Mayston High

Farst- we're in period 2 Biology, you've already been brought in by walking in late by *I forgot the name X.X*, except she used the biology teacher and said it was algebra, but yeah, we're in period 2 lol*

Jaime

Jaime scowled. Standing up, he walked over to Sierra. "Alright, give it back." He said, holding his hand. She shook her head. Mr. Kepper had left the classroom for a moment to go photocopy some course outlines, meaning now was the time all the blond preps began to misbehave. "Sierra, give it back."

"Kiss me Jaime and maybe I will." She replied, flipping through the pages. He looked back at Caydence, who seemed very perturbed that her novel was in the hands of a prep.

"No, Sierra, now give Caydence the notebook back." He said, getting angry.

"Or what, the little emo girl will cry? Aww, we couldn't have her doing that at school, she does enough of it at home." Sierra smirked an lowered the novel, raising her chin. Jaime gripped the edges of the table angrily, his knuckles going white. After a minute of thinking Jaime moved his face closer to Sierra's, who was poised for the kiss. Just as their lips were about to touch, Jaime grabbed the notebook and stole it from her grip, whispering;

"You didn't think I was actually going to, did you?" Jaime walked back to Caydence and gave her the notebook. "So what's it about?"

*Oh, um, okay? I'll try to fit into it...*

[Farst Cresting - Art Freak]

I stumbled in, someone at the front that looked like he was kissing this girl, that other girl, Caydence to the left, and lots of other people. No one looked up from their conversations. Where was the teacher anyway?

I plopped my things onto a desk in the back, noticing from the clock that I was practically halfway late to class. Wandering through the halls really made time fly, I smiled.

"So, what's goin' on?" I asked in a yawn, lazily slumping into my chair.

Caydence ~ 16 ~ 11th ~ Second Period - Biology

Caydence bit her lip and sighed. "Thanks and nothing yet. I'm still getting my thoughts together. All thats in here are few exerpts from different novel ideas. I can't really, officially start till November," she laughed lightly, "Wierd I know but I'm hoping to win this year. Anyway, like the note said if you ever find a pitbull you want and your dad won't let you keep it you can always bring it over. My brothers will probably pick on it, but if Riley, the biggest wimp of a pitbull can stand it then I'm sure any other pit will be able to as well." Caydence laughed lightly and glanced over to Cameron, who was flirting with the blonde in front of him. "Bleh, well at least he's not drunk," Caydence sighed, looking back over at Jaime. "So, you've seen him drunk too, eh?" She asked and Jaime nodded.

[b]Jaime

Jaime nodded, smiling. "Unfortunately." Taking out an extra piece of paper, he began to scribble random things on it.

"So why do you hate your dad?" Caydence asked, drawing an x on the edge of the paper.

"He forces me to play football. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be playing. All 6 of my brothers can't play at all, but I can, so he always threatens me with various things if I don't play. He used to play, and has been a football coach at the local college for a number of years. He says he doesn't care what I major in as long as I join the team and make the NFL." Jaime crossed his arms on the desk and rested his head on them, looking over at Caydence.

Naomi

I glared at Farst, but he wasn't paying attention. Thoughts of something to say whirled through my head, I knew I had to say something to get my Ipod back, but it had to be something I wouldn't regret for the rest of my life. Maybe mother-dear is right and I do think things through too much.


"Eh-hem." I said, sticking my hand out, "My Ipod." I stated, he looked at me, yawning away.

"Hmm?"

"My Ipod-you stole it."

Colt:

"My fault really, I should've been watching where I was going." He smiled shrugging. "I'm Colt."


Pippa:

**Soemone bring her in. I haven't done a one liner in ages, **

Liz

"No! It's MY fault! Don't blame yourself. Well, I have to go to Biology! Nice metting you, Colt" Liz said, waving good-bye and walking away.

Sorry it's so short!

Caydence ~ 16 ~ 11th ~ Second Period - Biology : Teacher's out and she's talking to Jaime with Sierra glaring daggers at her.

Caydence smiled sadly. "That's how my mom was, but it was centered more on school. She didn't care that I was captain of the softball team or when I made the varsity basketball team in eigth grade, or even when I made the junior varsity team in seventh grade. She never came to a game and all she ever cared about was if I made lower than a ninety. My dad's the complete oppisite, even though he's never home, all he cares about is sports. I remember in third grade I'd made the highest grade on the the end of the year test and all he said was 'Um... nice. How's that arm getting? Pitching any better? How fast are you pitching now?'. My parents were so different it makes me wonder what ever brought them together. My mom wanted me to go to Princeton and all that stuff but my dad wanted Cameron and me to go to Stanford for its athlete percentage." Caydence sighed slowly, dropping her head onto Jaime's desk with a thud. "My dad's been a complete butthole ever since I was... er marked with my disibility. He always yells at my aunt that it was her fault for letting my cousin drive right after getting her license. He never comes to my games any more, only Cameron's and whenever I ask him to come he just asked why he should if all I'm going to do it strike out and stand in the outfield. Which I don't! I'm the captain for gosh sakes and he's such a butthole! He's also developed a drinking problem ever since my mom died. If you ever see a guy acting like Cameron when he's drunk then that's good ol' daddy." Caydence laughed dryly and sat up, doodling all kinds of sketches on Jaime's page.

Cameron suddenly tapped her on the shoulder, slipping a tightly folded piece of paper and a thick rubberbands over her shoulder. "Shoot Sierra right where her skirt stops," he chuckled. Caydence glared at him but set the paper up on the band, pulling it back and letting the paper fly. "Hornets are awesome!" Cameron whispered loudly, just as the paper stung Sierra in the thigh.

*hehe... yeah, I'm no longer doing this StoryBook... to much on my plate at the moment...*

[Farst Cresting]

"Your IPod?"

"Yes, in the auditorium, remember?"

I leaned back in my chair and dug into my pants pocket, smiling a little as I said, "You seem very tense... or nervous."

The girl, Naomi, looked taken back a bit and tensed even more. She grabbed the device out of hand, but didn't put it anywhere, just held it. I titled my head to a side and wondered why she was standing there as if a statue.

"Anything on your mind?" I stretched my arm over and jabbed her stomach; she jumped back and laughed aloud--quickly covering her mouth, face turning red. "Just checkin' to see if you were alive." I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing myself.

She glared at me, and I smiled wider.

*Ugh... I'm waiting for FinalFreedom to post for Jaime or Sierra... *sighs*

*sorry, family issues *

Jaime

Jaime covered his mouth as Sierra jumped up and screamed. The hornet had gotten her right on the inner thigh, not to mention scared her speachless. Jaime looked over at Caydence and began laughing. "Good one."

Naomi-11

Jerk. I suppressed a sigh and did my best not to crush my Ipod. Farst was grinning like an idiot (wonder why) and I did my best to will him to die with just my eyes. It wasn't working.

He jabbed me in the stomach again and felt the reflexive laughter creeping up her throat. She tried to force it down, but it ended up coming out as a choking giggle.

"Still alive." he confirmed again, smile glittering in his eyes. I stil didn't say a word but slipped the Ipod into my pocket.

[Farst Cresting]

"Hey, aren't you supposed to be in the 12th grade?"

I leaned my head back and though about it for a moment before responding, "Yes,"

"So why aren't you over there in your class?"

"Because you're funner than them!"

I reached over, but she caught me this time and quickly grabbed my hand. A wide smirk crossed her face and I smiled back. The smile disappeared, but mine remained. Naomi leaned a little closer and slammed her free hand on the desk.

"What is so funny?"

I looked down at my hand, then up at her. "You're still holding my hand,"