School of Crazy and Weird People

Damian

I wasn't hiding. That wouldn't be my style. I just didn't feel like being seen by the others and the auditorium was usually empty this time of day. Usually. I sat with my legs crossed behind the curtain, black dress covering all but my black shoes, black hair and pearly hands, neck and face. Bag at my side, book in my lap and open at a page smothered with black, squiggly lines. Of course, to the others it was just a printed book. Very boring.

The girl's voice was beautiful and I feared it. What if she was a white witch? Not that I was a black witch but everyone's open to experimentation, right? I put the book away, carefully closed my bag and tucked the jeweled necklace under my dress so that only the silver chain showed. I made it myself actually. Chose out the right stones and carefully crafted their shape and aligned them perfectly for just the desired effect. It helped me to read minds. Sometimes. But that night I couldn't get it quite right and all I could sense was happiness in its purest form and something else, something hiding behind the fragile barrier.

Then the doors of the auditorium burst open and the words of the song were cut short. I wished I could see what was going on but I heard at least two sets of footfalls as the others approached the stage.

Alaniata
16
Alana
111 pounds
5' 3"
Oh you'll see her personality at a later date!

(Could somebody else bring me in? I always feel really akward when I do that myself)

Okay, I'll figure something out for you, author.

Adri

I gasped, silencing the music as people entered the room.

I'd been heard.

And I turned, running from the room with enough speed to put a great distance between me and my new company; I collided with one of the doors with enough force to bruise a bone, but I didn't feel it. I was already out in the courtyard and running down another walkway, away.

I finally stopped, finding shelter in the empty lockerrooms in the back of the gym.

Yet I wasn't alone here, either. A girl, small and harmless looking, was sitting on one of the benches.

Great.

"Hello," Alania said looking up from her book, "why were you running?"

"Long story."

Alania shrugged, "alright, your own buisness. You look tired."

"I hit one of the doors."

"I heard that."

Alania could think of a thousand reasons for her to be trying to hide in here. One of them being why she was here. Even in the school of misfits there were standards for people. And she knew she didn't fit into those standards, but she wouldn't go back to her old school. She was just ignored here, she was bullied at home.

Instinctively she curled her left hand into a fist and squeezed.

Adri

I saw her tense, as if ready to strike out.

"I'm sorry if I've disturbed you, I just...needed an escape."

The girl shrugged, and kept on reading.

I took that as her acceptance, and I moved to sit at the other end of the room, with my back to the lockers. In my head, words played over and over again, but I kept them to myself. I bit my tongue as I forced the tune back and away, dismissing it entirely after several tries.

"I'm Adrianne, but everyone calls me Adri," I finally spoke up, trying to be nice for once.

"I'm Alaniata, but I hate it with a passion so I order anybody who'll speak to me to call me Alana. I'm the misfit among misfits."

"The what?"

"This is a school for misfits right? Well I'm not just a misfit, I'm flat out strange and people have a tendency to avoid me here."

"That must be sucky."

"ITs better here than it was back home."

I can't make a decent profile as of...well...now. I don't ahve time. Start throwing around the name Bella, a shapeshifter who is....fifteen, or so you think. I promise to make a profile when I get time...

~Bella~

Name: Lassie

Species/animal: Pony

Description/appearance: Black coat, white mane and boots and blue eyes

Character/Personality: Hopes to one day become a Stallion BABY!

Gender: Male.

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<Lassie>


Lassie trotted around the oval ignoring the muttering voices and curses about the pony on the oval.

He yelled out indignantly scaring half the people to death,

"I'm not a pony, I'm a stallion baby!"

This drew sardonic laughter. Lassie reared up and pivoted around to look at the mocking people.

Lassie charged them yelling obscenities at them.

They scattered before him screaming in fright, he snorted in evil pony laughter.

Slowing down to a canter he spied a red headed girl spasming on the grass and tall black green-headed boy standing over her.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING MAN?!?!?" yelled Lassie at the pair. Thinking perhaps the boy had bashed the red-head up.

He galloped over to them kicking up dust.

Swearing uncontrollably and coughing, the Green-Boy shouted angrily,

"None of your business Pony-Boy."

Damian

While the chatter of voices in the auditorium died down, I slipped my bag over my shoulders and edged around to the front entrance where I left the building. Most of the others seemed to be hanging in their usual little gangs dotted about across the field but not far from the auditorium, there was quite a commotion. A red headed girl was sprawled on the ground and stood over her were a strange pony and a green haired boy. They were shouting at each other though I couldn't make out the words.

The three intrigued me. There was an air of difference around them. I mean, everyone at this school is different but, well, they were different to the different people. I weaved closer, trying to be as inconspicious as I could which isn't easy when you're on your own.

"I'm not a pony-boy, I'm a stallion baby!" The horse snorted in objection.

"Go for a ride then," the green haired boy said.

"And let you hit her again? No way."

Nancy slowly opened her eyes and started at the sight that greeted her. She was staring up at the bottom of some guy's face - on top of which there was a thatch of green hair. The guy was arguing with a pony.

Nancy tensed and huddled up, then stretched out her hearing, feeling for the sound that had hurt so much before. The singer was still around somewhere...lurking, waiting...but the sound itself was gone. Relaxing, she stood abruptly, bouncing up between the pony and the green-haired guy.

"Hey there!" she grinned brightly at Greeny. "What's your name?"

Greeny rolled his eyes. "Well, look who's up and about already. Can I leave? I've been babysitting, and I have things to do."

"What's your name?" Nancy repeated firmly, sounding more like an order and less like a question.

"Cayman," he spat out reluctantly.

Nancy grinned and nodded her head, then turned to the pony. "Hey, are you a pony...or a baby stallion? I've never met a baby stallion before, but you look like one!"

Name- Bella
Age- looks 15...no one knows for sure
Species- Shapeshifter/vampire
hair- black, with violet tips (natural tips)
eyes- violet, turn black when mad
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Bella walked out of the school, walking in a random pattern, and hoping on occasion. She had her eyes closed, liking the dark more than the nature around her.

"Oof!" someone exclaimed. Bella opened her eyes, stumbling backward, but still looking graceful (vampires tend to do that).

"Oh sorry," Bella said, helping the boy to his feet. "Are you okay?"

**Now is where someone jumps in (crosses fingers)**

Damian

"I'm a stallion!" The pony agreed, looking very pleased with himself.

"That's what I thought," the girl repeated, "and what's your name?"

"Lassie and what might yours be?" the pony tapped a hoof against the pavement as he tossed his white mane back.

"I'm Nancy," the girl said. "You guys had lunch yet?" I edged closer, realising how hungry I was. Maybe I could get a table across from them and continue to eaves-drop on their conversation.

"Lunch sounds good," Lassie declared.

"Fine. Whatever," Cayman said.

<Lassie>


"Uhhh, lunch may sound great to you but uhhhh I have to umm graze on like grass." Lassie said indignantly.

Nancy giggled as if the pony had just said a joke.

He snorted angrily,

"What you making fun of me?"

Cayman intervened,

"No, I'm sure she wasn't but she was probably laughing because she's just crazy."

Nancy although happy Cayman had defended her was not as happy when he insulted her. Nancy began,

"How about we just all sit on the grass? That way Lassie and us can eat."

Lassie neighed in appreciation.

"Whatever."was all Cayman could say.

Lassie looked at the Green-headed boy, What's his problem? Is he retarded or something?

They all headed over to the grass and they all sat down.

Even Lassie who ahd managed to sit on his rump and balance while crossing his legs.

The others watched in fascination.

"Uhhhhh, question for you pony-boy, why are you a animal AND can talk?" Cayman asking the question everyone sitting around them was thinking.

Lassie sighed,

"Well, it goes like this. Here I am walking through the Park one day, walking by the park Lake this frog starts talking to me. Crazy I know, but at the time it made sense. It said stuff like, "If you kiss me I will turn you into a prince" or "I will turn you into a millionaire." So I kissed it. I didn't exactly know at the time it was a,"

Lassie paused to nibble on some grass, he began again,

"As i was saying, I didn't exactly expect and or know that it was actually a evil frog. It turned me into what you see today. A stallion, BABY!"

Everyone sitting around him glanced at one another,

"You expect US to BELIEVE THAT! You have to be joking me!" Cayman yelled while cracking up laughing.

Lassie turned his blue eyes towards the doubled over in laughter green-headed boy and said,

"If it was all a lie why would I tell you for and waste my time?"

Nancy who ahd been watching all this time intervened,

"Woh, guys stop. Lassie must be telling the truth and Cayman just beleive it for once. Okay? Okay."

Lassie began eating the grass again much to the amusement of the others.

Nancy shook her head. So had Lassie actually been a human?

"Cayman, am I crazy?" she asked abruptly. Her train of thought had been upset by that music, that piercing music, and her thoughts were jumping from subject to subject. She couldn't concentrate on one thing for very long.

"Well, it's not really objective. Compared to me, yeah, you're crazy. Compared to the people out in the world, the people who put people like you into asylums, compared to them...you're sane."

"What do you mean?" Lassie asked through a mouthful of grass.

Cayman took a bite of sandwich and shrugged. "They want to get us out of the way. They don't want to see us, hear us, or even know we exist. As soon as we come to this school, we stop existing. Those people out there, they pretend we're not there. That's true insanity."

"Someday," said Nancy dreamily. "They're crazy because of Someday."

Lassie shrugged - a difficult feat for a baby stallion - and rolled his eyes. "What the heck is Someday?"

Nancy smiled and recited in a sing-song voice; "Someday is the day that will come, when all of us who are outcasts, misfits, have been driven from society and forgotten by our peers - Someday we will rise up, break the walls of the asylums and 'special' schools, and regain our freedom. We will flood the world and teach those in it of the truths of life - that it's not always pleasant, but we have to live it anyway."

Cayman stared blankly at Nancy. "Wow. Where did you hear that?"

Nancy blinked, shook her head and frowned thoughtfully. "I don't remember. I just remember those words."

Cayman raised one eyebrow, then shrugged and went back to eating. "Yep, you're crazy," he remarked.

Damian

I watched them with fascination and a touch of jealousy. I knew their faces, I faintly recalled their names. They were the loners and here they were, forming a new group. How it twisted my heart to see it. I turned away and stalked back towards the school, other students melting away at my approach. I hated that.

I entered the classroom early so that I could take a seat at the back and once there I took my book out and leafed through a few pages until the first student entered the room. It was her. The red head. I slipped my book back into my rucksack and watched as she took a seat on the row in front of me, closely followed by the green haired boy and the pony who shifted a chair and then stood in its place.