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Pismo Beach High : School of Drama and Lies

Pismo Beach High : School of Drama and Lies

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Your average highschool, to be frank. The character shape the school, the people inside it maintain the drama that makes it the famed, and infamed, four years of Hell : highschool.

1,812 readers have visited Pismo Beach High : School of Drama and Lies since Saint Bella created it.

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Introduction

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Welcome to Hell, or as we teachers prefer to call it, Pismo Beach High School, Home of the Red Waves.


This isn't a normal highschool, it has drama, deceit, drugs - oh wait, that is the new norm for highschools. The sun beats down on his beach-tredding highschool; the two-floor highschool contains, in no particular order : two football fields, three practice fields, two soccer fields, a baseball diamond, a softball diamond, five tennis courts with their own seating, an Olympian swimming pool, a courtyard in - between the lunchroom and main hall, countless stairs, two elevators, a music hall, large auditorium with a balcony, and an ampitheatre. Aside from the gorgeous campus, drama and fights rule the halls of this school. This time, instead of focusing on the wet-nose freshman or cocky seniors, we'll have everyone in this magic pot of wondrous roleplay. The sophomores who can't wait to be juniors, and the juniors who can't wait to be seniors. All the students here know the Social Ladder, and this is how it works, for the "innocent" freshman :

Upper Class

The "Upper Class" is exactly as it is expertly titled. This group contains Hollister - clad girls obsessed with The Notebook and Titanic, and boys who practice sports in Aeropostale t-shirts. They stick to their own groups for friends, and only stray for classroom duties. They hangout by the Feraris and Lamborginis, chatting away on meaningless gossip.. Another place to find the popular Upper Class is the ampitheatre or the sports fields. Most carry in tinted bottles to hide alcohol from the eye, but not from their breaths. They are the ones in the fmultiple-year classes, like Drama, Chorus, and Real TV, the newscast produced daily by juniors and seniors at the school. They are in the honors classes, with the upperclassmen who couldn't get into them the year before. They are the top-breed.

Middle Class

The "Middle Class" is basically anyone that isn't popular enough to be in Upper Class or geeky enough to be in lower class. This ranges from your wannabe jock to a gossipy drama queen. They can switch groups at any time, having a diverse group of friends at all times. They're the Miss Tidal Wave contestants that win Miss Congieniality. They're the guys who win the school's essay constest. The places to find them are just about anywhere, those most huddle in circles in the Main Hallway or find a classroom to chill in before school: the auditorium, the band hall, the History Teacher's room. They have a range of classes, from honors to tech prep. The teaching cadets, the sluts of the school, the drug dealers, the class clown, they all form the large middle class. They are in between the strays and the pure bred.

Lower Class

The "Lower Class" are the manga-obsessed courtyard kids, the cute nerds that are just too dorky, and the silent loner kids. Ususally, the only people they talk to are each other and the upper classes when they need some homework help. They are always found in the courtyard or in the Science/Math hall. These guys and girls win Science Fairs, Math Competitions, and build robots. They never really clash with the other classes, but are always in the highest honor courses or lowest tech prep classes.

Whether you're a pageant princess from the Upper Class, a teaching teenager in the Middle Class, or a manga maniac from the Lower class, you're still apart of this school. How are you going to make a change for better, or worse?

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For the caracter sheets, I've decided on a new regime. For the snyopsis, put a quote you think your character would say, pertaining to something important in their life. Then, as your "character biography", put an example post of what you would post like in the roleplay, describing an event that is very important in their life. You can also add pictures of your pets, siblings, and even parents if they play an influential role in your character's life. Maybe talk to some other roleplayers, get a friendship already spawning? If you want a spot for a second GM, just write in the OOC to me that you want to spot and we can talk plot and character approval.

The Rules


1. No Godmodding
2. Your posts must be at least two paragraphs, or the sentence count equilavent to.
3. Make sure to interact with other characters, unless they aren't supposed to talk.
4. GM word is law. Don't make me, and if possible my GM - partner, angry.
5. Please don't join just to leave, we're all in this together.
6. Drama's in character, not out of character.
7. RPGateway's Rules
8. Have fun! ^-^

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Remember when they said that what we want could never be done?
When it all comes falling down
We'll do what we want to,
So well do what we want to, Yeah.
Remember when they said that what we want could never be done?
Well look who's laughing now
Well do what we want to
So well do what we want to, Yeah.


"Woman in body, teenager at heart." Antoine chuckled, nudging his wife so she would get up. Portia groaned, slipping off the bed onto the cold mahogany floor. Scratching her hair back into place from her bedhead, she plodded to the shower and, for a minute, just stood there taking in the hot water bouncing off her skin. Brushing her hands through the tangled mess of hair atop her head was the hardest task for her sleepy brain. After hair treatment and body wash, she stepped back out into the icy tundra of her bathroom and took a look at her clock. It was only six. She would be there by seven. Changing into an outfit that was school appropriate and also had a dash of sexy, she had to decline Antoine for a breakfast date of tofu bacon and homemade blueberry waffles. Antoine despised eating meat, so Portia had to oblige to the tofu and manage to not let it come back up. Fortunately, she was late for a morning meeting with a drama 4 on set design for the Haunted House. The Haunted Concert was shared by all the Fine Arts, and they had to start designing if they wanted to finish by October.

Good Morning Students, Welcome back to Pismo Beach High! Remember, Homeroom is this morning for new schedules if anyone lost theirs over the break, and here's Mrs. Sherry for the morning announcements!

"That'll be $5.97, ma'am." Just for a cup of coffee? Portia thought to herself, handing the cashier a crisp five with an extra dollar. After declining the meager three pennies Portia returned to her 1997 Lincoln Continental and continued on with her large cup of Dunkin' Donuts vanilla coffee (with three scoops of icecream and caramel). She stopped by the front office to check for her Set Designer, but the brunette was no where to be seen. "Jenette came in for the keys." The secretary commented with a look at the young teacher's face.

Mrs. Hunt, as she liked to think of herself as to get used to it, thanked her quietly and turned to go to the auditorium. A tall, and sexy god - like - make - your - knees - jiggle, history teacher ran smack - dab into her. They fell opposite of each other, and she blushed profoundly. "Sorry, Mr. Eason." The history teacher met her on her first day, and she had to admit she wouldn't mind a romantic dinner with him. If only she weren't married. That could turn into a potential problem.

Yes, Good Morning. The Back to School Pep Rally is this Friday, make sure to buy your ticket for one dollar. Tickets for the Welcome Back dance are on sale starting Thursday, they are going to be three dollars. Volleyball tryouts are next week, and don't forget, senior dues this year are only fifty dollars! Have a great day students and faculty!

She found her Set Designer, Sing Learson, sitting on the apron of the stage drawing in his sketch book. He turned sheepish as she came to scold him. "Sing Le-" "Sorry I'm late Mrs. Hunt!"

Jesse had woken up late for the meeting Sing invited him to, and didn't have time for his morning shower. He slipped on his Paramore t-shirt with the sad robot and some skinny jeans he sagged just enough, and took off with a sausage buscuit his chef of a mother offered him. He ate it greedily as he sped on in his 1999 Honda Accord; the only car he could afford. He got into his parking space, and brushed against his parking decal. Remembering that he's late. he sped into the auditorium to see the other drama teacher, Mrs. Hunt, about to scold Sing.

"You must be Sing's friend Jesse."

"Uh, yes ma'am."

"Junior."

"You'll be mine next year."

Jesse grinned, and for the next half hour, the three worked on set design. "Are you planning on auditioning for a part, Jesse?" Mrs. Hunt asked as she checked the ruler for a scale. Jesse replied with a yes, just as the clock chimed for eight. "Sorry guys, I have to get ready for class. Go be teenagers, champs."

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"John... John....John get the fuck up." A Circe growled as a male groan followed after it along with the spring of the bed but instead of the male moving like she wanted, he seemed to curl closer, their bare bodies tighter together as he sighed. "I don't want to." He grunted as Circe let out a sigh, she didn't want to either, in fact, she was pretty sure she was running late for school right now but she didn't care. It was her last year there anyway. "Me either but I gotta go or the freakin cops will be here again." She growled, managing to shove John off of her as she sat up and yawned, giving a full stretch despite the fact the the blanket feel from her bare breast. But John wasn't complaining.

"Fine then, Have a good day at school." He said, staring a bit longer before turning over, his messy curly hair peeking out at her as climbed over him to get out of the bed, 'accidentally' hitting him in the back of the head along the way. "Go to work you slacker." She muttered before walking to her bathroom to get ready for the morning, her head beginning to ache, mostly around her temples and the back of her head.

"Another night drinking.." She muttered softly as she stepped over the body of another friend-- Mac -- before shutting the door behind her to the bathroom. She sighed as she started up her shower to the hottest it would go and stood under it. Those two always came over when they were bored, always bringing girls, games, but mostly booze. The worst part of it was that they came over almost everyday. She loved them an all but.. "Damn." She muttered, jumping to turn off the water as the it suddenly ran cold. Had she really been there that long? She shrugged her shoulders and climbed out, just now hearing John and Mac begin to move around the room, probably trying to find their clothes for work.

Quickly, she dried and brushed out her ocean blue hair, spiking it up into a awesome mohawk that showed off the rainbow streaks she added underneath. With a few brushes of makeup, she gave herself smoky dark eyes and soft pink lips before walking out, not bothering to cover herself with a towel. They had all seen each other naked anyway.

"Nice to see you're not dead." She said, referring to Mac considering he drank himself silly until he passed out, hence why he was sleeping in the middle of the floor this morning. Mac only chuckled as he pulled on his shirt and work boots, along with John would was just gathering his bag before walking over to kiss her forehead. She stuck her tongue out at him, she hated when he did that. "Hope you drop something on your foot." She muttered as Mac come over and did the same before they both left, leaving her with crap all over the floor along with a girl mac brought, curled in the corner of her room, sleeping in her beanbag chair.

She grunted and got dressed, pulling on a blood red bra before pulling on a fish net shirt over it and a ripped up tank on top of it. She pulled on her black skinny jeans, the knees and legs torn as she pulled on her boots and put her piercings in before turning to walk out, leaving the girl there. She'd wake up and find her way out by herself. Snatching her keys and phone from the kitchen counter, she walked pass her mothers sleeping form without so much as a glance before leaving out, tugging her backpack onto one shoulder just as she walked out. Then, as an after thought, she made sure to slam the door extra hard to wake up her mother and hopefully, she'd be in pain. She drank as much as Circe did the night before and then some.

"Let's get this freaking day over with"

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At six a.m,a very annoyed Muse woke up to the sound of her english bulldog snd simese cat going at it,like all mornings in her house. She groaned and threw her white pillow at her bully of a dog. "Yank! Shut the hell up and leave yuki alone!" She listened as hr dog started to wimper and run under her queen size bed,she exhaled and now felt bad for harrassing her pet even if he was ticking her off. After a few mintues,her 6'3 mother comes in telling her it's time to get up or she can't take her car. "No,no. It's ok,i'm getting up. No need to drive." She got up with her hands above her let her mother was holding a gun to her. "Alright,i'm up and i'm changing please get out." Her mother rolled her eyes and left her room,closing the double doors behind her. Her dog carefully got out from under her bed and went into her walk in closet with her cat,Yuki not far behind. She rolled her eyes and walked in after the cute little couple,grabbing an outfit she already had picked out. Slipping on her shoes she looked at herself in the mirror an hated what she saw looking back at her. Sh saw a sudicial girl who would have to face her lynch mob today and for the rest of the year. She exhaled deeply and walked out,knowingit was better to just get it over with. But,god would it be hard,that message was up for three days before she deleted her account and in those three days,most of the school saw it and probably couldnt wait to see her again.

Muse rans down their spiral staircase and went in to the kitchen seing her mother and father at the glass table,just waitting for her "Now,Hyoyeon. Sweetie,are you sure you don't want to go to that nice private school." Her father asked her with a concerned look on his face. Muse hated when they used her frist name,mainly because no one could ever say it with out messing up. "Yes,i'm sure now can I go now?" She grabbed the car keys off it's hook and looked at her parents with a raised eyebrow. Her parents walked up to hr giving her a tight hug,she was their only child and they almost lost her. Once they let go they kissed her forenhead before speaking again,"One last thing,ifyou have any problem with those old friends of yours or anyone, just let us know and we'll pick you up. And we set up a date for you and the concilor for after school." She just rolled her eyes,she just got out of therpy sh didn't want to go right bac but they were her parents after all so she just nodded and kissed bith of them on the cheek before exiting into the main hallway leading to the outside door. "Love you guys,see you after school." She smiled and waved to them beore walking outside and into her car. She exhaled as she started her drive to the highway to Hell. She let the music blast in her converable as she kept the top down and let the music go into the world.

Pulling up to the driveway,she knew her junior year was going to be the hardest by far. She pulled in to a parking space away from her old one and just looked at the high class people,it was amazing she went from like one of the queen bees to the biggest loser in the school in one summer. She grabbed her black messager bag and put one of her Dr.Dre earbuds in her periced ear as she let the same song blast in her ear,she walked past everyone and walked to her locker,opening it easly and throwing her bag inside."The frist day of many." She said it under her breath with her head in her locker as if she was trying to find something important.

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It had just been one of those mornings. Not every day did Isaac wake up in immense pain, shirtless, and face down on his lawn, but today? It'd been at least an hour after he was supposed to be up, not that he cared, and everything was an utter mess. Front windows smashed in, door open, his house smelled like a mixture of a brothel and a morgue. Any clothes he wasn't wearing, besides a shirt he later found on his roof, was gone. The house was completely dry, though remnants of a keg where located in his room, and to top it off his beloved car was missing. All this however, just made it interesting for him. Sitting on his porch, telephone in hand he groggily dialed a number he could barely remember to begin with.

“Ey..Marucs..” He was cut off in an instant though. “Isaac. Lemme guess..I'll be over in ten with keys for you.”. Without any explanation, his friend had hung up on him without delay, so Isaac just sat there, waiting. Ten minutes, on the dot, his lips would crease into a smile, twenty minutes after that Pismo would get the pleasure of his company, flamboyant as always.

Music blared as his new truck slowly, and smoothly made its way into the Pismo parking lot, commanding the attention Isaac usually did. All the little sports cars, the luxury rides, or muscle cars all seemed to pale just a little as a beautiful example of a lowrider skated in on back wheels alone, driven by none other than the dwarf of a teacher. Skillfully, the truck pulled into the usual parking spot Isaac used, and the front of it slammed down just a mere inch from the curb, while the back slowly lowered, leaving it hovering just barely above the pavement itself. With a grin, and a fresh Diamond Crown cigar in hand, the little man stepped out, his legs actually touching the pavement with ease for once, and gave his parking lot audience a bow. “Like I've said before boys and girls, your cars may be pretty, but they lack soul..” Laughter erupted from some, scowls from other, but mostly some students casual made their was over to check out the new vehicle while it's driver yawned.

“Tell me,” He called to a senior who was kicking the tires, trying to be coherent around his yawn. “..Is Mrs.Hunt here yet?” The boy just nodded, much to Isaac's pleasure. “Well good, I have something to stare at while I pretend to do work then..”

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"Wynter! Wynter, Wynter, Wynter... I'm hungry..." Summer pouted, her bob shaking as she shook Wynter, who was in bed, still sleeping. She opened one eye to look at her sister, then sighed softly when she was the alarmclock on her nightstand. "Really, Summer? It's 5 am... you sure you can't sleep a little longer?" she asked, sleep heavy in her voice. She stretched and opened the other eye though, because she knew that once Summer was up, she was hungry. It was weird. Who got hungry the second they opened their eyes? Wynter felt like she could die... it'd been one of the long nights at the Lovespin, so she hadn't gotten home til 3:30, and then she'd pretty much passed out from fatigue. This meant she hadn't even slept for 1½ hours... gods, she'd have to get used to power-napping again, now that school started back up.

"Nooooo," she little girl pouted, "pretty please?" Wynter groaned and sat up, running a hand through her messy hair. It was still all stiff, courtesy of some guy who'd poured his drink over her while she was dancing. She's held on to the pole, and leaned back towards him and his friends, giving the guy a nice show of cleavage. He'd been rather drunk, so as he'd turned to laugh with his friend, the glass was knocked out of his hand, and well... the rest goes without saying. "I'm coming... go take on your clothes, sweetheart" Wynter murmered as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. This was going to be a long day. She'd enjoyed her holidays. Lots of time with Summer, getting proper sleep, no laughter, no degrading looks or words or any of the other stuff she had to deal with at school. Man, if she hadn't wished it was legal to take a swing at some of those upper-class bitches, once in a while. Summer jumped out of bed and ran towards the kitchen, where the clothes she'd picked out were on the diningtable as usual. Wynter knew she'd dress quickly and then probably trying to figure out what she wanted while Wynter woke up properly. Wynter simply shook her head a little, smiling softly as she got up with a yawn, stretching again, hearing a series of pops from her back, just like she wanted.

Feeling better, she grabbed a quick shower and went to pick out her outfit. She'd considering starting the year as someone new... dye her hair, change her clothes, but she'd decided against it in the end. Mostly because no one at school would let her forget that she was now the 'school slut', and that nothing she did would change their perception of her. Last year, she'd decided to act the part. If she acted like their taunting bothered her, it would only get worse, so she'd played along. She sighed again, knowing she would do that many times over throughout the day. Then she picked out a dark-purple lacy bra, matching thong and a pair of shorts she was a little too short, but hugged her ass. Then she added a black halterneck with a v-cut so deep, you could see a little of the purple lace of her bra. At last, she put on a pair black pumps. She looked in the mirror, shaking her head a little. This is who they've made me out to be, she thought as she stepped into the bathroom, hearing her heels click against the tiles, to put on mascara, brown eyeliner, and a soft layer of peachcoloured eyeshadow. Then a light layer of gloss on her lips completed the makeover. She finished off by brushing her thick, blonde, long hair, and though she looked pretty good, Wynter couldn't stand the sight of herself. Doing it for Summer, she had to remind herself as she walked to the kitchen.

Having fed Summer and herself, watching TV all the while, Wynter had packed both their backpacks, while Summer had continued watching TV, and then walked her sister to school. Now she was on her way to the first day, of her last year, of high school. She was grateful she lived in walking distance to Pismo Beach, along with Summer's school, though they were on opposite sides of the little house, so yeah, it took Wynter a little while getting back and forth, especially wearing heels, but during the time their mother had been gone, she'd sort of gotten used to walking everywhere - the woman had of course taken the car, leaving her girls without means of transportation, except for the schoolbus, which Wynter refused. If school was hell, then the schoolbus was purgatory, and she simply couldn't live through more torture than she already did. She'd thought of calling her mother to ask for a car, but something in her had declined the idea. She didn't want help from that woman, and she'd sure as hell die before actually asking for it. Besides, her mother might not give a flying fuck. If Wynter had to be honest, that was probably the biggest issue.

Twenty minutes after having left Summer at school, Wynter had finally made her way to the front doors of Pismo. Here goes nothing, she thought as she pushed the door open, raised her chin and walked down the hall, heading straight for her locker. She heard a few whistles, and a couple of bad, sexual innuendos as she made her way to the first stop of her schoolday. She ignored them of course, really making an effort of pretending not to hear them, or even notice them. She sighed in relief when she made it to her locker, untouched. Unlocked it by her combination, and put her bag inside, then she leaned her head against the locker-door and took another deep breath.

Just as she was about to take out the books she needed for her first lesson, however, a wellknown voice sounded right behind the door, "heyyy angel," he said, putting emphasis on the angel-part, letting her know this was only to mock her. Big surprise there... it was her strippername, it wasn't like it would ever feel like an endearment ever again. Then the guy walked to her other side, giving her a once-over. "Someone sure dressed to impress. Is that merely for me, or for the entire male population of the school?" Wynter made a face at him, looking into his green eyes. The guy was on the footballteam, and he'd also been the one to discover her 'occupation'. Ever since, he'd made her life a living hell. Probably because she'd refused to sleep with him back when she'd been a freshman. Before her mother had run off. Him, she would not fool by pretending to actually be the slut they expected. So instead, she merely raised her eyebrow at him, sneering "get lost, Tristan."

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"Song! Did you eat breakfast?"

Song whipped his head around as he heard his mother's yells. "Umma*! I'll just stop at McDonalds or something on the way!" He pursed his lips as he huffed at his hair, it was getting into his eyes. "I'll be late if you cook now." His small, yet strong mother came out from the kitchen with a small brown, paper bag for her son. "Okay, okay, but take this anyway." Song sighed in frustration. He knew his mother was just being a mother, but he'll get beat up for this kind of stuff, especially in high school. Especially this high school... He pushed his glasses up before he took the bag with a sheepish smile. "Komapsumnida*! Umma!" His mother nodded with a big smile before waving him away, hurrying him out of the house now. "Annyeong*!" He waved to her good bye before grabbing his messenger bag and out the door of his super small apartment complex that he calls home.

The small Asian unlocked his car before getting in. He put the key into the ignition and looked at himself in the mirror, checking his appearance. His clothing was pretty much outrageous, but he loved it. His outfit pretty much contained a white tank top with a sleeveless jacket over it. The sleeveless jacket's collar was jean on one side and red fabric on the other, with buttons all on the red part. He wore chain necklaces around his neck and a arm band on his left arm. He also wore his favorite headband around his head and then his glasses were on top of his nose, wearing washed out, bleached jean skinnies, making his skinny legs stand out more. After deeming himself worthy, he started up the car and drove out.

He did, in deed, stop at McDonalds. He went though the drive through, ordering a medium coffee and a biscuit with some butter and syrup. He ate the biscuit on the way to school, but he only sipped the coffee. He was going to need that for school later on during the day. As he pulled up in the student's parking lot, he parked and grabbed his bag before heading out towards the school. He had to be extra careful with his bag, because he kept his laptop in there, though the laptop has survived five bully attacks and being dropped bazillion times, even had coffee spilled three times. It still works till this day. As the sun bombarded Song, his face was scrunched up, trying to see where he was going. He kept glancing around, hoping no bullies got him. His hand that was holding his coffee was shaking slightly. He made it into the school and prayed to the gods. "Aisssh*!" He hadn't been bullied yet, not saying he never gets bullied, he knew it was going to happen later, but he can finally have a morning to himself. The only thing he looked forward during school was his fellow 'nerds' and Mr. Martin's class. Just something about that class makes him feel better, even though some students would disagree. Mr. Martin's knew how to teach, even though his teaching methods are questionable. He sighed before making his way to his fist class of the day. He was sad he didn't have drama till the end of the day, but he still looked forward to it. As walked down the hallway, he got pushed up against walls, tripped over, and almost lost his coffee. Almost. He groaned as he walked into his advanced calculus class, but the smiled as he saw some of his friends, also nerds. He skipped happily as he sat down by Phillip and started to chat. There was still sometime left before the teacher really started to teach.

[*Umma - Mom, Komapsumnida - Thank you, Aisssh - Like omg, or a sigh.]

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Image This ain't a love song, this is goodbyee... Sung the alarm clock as the set time flashed across the LCD screen. A pale hand came out of the duvet to stroke the fluffy head of the small puppy that lay next to her on her bed, and she smiled ever so slightly. "Morning, Jackson." She mumbled, before then popping her out into the bright sunlight. Mornings were never something that Piper Winchester had been very good at, and she was usually pretty groggy in the mornings. Although today, she was feeling a little better than usual. She wasn't feeling like going back to sleep again and staying in bed all day. She didn't feel like shouting at someone if they came in to annoy her. She just felt good. Something about today... mhm, it just felt as if something was going to be different, and it was going to be good. Which spurred her on a little to be happy.

After jumping out of bed, having a shower, and getting dressed into this, Piper felt even better than she had done when she woke up, and as she came down the stairs with a smile on her face. However, that smile instantly faltered when she saw the letter on the large, ornate dining table. She picked it up with a sigh, her father's fancy handwriting flowing across the folded piece of paper. "Dear Piper, I'm sorry I can't be with you for breakfast, but have a good day and I'll see you for dinner. Love, Dad." That's all it said. The messages that her father left on the table had dwindled in size over the years, and instead of getting a couple of paragraphs, she now only gets a sentence or two. She threw the letter into the nearest waste paper basket, and dashed to the kitchen to pop a slice of toast into the toaster. She tried not to let the whole thing with her father bother her, and kept that happy smile on her face as she nibbled on her buttery toast. Suddenly, there was a a honking outside, and Piper dumped the remainders of her toast in the bin, picked up her bag from the corner of the kitchen, and then made her way out to her boyfriend's car.

She hadn't been with Robbie for very long, five months and two weeks to be exact, but he had grown very attached to her. In all honesty, she had liked him in the beginning of their relationship, but now? He was getting too clingy and she didn't like it. It wasn't what Piper wanted out of a relationship, but she didn't have the guts to end it. He wasn't the person that she had started going out with five months ago, and she was getting a little scared of him.

"Hey Piper!" Robbie smiled as she jumped into the car and he gave her a peck on the cheek (she had turned her head away from his lips) and they drove to school in silence. Robbie kept trying to talk to her, but after that note on the table, she wasn't really in the mood for talking. She just gave the occasional nod when it was needed and smiled when she felt like she could. In the end, Robbie gave up, and they went back to the quietness. Soon, they were at school, and Robbie pulled into his parking space near the head of the school, and they sat in the car for a moment whilst he pressed a button, and the roof came back up over them. "Hey, Pip? I was wondering... have you got a jacket, to wear over that?"
Piper looked at her boyfriend with a confused face. "Yes, but it's warm out. Why?"
Robbie reached over and took his girlfriend's hand. "Well, it's just... it's quite a revealing top. Maybe it's because I've seen what's under there, but it doesn't leave much to the imagination." Piper sighed and got out of the car, and shut the door, Robbie following suit.
"Don't worry, it's fine." She said, before making her way towards the door of the school. Suddenly, Robbie grabbed her arm.
"Well? Aren't you going to put your jacket on?"
"No."
"Why? I said it's too revealing."
"Oh Robbie, don't even worry about it okay? You know I'd never do anything like that!"
The jock looked at her with raised eye brows. "You sure about that? Just tell me if anyone looks at you funnily, okay?"
Piper knew that a boyfriend shouldn't act like that to his girlfriend, but she didn't want to say anything. Like she had thought before, she was slightly scared of him. He glared at a friend of her's who had passed them, a boy obviously, and she took her hand out of his. "Look, if you're going to act like this, I'll put the bloody jacket on."
"Thank you." And he placed another one of those condescending kisses on her cheek.

As they walked down the coridor, she watched the kids rushing to their lessons already, and even watched a couple shove Song into the lockers, btu Robbie wouldn't allow her to stop and help him up. She had to keep up pretences when she was with him, and that meant not helping out the losers. She felt terrible, but something else had caught Piper's eye, or should it be - someone else. "I'll see you later Rob, okay?" She said, turning around and kissing him softly on the lips - something that she didn't want to do, but felt obliged to. He watched her walk towards the two boys who were getting ready to leave for class, and he glared for a moment. Who was she going to talk to? He was going to have to talk to her about this later. The boy that she had noticed had been sitting on the floor, helping the drama teacher, Mrs Hunt, paint the set for the new school play. It was a boy that she hadn't seen in years, and was shocked to see sitting on the floor painting. The bell sounded throughout the school, but she didn't care, and she walked towards him, taking off that bloody jacket that she had been forced to wear by Robbie, and stuffing it in her bag.

"Jesse?"

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Circe took her sweet time heading to school like she's been doing every year she's been here. She cut a few people off to get the best spot but eh, they were juniors anyway. They could walk. She hopped out of her truck, slamming and locking the doors closed as she offered a glance over at the crowd surrounding some kids car. She rolled her eyes and walked pass them, her bag slung over her shoulder and her hands buried in her pockets as a couple of people flocked around her as she walked. She wouldn't necessarily call them friends but they kept her company and amused her when she was bored so for now, she tolerated them.

"Hey, I'm throwing a party this weekend, maybe you should drop by." One male said with a sly smirk. Circe rolled her eyes but couldn't contain the smirk that spread across her face. That was code for: Bring your stuff and lets fool around. That was in cleaner terms. "Maybe. I'm a busy girl you know." She chuckled, a few people laughed with her as she actually made it inside school and headed straight to her locker. Her group dispersed, only a couple trailed behind her, wanna be underclassmen. Like always. Most of the time Circe would poke fun with them, if they wanted to hang with her, they had to take what she gave them. "So what are you into?" She asked casually as she fished for her books, like she ever used them, as the two freshies stared at each other before stammering their responses. One was listing the hobbies such as reading and video games, the other just stammered. She laughed and slammed her locker shut before eying them. Both were tiny and skinny, they had time before they would bulk up. One would obviously be in the geek crowd with his bowl cut and glasses, the other, though, had some potential. Shaggy hair, slight punk clothing. It looked promising.

She leaned in close, a coy smile on her lips as she braced a hand on her locker, making sure her well endowed assets were seen. "Maybe you don't understand. When I meant was.." She leaned forward, whispering foul things to them that made them turn blood red, even the people around her who caught snippets of her conversation either smirked at her or turned away in horror. There was something about corrupting the young and innocent minds of others that made Circe smile. She smirked and stood tall, blowing a kiss and a wink towards them before turning to walk off into calculus. "Ugh, shoot me.." She muttered as she trudged in but couldn't help but eye the cute Asian kid that sat with his friends. She had seen him in the halls earlier being bullied and tripped, she checked him out as she walked passed him before taking her seat in the back. A little innocent and nerdy for her taste, but if she ever got the chance, she'd definitely change that for him. She shook her head at the thought and put in her ear buds, blasting the music so loud it could be heard by the students around her and blocked out the world of calculus. She closed her eyes.

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"Miss Pierce?" a heavily laced Latin accent said, voice soft as she bent over Avery, who opened an eye to look at the elderly Mexican woman. She'd been awake already; someone had forgotten to close the curtains of her big, streetfaced windows, so she'd been wakened by the light shining through them. She really wasn't a fan of that. "Consuela, please explain to me why my curtains are open this early." Was her only words as she opened her other eye and sat up, forcing the woman to step back. Consuela looked down on her feet, folding her hands virtuously in front of her. "Sorry, Miss. It will not happen again." She replied, making Avery roll her eyes.

"That's what you said the last two times, you halfwit," she sneered, "I'd like a strawberry smoothie and a piece of buttered bread for breakfast," she then added, glancing at the clock. "And you woke me ten minutes too late, so you better get started." Gods save her from worthless servants. She didn't know why her mother insisted they be old, fat and lazy. Probably because her father had fucked the last attractive one. Oh well. The Mexican nodded her head, but stayed where she was, looking like she wanted to say something. A gust of air left Avery's lips, an expression of utter exasperation. "Well... what are you waiting for?" She asked, her tone demanding as she got out of bed. She was wearing a white thong under a thin, pink silk, knee-length nightgown. It was comfortable and pretty. Totally perfect.

Consuela finally spoke then, just as Avery was about to just leave the woman. "Miss... your dry-cleaning has not yet arrived." Avery stopped moving as she heard the words. That was a catastrophe! She had hand-picked that outfit for her first day of school, and now this bitch told her she couldn't wear it? She let out a short expression of frustration. Fine, she would wear her white dolce dress then. The one she'd bought mere days before. It matched her new car, anyway. "Fine," Avery then said, and as she left the room, she turned her head to call over her shoulder, "and my breakfast better be perfect when I'm done getting ready."

It took Avery the usual 40 minutes to shower, put on lotion, dry her hair. Then she spent the next 15 doing hair and make-up. As she'd already chosen her outfit, that was a no-brainer and only took her 15 more minutes... hey, she couldn't decide which jimmy choos to wear. When she finally looked in the mirror, she smiled, confident. Though she still would've preferred the outfit at the dry-cleaner's, she was pretty sure she looked hotter than anyone else at school. So she'd deal. Avery ate breakfast alone, as she usually did. Her mom still slept, her father was in Beijing and she didn't want Consuela's company. The woman annoyed her, but at least her breakfast had been good. Just the way she liked it. After that, Ave brushed her teeth, grabbed her bag and walked to her car, slamming the door, not bothering to tell the Mexican woman that she'd left. The servant would figure it out... hopefully.

Her white Mercedes-Benz E-class cabriolet had been a "I'm sorry I was only home for a day, before I left for the next two months"-present. Him being gone that much was new, and Avery was milking it for all its worth. Truthfully, she didn't mind all that much, as long as she ended up gaining something from it. Which she always did with her father. She smiled, put on her Armani sunglasses and got in. She sat back, fired up the engine, and was at school mere 10 minutes later.

Walking through the double-doors felt good, as her gaze moved around the hallway she slowly walked down. She cast the usual degrading looks at those not of her standards, and a few smiles and nods at those who were. Just as Avery stopped at her locker, a gorgeous Latin-american girl came towards her, smiling like the best thing in the world had just happened. "Hey Trish," Ave said, opening her locker as she smiled back at her best friend and fellow cheerleader. "Ey," the girl replied as she stopped next to Ave, "I just saw Tristan talking to that blonde slut," she then said, scrunching up her nose in disgust. "What's up with that?"

Avery rolled her eyes. Tristan merely liked taunting that Wynter-girl, nothing new there. "He's just being Tristan. Hey, I was thinking try-outs next week. It's early, but I'd like to get it over with. We have last year's seniors to replace, and everyone needs to step up their game. Meaning, we will need serious time with the new squad-members." She said, as per usual, the squad was on her mind. Avery was captain, and she'd be damned if she'd let anyone forget that.

"Sure... probably a good idea," Trish replied, smiling wryly, "but are you sure you don't just want to see the losers try and fail?" Avery laughed; Trish knew her far too well. "C'mon, let's go find Becca and Brooke." She just said, getting the books she needed, then shutting her locker again.

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"Jesse?" A female voice caught his attention, who happened to be none other than Piper Winchester, his old best friend. When he was ten, he had to move to South Carolina because of an abuse report written by his teacher. Last year, when his father got into the car accident that changed his life, they moved back for jobs and better medicine for his father. All the good memories came flooding back as he looked at Piper. The nights spent in the woods, where Piper would give Sam a makeover to keep her quiet. The days they would spend in his pool trying to out-best each other's flips. The days he would spend alone, bruised and broken, waiting for the moment he could sneak out and see Piper.

She never knew anything about his father, but that sad story was for later times. "Piper!" He jumped from his spot, making his way off the large stage and enveloped her in a warm hug. The hugs that plagued their childhood. "I missed you." He murmured into her shoulder, hot tears forming at his eyes. He sniffled, rubbing his eyes. "I thought you'd be with Alex and Sandy, singing Broadway musicals or planning the road trip to New York, something like that." Jesse chuckled, looking at her. She definitely grew from the little blonde girl he used to know. She had her same eyes and her same nose, but her hair was pink and her clothes lost the modesty of childhood innocence. She was still the beautiful girl he knew from kindegarten, the one he fell in love with. There was a small problem; there was a guy sending glares so bad it brings up the cliche "if looks could kill".

He didn't look like someone their friends would hang out with; if anything, he would be someone that would harass their friends. What happened while he was gone? "Pip? What happened to you while I was gone? Not in a bad way, I'm just… how do I put this? Confused." Jesse asked, Sing looking towards him from the stage. He must have known what happened. That left Jesse unknowing.

Mrs. Hunt looked up, and saw the Jesse kid talking to one of her Drama 4 kids, Piper. She was attractive, Mrs. Hunt couldn't lie, but it didn't seem like Jesse would "fit in" with her crowd. She was suprised by the fact that they knew each other. She allowed Sing to get his books for his other classes. She then went on hallway duty to be a Dress Code Nazi and insult the seniors trying to hit on her. She saw the blonde girl everyone called Angel, who always broke the dress code. She gave the girl slack, mostly because she knew the girl's little sister from her adopted daughter, a classmate, and she knew her situation. Then there was Avery, the brunette popular girl that was a bitch to a lot of people. Mrs. Hunt guessed she would be the one to pick on freshman girls in her Drama 1 class just for fun. Most of the people in the hallway were either to oblivious to her or knew that the pranking drama teacher would do something if they tried to harass her.

"Hey Mrs. Hunt." She rolled her eyes, turning her attention to a senior that would not lay off the flirtacious comments. "Yes, Ethan?" She asked, trying to hide her obvious need to punch the little twit. "I was just wondering if you're a thief? You know why?" He asked, grinning his shining white teeth at her. "Because I'm giving you detention and stole your free time after school? Scram." She answered, shooing the senior off. He commented he would see her in Drama 1, and she groaned. Seniors.

"Mrs. Hunt!"

"Yes Jennette?"

"Did you know our play was reviewed by a publisher?"

Damn you, Sing! The Asian boy was trying to get Mrs. Hunt to publish a play they performed last year, and she was too hesitant in making it a true published masterpiece. And now Sing had ruined it for her. "Nevermind that, I have a class to teach, and a boy to beat." She returned to her sanctuary, and made her big enterance. "Welcome to Drama 4, your life is offically under my control."

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Closing her locker grabbing her math book,she exhaled knowing sooner or later she have to see one of her closest friend again,Avery. Well,at least she called them close friends but now,they never talked to each other.When she started to walk to her new calculus class she stopped for a minute seeing not just Avery but Trish aswell. "Great." She said under her breath before walking past them trying not to look her old friends in the eyes mainly because the last thing she needed was to start something on the frist day back. She fixed the strap on her messager bag turning the corner.

As she walked in the class room,she could feel people looking at her strangly probably wonder if she was lost. But,honestly she was good at math,it was her easiest subject she just never took it seriously before this year. She fixed the fake glasses on hr face,sliding them up on her nose. She grabbed a seat in the back,away from everyone but closest to Song and Circe. She only knew the name of them because Song tutored her in math last year and Circe,well she knew lots of people by face and by name,even if she never looked in their direction.She exhaled and looked at her ipod and changed the song to something alittle more upbeat. She reached in her bag and grabbed her black butler book,she become obessed with anime over the summer for some reason. She didn't think much of it,she just took her glasses off putting them in her bag and continued to read the black and white pages hoping someone would come to her rescue,she really need a friend right now and to be honest she would even care if it was Wynter or "Angel" as she called her,yea she loved messing with her along with almost everyone else who weren't "good enough" for her friendship. But,now she changed and she could only hope that people saw that. After thinking of that amazingly happy thought,that made her sound like she should be on Dr.Phil ,she messed with the dinosaur necklace around her neck. She chuckled just started to think,"What if dinosaurs and robots could have babies,would that make them robot dinosaurs or dinosaurs robots? Hm,and what if they would super tiny instead of really big,like the size of....my necklace. And what if robots actually could fall in love,could they fall in love with humans or just other robots?Hm,I wonder if I should bulid a girl robot and put her on a date with my brother.......God,i'm random and very very strange." She smirked at the thought before looking back at her book.

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Tyler had woken up early to get a nice hour or so of working out in before school. However, an hour of working out quickly turned into an hour and a half, and then two hours, without him even realizing it. He works out on a daily basis and sometimes loses track of time when he gets into it. His parents were away for "business" as they called it so they weren't there to make sure he went to school on time. Although, even if they were, when does he listen? After two hours of working out and strutting around the house in his Calvin Klein briefs, checking himself out in every single mirror in the house, Tyler finally decided to shower and get ready to head to school.

Today felt like a Calvin Klein day for Tyler. Walking into his "casual wear" closet, he quickly picked out a few of his favorite show-offy outfits and finally decided on a tight fitted white v-neck graphic CK t-shirt, and white CK jeans. Anything to make his muscles look good, he liked. Glancing at his shoes, he knew exactly which pair he wanted with this outfit; his CK black and white high-top sneakers. "Ha! I am so late, why am I bothering?" Tyler thought to himself as he grabbed a black and white Playboy belt, his keys, and was out the door.

Trying to find the closest spot he could to the front door, Tyler finally parked his new Benz at the school. "I crack myself up. Why am I going for a close parking spot when there's no one even outside to look at my sexy ass car?" he said out loud to himself as he got out of the car, "Oh well. They'll see it after school I guess." At this point, he legitimately had no clue where he was supposed to be, but he didn't care, so naturally he began to roam the school "looking pretty" waiting for someone to stop him and offer help. He wasn't the type of person to ask for help, so he tried to avoid the main office. Asking for help is for the weak, and Tyler was a strong boy in his mind.

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Piper couldn't stop the small, high pitched giggle escaping her lips when Jesse wrapped his arms around her in a tight, friendly hug. It had to have been five or six years since she had last seen him, and it felt so good to be back in his arms. The day that Jesse had left had to have been the worst day in her child hood, minus the death of her mother. He had been the boy that she had spoken to about everything and anything. She confided in him when she was scared, laughed with him when she was happy, and cried on his shoulder when she was sad. They had been the very best of friends, and after he left - she never grew attached to anyone like that again. She never had another best friend. There was no-one that would have been good enough for her as a friend than Jesse, so she didn't even try to look. She felt little tears prick at her eyes when she buried her head into his shoulder for a moment, taking in the musky smell that had calmed her down so much throughout her childhood.

"God, it's been too long Jesse!" Piper took this moment to look him over as he was doing with her; he hadn't changed that much at all. His mop of hair still partially hung over his eyes when he moved, making it difficult for him to see, and his eyes were still the most gorgeous shade of dark green. His clothing style had obviously changed and she did have to admit, he did look good! She couldn't stop herself from smiling as he said that he had missed her, and she nodded too in affirmation. "I missed you too, Jesse. It wasn't the same around here without you." Piper hadn't realised that Robbie was looking in on their little embrace, and had stalked off, trying to find out who this stupid kid was, and why he was getting so handsy with his Piper.

Piper made an attempt to move her jacket over her bag, covering up the uniform for cheer-leading that was poking it's ugly head out of it's hiding place. She didn't want Jesse to know how low... well, how 'high' she had gone to gain her father's attention - she had no idea how he would react to the news. "What happened to me?" She asked, biting on her lip softly, showing to everyone in the room who knew here, that she was getting nervous. "What do you mean? What's confusing you?" She put her bag down on the floor, and readied herself for Miss Hunt's lesson as the blonde walked in.

Drama was Piper's most favourite lesson, along with music. It had always been her dream to perform on Broadway - yup, that's right, she was one of them. She loved everything about Broadway, the glittering lights, the loud music, and the crowds screaming and clapping after an amazing number has been performed for them. Piper's dream had gotten lost in her move up to "popular cheerleader girl" as long as part of her personality. She felt suppressed by her new role in school society, but it was what was needed to get her father to be proud of her again. "Well," she asked him as the teacher began to talk, her voice now in a whisper, her lips practically brushing against his ear, "I'm not really... friends, with Alex and Sandy any more." She told him, before leaning back into her position.

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It hadn't taken long for Ave and Trish to find Becca and Brooke... big surprise, they were at their lockers, gossiping about nailpolish. Then she and her possy had moved on towards calculus. They all had it first thing in the morning. Avery despised mathematics as a whole, but she didn't have much of a choice in the matter (daddy-o had been persistent), and where Avery went, Becca, Trish and Brooke went too. It was that simple. Or rather... Avery was that much of a queen bee. She was very aware that everyone called her a bitch behind her back, but guess what? she didn't care. As long as no one dared say it to her face, she was good. She liked being a bitch, and she could afford to be. Money was power, and Ave was the richest girl in school, so who was going to give her a rant? She'd gotten several teachers fired for getting on her bad side, she'd made countless student practically flee the school, because they were either annoying, too ugly, too nerdy... there were so many things they could do wrong, Avery hardly knew where to begin.

"What the hell is Piper doing with a new kid?" Brooke then said, clearly outraged, and Avery, who'd been in her own world, stopped imediately. She would not have a cheerleader degrading herself. Perfectly plucked brows furrowed, she looked in the direction Brooke was. Yes, Piper was indeed talking to a new kid... but not just any new kid. She was talking to Jesse. Trish stepped up next to Avery, "I don't think we have to worry too much about that. At least the guy's not ugly." she commented, watching the pair. It wasn't that Jesse had been a big love of hers, but she had really liked being around him, even if he hadn't been upper class... more than she'd admit to, so he'd dumped her. Because she was unable to say that she cared about him.

No one knew about that. It'd been over the summer, not a long fling, but a fling nonetheless, one that had inspired softer feelings in Avery. It'd been weird, but sort of nice. She'd missed him. What was he doing here, on her turf? Avery shook her head, shaking off the thoughts along with it. She would have to talk to him, "doesn't matter. He's not upper-class. She is. Royalty doesn't mix with commoners, my darlings." She said, ignoring the fact that she was being absolutely morally ambivalent, already walking towards Piper - class wouldn't start for a little while, so Ave had time to set things straight. The girls started trailing after her, eagerly agreeing.

"So, Piper," Avery said, when she stopped about a feet behind the girl, "please explain what you're doing here. Or rather... why you're talking to him." Avery simply said, staring Jesse down, with a look saying 'what the hell are you doing here?', but only he would recognize it that way, since no one else knew they'd ever met. Trish stepped up next to her, Brooke and Becca staying behind them, and smiled wryly, "yeah, I was wondering about that too, newbie." She said, giving Piper a look that said she didn't think her worthy of the upper class. Brooke, blonde, dressed in sinfully sexy, yet classy attire, presented Piper with a devilish smile, flirtatious gaze roaming Jesse. She didn't say anything. Becca looked like the whole thing bored her, gracefully brushing her red hair, that was all on one shoulder, with her hands.

Avery really just wanted to get Jesse alone right now... tell him to get out of her life, not just suddenly show up... well, it wasn't that sudden. She'd known for a while, since she always kept tabs on everything around the school - it was one of the many pillars supporting her absolute reign of the school -, but she didn't have to like it. He didn't fit her image. If any one ever found out, it would be humiliating... it wouldn't hurt her rep much, since she'd merely turn things until it fit right in with who she was here, but Jesse... well, Jesse had gotten just slightly under her skin, even if she'd never admit it out loud. But he was talking to Piper, and in truth, Avery hadn't liked the girl from the start. She was a poser. Sure, she had money, but she didn't really belong in the upper classes. She didn't match, but she made an effort, the wannabe.

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"And since when did you become her mother Avery?"

Circe was on her feet now, she had been ready to get up and skip calculus for now and head to Mrs. Hunt's or Mr. Martin's class, secretly she enjoyed Mr. Martin's company more but it's not like anyone else had to know. They usually let her chill out backstage or mess around with the props when they saw her, but of course, her trip was being delayed because of these bitches. She stared at Avery chillingly, the two had been friends once, emphasis on the word ONCE. "Bitch." She greeted with a nod of her head before turning to the mini posse Avery had behind her. "Bitchettes." She greeted again, a tiny smirk gracing her face as she shifted her messenger back on her shoulder before sending a tiny glance down at their victim, another familiar face to Circe before she eyed the new kid next to her. She offered a nod of her head, a greeting to him though she felt she might've seen him somewhere before. Circe concluded that she probably just saw him as she walked in and returned her gaze to Piper for a long moment.

For a moment, it seemed like Circe was going to say something to Piper, and the truth was Circe had a lot to say to her, but deciding she wanted to be mean instead, she didn't. She kept a cool gaze on Piper as she spoke, mostly addressing to Avery. "Besides, I thought you guys were supposed to stick together? Isn't that in your little whore handbook or something?" She grinned, turning to face Avery once more, ignoring Piper for the time being. "God forbid that you cheerleaders would get into a fight." She said with her tone matching Avery's earlier one as she grinned, "Well, looking on the bright side, I wouldn't have to watch you shake your flat asses at the pep rally."

Yikes. Am I always this bitchy? Maybe I need to check my calender.. She thought before turning on that final thought, just about to leave out of the class room before she paused. She wasn't going to say anything at first but she couldn't resist. If she was going to be a bitch, why not bring it home? "Liking the pink Piper? Surprised daddy dearest didn't make you change it, God forbid he'd have a daughter with pink hair. Or has he not noticed?" She commented coolly, glancing back with a wicked smirk before turning and waltzing out of the class room without another word. Circe sighed and stretched her hands high above her head before letting them rest on top, "Hmm I'm feeling for chipotle right now.." she mused out loud, ignoring the calls of her teacher to return back to class as she pulled out her keys. She was going to take an early lunch.

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Alex, Sandy, and Piper were the closest in their little posse, excluding theirs. She didn't understand why he was confused, maybe she should if he came in a Northface jacket and Sparries and blonde hair. That's how much she'd changed. He nibbled on the snake bites he'd gotten a week before school started,  but his eyes widened as he saw a special someone walk through the door. His summer fling, Avery Pierce. The woman he gave his heart and sexual innocence to in a matter of two months. Somebody special for the person that would be missing in his life. Avery had shown him the true wonders of love and sex, but could never look at him and say that she cared for him. Many people think only men use women for sex, but women do it too. Jesse suspected the same, and broke up with Avery. A piece of his heart was still out of his body, taking place in Avery's heart where he left it. If she could tell him she truly cared for him, then maybe a fire could rekindle. 

She asked Piper what she was doing with Jesse, and gave him a look he knew all too well. It was the look when she was grounded, and he climbed through her trees to free her to go to a party. It was the look when Jesse arrived with movie tickets, and had to sit through a dinner with Daddy Pierce. The look she gave him before a midnight make out session in her bedroom. Another girl looked over him, her gaze uncomfortably seductive. She'd called Piper a newbie, but to what? He could only bring back memories of Summer Avery. So different from School Avery. 

It was a few days after his Southeastern high school let out. Mr. Pierce, the head of the factory Jesse's mother worked at, offered the supervisor two invites to a summer party for his daughter. Jesse was all too willing to come, and met Avery at the party. Of course, she was the most stunning girl at the party. Through the months, he grew to enjoy holding her shopping bags and getting a kiss when every new bag appeared; he suffered through dinners with her father and being a trophy boyfriend at her parties because he cared for her. When she couldn't say it back was when he decided he couldn't continue to excite his passion and broke up with her. And now he's there, face to face with a girl who could ruin his reputation as a sweet new kid in a matter of a few flicks of her thumbs. "Look, Avery, I was just lea-" He was interrupted by a girl with a bright blue Mohawk and the nerve to call Avery a bitch; the nerve not many people have. She insulted everyone but him, to which she gave a nod. He wouldn't return it, especially after she insulted Piper. He understood now, this act was all to please her father. Jesse had much experience with pleasing rich men with power.

"Shouldn't you all be in class?" Mrs. Hunt asked, leading Piper away from the group and allowing Jesse to mention that it would be best if he could talk to Avery alone; a bold move for the middle-class new kid. He had a secret that could change his status forever; he'd become a millionaire when he moved back. His father had left a couple million in Jesse's saving for the day when he couldn't be available to take it out himself. He had the money to win Avery back. He just wasn't sure he wanted to. "Avery, what's going to happen to us?"

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Reading the last few pages of her book,she heard the teacher call her name. She looked up at the older lady,still hiding most of her face behind the book. The teacher was waving a pass to the office. "Oh." Muse walked up to the front of class grabbing her glasses and putting away her book. As she walked up she slipped her glasses on and messed with her necklace,she grabbed the pass and walked out of the class. "This is so idiotic,I sholdn't be forced to go somewhere I don't want to go." She said to herself as she walke din the commons grabbing two dollars out her back jean pocket. She needed her caffine and that meant one thing,a Monster energy drinks. She got ten cents in return. she grabed the change from the bottom of the machine and grabbed her drinking. Muse started to go back the way she was walking before bumping into someone,spilling a little of her monster on her shirt. "Perfect,why don't you watch where you're go-" She looked up and saw no one else but the one guy she had a slight crush one,Tyler.

She looked down at her white painted nails and clear her throat. "Hey Tyler,um sorry about that." She swallowed the lump in her throat before backing up a bit,she already was a sinking ship and as impossible as it sound she might be able to bring him down with her even if they don't hang out. She looked at her pink pass and crumbled it up tossing it in the trash can,She saw someone walk by and she quickly acted like she was fixing her shoe's zipper. "You seem a bit lost. Need any help at all?" She looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. She took her fake glasses off and put them in her left hand. She got up and put a piece of her dark brown hair behind her peirced right ear. She knew he probably wouldn't want help from someone who was known as that suicidal asian girl but it was worth a shot,right?

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Jesse started to say he was about to leave, but he didn't get to finish as Circe walked in. Oh, great... just who this little party needed, she thought, rolling her eyes. She didn't say anything to the punk girl, neither did her 'friends', she merely looked at her with a degrading, arrogant gaze, clearly showing that she didn't give a shit about the girl's insults. Everyone was rather used to Circe's little outbreaks; she was the only one who dared call Avery a bitch. The only one who really stood up to her, and Avery wasn't sure whether she liked the challenge of it, or the girl for her guts, but she didn't truly mind all that much. Didn't mean she'd ever let anyone know that, though. Information like that would spread like fire, that was certain. At Pismo, you either protected your secrets fiercely, or let them all out. That simple, and why she really needed to talk to Jesse... alone. Then Circe left, with a little comment at Piper over her shoulder... about the girl's father and their relationship. It was a low blow, one Avery had to admire. Hey, the art of insulting someone just right, just low enough to hurt bad, was not something everyone had the ability to.

Then Mrs. Hunt took Piper to class, and Ave was alone with Jesse... except for the three girls at her side. She was just about to send them off, when he asked if he could talk to her alone. So... he wanted to talk to her, too? why? what did he have to gain, really? he'd made it clear that he didn't want her, because she couldn't put her feelings into words. She still couldn't, that was that. So why? To keep up pretenses though, she crossed her arms over her chest and glanced at her posse, "tell the teacher I'll be right there. I'm... dealing with some stuff." She said. The girls made a few comments about how the new kid was gonna get it, but Avery said nothing, until they were out the door. Then she looked at Jesse and sighed.

"Avery, what's going to happen to us?" The guy in front of her said, and Avery shook her head a little, looking around the room before once again laying eyes on him. "I don't know... what are you even doing here? You're not supposed to be here, Jesse." She said, frustrated and brushed a strand of dark hair behind her ear, sighing. She looked down at her jimmy choo-clad feet, "you can't just... show up like this. Not here..." she then added, more quietly and looked up at him again, looking vulnerable. Something he was the only person on the entire school that had seen before. She let herself be the girl he'd been with over the summer, because no one was around... but she knew, that as soon as someone came by, she would change back. She wasn't sure what he thought of Avery at school. She wasn't untrue to herself, per say, but she wasn't showing feelings or anything else really... she was just a shell of herself at school. Only part of her was shown. Jesse had seen another part, and now he'd seen this one too. Hell, she had no idea what to think anymore.

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The little butterflies in Piper's stomach slowed down when Jesse broke their hug, but she brushed them off and put them down to nerves. She had no idea how Jesse was going to react when he found out everything - when he realised that she wasn't the girl that he had left behind six years ago, even though that girl was still alive on the inside. Now, she was a fraud, playing some game where she had to tag along with a group of girls, wave around stupid balls of string and chant. He'd absolutely kill her for loosing her personality like this, and she really didn't want to disappoint him. It was so good that he was back, but was her new change going to ruin their friendship?

Before Piper had any more time to question... well, everything, she heard high heels clicking on the linoleum floor of the drama stage, and a voice ring through her ears. Oh crap. This isn't what we need right now. She groaned inside her head, turning around to see her "captain," (more like slave worker), Avery. "He's my friend Avery. Is that not allowed now? Can we not speak to childhood friends?" Piper didn't usually talk back to the brunette girl. She let everyone push her around, for example Robbie. But right now, she just wanted to speak to Jesse, and Avery had reared her ugly head and ruined that, like she ruins mostly everything. Hell, it was Avery in the first place who had directed her over to going out with Robbie, the controlling, handsy footballer player. Piper didn't like Avery one bit, and she definitely hated the way that there seemed to be a silent conversation going on between her and Jesse. She could see it in their eyes, something that they weren't saying out loud, but were communicating to each other. It made her uneasy, uncomfortable, and she didn't like it.

However, before anything else could be said once more, another person entered, again someone she really wasn't in the mood to talk to. Circe had once been Piper's friend. Almost close to a best friend, she had clung to her for support after Jesse left. They had been friends for quite some time, until Piper got the idea into her head that her father would like her more if she was higher up in the social ladder. She tried to talk her out of it, but Piper went ahead with her plan, and in doing so, she lost Circe as a friend. She actually had been the one to prank her recently and dye her hair pink - a punishment for her social crimes. She tried to ignore the snipes that the blue haired girl was flinging around at everyone in the room, it was her usual. The whore handbook joke made her internally laugh however - they had come up with that one when they were still friends. Maybe Circe was nice and was beginning to forgive her for her sins, if she was going back down memory lane and finding insults that they created together.

Oh, no, maybe not.

There came the snipe about her father. The comment actually made her wince slightly, and tears pricked at her eyes again, but she was determined not to let them spill over now, not in front of Avery, and especially not in front of Jesse. Piper was obviously extremely sensitive about her father, and in that moment, she saw in Jesse's eyes that he understood why she was masquerading as a cheerleader, and a popular child. But, she didn't get the chance to ask him about it, because she was soon ushered off by Mrs Hunt, who obviously wanted to give the other two some privacy. That uncomfortable feeling came back into her stomach as the door closed behind her, sealing Avery and Jesse alone in the room.

Avery had taken everything from her - her personality, her freewill, her time, and her dignity, and now she was moving on to Jesse too. She felt a tear eventually push itself over the edge and spill down her cheek as she leant against the wall of the drama studio, her bag dropping to the floor with a soft thud.

She had just gotten Jesse back. And she didn't want to loose him now. Especially with the strange butterflies flying around her stomach. Suddenly, her phone beeped, ripping her out of her reverie and she pulled it out of her pocket, wanting to see who was trying to upset her now. It had already come from her father, her ex-best friend, the captain of the cheer-squad, and then her ex-friend. What else could happen now?

I saw you hugging him, Piper. Did you think I wouldn't find out anyone if I hadn't? We need to talk about this. @ 1. Got it?


Piper tapped back a quick response that she would be there, and went back to daydreaming against the wall. Maybe he'd kill her and end it quickly? He wasn't going to be happy, so she wouldn't put it past him.

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Wynter entered the drama studio, just in time to see Piper spill a tear. The girl looked absolutely miserable, a feeling Wynter understood quite well. She didn't know what was wrong with the pink-haired cheerleader, but she felt bad for her; Piper was probably the only one who'd never given Wynter looks, so for some odd reason, Wynter's compassion overruled her sense of self-preservation. She didn't really help cheerleaders... ever, but something about Piper was different. She sighed, and walked over to the girl, "hey.. Piper, right?" she said gently, "what's wrong? anything I can do?" As soon as she said it, she could've slapped herself. That comment had several windows of opportunity for bullying... "Anything I can do?" she mocked herself in her head. God, she could only hope Piper wouldn't take advantage of it.

She'd only just gotten away from her own personal pain in the ass, and only because the guy had to go to gym... football practice she supposed. Last year she'd had several classes with the guy, and it had been hell. She could only hope she didn't have any, or at least only a few this time around. When did life get so damn complicated? She asked herself, but she already knew the answer... When mom left.... She glanced a Mrs. Hunt who looked great, as usual. She was the kind of woman who wore herself perfectly. Wynter hoped she'd feel confident enough for that some day... hoped she'd get her life properly back on track. No more taking her clothes off for money, or getting drinks in her hair... no more only powernapping when she found the time... just bliss. A life without this many worries. She couldn't wait to turn 18, so she could become Summer's legal guardian. That, at least, would eliminate the worry that someone would come take them both away.

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Re: Pismo Beach High : School of Drama and Lies

Will do... ^^ You'll receive a PM once I'm done. =D This will contain a cute little linkie... xD

Re: Pismo Beach High : School of Drama and Lies

Just keep me posted :D It sounds fun

Re: Pismo Beach High : School of Drama and Lies

We've decided that we should base it in London, and that the guys should be aged between 25-27.

Re: Pismo Beach High : School of Drama and Lies

Sure... ^^ I'll have the RP up tomorrow or Friday. Then you choose which of the guys you'd like. ;D

Re: Pismo Beach High : School of Drama and Lies

I could be one of the guys in your web of love confusion if you would like :)

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Haha... true. xD Girls are always, always, always reserved first. Finding two people to play guys shouldn't be too troublesome though... I hope. Lol. xD Now we just need specifics. How old, yadda yadda... I feel most confortable with character between the ages of 18-25 or so... I dunno about you. ^^

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Yes, exactly. Much simpler to look at. If we find another two people who are interested, we could decide what genders our characters could be? I know we both want to be the girls, but everyone wants to be a girl :P I'm willing to be lenient, even though I don't want to be :)

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The last scenario is a sure friendship-breaker. Soft spot for me at the moment...


Let's got with the four people, shall we? =) You mean, Girl 1 > boy 1 > girl 2 > boy 2 > girl 1... right? ^^ Better overview of things. Arrows meaning "in love with" or "into" or however you choose to phrase it.

Re: Pismo Beach High : School of Drama and Lies

I like ones where everyone is miserable.
We could do one with four people? Girl one likes boy one, but boy one likes girl 2. Girl two has a thing for boy two, but boy one likes girl one?
Or we stick with the easy route of three best friends since childhood have mixed feelings - both girls like the guy?

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You know.. I think you're right. ^^ Hey! Here's an idea... in stead of two people being in love with the same person, let's make things a bit more complicated. =P Girl 1 liked boy, but boy likes girl 2, who's crushing on girl 1... or someone else. Whatever. xD Yippie, and everyone miserable. Haha...

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Three is fantastic. We could either have two girls and a guy, which has worked well in the past for me, and the same with two boys and a girl :) if we find someone else, maybe we could decide then which we want? But you can definitely be a girl, no matter what. I'd like to be a girl though, getting a bit sick of boys. The last triangle I did last for months <3 We finished it!
Good plan, Spock!

I think we need to look for this third person, dear :)

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Oooh... yes. ^^ If I get to be the girl, =P haha... I never get to be a girl in anything contemporary. Lol. xD I'll make a new one too. Character, I mean. Three characters is a great number. ^^ We can always NPC some characters for eachother, if two are alone, and the third needs someone to post with. ^^

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Mhm... I'm a perfectionist too.
I think we should create a roleplay though with a love triangle. Two girls and a guy, or two guys and a girl, who cares :) But I think we should. If we could find another person to join. Doesn't have to be these characters, I think I'd make a new one to be fair.

What do you think? :)

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I'm terribly autistic with stuff like that, I'm afraid. Haha... xD Kind of a perfectionist too. I can't help it. I have issues. O.O

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No worries about the French, I'm fluent too ;D
I liked him too, but we can use another person - maybe it'd work too with someone completely different?

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Truth... but it's so hard to find someone exactly like him, and I liked Jesse. xD Ah man... Fuck this! s'cuse my french...

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Same, I like Piper.
But, the drama could still ensue! If we started another RP, with someone that we could kinda' replace Jesse with.... :D

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I'm up for anything really but I'm definitely saving my character to use in other roleplays.

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The Avery/Piper thing sort of dies without Jesse. =/ I dunno, guys... Just seems so... eh, pointless. I was really into it, but now I'm like... blegh. O.o

Hate, hate, hate that this happened. =/ Think we should try something else, if you guys are up for it. I'll think something up... as soon as my imagination hits me on the head again. xD Right now I'm in school... danish, so yes.. language analysis. Doesn't get my imaginative mind rolling, really. xD