High school

Renee~


I didn't want to be late for the first day of school so I left home early and made a glamorous entrants in my brand new hummer my dad bought me. I love my dad for buying me such a great 16 birthday present. My birthday was just last week and I have been waiting for today for everybody to see my fabulouse car. I picked up my scheduale at the front office and headed for my first class hopefully one of my friends would be in there with me.

As I walked down the hall I notice people looking at me but I didn't mind, I love all eyes on me. I was so proud of my outfit I picked out for today. I was wearing my brand new purple knee lenght dress with a light mini jacket over it and my white high hills. I also had my moms birthday present to me a brand new coach purse.

As I entered my first period class English i look for a spot to sit. I say some weird girl hit her head against her desk talking to someone by the window. I didn't want to be seen by new students as weird and i didn't want the teacher to see me text in class so I just grabbed a desk in the back of the room.

okay...can anyone be Atram or Anevie's friend??


Atram

I came late at school By the time i came inside, the hallwasy was already deserted. I went inside a classroom to be greeted by a person who had banged her head on the table. That was awkward. Oh well...i've seen some ramdom things than that.

"Mr. Dace, why were you late?" the teacher asked me trying to calm his voice.

"Sorry sir, i was supposed to be here early but then i forgot to bring my books with me." i said calmly. The rest of the class was laughing but i did not feel guilt. It was an honest truth. The teacher directed me to the seat to the back.

"You're late again, are you, Atram?" Anevie looked at me through her glasses. I smiled before i waved her.
The teacher gave a sigh before he continue his lesson on the advancement of abstract on the 20th century starting with Kandinsky. I smiled as i leaned forward before someone nudge at my elbow.

*anyone can jump in here



Anevie


Atram was late again...typical...i sighed before i stared at the girl who bumped her head on the desk. I hoped she was okay. The teacher started the lesson about Kandinsky and i stared and listened attentively. I was already interested. I tucked in the book i was reading. I wanted to finished it today.

I looked at the girl at the corner of the room. WIth her gorgeous attire, i pursed my lips. I never like those kinds of girls. For me they are simply beauty with no brains. For me, i am brains but i alwasy wonder with the beauty.
I giggled silently when the teacher called my name.
"Ms. Redanan, tell me, how many compositions have Kandinsky made?"
"Ten, sir." i replied as she nodded in appreciation and sat down.
The gilr whom i had looked, look at me before she gave a demure smile.

*can anyone be Anevie's friend...please

I have to ask about something:
Do everyone go in the same class?
Like do we sit in the same classroom?

*Can someone bring Chloe into this? I don't want to post and mess up someone else's post.*

Bastian I'll be Aneive's freind (:

"Hey Aneive," I smiled. She was about the only one I knew in the class. She looked up from her book for a second and smiled.

"How are you, Bastian?" She asked. I sat next to her and playfully tugged the book out of her hands.

"I'm fine, and you?" I asked.

"Give it back," Aneive said streching her arm to get it. "How would you like it if someone took your guitar in the middle of you playing it?" I saighed and gave her her book.

"Fine. Anyway, a group of freinds are supposed to be meeting up at my mom's resturant tonight. You in?" I asked.

**I figuered this could be a meeting for everyone. (: I'll edit if it'snot okay.

Amberly - Seniors~

"Amberly, Andrew! It's school time!" Gracelynn, Amberly's step-mom yelled from the cash register, where she was ringing up an old couple for their breakfast. Amberly spun around on her skates, peeling off her apron as she skated to the back of the diner. It was always fun to wait tables during breakfast. The old folk were so hilarious sometimes, and kind too. She skated into the employee locker room, unbuttoning her work uniform shirt and exchanging it for her Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends shirt. Andrew snorted in laughter as he walked in, pulling on a white and blue polo.

"Dork," Andrew teased while Amberly slid into a pair of black Nike dunks. She smirked over at him before ruffling up with combed hair. He yelled after her in sheer annoyance while she ran out of the locker room, fixing her Aeropostale jeans before kissing her half brother and half sister on the foreheads before letting them get back to their pancakes. She yelled a goodbye to her parents and shot out the door, running to her black pick up truck.

When Amberly got to school she was greeted by a variety of people, high fiving some, hugging some, hip bumping a couple, and even glomping a few. She hated staying to one group, so she had at least one friend in every little clique. They had all been friends in middle school and Amberly was the once that kept them all together.

"Hey," someone pulled her shoulder and she glanced behind her, seeing one of the preppy girls. Amberly smiled widely and hugged the girl tightly, a smile adorning her face.

"Hey Jeanne, how was France?" Amberly smiled, talking about Jeanne's stay in France over the summer.

"It was amazing! I have some pictures I want to show you when you get a chance. Speaking of Chance, are you coming to his back to school party this Friday?"

"Ew, who has a back to school party?" Amberly asked, crumpling up her nose.

"Someone who has access to his parent's alcohol store while his parents are away for a week in Cabo San Lucas." A girl with choppy, multi-colored hair and snake bites smirked, laying one arm around Amberly's neck. Amberly smiled at Celia, the girl next to her and shrugged.

"I don't know. I'd have to see if Andrew was going." Both her friends rolled their eyes teasingly while Amberly chuckled and slipped away towards her English class.

"Amberly Marissa Grey! I can't believe you didn't even e-mail me over the summer!" A voice suddenly shouted. Amberly winced, knowing that voice well.

*anyone can jump in, I gots to go!*

“Nelly, it’s time to get up!” I heard my mum yelled from downstairs.
I got up and walked downstairs and Melanie made me some breakfast.
After that she drove me to school. I had dread me for months!
Starting at a new school isn’t easy. New people, new friends and new enemies.
At my old school I had plenty of friends, but when I moved I lost them all.

I took my bag out of the backseat and winked goodbye to my mum, before I walked towards the entrance door. There were people everywhere. Boys and girls were talking.

The bell rang and all the others went to their classroom. I didn’t know which I should go to, so I just knocked at a door. “Come in,” I heard a voice say from the other side of the door.
I opened the door and went in. “Oh, Mrs. Elanta, right?” he said, smiling.
“Nelly,” I said, too low for him to hear. “Well, take a seat,” he said, pointing at an empty seat in the first row.

I felt that everybody stare at me, but I didn’t care. I mean, why should I?
I couldn’t do anything about it. While I sat hearing what the teacher said, I heard laughter from behind.

“Something funny?” The teacher said, looked outward the class.

*Any one can make the noise..*

sure i'll be Chloe's friend


Atram

The whole class stared at me after i made a laugh.
"Mr. Dace," the teacher stared at me, "Can you please meet me after class. I got a little word to talk to you."
i gulped as the whole class laugh silently behind their mouth. I sighed.

The whole class flowed to the hallways after the class.
"what took you so long?" Chloe greeted me as she stood beside the doorway
"What took me so long was your mouth. Thanks for that."
"hey, it was not your fault...you had to listen to my jokes. You could have simply listened to the teacher." I lowered my head as i walked in to my form period. Chloe followed me though i noticed ehr staring at the popular people who stood by the side of the hallway.

"You're one of them, eh?" i said to her.
"No...No..I'm not, i was simply staring..." she said but i gave a smile before i continued walking.

"right...right you are..."


Anevie

"Sure, i'm in but Give me back my book!" i excliamed trying to chase Bastian.

"Sure, here you go..." he said as he closed the book taking out the bookmark.

"You dummy, look waht you've done. I can't remember what page i was in..." i said as i scowered the book trying to remmebr.

"Don't worry, its page 145..." he said as i foun dthe page i was looking for. I muttered a silent thanks before i walked off to my form period. Bastion gave me a goodbye wave before he went off

Boy...i muttered as i walked inside and noticed the boy who was scolded by the teacher listening unwillingly to a brown hair girl beside her.

*anyone can join in here

~Naomi Lynn Winters-11~

I didn't mind English, really, in fact, it was one class I actually enjoyed. But the first day...ugh...I never could stand the first day of school. Why did everyone want to make a good impression, and spend all of their time and money on the PERFECT outfit and the PERFECT school supplies. A waste of both of the above spent, if you ask me.

Sitting in the back of the room, my MP3 just loud enough to tune out the noise but not loud enough so anyone could hear. I was listening to Rumble on the High Planes, by Sweeny, trying to relax a bit. As usual, I was wearing jeans and a T-shirt. It would be a shame to disapoint those who though I might wear otherwise.

A girl with a purple dress came and plopped down right next to me, without really realising I was there. That's the kind of effect I have on people. Until they find out that I don't waste my time talking to the idiots in this school, or to the teachers that run it...or anyone for that matter. Then, they would verbally abuse me. Oh well, best years of my life, right? Best to ignore those who...well...really need to be ignored in order to seem the slightest bit intelligant.

The class started without me actually noticing it's start. The song I'd been listening to was over and my music compostion book was out on my desk. A complicated melody was written before my eyes and I had something I rarely ever had; composers block. It does exist, though it is quite unheard of next to writers block. My pencil hit the desk rapidly as I searched my mind for something, anything, to releieve myself of this block.

The earbuds were still in my ears, soundlessly, of course and the chord hit my arm. Staring ahead into nothing, I sung the music in my head. No one but the audiance in my brain could hear me, but it was enough. Then, it stopped ubruptly. I couldn't continue. Throwing the useless pencil on my desk, I turned to my MP3 for comfort.

hey... can someone bring me in im struggling to keep up with all my storybooks...

After the bell rang, every one walked out of the classroom.
I lifted my books up in my arms and did the same. Then I walked around in the hallway, trying to find a locker. After some minutes I found one.
I didn’t get it up at first, so I pulled it a little harder. Suddenly the locker opened and I heard a low “Auch.”

I saw behind my locker and saw a boy standing there, rub the back of his head.
“Hey, are you okay?” I asked, a bit anxious. He shook his head slowly. “Sure?” I asked again.

He looked at me. “Yes, I am,” he said slowly, like I didn’t understand what he was saying.
I turned around and put my books into my locker.
“I’m Desmond,” the boy said in a kind voice. “Desmond Miles.”

*Sorry it's short, but I have to tidy my bedroom.*

**Could somebody bring in Jason? Oh, and Jok, I don't know if you noticed, but our characters kind of have the same name. Could you change yours, please?**

Oh and could someone bring in Bastian as well. I'm not exactly sure where he's at at the moment. I'm a little confused.

Renne~

English was so boring, I was so bored i started to look around the class i almost jumped out of my seat when i realize a girl was sitting right beside me. I think her name was Naomi or something like that I didn't know and she wasn't the type of person i would talk to. Usually I don't reconize people who I didnt talk to but i was that bored and this girl was so tunned out with her mp3 in she could tune anything out. I was about to text one of my friends and tell them how bad my first class was but then thank goodness the bell rang. I left the class quicly and went in the hall to try to find the latest gossip and where all the other cheerleaders where going after cheer practice.

Bastian

The bell rang and I headed for my locker. I was humming the new tune I had started last night. It was really starting to evolve. I wasn't even realizing what I was doing when I bumped into a girl in a purple dress.

"I'm so sorry," I said, helping her up. She looked a little annoyed. I helped pick up her belongings and I handed them back to her.

"You alright?" I asked.

"As good as to be expected," she sighed. I smiled a little.

"Nice dress, by the way," I said. She looked me over.

"I'll take that as a compliment," she replied.

I nodded. "You should."

"I'm off to class. I have chemistry next. Not too excited about that. What about you?" I asked.