Mayston High

Pippa:

Pippa walked in the algebra 2 room and looked around swallowing. She slipped into a corner in the back of the room and setting her bag next to her. She looked at Cameron and some of his buddies joking around and hanging out while the teacher got stuff passed out.

Maybe I should've just schooled myself. She thought. This isn't working to well at all.


***NO MORE CHARACTERS WE HAVE TO MANY!!***

seriously... no more! XD

[Farst Cresting - Senior - Art Freak]

"Hm," I turned in my seat and hung my legs over the side facing the aisle. "Oh, I think I remember reading something about that, and hearing. That was you?"

She nodded, grinning, and I smiled slyly in admiration. "That is cool,"

Something in the background started to grow louder and louder until it was clearly in earshot. I turned my head, seeing a girl sitting behind me with earphones in her ears and an IPod in her hand. She looked back at me for a brief moment then darted her eyes elsewhere. I reached over a plucked one of the earphones out, putting it in my ear.

"Hey! I-"

I put my finger to her lips, quieting her. She automatically closed her mouth and I pulled my hand away, listening to the music, nodding my head to the beat. "Ooh... I know this," I pat my knees to the beat of the snare in the back. It was me playing it anyway. "How'd you get this on your IPod?" I stretched back over and picked the device out of her hand, looking through the playlist absently. She sat there, dumbfounded.

"Would you like to listen, too?" I asked, glancing towards Caydence who looked as shocked about me as the girl.

~Shaun~

I walked in the school doors and immediately was greeted by many.

"He-ey, Shaun."

"Hey," I said. I waved at about a million people before I reached the bathrooms. I watched two twin girls walk by me and giggle. I looked at them and winked. It made one of them giggle even more. I have to admit, they were both hot. I caught up with them and smiled.

"I have never seen you two around here before. What are your names?" They both seemed to answer at the same time.

"I'm Lana and this is Lois."

"I'm Lois and this is Lana." When I said at the same time, I was serious.

"Well, Lana, Lois, where did you guy's come from?" Again at the same time.

"Covington, Washinton."

"What grade are ya'll in?"

"Ninth", again, at the exact same time. It was like they read eachothers minds. I honestly thought it was cool.

"Well, I'm in tenth. I guess I will see you hotties later", I said pointing at them both. Okay I came on a little to fast. I smiled as I walked in my homeroom. I was greeted by everyone once again. I felt great.

Jaime

Jaime took his seat beside Cameron, rubbing his shoulder where the boy had grabbed him. "Learn to loosen your grip Cameron, jeez." He said, grinning at Cameron. He couldn't help but feel his eyes wander towards Caydence, who sat backwards in her chair daydreaming.

"Okay, class, welcome to home period Algebra. My name is Mrs. Parker..." Jaime rested his head on his arms, lying them flat on top of the desk.

[Farst Cresting - Senior - Art Freak]

"Boring, boring, boring..." I skimmed the list of classes on my schedule with a daze looked on my face, randomly ambling through the halls.

I'd stumble upon one of my classes sooner or later--I always did. Other students from various grades started piling into the hallways around me. Go with the flow, I told myself, following a group of seniors. A teacher that passed me gave me one of those "evil eye" glares, but I smiled back and waved half-heartily.

Suddenly the group split up into opposite directions and left me standing within the middle of a cross road. The crowds were getting thinner. I glanced at my schedule again: Algebra.

"Farst!" A sharp, burning voice called; I cringed.

"Good morning, Mrs. Parker."

She gave me a wicked smile, glad that I was out of her class probably. "It's odd, seeing you that is. I was so sure you would finally leave this school and run off to college. Dreams of being a lazy artist that would sleep 3/4 of the day and spending the rest staring at canvases."

"That's still my future goal," I said calmly.

"Yes, well, go off to class."

I turned and started walking, but as soon as she stepped into a classroom, I followed behind. Stalling was one of my greatest qualities. Some of the students gave me strange looks, one, in particular, Caydence. I smiled crookedly and waved, almost laughing aloud and blowing my cover as I took the exact same steps behind Mrs. Palermo. I was like a shadow, that should deserve congratulations.

But this little moment of fun was quickly burst when she turned around. "Mr. Cresting!" she practically screamed.

"Yes?"

"Leave. Now."

"But I needed to ask you a question," I replied in a fake serious.

"What?"

"I need to know where a class is," she gave me the most evilest glare I could imagine, but before she could answer I turned towards the class--towards Caydence. "Or, someone could take me?"

Elizabeth

Liz walked into Algebra late, as usual. She hid my face with my hair and grabbed a desk. While opening her notebook to take notes, a note fell onto her desk.

Hey, Babe, the note read. Liz wrote back, Hey, Justin! What's up??

Liz kicked the note with her foot, without the teacher seeing the note. A few second later the note flew back on her desk.

Nothing. I'm going to miss you next period.

Liz was shocked at what he had written. She didn't know what to write back. Right then another note flew on top of her desk.

Hey, what's up
-Josh

She looked in the direction the note came from and saw a boy sitting in the desk next to her.

The whole period Liz wrote notes to Justin and Josh, managing to not get caught.

The bell rang. Liz got up waved to Josh and hugged Just good-bye. Liz walked into the hallways bumping into someone.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you." Liz apologized. Liz looked up and saw a gay stand there. "Hey, I'm Elizabeth, but you can call me Liz." She said taking his hand and shaking it.

(there you go TNCowgirl!)

****Someone bring me in please****

Can i claim Trent for Emma, i will post pictures on monday. if trent and emma go out it could be secret because shes emo and your popular.

Name:Emma

Age:16

Gender:female

Grade:11

Class Schedule:

1~Creative studies

2~Biology

3~Literature

4~Drama

5~History

6~Music

7~Free Period

Personality:she quite shy and silent but when she can trust you she will be open minded an a fun person to be with.

Other:shes an emo kid.

I will make other characters

*sorry but no more characters are allowed, we have to many*

**Sorry I was gone for the weekend**

Caydence~

Caydence threw her arm into the air, bouncing in her seat. "Mrs. Parker! I'll take her! Please, please, please?!" Caydence wiggled impatiently, her arm still flailing in the air. Mrs. Parker knew that she'd never here the end of it from Caydence if she didn't let her go. Mrs. Parker sighed and sat down, glaring at Farst before waving Caydence off absentmindedly. Caydence squealed and flew out the door, Farst soon catching up. "I hate my math teacher with a passion," Caydence laughed aloud, Farst laughing along. "She hit on my dad almost the day after my mom passed away, even though she was married. She only marries into money." Caydence stuck her tongue out in disgust. "Anywho, what class is it?" She grinned, slipping Farst's schedule out of her hands and looking over it.

Naomi-11th, first period- Algebra

I easily suppressed a smile as Farst made Mrs. Parker's face red face start to gain it's normal color again. I watched Caydence and Farst leave with a grin on her face. Part of me wished I would have been able to leave this stupid class. The only part of math I even tolerated was fractions because music was fractions.

Ignoring everything she was saying, I thought about any random topic that popped into my head. One topic seemed to come back to me for some reason: Farst.

I knew him only because he was drum major of the band. He probably didn't know who I was, and that was okay. To my surprise, a smile started to form on my lips as I remembered how he'd taken my Ipod. That's why I couldn't get him out of my head! He stole my Ipod, he'd probably just forgotten to give it back but still, he stole my Ipod!

Trying to decide whether to laugh or to storm out of the room in a rage. The storming out of the room part was appealing, but I might get in trouble if I do that. So a stupid grin that no one's ever seen on me appeared on my face.

[Farst Cresting - Senior - Art Freak]

A crooked grin started to form on my face as the door closed behind the two of us. Caydence was absently skimming through my schedule, looking for my class on the map on the back. I shook my head for two reasons: 1) I knew where my class was and was really just stalling 2) Caydence called my a she

"Um, Caydence?"

She looked up casually. "Hm?"

"You do know I'm a he, right?"

"Yeah, duh."

"You were saying... she."

Her mouth dropped into a little O as the look of understanding passed over her face. Caydence suddenly got into a fit of saying sorry about a million times and then we burst out into laughter. A teacher found us, knowing me from the year before, and sent me off to class and Caydence back to hers. I shoved my schedule back into my pocket, finding with it... an IPod.

A name popped into my mind--one that I now remembered. The face of the girl from the auditorium earlier in the day was suddenly so familiar now: Naomi.

MacKayla McFerrin - 9th

I walked to my locker and took out my books, boredom stricking down on my hard.

"Hey!" said someone from beside me...

*sorry for shortness... massive writer's block*

*ahhh! too many characters.I'm still lost...should I go to my ...wait...I forgot my characters name...help?"