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Charlie

"Get a life," I smiled. "Get rid of your lazy eye, get some decent friends and stop dressing like a drag queen."

"Dad!" My sister practically yelled the house down. "Charlie's upsetting me!"

Laughing, I left Abigail's room. She was still shouting for my dad when I left the house, slamming the door behind me. My sister was such a brat; and I wasn't over exaggerating when I said that she looked like a drag queen. She really did.

Twenty minutes or so later, I was standing by my locker. I'd forgotten the combination. Again.

"8619." I heard Axley's soft voice behind me. "You really need to write that down Charlie."

"Too much effort," I shrugged, opening the locker.

"Everything's too much effort for you." She rolled her eyes, giggling quietly.

I turned around to face her. Axley looked more and more bizarre every day.

"I'm liking the whole dead zombie chick look Ashely dear..." I laughed.

"Very funny Parker. Don't go calling me Ashley! It actually makes me shiver! Anyway, aren't you late for English?" She asked.

"Yeah," I shrugged. "But Mr.Brooks is a child molester. I hardly want to be spending my days with him watching me, do I?"

Axley simply laughed at me. She turned around and headed down the corridor, still giggling slightly. I did have my theories about Mr.Brooks, I must admit. He always seemed to stare at the guys in his class. God knows what he'd be like if he taught sports...

I missed hanging around with Axley sometimes. In fact, I missed hanging around with all of the goths sometimes. Ah well, that's life. You win some, you lose some.

Elana-
I walked towards my locker and quickly grabbed my Literature book and hurried towards class. Tedde made me late talking to some chick on the phone when he should have been driving. I sighed, it's not easy having a prep for a brother. I slipped into class a second after the bell rang.
" Your late," Mr.Henderson barked.
" I'm sorry, Mr.Henderson," I mumbled. He turned back towards the chalk board.
" Don't let it happen again," he said with his back to me.
" Sure thing!" I slipped into the back of the classroom and kept my head down.
" Turn your books to page 347..." I opened my book and no later than that a folded airplane landed on it. Looking around quickly, I opened it: Didn't have enough time to put on your eyeliner Gothy?
I sighed and crumpled up the paper.
Tedde:
"..so I was just wondering if you could maybe hang out sometime tonight since its Friday and everything." I smiled at one of the lowerclassmen that I made the mistake of calling cute the other day. Now she wouldn't leave me alone. I smiled at her and closed my locker door.
" I'll think of it," deciding to push it a bit, I gave her a hug. " Bye, see you whenever." I could pratically see her swooning. The bell rang and I jogged off towards gym class, slipping in before the coach could spot me. I headed to the showers and slipped in with a few of the other soccer players.
" You're late Tedde," one of them said. I had water in my eye so I really couldn't see who it was.
" You say that like you're surprised," I laughed.

Meggie:

I stood in the gym room staring up at the rope tied to the roof. I heard Lana gulp next to me.

"He doesn't literally suspect me to climb that, does he?" She said disbeliveingly.
I grinned at her! I hated to admit it, being goth and all, but I was sporty...very sporty.
And climbing ropes was just a relaxing walk in the park.

I turned and stared at Lana, her hair did look pretty today. She bit deeply into her lip staring at the top of the roof.

"It won't be that hard" I laughed flexing my fingers.

"Are you joking me. I had trouble getting out of bed this morning." I couldn't help but giggle.

"Ritchie!" The coach shouted over his clip board.

"If he doesn't stop shouting I swear..." Lana began before being interupted, "You're up on the rope!"

Nodding I jumped for the rope, it began to swing but that was the fun of it. Closing my eyes I tried to imagine I was some where else, like in a jungle climbing a vine. Opening my eyes again I stared down to see I was already half way there.

"Take your time!" Lana called up cupping her hands around her mouth, "I am up next!"

Axley

Urgh. Gym. Hate it. If the school isn't whining about the facial, it's whining about how I have to get up a stupid rope and jump on command.

That is why, as usual, I was stuck in the toilet. I liked the toilets. They were a quiet place, unless preps were in there, squealing about their make-ups, their fake-ups. Still, mostly, I could just crouch there, feet on lid, and read H.P Lovecraft, Edgar Allen Poe, the works.

I almost knew it couldn't last.

"Ashley! Get out of there, OK?"

Stupid prep. Wouldn't know the meaning of 'apocalyptic' if it punched her in the face, as I eagerly wanted to do.

"Make me. And it's Axley."

"Listen, either you can get out, or I can call in the teachers. I'm sure they can make you."

I groaned as I swung open the cubicle door, glaring at the prep who forced me out. She looked the same as any of them, pretty, happy, popular, befuddled as to the current facial.

"What're you staring at?" I was going to miss having the make-up; it was almost gone, leaving me with just Skull and Joker, both of which were OK, but got more people whining at me. I was definitely joining the deadwalk this year.


**Note: Deadwalks (zombie walks) are when people dress up as zombies and walk a marathon.**

Charlie

"Parker, you're late." The gym teacher spat in my face.

I hadn't bothered to learn his name. I just called him Brian instead, it was easier.

"Nah, you're all just early." I winked at him.

Muttering something under his breath, and giving me one last glare, Brian jogged towards the rest of the class. Touchy, I thought to myself. He should have looked on the bright side, I hadn't even turned up for English.

We were playing soccer, one of my many hated things to do. I mean, seriously? What kind of pleasure does kicking a ball around get you? It was better than football though, I guess. I wish that girls did sport with us. I'd enjoy that. Even though when I talked to them, I'd make a complete prat out of myself. I still think that they should have done sports with us though... in skirts.

Lana:

"Lana! You're up next!" The coach shouted when Meggie reached the ground. When I passed by her I muttered "So much for going slow!" she grinned widely "I couldn't help it." She muttered back.

My head tilted back as I looked to the top. I felt my palms begin to sweat "Don't choke!" Meggie said teasingly. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the rope. I pulled myself up and climbed a little. I was proud off myself...at least until I looked down and saw I was a foot off the ground. I groaned and troubledly climbed the rope. Midway I looked down and froze.

I clung to the rope and coach yelled "Okay Lana, just come down." I shut my eyes tight and felt my hands burning. I slowly inched down and when I almost touched the ground I slid and my hands began burning "Ah!" I squeled. I jumped up and down blowing on my hand saying "Ow ow ow ow ow! Rope burn! Oh god that hurts." Meggie pulled me over and grinned at me. I stuck my tongue out at her despite the fact that I knew that it was what elementary schoolers did.

She flung her arm over my shoulder and said "You messed up your hair." My hands flew up to my head and I flattened it. She began laughing and I punched her lightly "You are so mean! That wasn't even funny!"

Hey, can I join. I could be a goth if you guys want. I also just need a storybook to be in. I haven't done one yet. I assume your answer will be yes, but if not, I will delete this post and my character bio.

Name: Alexander Steele (goes by Zander)

Gender: Male

Clique: Goth

Appearance:

Spoiler

Personality: Zander is pretty quiet and deep. He will not fight for your attention but will captivate it when he gets it. He is also funny and protective. He will fight for what he believes and his confidence can be seen from a distance. Zander is also friendly, though, especially girls, he does not now how to relate to. You must give Zander sometime, but he will eventually become a trusty friend and ally.

Likes: Purple, anime, tattoos, and Chinese lettering. He also loves drawing and spray paint.

Dislikes: He hates the jocks and preps, despises them really. He doesn't really like sport either. He doesn't like sunny days or going outside unless it's to get muddy on a rainy day.

Open to a relationship: yessuh

Other: I am afraid that sense I kind of started this late, Zander will have no friends. Please be his friend. I can either bring him in, or you can.

I’ll bring you character in Valentine. (^.^) I hope thats okay Fiction?

Meggie:

“That is why,” I said waving my hands above my head. “I, Meggie Ritchie, am the best!” Lana began to laugh shoving me into one of the basins in the girl’s bathrooms. Stumbling away I began to giggle loudly making a few people turn to look at me weirdly.
“You are so full of yourself!” She laughed as we walked out of the bathrooms.

She began to play with her hair flattening down so it looked even more stylish.
“I am not full of myself” I said smiling mischievously, “Just a little…”
“Full of yourself!” Lana interrupted. I poked my tongue out at her and watched as other students walked out from their classrooms.

“Hey Lana!” I said loudly, “Isn’t there supposed to be something on some time this week?”
She shrugged her shoulders staring aimlessly down at her shoes, “Not that I know? Hmm wait I think their is a disco this weekend, but I just think.” She arched an eyebrow. “Hey remember how you use to do that dress up thing in primary school?” She added here eyes glittering with memories.
“What do you mean? I still do it, didn’t you notice my pirate outfit!” I made an offended face. "And after I worked so hard on it too!"

“Watch out idiot you’re going to crash…” Lana reached out for my hand, I frowned. Maybe I shouldn’t have been walking backwards in a hallway. I smacked into someone sending the both of us toppling to the floor.

I groaned slightly as I rolled off the person I had bumped into. Opening my eyes I stared up at a gothic looking guy, his eyes looked dazed as if he had just woken out of a dream.
“I am so sorry!” I said getting to my feet and offering my hand.
“Fool” Lana shook her head sniggering at my stupidity. The boy took my hand standing awkwardly to his feet. I grinned, “My name is Meggie and this is my friend Lana!”
“Zander” he blinked. I grinned, “Are you new?”

Tedde-
I kicked the soccerball into the goal one last time after the bell rang and jogged back to the showers. After washing up really quickly I threw on my clothes and headed out towards the Science room.
" Morning, Jack," I waved towards the teacher and he glared at me.
" It's Mr.Rodgers!"
" Sure, sure," I sliped into the back of the class and got prepared for sleep.

I could make a character that can be a floater, sort of if you need me too. I think I can juggle this one with mine as well.

Zander

Her hand felt warm but I let go. My lips cracked into a smile.

"Are you new?" Meggie asked with a smile. My hand brushed against my hair. Okay, I'm a bit of a fashion freak.
"No actually," I answer and shrug, "Guess I'm kinda invisible.That's probably why you hit me."
Lana let out a laugh. "No, she just clueless." My eyes narrow. Hmmm....
"Hey, are you wearing a pirate outfit?" I asked. Maggie's eyes widened in surprise.
"Yes! How'd you know?" Maggie glared at Lana. "See, I knew it was obvious!"
"Hey, where are you guys' lockers?" I asked.

Meggie~

“Mines just a few down from that. The one with the pictures on it” Lana muttered going on her tip toes to find her locker.

“I think my locker is over there” I pointed to a clatter of large silver cabinets. People crowded around them trying to get their books. “Wait…I don’t think it is over there. Maybe it’s back the way I came or maybe it’s….” I closed my mouth suddenly as I realized I had forgotten where my locker is.

“You have forgotten where it is again haven't you!?” Lana teased childishly, I let my mouth gape before nodding solemnly. “Yeah Pretty much.” I said under my breath.
I heard Zander stifle a laugh, placing his hand across his mouth. Lana wasn’t as polite, she began to laugh loudly holding on to her sides as her laughter grew.

I pushed Lana slightly, “No I do remember where it” I said waving my hands in the air, “Okay I don’t! But I know how to find it!”
I walked up to a locker and hit it squarely in the middle with my fist. I began to move down the line striking all the lockers that people weren’t poking through.

“What are you doing?” Zander asked. Striking the last locker I groaned in relief as it opened revealing books cluttered in every nuke and cranny.
“Hitting them” Lana informed, “her locker opens at the feel of her hit. That’s how she never loses it”

I grinned back at Zander to see a glimmer in his eyes a smile stretched across his face.
“What have you got next?” I called pulling out my teddy bear bag.

Zander

"Um, honors English, you?" I answer. Maggie glances down a bunch of papers in her bag.
"Um.....oh, English. What'd you say again?" she muttered. I shook my head at her in disbelief. Lana let out a laugh.
"Do you have Mr. Showell?" I asked. I slid my hand into my pocket and froze as I clutched the end of a knife. Crap, I had forgot to take it out. Mother!
"Yeah, do you?" My head is spinning. What was I going to do? "Zander!"
"oh, uh, yeah I do. I guess I'll see you there. Sorry, gotta go."

My converse slapped hard on the floor as I sprinted to my locker. If I was caught with thing, I was dead. I hope Maggie didn't feel offended. An really? I can't believe she was in my English class. My breathing was heavy as I finally reached my locker.

Meggie~

I blinked slightly as I watched Zander running away. Okay, that was weird? I turned towards Lana who shrugged.
“What have you got?” I asked her she shrugged again this time a smile cracking across her face.
“I think Art?” She added, “Oh did I tell you I got an A on my painting”
I shook my head. Lana was so talented with painting, me, I couldn’t even draw a straight line with mucking it up somehow. Picking up my books, I began to walk towards my english class.
“See you at lunch!” I called over my shoulder. She nodded waving at me, I watched as she began to talk to someone walking into the midst of students.

I walked towards my english class, the soft ring of voices following after me. I looked up at the door, paint was beginning to peel from the top of the door.
“English…most lame of lame classes!” I muttered opening the door.

There was a few students here and there but most of them still hadn’t arrived. I looked up at the clock, I was early. Walking towards the back I sat down heavily looking up at the roof.

There was a gummy bear stuck to it hanging lifelessly. I looked up to see the door open, a few girls walked in gossiping to each other. Their blonde hair was perfect, behind them in walked Zander.

I called out his name patting the seat next to me.
He blinked when he saw me than nodded, “I saved you a seat!” I grinned pulling back the chair.

Zander

I swung my bag onto the floor and slid into my seat.I'm kinda glad that she wanted my to with her. Well, she would probably just drop me like I'm hot after she gets bored. Girls are fascinated with me because they think I'm so strange. Than, they find out that unlike my style, I'm pretty normal. I brush my hair out of my eyes. The bell rings, signaling class to start.

What they didn't know was that, even though they thought I was normal, I was far from that. I was a free running, anime drawing, drug using freak. I liked myself. Okay, some peopel may call me a pot-head, but my true friends accepted my for who I am. Drugs. I actually don't remember the knife in my pocket at all.

I looked over at Maggie, and gave her the 'im sorry' look. She nodded he head and looked away. I took a pen out of my bag and motioned for her to give me her hand.

"What?" she asked, but gave me her hand anyways.
I didn't answer her. i drew in red ink on her inside forearm. The writing was in Chinese, three characters.
"What's is it. What's it mean?" she asked. I shrug my shoulders.
"It should say friendship never breaks. Nut, chances are it says something like I am a overweight woman."
"Faces up to me!" Mr. Showell ordered. I slumped into my chair. School could be so boring.