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Post by Headmistress on Feb 18, 2007 17:21:25 GMT
She was dressed smartly, her of all people knew how important first impressions were. Her mid-length grey hair had earlier, been pulled into a tight knot at the back of her head. Her emerald eyes were framed by thick lensed, old fashion black glasses. Her lips were a pale pink colour and her skin was pale and well, wrinkly.
She was dressed in a off-white button up shirt and a long grey skirt that exagerated her low height. There was a school blazer draped over the chair a few inches from where she was stadning, that had the school logo printed on the front. Another ploy at encouraging the children to wear the correct school uniform.
Her nerves were clearly evident, the elderly lady kept tucking non-existant hair behind her ears and readgusting the position of her glasses. already the hall was filling with teenagers, some accompanied by there parents or guardians and some alone. She had specified the teens to be accompanied but she wasn't too bothered.
The headmistress was slightly disheartened to see that they had uniform on, however much of it was missing or they had customised it. Letting out a hiss of warm air she took a step forward to the microphone and tapped it with her finger. "Please, may I have your attention..."
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Post by Gemma Abrahamson on Feb 23, 2007 21:26:53 GMT
Customized indeed. Half the girls had cut their skirts shorter, the guys had added chains and some had worn jeans instead of the required pants. Gemma had also added her own little addition to the uniform, but not for the worse. She wore a black sweatshirt with the name of her old school's mascot, the Raiders, on written across it. This whole thing was stupid. The thought that she belonged in this school was stupid, the action of her going to the school was stupid, and the fact that she was alone was even more stupid. Did her mother really expect her to do okay without Ashton? Well, it wasn't really her mother's fault that Ashton wasn't here, but at least back home she could go visit. Here, she only got phone calls.
You know what was even stupider than all the previous things mentioned? The fact that her mother thought she could survive here on her own, without her brother. If she couldn't survive back home, what made people think she'd do great at some strange school with a bunch of convicts. Right now, she was in that little stage psycologists like to call denial. Sure, she had a problem, but she could fix it all on her own. She didn't need the help of these people, she would be fine, but no. No one believed her, and it was a good thing they didn't.
Now she was just sitting in one of the seats, one headphone in and the other hanging down across her abdomen, just waiting for this orientation thing. So far, no one had a said a word to her, and that was what she wanted. She didn't want to feel like she belonged here, because she didn't. She didn't want to be friends with all these people, because she wasn't one of them. She wanted out. The prospect of having to talk about everything at least twice a month scared the hell out of her too, so that wasn't helping at all.
Now, earlier when I said Gemma was alone...that was her opinion of alone. At the moment, her mother was sitting right next to her, looking rather razzled herself. Still, Gemma didn't consider her mother company at the moment. She could have sworn she heard her mother say 'There's your headmistress' but she didn't care. She wasn't paying attention and she wasn't going to. This whole thing was ridiculous, and she would have to probably wait a week or two before she could even talk to Ashton with his schedule. She also heard the tapping on the microphone and the old woman's amplified voice and glanced out of the corner of her to see the headmistress standing at the microphone, trying to get everyone's attention. Good luck to her.
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Post by Craig Whay on Feb 25, 2007 12:48:19 GMT
The whole place was a joke to put things bluntly, well that was Craig's first impression anyway. Arriving with his mother and sister, his father had refused to come. Totally put to shame that his kids were attebnding a place like..like..like what? Like this. Looking round the hall, just made him smirk. These were all troubled teen's right? Gaurenteeded not one had killed another man...
He wore a pare of ripped faded jeans that hung off his skinny frame, they were only held up by the school tie. Atleast he had made use of that thing. Craig had atleast worn the school shirt, although the buttons were done up wrong and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. Craig had planned on missing orientation altogether, but his mother's pleading words had soon put a stop to that. The least he could do was attend, not for himself, the school, or that old woman on the stage, but for his mother.
Craig glanced at his mother and gave her a smile and nod goodbye. Then walked away from his sister and his mother, he just couldn't bear the tense atmosphere between the trio. It sucked. Making his way to an empty chair he sat down, then scanned the area around him. Some of the kids here looked wet and he was sure the scar above his eye was bound to freak some people out. Even if he was intending to just get by unnoticed. Craig was pretty sure that wouldn't happen though, he'd be too tempted.
Taking his i-pod out from his jeans pocket, he connected it together and placed only one earphone in his ear. Then ran his thumb over the circular pad until he found some music he felt like listening to. Only one earphone... Why?. Because the teenager wanted to know what the old hag on the stage had to say, well if she ever quietened the place down. It seemed people were already making aquaintances...
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Post by Ryleigh Whay on Feb 25, 2007 21:15:43 GMT
Why had she aggreed to come here. It was a school that made them wear uniforms. Its not like anyone cared. Ryleigh had cut up her black skirt. She wore the white shirt but she had it unbuttoned, she had a pink tank top on undernieth. She used the tie like her brother she put it around her waste. She didnt where the jacket.
She had decided she didnt wnat to be here. Her mom had begged Craig to stay at the orientation but that didnt mean Ryleigh would. She watched as Craig walked and sat down. She also watched as her mom walked away. It was only her mom that came. Her dad had been to ashemed or some dumb shit like that. Ryleigh and Craig should be more ashamed of him than he should of them. Who cared though.
Ryleigh decided to ditch the orientation. She walked out of the room. She walked around the school. It was boring all white. When seh got to her room she woudl have fun. There would be posters all over it wouldnt be so boring. She walked all the way threw the school. It was probably the boringist school there was. She decided to go back to the dumb orientation.
When Ryleigh got back the old lady on the stage was trying to quite everyone down. Haha like that was going to happen. She walked in and sat down by Craig. He had is ipod in one ear. She had hers with her to. She grabbed hers out of her pocket and put both the head phones in. She had no intention of listening. She turned it on as loud as it would go. She found the song she wanted to listen to which was The Kill by 30 Seconds To Mars.
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Post by Charlie Ward on Feb 26, 2007 2:15:36 GMT
Charlie slouched in her chair a bit. She didn't want to be here at all but thanks to her 'wonderful' parents she was sent here. They couldn't handle her anymore. She found herself shaking her head a bit as she looked up at the lady on the stage. 'What a crock' Charlie thought rolling her eyes. Was it really necessary to have these long assemblies where no one listened and no one really gave a care?
Charlie just wanted to get out of here. This room was overly hot and it felt like the walls were slowly caving in on her. 'Breath' she thought to herself as she tapped her foot frantically. Then she found something coming out of her mouth. "THIS IS A BUNCH OF CRAP" she shouted. Wow had she really said that? Charlie Ward you need to stop saying things. However, that felt pretty good to say that to the lady on the stage. She wanted to do more but she would save it for later as she went back to her silent state in her own world.
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Post by Ryleigh Whay on Feb 26, 2007 22:09:06 GMT
Ryleigh was drumming on the armrest along to the song. She was considering leaving again. Maybe if she left right now she could catch a bus back home. She had the money. She just sat there. If she got up Craig would probably grab her and it didnt matter how hard she tried she wouldnt be able to leave. She just sunk down in her chair.
Ryleigh heard someone scream "This Is A Bunch Of Crap" she liked that. She opend her mouth and screamed "Ya this is bull shit. Look around nobody wants to be here" She felt much better after she said that. She didnt care if she got in trouble. She was the type of girl who could care less if she got detention.
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Post by Craig Whay on Feb 27, 2007 20:56:42 GMT
Craig felt a familliar precence join him, and turned his head to the side to check it was actually Ryleigh. His younger sister and best friend at Letterage.Sure the two had their differences, but unlike other siblings they didn't argue with one another constantly. Nope, they just didn't bring that certain topic up...often.
Glancing up at the stage, he couldn't help but smirk at the old woman, well bless her for even trying really! Craig was trying to play the cool mysterious guy, it seemed the best option right now. Hearing a call from the crowd, Craig's crystal blue eyes scanned the crowd of people for the suspect. But, he was yet to find out.
He was just about to comment what a stupid comment that was to Ryleigh when she joined in with the other voice, adding her own point of view on things. Craig sighed, but resisted the temptation to question his sister over her actions. Instead he placed a hand on her arm and squeezed it comfortingly, before returning it to it's original place. Craig could already tell this was gonna be one hell of an adventure.
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Post by Ryleigh Whay on Feb 27, 2007 21:51:35 GMT
Ryliegh wanted to go home. She wanted to be with her friends. The ones she had known forever. She didnt want to be here. Her only friend was Craig. Ya her brother was her only real friend here. Her only real friend at all. She didnt know why she yelled that but she did. It was the truth she thought this was a bunch of bull shit.
She looked over at her brother as she felt his had squezze her arm. She then felt him put it back. She was glad Craig was there with her. She couldnt live without him. She had already lost one friend if anything happend to him she wouldnt be able to live. She looked up at the lady again. She was pretty brave to stand up tehre in afront of teenagers.
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Post by Gemma Abrahamson on Feb 28, 2007 4:34:50 GMT
Gemma's eyes widened as she heard the outburst and automatically knew that assemblies would turn out to be very interesting indeed. Disrespectful, but then again she could be too. That outburst was followed by another, and soon the whole auditorium erupted into cries of the utter detest everyone felt for this school. She glanced down in the direction of the second outburst and saw a guy and a girl, looking to be siblings. At least someone had someone to rely on. Not her. Alone. All Alone.
Okay, it was ridiculous what a big deal she was making out of this, but hey, she had a right too. Half the people that went through what she did wound up killing themselves. Pulling her iPod out, she switched the song to Face Down by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. She'd had that song since before it became so popular, as she did with many other songs. Yeah, she was cool like that. She glanced up at her mom, who looked positively enraged, and slid further down in her seat so that the fact that she had no fat on her stomach at all seemed to be amplified even with the hoodie. The last thing she needed was for her mom to assert her maternal power and shout at all the convict kids. That would be bad.
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Post by Evangeline Stafford on Mar 1, 2007 3:05:03 GMT
Alright, so this was gay. Her mom was probably at home passed out on the couch, her dad was probably trying to bet someone in order to get money, and here Evangeline Stafford was, listening to a load of bullshit about how the students here needed to be reformed. They were just different, not troublesome. After all, they wouldn't be breaking the laws if the laws weren't in existance, so it was technically the governments fault. Evie and her loop holes. Oh well, she wasn't listening to the headmistress's futile attempts at facilitating communication. Already her brown eyes were scoping the crowd for any good looking guys who looked like they could at least handle her one night.
Her uniform was...well, interesting to say the least. She'd cut the skirt up so that it was barely covering anything, her black button-up shirt was red instead, and only one button was actually done. She wore a black camisole underneath the shirt, but you could see the top of her bra still. Not to mention the strappy heels she was wearing. She'd been wearing the tie loosely around her neck earlier but had lost it somewhere along the line.
One shout said all that needed to be said to this hag who thought it was cool to put the teens on lockdown. It was joined by a second still, and she coughed out a laugh. Maybe the lady would finally get the picture. She began to twist her hair, a honey color for now, around her finger as she laughed and then nibbled on her lower lip. The girl who had yelled the second time was right in front of her, and apparently was with her brother. Speaking of him, he was hott. Alright, but back on the other topic of how the headmistress would handle this situation.
Despite the no smoking rule, Evangeline pulled out a cigarette and lit it, just for the heck of it. A bad addiction, she'd heard all the shit about how bad it was and had taken health classes, but she'd didn't care. She liked what she liked, harmful or no. She was perfectly aware of the fact that several parents were staring at her, hoping their children didn't become friends with her, but they should've been hoping they did. Being on her bad side was not a nice place to be.
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Post by Grace Manning on Mar 1, 2007 7:09:47 GMT
Grace let out a long sigh and sat down in the corner of the room by herself. This was a bunch of crap and all the teenagers here knew it, why didn't the adults see it? Her hands immediatley went to her I-pod, she flicked through a couple of songs before playing Better Than Me By Hinder. She tapped a hand against her frayed jeans, she hadn't dressed up as she didn't see the point of impressing whoever was here.Her top was a simple black vest top which was covered by a grey zip-up hoodie.Uniform? No way.Well she had tied the school tie around her jeans in a belt like manner.
Grace's eyes scanned the room as the music calmed her down. So far she could see a boy and a girl that looked like siblings, she could a blonde girl and another girl sat with a hoodie on.Hmm, maybe this would be interesting.She looked down at her I-pod as it changed songs, it was now playing Dark Blue By Jack's Mannequin.
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Post by Kyra Valentine on Mar 1, 2007 17:46:13 GMT
She was hardly noticeable stood in the corner. Exactly the way she wanted it. Nobody could see her, and if they couldn't see her it was unlikely anyone would bump or jostle her. She didn't like being touched. Heck, she didn't really like being spoken to.
Music was playing softly in one ear, though the words of the Headmistress could still be heard along with the sounds of Joseph Arthur. Honey and the Moon wasn't one of the most popular songs ever to grace the ears of the teenage world but Kyra liked it. There was a lot of music like that on her i-pod, it won hands down over rock and punk. That wasn't Miss Valentines style.
Kyra flinched slightly at the sudden outcry, her gaze caught to the brunette. She guessed this was Ryleigh Way, the sister of the infamous Craig Way. She knew Craig, everyone knew Craig. However she'd never exchanged words with him. Why would she?
She wasn't technically wearing the uniform but she looked a lot better than most, uniform wise. She was wearing the blouse and the tie, but had refused to wear the skirt. Instead she was wearing black trousers, the material brushing against her shoes. Her shoes were nothing special, dolly shoes. Plain yet comfortable, which was the purpose of footwear in Kyra's mind.
Her blond hair fell loose, as was the norm, falling around that pale face as she looked out at the other students. This was going to be an interesting year...
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Post by Janay Danforth on Mar 4, 2007 21:07:21 GMT
Janay had felt like being different. Sure she'd customied her outfit, but a lot differently from most of the other girls. She wore a fairly short skirt, but it had came like that. She matched that with one of Nathan's old shirts, so it almost covered the skirt. Almost but not quite, there was still an inch of black material in sight. Only a few of the buttons were done up, the middle ones. That way the shirt was open enough for the skirt to show, and to show of the pink lace of the grey cami worn beneath the shirt. Her legs were covered with a pair of hot pink fish nets, and chunky black boots served as foot wear. A little bit jazzy, and a lot like Janay. What was the point in blending in?
Her I-Pod had been blasting Gwen Stefani -The Sweet Escape in to her ears, a rather fititng song for the occasion. However, Janay switched the object off when she saw a familair brunette sat next to an equally familar blonde. A grin lit up her face and she pushed past a few people, sneaking up on the one and only Ryliegh Whay. She stood behind her best friend, leant in close beofre grabbing the girls shoulders with a cry of : "Boo!"
Janay laughed, not concerned in the slightest about the disapproving frowns she was getting, she was far too pleased to have found Ryleigh.
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Post by Ryleigh Whay on Mar 4, 2007 21:31:23 GMT
Ryliegh looked around. Alot of people were there. Wow she probably wasnt the only one who didnt want to be here. She figured nobody wanted to be here. She missed her friends from back home. Janay the most. Janay was her bestfriend. She almost snuck out the night before they left and was going to hide out at her house. SHe had cried so hard when she had to leave.
Ryliegh heard a famialer voice behind her after someone touched her shoulders. She turned around. It was Janay. "O My God"she screamed"Janay" she jumped over the chair and hugged her friend. She didnt care that people were starring at her. She was so happy that Janay was here.
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Post by Janay Danforth on Mar 4, 2007 21:37:56 GMT
Janay had enough sense to move so that the chair didn't slam into her legs and Ryleigh jumped up. She grinned and hugged Ryleigh back, poking her tongue out at a woman who was giving her a disapproving glare. Letting go, Janay took a step back and grinned.
"Rylz! You didn't think i'd leave you here by yourself did ya? I mean, somebody apart from munchin over there has to look out for you!"
She said jerking her head towards Craig with the word Munchkin. Why exactly was Craig Munchkin? Well, becuase he was so clearly not like a sweet cuddly perky munchkin. See the way Janay's mind works? [/center]
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