been killed.( ended)

please two more people and if you have a person made all ready you can do another one but boy only.

Hey! I have a character in this story already but I could create her brother or something if you like. I'm sure I can keep track of both. Tell me if you're interested and I'll create Cass's brother or cousin or friend etc

Yes great and I think it should be a friend because there is going to be sides so there could be some friend drama. Maybe you have been both child hood friends and trained in hand to hand combat. What do you think

I could also write for another guy if you need me to.

ok full now we will start after every thing is done. Im downing a count down 6:30 tomorrow we will be starting

OK, guy character:

Name: John Cobb
Look: 5 feet 8 inches, skinny, messy brown hair, gray eyes, glasses, wears t-shirts, fleece jackets, jeans, and tennis shoes.
History: John's dad died when he was three years old, and he has lived with his mom ever since, moving every two years or so. Because he had to change schools so often, he's never felt entirely comfortable in social situations. He and his mom never really understood each other, so they both agreed that the boarding school would be a good choice.
Personality: John is reserved, a little awkward, and sometimes naive. He trusts others too easily, and he knows it, but it's in his nature to be optimistic, so he can't help making friends (when he can bring himself to speak up). He's smart, and he can be a leader, but chooses not to.
Love: yes

ok so what parent was a the figher im thinking the father right

OK START NOW!!!!!!!!!!

Guy Character. Friend of Cass.
Name: Jeremy Jones
Look: He looks kind of Gale in the hunger games. He's a little shorter and has longer hair and a rounder face but basically the same.
History: Jeremy also is an orphan like Cass. They met when both he and Cass were placed in the same foster home when they were 15 (see Cass's history). They did not become friends instantly, but over the next couple months they learned to trust eachother and became like brother and sister. They both figured out they had some special talents so both were sent to the school.
Personality: He is quiet and understanding. He would rather listening than talk. He is very smart but few people know him. He has a very mysterious character and will be explained more in detail during the story. His personality will be shown more over time.
Love:Probably

Alen Hayward

"Wow this is so cool I never thought that I would never get here but now I'm here it's so cool" I said looking around. I see the dorm's off to the right and I looked at my sheet saying where to go and get my room number and what dorm I'm in. I headed strait to the largest building and on my map it says it's the gym. As I walk in some people look at me and others whisper to there friends because I'm one of the 8 highest Elite family's for the first years. I walk up to a table with a calm looking middle aged man siting at it and I ask " is this where I get my key and room for where I'm going to be living?"
"Well You did get all that right but all I need is your name so you can be off" he said rude fully.
"My name is Alen from the Hayward family" as I said that his smile was gone and he was bowing at my feet saying sorry."Please don't do that I just want people to be normal around me ok so stop and give me what I wanted" I said as calmly as I could. He handed me a envelop with a number and a silver key on it "thank you I will be off now" I walk away well opening the envelop and looking at the writing.

Dear Alen Hayward

You and the other high family's will be in a house's on the west side of the school for you will be having some special training. Your house as you can see is number 4 for it is written in this envelop as well the other will have there own house's close to yours take care.
from the Headmaster Arron

I was shocked that I got my own house and not a dorm that I would have to share but now I don't have to worry about that. So I followed my map and when I looked up and saw my house I was staying in I was socked it was a white two story house with a nice little flower garden. I walked up to the door that had a 4 on it put my key in the slot and opened the door when I looked around I found that all my cloths and other things where in the living room as I walked in. I took a tour of the house and decided that I should put my stuff away and go and see the grounds.

John Cobb

I stood indecisively in the middle of the courtyard, looking around in fear. I had no idea the campus would be this big, and I was completely lost. I fidgeted awkwardly for a few seconds, wondering where to go, when I saw a table across the courtyard, with an adult sitting behind it. Maybe he'd know where I was.

"Excuse me," I said, walking over to the table. "Um...what am I supposed to do?"

"Today we're just moving in and getting everyone settled," the man explained. "If you could give me your name, I'll tell you your dorm assignment."

"John Cobb," I said.

The man's eyes widened, and he fell to his knees and bowed deeply.

"Whoa!" I exclaimed, quite alarmed. "Stop that! What's going on?!"

The man scrambled to his feet, brushing off the knees of his pants. "My apologies, sir," he stammered. "I didn't know..."

"Didn't know what?" I asked nervously. "Because I didn't know either..."

The man looked at me like I was crazy. "You're from the Cobb family." He said it as if it was one of the most significant things he'd ever told someone.

"Yeah?" I said. "Does that...mean something?"

The man sat down behind the table and offered me a key. "Just ask Alen about it," he suggested. "Alen Hayward. He lives right next to you. You're in House 5. Have a good evening, sir."

Sir? What was that? And what was up with all the bowing? I hoped Alen would have an explanation.

Jeremy Jones

It looks like we're not the first to arrive. As we enter the courtyard I see there is already a guy talking to a man behind a table. Then suddenly the man does a weird thing, he starts bowing to this dude that looks our age! I look at Cassandra for answers but she keeps watching the the two. We could be siblings, Cass and I. I mean it wouldn't be that strange... When the other guy walks away we head to the table ourselves.
"Um... Hello!" says Cass. She's rarely nervous so the way she's acting is kind of strange.
"And you are?" The man asks slowly.
"Cassandra and Jeremy," Cass pauses a moment. "Anderson," she finishes. Anderson! I think. That's our foster parent's surname. I'm confused. As always, Cass knows exactly what she's doing and I'm left in the dark.
"But we're not siblings," Cass adds quickly. "We just... um... happen to have the same last name."
The man is looking at us strangely. He's about to get up when I say,"No, it's OK. We're just normal teens. Forget all the formal stuff." I had seen how he acted when the other dude spoke to him and I didn't want the same to happen to us.
"Oh sure," says the old man. "Here are your house keys. Two of them." He hands each of us a key and a note.
"Thanks," I say as we walk off. I have no idea what this campus looks like so I probably would just have to walk around looking for it.
"Ok, we're here," says Cass. What! She brought a map! This girl thinks of everything. "So we just have to make our way around this building and to the back. We're in our own houses!" she says emphatically. I'm not sure I like that idea. I've never lived alone before.

Jessica Sparks

I walked into a huge hall. I saw people so formally dressed and people kept looking at me because I was just wearing a check- black and white shirt and denim shorts. I looked like a perfect town girl. I saw a man, who was straight to where I was standing.

I guess, I make my first move to that man.

I dragged my foot and I saw a kid holding his ears. He frowned at me, tried my best to not drag it anymore. I reached the desk, and looked upon at him. He was on the phone so, I waited. It took forever for him, to put the thing down and then he turned to me, with a warm smile.

"I'm sorry. I was on an important call. May I help you?" The odd man, asked.

I looked a little frightened, but spoke, "Uh.." I looked around, "Yes... Actually, I'm a student and I'm quite new to this place. May I have my room and keys?"

He scowled a little and said, "Of course. I'll just need your name and you can be off."

"Jessica Sparks. From the Jacob Spark family. I'm his daughter." I said, and smiled.

"Oh my! Jacob Spark? He was a funny man and the one who had a kind-heart!" the man said, and bowed to me. I looked startled and pushed my hands in the front, and told him to stop.

"I'm not so formal like, daddy. He might be. But I'm just not him. You can notice that from the clothes I wear." I said, pointing over to my clothes. He laughed and handed me my keys. He waved good-bye and ended the conversation with a "Have a good day".

The polite security guided me to my house and helped me with the luggage. I gave him a tip and he thanked me, looking brightly happy. I turned towards the door, holding onto its golden polished handle, and twisted it to the right side thus, entering my house.

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The lift, took me up, and the polite security helped me with the luggage. I gave him a tip and he thanked me, looking brightly happy. I turned towards the door, holding onto its golden polished handle, and twisted it to the right side thus, entering my room.

They live in a house not a appartment

Val Faraday

I strutted into the courtyard in my favorite boots, a silly grin plastered on my face. I couldn't wait to tell my explosion story--people always seemed to get it kick out of it. Boarding schools could be weird socially, but I figured a good pyro anecdote would smooth out any wrinkles.

"Hello," I said to the man at the table. "I get my room key here, right?"

"That's right," the guy said, looking at me suspiciously. "Name?"

"Val Faraday," I said, looking around distractedly.

"Faraday?" the guy repeated incredulously. I looked back at me, and he started bowing to me like I was some princess or something.

"Whoa, dude!" I said, grabbing his arm and pulling him back up. "No need to grovel! Just need the room key."

"Here's your house key," the guy answered, handing me a large, fancy brass key. "Your house is right up that way; there are already a few other Elites up there. Have a nice day, madam."

I walked off up the path the guy had indicated, trying to make sense of what he had said. House? Elites? What the heck?