Mayston High

Jaime

Jaime giggled to himself as Caydence slid off her chair and onto the floor. Football manager, huh. Smiling, he sunk back into his chair, looking over at Liam.

"Your dad huh? I know how that feels. Listen, don't let him pressure you, make sure you let him know what your choice will be, not his." Liam slightly raised an eyebrow. "I'm the youngest in my family. I have 6 older brothers, all of which couldn't toss a football if their lives depended on it. I, on the other hand, can toss, catch, run, it's almost as if I was born to play, but I hate it. My father forces me to." He explained, lifting his hat off his head and scratching it.

[Farst Cresting - Senior - Art Freak]

The seat was much more comfortable than the armrest. This girl, Caydence, had slid to the floor, politely giving me the seat--which I thought was a little odd. Most of the girls that tried to hang around me preferred it the other way around. I smiled, slightly... or at least I think I did.

"Nothing much," I replied, her left eye making me more and more curious by the second, but I would be polite. "I am drum major, I roam around the halls most of the time, and with all these labels going around people have practically stamped my forehead with the words 'art freak.'"

Something happened on stage and the crowd went alive with laughter like someone being shocked back to life at a hospital. I zipped my jacket up halfway, feeling the air conditioning finally come on. Caydence really didn't seem to mind sitting on the ground, it seemed. That's a first, I thought, smiling.

"I don't think you're a freak,"

I laughed a little, surprised at what she said and then surprised again for me laughing. "Did you read the school newspapers last year?"

"Nope,"

"Well, I did, and found out that I was in a front cover story. It was the thing that sort of started the whole 'art freak' name goin' on." Confusion passed over her face, as if asking, What? So I went on. "I was hanging around in the art room, alone, one day. It got reeeaaally boring so I started to look for stuff to do,"

"And?"

"Okay, there are--well, were--lost of these ink bottles. So, I had this idea and..." I shook my head, letting my dark, blue-black hair fall into my face. "This was the outcome." A sly grin spread across my face as I watched her eyes go wide.

Liam Lauder - 7th - Art Freak/Soon To Be FootBall Player

"My dad died last year, car accident... I'm an only child and I think it would make my dad happy if I played, besides... it isn't like I have any other talent worth going for" I said and shrugged down into my seat, I felt so small by all of the football players. Why did I have to get my size from Mom? I asked myself.

~Colton~

I led Beauty to a spot in the bleachers as the preppy girls watched us. I ignored them totally and ignored everyone else and focused on Lora. She talked and talked about her summer and I didn't say a word. Soon her prep of a sister of hers was behind me.
"Hey Colton!" Mac's high pitched annoying voice seemed to squeal my name. I didn't look at her. I had already seen her skirt that she was wearing. It was disgusting. She had globs of make-up on. That's what I liked about Lora. She was plain and beautiful. No make-up and always had a dress on that reached her knees, just above, or just below. Her dress that she had on today was black and white. It had vertical thin black stripes and the rest of the dress was white. Also, it fitted her waist and flared at her hip. When mac wear's a dress it reaches mid-thigh and flares below the breast. She looks pregnant, but the other guys think that its atractive.
"Do you want to hang at the mall later?" I ignored her question until she asked it again. This time I looked at her.
"No, Mac. I don't. I am taking Lora to the art center after school. Thanks for the offer though." At this she did her pouty stomp and glared at Beauty. Then she flipped her hair and walked off. Lora started laughing.
"What is so funny?", I asked.

Pippa and Colt

Colt tapped Cameron's shoulder. "So are we going to practice this afternoon?"

"Yup." Carmeron looked at him confussed. "We will most every night."

"I knew that. Y'all aren't against people watching, cause I'm the one that drives Pip home and she's stuck here." He said motioning to Pippa who was just sitting there wishing she wasn't. "By the way this is my little sister, Pippa." Pippa smiled polightly.

"Naw, we don't mind. I've heard of schools that did. That's just garbage." Cameron smiled at her. "I'm Cameron." He stuck his hand out and she shook it firmly like she always did.


**Trying to bring my people in**

Lora McFerrin - 9th - Art Freak

I started laughing after Mackie walked off away from us, her furious glare directed at me for some reason.

"What's so funny?" Jake asked me and I smiled.

"Mackie seems to think that you belong to her" I said to him simply then started laughing again, Jake joined in, his white teeth shinning form inside his mouth. "Oh! Before I forget, because oyu know I will, are you joining Art Club this year? Miss Lauder is our teacher again" I announced, smiling.

~Colton~

"Of course. Only if you're in it though." I said. There was a silence then I spoke up, "What are you doing this weekend?"

Lora McFerrin - 9th - Art Freak

"Um..." I started and my cheeks went hot, "depends, MacKayla is getting Mom to take her to the mall and they may force me to go... But, other than that probably nothing or I might start working on a new painting I have and idea for."

~colton~

I looked down at my pants. I looked back up to her and asked her,"Would you mind going on a horse trail with me? I will let you ride Stawberry. She misses you." I waited while I noticed her flushed face and noted that mine was probably the same.

Cameron ~ 17 ~ 12th ~ Football player

Cameron was surprised at the girl's firm grip. He smirked at her, then Colt. "So, you play any sports? With a grip like that you've got to." Cameron winked at her seductively, recieving a glare from Colt. Cameron smirked at Colt mockingly, as if to say 'lol'.

*sorry... in a rush**

Pippa and Colt

"I ride but schools don't count that as a sport, course riding a horse is more of a sport then cheerleading." She replied. She smiled as Colt's anger boiled. He gave her a look that said get lost for a few minutes and she excused herself.

Colt

"Listen, you might be a team mate and all, and I'm fine with fellow players dating my sister. But I'm gonna warn you right now. You lead her on or anything of the sort I'll make sure you can never play football again." He said crossing his arms. "Course, you've got a little sister too."

Pippa

Pippa rolled her eyes as she stood far enough away acting like she was using her phone as she listened to his you hurt my little sister speach. She didn't mind it as much as it tipically chased away boyfriends, leaving her with never having a boyfriend.

Miss Maymoore-

I didn't go to the meeting in the auditorium. There was no need for it. I had been in my classroom since six getting everything ready. Another new school year. It was only my second year teaching, but I did know quite a few of the students well.

Most of the students I taught were uperclassmen, although you did get the odd sophomore that would excell at history and get bumped up.

My room was well organized, the desks all in rows, the posters evenly hung on the walls. I was playing some light classical music from the computer as students walked through the halls finding their first hour.

You could easily tell the freshmen from the sophomores, juniors, and seniors. The scared look on their face as the warning bell rang. Of course the first couple weeks teachers were leaniant on tardies.

I took a sip of my coffee and continued trying to write the story I had been working on. There was no luck, my life lacked so much meaning. Or so it seemed.

*So if there is any male students interested in creating drama. If you could um like come into her room by accident and be like "wrong classroom" or something. If not thats cool, I can cook up some other drama*

Cameron ~ 17 ~ 12th ~ Football player

"Dude, we're bros. My sister is your sister, your sister is my sister! We cool!" Cameron held his hands up defesively, grinning. He was just trying to add a bit of humor to the situation. However, Colt obviously didn't find anything funny. "I'd never harm or hurt a brother's sister."

Caydence suddenly looked up from her conversation with the girl she'd given her seat up to. "What about that big, bulky guy over there? You took his sister's virginity the night of the junior-senior prom. Then their's Coach's neice. You took her virginity in the ninth grade right before my incident. Then there's that girl you lost your virginity to when you were in seventh grade. She was in tenth, right? Anyway, you cheated on her the exact same night you lost your virginity to her. And, all those other girls that you set goals on. Like last year it was bang twenty-nine ninth graders. Then your sophmore year it was bang all the girls in the senior, junior, and sophmore class... Face it bro, you're a straight up man whore slash tease." Cay made a slash mark in the air and Cameron gave her THE look that said something along the lines of, NOT HELPING!

Caydence~ 16 ~ 11th ~ Art Freak/Emo/Softball Captain/New Football Manager

Caydnece chuckled and turned back to Farst, admiring the hair colour. "Wow, that's cool. My freshman year I filled a pool with black paint and made all the cheerleaders fall into it. It was hilarious. The very next day I dipped all the football jerseys that I could find into permanant black ink. You were here your sophmore year right? Do you remember that?"

Jaime

"Oh, my apologies. I'm sure it would really honor your father. Besides, we could use some newer guys on the team, not to mention another running back just in case I get hurt" Jaime smirked, nudging Liam on the shoulder. "Come to practice today, I'll give in a good word for you. Coach always listens to my good words." Jaime stopped as he heard Caydence explaining to the girl that had taken her seat how it was her who had dipped the jerseys in ink.

"Wait, what?" He said, sliding off his seat and crouching beside Caydence. "That was you? Good trick." Caydence nodded, smiling. Jaime noticed her staring into his ice blue eyes. He extended his hand to the girl on the seat. "The name is Jaime, Jaime...Padden."

Colt:

Colt looked at Caydence and then back to her brother. "Right." Pippa walked back over sliding into the seat next to him and she used his shoulder as a pillow again yawning.

"When is this dumb thing ever going to be over?" She asked.

"Who knows." Colt laughed back.