as his sister messily ate her waffle. He turned to Elizabeth, who munched on her waffle. "How is it?" he asked, smiling. Elizabeth looked up. "It's gross, you ass." Desmond laughed nervously, putting his hands up. "Easy, liz. I know you hate mornings, but please, watch your language." "I'm sixteen, stupid." "You're only sixteen." he added. Elizabeth 'hmph'ed, going back to eating, curling straight black strands of hair around her finger and not looking at him - blue eyes focused on her waffle.

As the younger kids finished eating, they got their backpacks from their rooms - save for Elizabeth, who had already put hers on. Desmond waited by the door, a waffle in his hand as he munched on it. He didn't have much of an appetite, only having eaten half of the only waffle he had made himself, which he was currently holding. As they came back down, ready to leave, he opened the door for them. As they ran out, Desmond followed. "Hey! Careful!" he said, voice only slightly louder - he didn't want to wake any sleeping neighbors. Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Whatever." There was a short pause as they all started walking. "Des?" "Yeah, liz?" "Why don't i go to the same school as you?" Desmond thought a moment. "Actually... That's a good question. I don't know, ask mom or dad." With that, most conversation ended. Desmond and his siblings headed towards the nearby elementary school to drop off the younger kids before Elizabeth and Desmond parted ways - Desmond heading towards his high school.

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Sergio was awakened by the shrill beeping of his phone and he fidgeted irritably under his pillow to find the squeaking electronic device. He pushed a random button and the noise stopped, leaving him in total silence. It was still dark in his room but he could see the first signs of light beginning to penetrate his curtains and giving the room an eerie feeling. He felt wiped out, his body was stiff and his mind was sluggish as he looked around the room briefly before throwing his legs off the side of the bed. He sat there for several minutes as his brain awoke, debating whether he should go jogging today. He did so every morning but today was different. His body didn't feel like his own. Was it the previous day's training? That must be it. he thought to himself. He'd been pushing himself extra hard lately and was sleeping a lot less than he usually did. He stood up slowly and made his way out his small room, turned left and pushed open the door to the bathroom. Once there he took a quick shower to wake himself up and jumped out only to find he'd forgotten his towel. He gathered all his clothes and pressed them against his groin as he scampered into the hallway and back into his room.

"Kün is that you?" He heard as he was about to close the door. Opening it slightly he stuck his head out the corridor, seeing his mother out of bed already.

"It's always me mamá."

"Oh, you're up early today. I'm going back to sleep. Try to keep it down okay." She didn't wait for his reply as she disappeared into the darkness of the corridor and subsequently her own room. Sergio closed the door and quickly changed into a pair of dark blue jeans with a white tee, on top of which he wore a red Liverpool FC sweater. He walked over to his curtains and slowly drew them open letting the early morning light enter his room. Slipping on his bedroom slippers he began to clean, starting with his room and eventually moving out into the hallway, the bathroom, kitchen and finally the living room. By the time he was done he glanced at the time on a wall mounted clock above the dimly lit image of Mary, mother of Jesus. There was still time to make breakfast. He proceeded into the kitchen and spent the next 45 minutes preparing a simple breakfast of scrambled eggs, beans, canned pork and toast. He set his own plate at the small kitchen table, leaving his mother's portion in the oven to stay warm. He quickly gulped down the meal as he sat in silence, the only sound in the entire flat being the light clinking of a metal fork on his plate. When he was done he washed up the dishes swiftly and proceeded back upstairs to gather his school things. He had so much time this morning because of not going out to jog and he considered walking to school rather than taking the bus today. After collecting his books and kit for the day he proceeded to the living room and grabbed one of two sets of keys to him home.

"Mamá, I'm leaving!" He shouted as he unlocked the front door. There was a rapid succession of padded footsteps as Sergio's mother appeared behind him.

"Take care." She said half sleepy but 100% genuine as she licked the palm of her hand and attempted to straighten out his hair.

"Mamá, please!" He said as he dodged the attempt and darted out the door, irritated but feeling loved and needed. He smiled as he descended the long flight of steps to the ground floor where he was greeted by the guard, who simply touched his hat as Sergio walked out into the morning sun. It was a beautiful day out and he still had plenty of time to spare. Throwing his satchel over one shoulder he strode down the busy street with every other pedestrian in River City.

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Christine
"Levez vous, Madamoiselle!" a familiar french voice said. Christine sat up in bed and stretched. Isabel, the young maid from France awoke the girl. Christine lived in a beautiful mansion. Her guardian was very rich, but never spoke to her. She sees her aunt ever morning for a second, and occasionally on the weekends. She couldn't even rembember her aunt's name. She simply called her "Aunty."

"Good morning, Isabel," Christing said. She was dressed into a jean skirt and green top that said something in French. Isabel had got it for her when she went to visit her family in France. She put in diamond earrings and black Converse. Isabel did her hair and make-up then went downstairs to prepare Christine's breakfast.

For breakfast, Christine had steak and eggs with orange juice, toast, and fruit salad. It was a large breakfast and there was no way she would eat it all. But she guessed that's what being rich was about. Having things that she wanted and needed.

She ate quickly and then went outside to a what seemed like a large shed. Inside was a small white goat. When she was ten, she had asked for a pet. Instead of a dog or a cat or anything like that, Aunty had gotten her a goat. She named the goat Milkyway and loved her ever since. Now, she took the goat out of the stable and let it run around. Isabel watched her while Christine was at school.

Christine walked into the house again and grabbed her school bag and purse. She made herself a latte before leaving.

"Yip! Yip!" came a squeaky bark. Angel, the little fluffy designer dog that Christine bought herself last summer, barked and climbed into a fancy dog carrier bag that was made for little dogs to be carried around in. Angel knew the routine!

"Good girl!" Christine cooed. She grapped her school bag, latte, and dog. She then opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. She got into her red convertable and and put Angel in the passenger's seat. She put on her sunglasses and black cowboy hat and drove to school.

When she got there, she left the top of her ca up. She had a fan that she turned on for Angel. She had two bowls in the back seat. She filled one with water and the other with food. Angel liked to stay in the car. No one ever cared. Sometimes, students would come out and give Angel little treats and pet her. She didn't know if what she was doing was illegal, but Angel was so happy that nothing ever happened to her.

Christine now sat on the hood of the car and waited for her boyfriend, Byrne, to arrive on the bus. Angel seemed impatient, too, as she loved Byrne.

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Coralie
Cora woke up almost instantaneously, her eyelids only fluttering with a moments delay before she woke herself up. It wasn't anything odd for her, she had been waking up at the same time every day for practically her whole life. Some would say that it was simply to be by herself in the morning, leaving before her parents really had much of a chance to wake up and she would just agree. She shuffled awkwardly out of her bed, her feet landing on the strangely cold floor and she shivered for a second before lifting herself up; all the while keeping her eyes downcast. She headed to the bathroom, careful not to make any noise and shut the door, smiling as she heard the satisfying click as it was locked. She turned the shower on, watching as the water started falling from the head of the shower. She quickly stripped and headed under it, sighed a satisfactory sigh when the warm body assaulted her body.

She washed quickly, scrubbing her skin lightly and washing her hair swiftly before she turned the shower off and wrapped a towel around her for a second. She padded down the small hallway and turned into her room, opening her drawers and grabbing her clothes, slipping them on rather quickly. It seemed to be a pattern this morning; Coralie really wasn't in much of a mood to linger around her house this morning. She wanted to be outside and with a peek out of her window, the outside proved to be beautiful. She grimaced and looked down at her clothes, a washed out, grey long sleeve top with a pair of black skinny jeans. She shook the grimace from her face and looked around her room for a moment, trying to find her wallet, bag and ipod. After only a few minutes of rather fruitless searching she found her bag. She unzipped it quietly, letting the teeth go one by one to minimize the noise and peeked inside the bag, seeking out her wallet, ipod and now key. She smiled when she found them and left her room, not bothering to zip her bag back up, she would just do that outside.

And that she did, the second she got outside the apartment she locked the door and then zipped her bag back up, making her way to the local McDonalds where she knew she could catch a quick meal. She walked out of the empty building; she just assumed that people didn't like waking up early like her. It didn't really matter; being alone wasn't always that bad. She was more of a social person when she was at school; surrounded by people that possibly cared about her and was usually always happy. It was just how Cora was, she enjoyed the company of others and had, for that sole reason, always wished that she had siblings/ But at the same time, she was rather happy that she didn't.

She peeked up and noticed that she had been walking hastily and she was already at thee McDonalds. She had a feeling that she would be in this quick rut all day but didn't seem to have much of a problem. She walked in and ordered a breakfast sandwich and sat down at a table in the corner, pulling up the book that they were reading in English right now. She wasn't exactly a fan of Shakespeare but she had to admit that Macbeth wasn't a bad book. A little bit intriguing too, if she could say so herself. She flipped through the pages, reading uncharacteristically slow for once, absently mindedly munching on her sandwich. At least it would delay a bit more time so she wouldn't have to wait at the bus forever.

Although, sadly, nothing could really last forever and she was soon finished. She slipped the book back in her bag and slipped out of the fast food joint, ignoring the buzz of people around her and made way to her bus stop, it would come soon enough she vaguely hoped.

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Schedule

First Period: Spanish II
Second Period: English IV
Third Period: Trigonometry
Fourth Period: Physical Fitness
Fifth Period: American Government
Sixth Period: Anatomy

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Evania sighed, having woken up over an hour earlier than planned. She lie there for a few moments, hoping desperately to dose off again, but it was a useless endeavor. Rolling out of bed, she slipped on a pair of jeans and a blouse and paid a visit to the living room. She retrieved a book she had left there the night before. Then, walked cautiously back into her room, she sat down and began to read.

Finishing the book, she hesitantly looked over at her clock. Seeing that she'd only wasted a half an hour, she decided that she would sneak out a bit earlier than usual. Was there anything else to do? Knowing the answer was no, she thought about the possibility of eating breakfast... for once. Finished up her hair, she went to retrieve bottled water and a cheese stick, and found her brother already there, shoveling cereal into his mouth as speeds that should not have been possible.

"What the heck are you doin' here?!"

"I coud ashk ou teh shame ting," he replied, his mouth full of Corn Flakes.

"Nevermind... uh, are you planning on returning to bed?" She was hopeful.

"Nope!"

Evania's eyes flashed in agitation. She was tired, and now her emotions were a mess. "Fine!" She yelled, leaving her poor brother their as stunned as could be. She ran back to her room and slammed her door, to retire to an old and hazardess routine with which she shared a curious relationship of relief and disgust.

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"Where do you think he could be?" Christine asked Angel.

Angel yipped in response.

"The bus is probably late agian. I told him that I would drive him," she sighed and shook her head. Finally a few busses started pulling up. She stood up straight and looked eagerly for Bryne or any of her friends.

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Byrne frowned, muttering darkly as he stumbled after the bus. "No! Dammit, you scatterbrained git of a bus driver!" he roared, chasing the moving bus down. Again, he had managed to miss the bus. "Shit!" he moaned, running his fingers through his hair. After some thought, he went back home, pulling his bike from where it was jammed in the garage corner. After strapping on his helmet, he got on. Damn, I hope I still remember how to do this... he thought. After all, he wasn't exactly one for the outdoors. Much less a person who constantly rode his bike. As he made his way to school, he managed to barely avoid being run over at least five times. Finally, he pulled into the parking lot, tying the bike to the bike rack before looking around. According to his watch, he was only five minutes later than his normal time...

Finally, he noticed Christine. With a weak smile, he wandered over. "Sorry. I missed the bus again. I think the bus driver just hates me," he muttered, pulling a treat from his pocket and handing it to Angel. After this, he folded his arms, leaning back against the lamppost behind him. After a moment, he looked down at his iPod. The song playing was Can't Buy Me Love by The Beatles. With a shrug, he changed the song to Master of Puppets by Metallica. "Anyway... I'm guessing you drove here?" he said absent-mindedly.

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Christine sighed. "Of course I drove here. Aunty won't let me take the bus," she shook her head, "I offered to drive you," she said. She was mad at him for always missing the bus. She lived literally two minutes away from him. It was almost annoying to her.

"Yip! Yip, yip!" Angel barked happily. She jumped out of the car and began to jump at Bryne's legs for him to pick her up.

Christines scowl turned to a smile as she laughed at Angel. "Are you sure it's not my dog you're dating?" she asked jokingly.

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Desmond made his way towards the high school. His back was straight and his chin was up, a large smile across his face like usual. When you saw Desmond, it was almost never without a smile - it was like a permanent facial twitch that made him never able to stop smiling, but it was all Desmond himself, not some facial muscle disorder. He had his hands slipped into his pockets as he walked towards the high school. His parents had never trusted him enough to drive a car after he got his full driver's license, in fact, it was occasionally the subject of their jokes, generally able to be recognized with the line 'That's about as likely as Desmond driving!' or 'Like Desmond driving,'. He was a rather good driver actually, and he already had his license. Honestly, it didn't bother Desmond a bit. Being able to get out of the house and stretch your legs, breathe in the fresh air, and take a long stroll around town was just something he enjoyed. Even if he had a car, he'd walk half the time, it was good for you and was better than sitting idly in a large metal box with wheels.

As he neared the high school, he thought for a split second on what his first class was. If he remembered correctly, it was Spanish II. He was pretty good at Spanish actually, he always had time at home to study - Well, minus the time taking care of his siblings, being a sport meets, and going to work. With an out of place shrug, as a reaction to his own thoughts, he turned a corner. From the corner he was currently standing at, he could actually see the high school - Riverview High School. It was different then the school he had gone to in England - Brookstone Academy. If there was one thing he didn't miss though, it was the small white shorts they had to wear for gym class. It was what the much younger kids would usually wear, but this particular academy had decided to continue them to the higher levels. For your last two years, you could wear what you wanted, but until then - They all looked, in reality, like the self-parodies that American films had popularly made them out to be.

He stopped to rest a moment on a small bench across the road from the high school. He leaned back and crossed his legs after putting his backpack next to him. Taking out his book 'Defect' and his iPod, he started to relax a bit before class started. He put one of the earbuds in his left ear and left the other without, just so he could still hear what as going on around him. He started to read while 'Odno i to zhe' played quietly, he didn't like blaring his music loudly into his ears - it damaged his hearing.

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Sergio arrived at school with at least 15 minutes to spare before his Spanish II lesson and even then it wasn't as if he even needed to attend. It was his mother's language and he had become exceedingly fluent even though for him reading spanish was more difficult than it should have been. He mingled through the increasingly crowded halls as he arrived at his locker and swiftly turned the circular dial, freeing the lock after a couple of twists. He opened it and dropped his heavy satchel into it as reviewed his timetable for the day. He was already dreading third and sixth period. Those subjects weren't his strongest and were becoming more and more boring by the week. He withdrew a few text books and a notepad before slamming shut his locker and spinning the dial once for good luck.

As he slowly made his way through the school he greeted a few people along the way, waving his hands excitedly and hoping that out of the mess of faces he saw the one which was by normal standards late today. He hadn't seen Athena at all today, she was usually around the same time he arrived. Perhaps she was already at the class? He quickened his step as the class finally came into view but as he put a hand on the door handle he felt a firm hand grip his shoulder from behind,

"Hey Sergio, you coming to training today?" Sergio turned to see a tall lanky blonde haired boy looking down at him. He was one of the defenders from their soccer team and even though he was still a junior his height was abnormal and Sergio hated talking to him even though he was generally a nice guy, even a little shy.

"Of course I'm gonna be there." An evil grin spread across Sergio's face as he stretched a hand onto the tall boy's shoulder, "Who else is going to dribble you senseless?" The boys laughed softly, his lazy gaze irritating Sergio a bit.

"So I'll see you there." And with that he turned and left, waving a hand to Sergio has his giant frame retreated into the swarm of other students. Sergio had a friendly rivalry with him on the field and despite his appearance as a lazy lanky lurker he was agile fast and tough. He grinned a bit as he entered the classroom, already anticipating the training to come that afternoon.

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Once her brother had left for school, Evania slipped out the front door just before her Dad was scheduled to wake up. Walking to school was never easy, her parent's having chosen to buy a house closer to her brother's school so that he would have "easy access." On the way, she read poetry (Emily Dickenson Selected Poems). When she had tired herself of Dickenson, she sighed. "Dammit. Missed Spanish." Oh well, Spanish had never been her favorite class, but she would be right on time for English... her best and most enjoyable one. Evania had always loved poetry (and most other forms of literature), especially the dark and gloomy stuff that the rest of her family despised so much. Jumping when she heard the school bell ring off to her right, she fell hard to the concrete, realizing that she'd almost walked right past the campus.

Bursting into Mr. Shoepke's room, she arrived right on time to be considered late. Without a note, Mr. Shoepke gave her detention for the day. Droning through Trig, she finally made it to Lunch. Sighing, she dashed to the lunch room, where she waited for the next twenty minutes before recieving the lunch that she never seemed to eat. And finally, sitting down and waiting for Ariana (if she could make it today), she finally felt relief come over her and relax her overwhelmed form.