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Jane got up and stretched. She quickly put on her clothes, got her books together, and grabbed her iPod. She walked out of the noisy foster home and made her way to school. First day of a new school. Just breath. You're going to make plenty of new friends. What's your first class?...Chemistry. Many kids take chemistry, right? She thought to herself as she was walking.

She's wearing a green short sleeve t-shirt with a leather jacket (her sisters), blue-jeans (ripped at the knee, not for style) and her hair was down and parted to the side to show her eyebrow ring. Her eyebrow ring is bright green with black spikes at the end. Her hair is a dirty blond with one streak of blue. It's cut pretty short, just about her shoulders length.

Great song. She thought as she came up to the school. She sat down and started to write in her writing notebook. Waiting for someone to notice her or for the bell to ring.

Dominique

Dominique pulled her car into the student parking lot, found a free spot and parked. She grabbed her backpack out of the back seat. She sighed. Man, another year. Dominique thought. She slammed her car door shut and headed up to the school.

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Lacey

Lacey woke up, sun streaming through her bedroom window. She sat up in bed, stretched and yawned. She smiled. Another year. Lacey thought. Wonder what my friends did this summer. Lacey thought. She hadn't really gotten the chance to spend much time with them. Her parents had insisted she spend most of it with them instead of with her friends.

Lacey threw the covers back and climbed out of bed. She walked over to her closet in her duckie pajamas. She looked through her clothes until she finally decided on a cute red halter top and her favorite pair of jeans. She got dressed and went downstairs.

"Morning mom." Lacey said.

"Morning honey." her mother said, sitting at the table.

Lacey poured herself a bowl of cereal, walked over, and sat down at the table. She ate her breakfast in silence. When she was done, she took her empty bowl and put it in the sink.

"Bye mom." Lacey said and she was out the door.

Lacey decided since it was such a nice day and that she lived fairly close to the school that she'd walk today.

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Jordan

Jordan was psyched about this year, it being his last year and all. He pulled his car into the student parking lot, found an empty spot, and parked. Jordan grabbed his backpack from the backseat and slammed the door shut. He walked up to the school. Jordan walked through the school doors and found his locker.

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Jack

In the Daniels house, in the darkened basement, Jack was lying, surrounded in the blackness of his bed. He had his arms spread out and his head had tilted back slightly. Not his most attractive position, but heck, he was comfy. Luckily, he didn't snore. He at least gain a little bit of dignity there. He scowled and pulled a slight face. He was half awake. He had been in this state for around half an hour. He knew there was something important he had to do today, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was. He snoozed on.

Suddenly, Jack sat up, instantly awake. "School!" he outbursted, simply. He kicked the sheets off of his legs and jumped out of his bed. He then suddenly paused for a moment. He cricked his neck from side to side, he put his hands together in front of himself and stretched them out above his head. He shook his head as a response to a sudden shiver he had. He always got them after stretching. It was an unusual reflex.

School wasn't the only thing he had to do today, but this time, he didn't forget what it was. He had to take the new girl next door to school. She was new to the town and she needed all the help she could get. She had been kicked out of her old home and had moved in with her aunt and uncle, Mr and Mrs Reilly next door.

Jack knew the Reillys pretty well. They often came around to sit with his own parents and he often did jobs for them. They paid him to do his odd jobs that he always did for them. He was saving up the money for his car. He also had his holiday job: he worked in the public library doing general librarian duties. Yes, it wasn't an interesting sounding job, but he was good at it, it was something he kind of enjoyed and he was paid well for it.

He moved around his room, getting ready: picking stuff up and shoving it in his new, black-leather, stachel-style, school bag; styling his jet-black hair and making it into his usual, extreme length and sharp looking spikes; picking, choosing and putting on his outfit for the day - a blue velvet, short sleeve shirt, black jeans and boots.

Once he had finished, he stopped moving around. He sighed. Now, he had to go and get the girl from next door. He put his bag on over his head and then rubbed his face in his hands. He had never met her before. He didn't have any idea what she was like. All he knew is that she was in a bad place right now because she had just got kicked out.

He was going to try and make her feel better and feel like she can fit in, but if she wasn't the right kind of person, that task could be difficult. He hoped that she was pretty, at least, and definately not a big popular type person. That would make it even more difficult for him to be friendly for long.

Orlaith

In the Reilly house, next door to the Daniels', Orlaith was sleeping silently. The familiar starting chords of Green Day's Wake Me Up When September Ends woke her. She opened her dark eyes and began to focus on the room around her. She sat up her shiney, ebony hair falling around her pale shoulders. She raised a soft, black nailed hand to brush the hair from her face. She sighed, a slight smile forming.

New town, new school, new people. Orlaith had a fresh start, a chance to try again and she wasn't going to mess it up. She had been kicked out from her own home. She couldn't afford to be kicked out of her aunt and uncle's. She had no where else to go. She didn't really know anyone else. She had no other family that would take her in either.

Orlaith climbed out of her dark purple sheets and wandered to her wardrobe. She pulled her bag out of the bottom of it. She had packed the night before, just so she was prepared. She threw the bag onto the bed and looked back at her wardrobe.

What was she going to wear? That was the first essential question of the day. She tilted her head as she looked through her options. After around 5 minutes consideration, she got out a pair of black jeans and a simple, black, tank top. She got ready into these quickly. She took her black, knee-high boots out of the wardrobe and pulled them on.

She sighed as she moved over the her dressing table. She picked up a brush and began to run it through her long hair, tidying it up and making it shine. She then proceeeded to put on her eyeliner and lip gloss. She pouted at herself for a moment.

The guy from next door was meant to be taking her to school today. Whether he was afterwards depended on how they got on. She'd never spoken to or even seen the guy, yet he was being made responsible for taking her to school and showing her around. She wasn't entirely sure how safe she felt going along with the idea.

She scowled at herself in the mirror. She hoped he wasn't some popular or anything like that. She would hate having to make the journey to school with a popular. That would makeher later journies to school very lonely.

She got a long sleeved, red shirt out of her wardrobe. She always felt self concious if she didn't know the people around her, so it was a reflex for her to put the shirt on over her tank top. She picked up her bag from the end of her bed and put it over her head onto her shoulder. She picked her iPod up from her desk and flung it into her bag, preparing herself for the worst.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was telling herself that today was going to be one of those days: the days when everything possible that could go wrong, will go wrong. She took in a sharp breath, shook her head and swallowed. She couldn't think like that. She had to hope that this wasn't going to be 'one of those days'.

Gabe had pulled up fairly close to some other cars - significant since he preferred to keep his 'baby' away from other cars for fear of getting dinged. He pulled his red backpack out of the trunk and shut it, hitting the remote locks. As he started across the parking lot, he noticed another student had arrived - one he had an eye on for a while. Or two eyes, even.

"Hey, Dominique..." he called out to her, crossing the parking lot to walk with her. "What's up?"

Elizabeth watched the world pass by the car window. It was her first day of school at Trinity High, and she wasn't really looking forward to it. Her life had gone down hill in a matter of months. One moment she's on stage acting her heart out. The next she's on the floor of the hospital, crying for her lost sister. Why did Haley have to leave them like that?

Turning in her seat, Elizabeth glanced at her younger brother and sister. Aaron was eight, and one of the smartest eight year olds Elizabeth knew. Dana was five, she was still so young and so clueless, she had yet to realize what had happened to Haley.

Elizabeth's gaze wandered back to the car window. "Ellie?" she heard her father's voice.

"Yea dad?"

"You ok?"

"I'm fine." Elizabeth smiled looking at him. "I'm just nervous."

"You'll do fine kiddo." Her father grinned at her before pulling up to Trinity High. "Just stay out of trouble, and call me after school when you're ready to be picked up."

"Ok." Elizabeth forced a smile as she unbuckled her seat belt. "I love you dad. Bye brats."

"Love you too."

As Elizabeth got out of her dad's car, she heard her brother and sister yell their goodbyes after her. Closing the car door behind her she gave her dad another smile. Elizabeth watched for a moment as her dad pulled away from the school. There was definitely no turning back now. She turned around and headed towards the doors of the school. What class did she have first? Was it Chemistry? Something told her that today was going to be a long and nerve-racking day.

Orlaith

Orlaith was now sat in the kitchen of the Reilly house, awaiting the guy-from-next-door's arrival. She didn't even know his name. She was sat at the counter island in the middle of the kitchen on one of the high, swivel stools. She bit her lip nervously, her hands shaking a little as she held them together and rested them on the counter top.

She began tapping out a rhythm on the stool crossbar by her feet. She was so nervous. One: because of the whole new town, new school adventure, two: because the guy-from-next-door was due and she really didn't have a clue what he was going to be like and finally, three: because she wasn't entriely sure how today was going to be and how it was going to go.

She started twiddling parts of her long, black hair in her fingers to try and stop her hands shaking so badly. She had to try and calm the nerves. She had never been like this before.

She then turned her attention to her nails, checking that they were perfect. She had done them last night: a jet black colour with french tips. They looked perfect. None of the polish had chipped yet. 'Thank god for anti-chip top coat...' she thought to herself, knowing, however, that this was only the start of the day, things could go wrong.

She then moved on to straightening the bottoms of her jeans over her boots. The boots had platform type heels and she hoped that this would decrease the probability of her falling over and really embarrassing herself. Her jeans were her normal boot-leg style jeans that touched the floor and flared out slightly. She always thought they looked good, especially with the boots she was wearing.

She turned to the clock on the wall above the window next to the sink. Time was getting on, surely, the guy would be here soon. She didn't want to be late on her first day.

She turned her attention to the sleeves on her top. She couldn't decide whether to roll them up or keep them rolled down. She scowled in thought. She then stood and took the shirt off, folding it and quickly returning it to her room and replacing it with a red hooded jacket. She decided not to wear it and take her coat instead, which was on the hooks beside the door. She would grab it as she left or something.

She sat down again and almost instantly began tapping out a rhythm with her fingers on the counter top. '[/i]Where is he?[/i]' she thought, tapping away and looking briefly up at the clock again.

She moved over to her coat. She pulled it down off of it's hook. She took her bag off and placed it on the floor by her feet and then proceeded to put her coat on. It was a 3/4 coat. It wasn't her normal leather one, but it was still good and went with the rest of her outfit. She pulled her shiney hair out of her coat and let it fall onto her back. She then pulled the hood of her top out of the back of her coat and positioned it on her back properly, underneath her hair.

She sighed. She picked up her bag, quickly putting it over her head and onto her shoulder again, she grabbed her house keys from the counter island and then, moving to the front door again, she opened it and, calling her goodbyes to her aunt and uncle, she moved outside, closing the door behind her and sitting on the porch steps. She leant forward on her knees, put her head in her hands and waited.

Jack

Jack had wandered up into the main part of the house. He had gone and said a quick good bye to his mom and dad and was now making his way out of the house. He had everything. As he got into the hallway leading to the front door, he stopped, thinking. 'Shall I take a coat or not?' he thought for a moment. He pulled a face and shook his head and thought, 'Nah, no point.'

He moved to the front door and calling a second goodbye to his parents, he left the house. He walked across the porch, his boots making a loud clomping noise as he moved across the wood. He half walked down the steps and looked towards the Reilly house.

He saw the girl-from-next-door sat on the steps. 'Or..la...' Jack thought repeatedly to himself, trying to get the prenunciation down to a tea as not to embarrass himself or make her feel like an outsider.

Jack held the strap of his bag as it rested on his thighs as he walked. He observed Orlaith as he walked down the path, hoping she wouldn't see. So far, she looked like she was going to be an ok kind of girl: black hair, dressed in a lot of black...his kind of girl.

Jack promptly turned at the end of his house's path and began walking up the Reilly path. Orlaith hadn't looked up yet. 'I hope she's cute...' Jack was now thinking as he made his way towards her. 'That would so get to all the other guys...' Jack smirked to himself at this.

He finally reached Orlaith on the steps. He had stopped a few paces away from her so as not to come off as overwhelming. Putting on a friendly smile, he said, "Hey. You must be Orlaith..." He paused for a second, hoping he had said her name correctly. "...I'm Jack."

Jack and Orlaith (joint)

Orlaith looked up when she had heard the guy speak. Stood before her, he was easy to analyse. 'He's cute...' Orlaith thought. She smiled softly at him and replied, "Yeah, I'm Orlaith. Well, anunciatied there." She scowled slightly. 'Now, now, Orlaith, don't be coming off as a snob. That's so not you...' "So, Jack is it? I feel so bad. Up until just now, I didn't even know your name..." She giggled nervously. 'Now you sound like you didn't care...' "...But that was through no fault of my own...I just didn't really get a chance to take to my aunt and uncle about all this..." She bit her lip, hoping Jack wouldn't take it into offence.

Jack's smile broadened, almost excitedly. 'YES, she's HOT! She sounds so awesome too, her accent is so cool and the nervous giggle...so cute!' He shrugged slightly. "That's ok. I've just spent the last hour or whatever trying to make sure I can pronounce your name right." He felt that the little error on his part should have been expressed to make her feel that bit better.

Orlaigh laughed. 'Awww, bless him. He's so nice,' she thought, twiddling her hair in her fingers as she smiled up at him, taking in the features of his face. 'The accent's pretty cute too...well, he is just ALL cute,' she added in her head. She quickly got to her feet, stumbling down the steps slightly, but recovering it by making it look like a little jump. "So, to school then," she said, eagerly.

Jack beamed. "Yeah, I guess so. Time is moving on pretty fast today." He sighed slightly. "Come on then," he added, a friendly tone to his voice. 'So far, so good,' he thought to himself. He spun on his heal and began to lead Orlaith down the path, walking casually beside her. "Later on in the year, we may not have to walk, meaning a longer time in bed...all depends on how quickly I can save up."

Orlaith scowled slightly. "How come?" 'Duh, he'll be able to drive already and there is no way that he doesn't have a car...they all do over here,' Orlaith thought, feeling completely stupid about asking the question that had such an obvious answer. She had just tried to make conversation and if she didn't ask the essential questions, she'd end up looking like an idiot.

"I'm trying to do up my car," Jack replied, glad she had taken him up on the subject. 'Finally, someone taking in interest in the things I have to talk about that aren't school related,' he thought. "I've been saving up for a while now. Not long now before I can do the job lot, I think. I didn't see the point in doing bit by bit. I knew there'd be something I had to do that I should have done before something I've done...if you understand that," he added with a nervous, little laugh.

Orlaith laughed slightly. "Yeah, I got that. Don't worry. I get like that sometimes. I usually confuse the hell out of people." She laughed again and then sighed happily. "So, what car do you drive?" 'There you see? A good question. Make him see you are interested and friendly and all the other things a nice girl should be,' Orlaith thought, awaiting Jack's response.

Jack smiled. 'Oh my God. She really is interested? Wow! I can see you two getting on very well, Jacky boy,' he thought to himself. "It's a Ford Mustang. I've had it for quite some time now. My dad got me it when I was like 12. He was hoping to help me do some work on it then, but he's always been way busy with work and stuff. So, when I started learning to drive, I got a job to save money towards doing it up. It's not in the best of states. Never was really, but I had mentioned wanting to do something with cars, so my dad bought me a slightly run down one, with the promise he'd teached me how to make it better and stuff. He pointed me towards all the research and projects I could do. All I need now is to get the last lot of money together and getting it on the road." He stopped. He laughed nervously. "I ramble WAY too much."

Orlaith laughed slightly. "No, no. I like to listen..." '...especially to you...' Orlaith shook her head at this thought. She barely knew the guy. She had known him for 20 minutes tops and she was already thinking of him like that. 'Orlaith, you bad person,' she thought to herself, as she continued to walk beside Jack.

Jack and Orlaith walked for what seemed like forever. They had been talking non-stop for the duration of the journey. It was amazing how they had become so eager and friendly in such a short length of time. Now, they were walking down the street, the large school in view.

Jack watched, jealous ting in his dark eyes, as all of the other students were pulling up in their cars. 'Just another couple of months, Jack. Just a couple more months,' he reassured himself, the jealously washing away once more. "Welcome to Trinity High," Jack said, cheerfully.

Orlaith looked up at the school just as the bell rang. "We that late?"

Jack looked at his watch. "Seems so. Must have got too wrapped up talking," Jack stated, laughing a little. "Come on, let me show you to your first class...what you got first?"

Orlaith scowled, thinking. "Current Events. I take it you don't do that?"

Jack shook his head. "Nah, I've got English Literature 101." He laughed a little. "That sounds so boring...it's not though..."

Orlaith laughed and followed Jack as he took her to her first class of the day: Current Events.

Elizabeth

Elizabeth ran a hand threw her blonde hair nervously. The messenger bag she had drapped over her shoulder, seemed to be getting heavier and heavier by the minute. How long had she been wondering around looking for her first class? Elizabeth was glad that the warning bell had yet to ring, because she had a feeling it was going to take a while to find her first class. Chemistry.

Sighing, Elizabeth glanced around the hallways. People were moving here and there, talking with friends. She pondered whether or not to ask someone where she could find the room, but the shy part of her wouldn't let her. Elizabeth bit her lip as she started walking again. This school wasn't that big, it shouldn't be this hard to find one class.

Ayame

There was always something about going to a new school that gave Ayame an adrenaline rush. Maybe it was because he didn't know anyone. Maybe it was the prospect of new terrain. Or maybe it was simply because Ayame Hitsugaya was an odd child, and liked doing strange things.

He was living with a Japanese-American couple a few streets away from the school. It was only the work of a few minutes to brush his teeth, run a comb through his spiky bleached-blonde hair, and pull on a pair of loose black trousers, a red t-shirt with a panda over a white long-sleeved tee, and a pair of socks.

He kicked off his house slippers at the door, and jammed his feet into a pair of shabby Converse. Waving good-bye to his host family, he slung his bookback over his shoulder and trotted down the driveway, turning left on the sidewalk to head to school.

It was a brisk walk, the cool air ruffling his hair. He shivered, annoyed at himself for forgetting a sweatshirt. But he soon reached the school, and slipped in through the front doors.

The first step was finding the office, in order to let the people in charge know that he had arrived, and to get his class schedule. In his mind, it went something like this:

Objective One: Find office. Obstacle One: No idea where office is. Solution One: Look for signs.

Following this plan, he followed the little blue signs until he came to the main office. Checking in and getting his class schedule was easy, done in a matter of minutes. The vice-principal shook his hand warmly, which he frowned on and pulled away, but then smiled. "Ano, where is my first class?" he asked, his voice lightly accented.

Of course, as soon as he left the office, he had forgotten the directions entirely. So, he made up a new list in his mind:

Objective Two: Find class. Obstacle Two: No idea where class is. Solution Two: Ask.

He tapped a blonde girl (Elizabeth) on the shoulder, and tilted his pretty head to one side. "Excuse me," he asked, as politely as he could manage, "but do you know where the...." He paused and consulted his class list. "Oh, the, uh, chemistry class is?"

Elizabeth
Elizabeth turned around at the tap on her shoulder. "I have no clue where the class is," Elizabeth replied to the question she'd been asked. "I'm actually looking for it myself. The school doesn't look that big, you'd think that you'd be able to find one room."

Elizabeth bit her lip, "My...um...names Elizabeth by the way."

Ayame

He smiled at her, looking slightly apologetic. "I guess we'll be lost together, then," he said, brushing a strand of hair from his eyes. His accent was mostly Japanese, though his English sounded as though he had practiced it in Europe- which he had. "And you're right, it's much smaller than my school at home. Odd." He frowned, and then shrugged.

"All I know is that its on the second floor, so that would probably be the place to start. At least, that's what they told me at the office when I checked in. I'm an exchange student," he said, bowing. "Ayame Hitsugaya, from Japan."

Elizabeth

"It's better then being lost alone," Elizabeth laughed. Whenever someone else started the conversation, Elizabeth had no problem talking. She still couldn't understand how that worked.

Elizabeth smiled at Ayame, "Well it's nice to meet you Ayame. I only moved into town a few weeks ago, so I don't really know anyone around here yet." Sighing Elizabeth said, "How about we go upstairs and look for the Chem class? Maybe we'll hit it lucky and find it."

Ayame

"Wouldn't that be nice," he said, smiling wryly. "I know how you feel about being new. When I first started studying abroad, it was terrifying. There was one school I went to, in Britain, where the top formers absolutely terrorised the first-formers. I remember getting teased for weeks because I didn't speak English very well. At least here, in America, people don't really care much. It's such a cultural melting pot."

He had an eloquent tongue, and he prided himself in that. It was easy to speak to someone if you knew how to turn the language to your own needs. He was almost beginning to think that he was better at English than most children born to English-speaking families. He supposed that this was because learning English as a second language made you more aware of the more subtle nuances of the tongue, but couldn't be sure. He was only in high school, after all, and hadn't yet had the time to unravel all the secrets of the universe.

"I think the stairs are this way," he said, gently touching Elizabeth's arm and pointing down the hall. "That looks like the stairwell right there."

Cava

A dark-haired girl seemed to wake up immediately. Cava Lane. In one swift movement she had kicked on her slippers and was brushing her frizzy brunette hair. Finally the hair was smoothed and she got dressed. Cava was the kind of girl who liked dressing uniquely. Today she pulled on the denim jeans she had decorated the week before. At the bottom were spots that made her look sexy.

She was wearing boots, the girl kind with the small heels, and a black top. Brushing her teeth and flossing, she checked the time on her watch. Six-thirty. She still had a whole hour to burn before getting to school.

The next five minutes found Cava scrambling eggs and preparing toast with jam and a granola bar. At seven she had finished her breakfast and had walked off to catch the bus.

Twenty minutes later, it was seven-twenty-seven. Three minutes till school. Might as well make it an early one. She slid into her seat at chemistry class, ready to rock and roll.

Elizabeth

Elizabeth shook her head, "People can be horrible sometimes. But it's usually the ones who terrorise others that end up with the crappy job. The ones that are teased and had it ruff, are the ones that end up with good jobs. Or at least, that's how I see it."

Elizabeth smiled to herself Ayame's English was pretty darn good. Probably better then her own at times. Looking at Ayame she smiled and said, "You know it's sounds like you've been speaking English all your life to me. I wouldn't be surpised if you were better at it then most of the people here, including me."

When Ayame touched her arm, Elizabeth felt her cheeks warm up slightly. Was she blushing? She turned her glance to where Ayame was pointing and suggested, "Why don't we go see if you're right?"

((sorry I didn't post sooner guess I missed this one.))

Dominique

Dominique turned and smiled softly at Gabe. She found it a little strange that he was talking to her. She didn't exactly hang out with his group. Frankly, his group were usually the ones picking on her. Though come to think of it. He never did. Wonder why? Dominique thought.

"Hi Gabe." Dominique said. "Oh nothing really. Just dreading another year. But at least it's my last." Dominique said, answering his question. "What about you?" Dominique asked.

Gabe

"Same boat as you..." he replied, falling in step beside the girl. She'd practically blossomed in front of him, he realized, and figured he'd seriously underestimated her. Like every other guy, apparently. "Trying to figure out what to do after graduation. Have you got your plans laid out yet?"

Sandra Brooks yawned rolling over she opened her eyes "Ah cozmic creepers I am late." She had forgotten to turn on her alarm the night before. Sandra forced herself to sit up she usaly laid in bed awhile. Sandra ran a hand through her short hair. "All right no wig today I will go natural." The smell of bacon hit Sandras nose she crinkled it she didnt eat bacon. Sandra reached for her cheerleading out fit on the chair beside the bed. All the cheerleaders would be wearing their outfits today Sandra didnt much care for wearing it other then during practice games and compotions. Sandra quickly changed into the outfit then looked at herself in the mirror she pulled a comb through her short hair and noded. "Grams I am late I am off to school." Sandra yelled as she left her room grabing her helmet off the dresser. "I made you some bacon." Sandra rolled her eyes "grams how many times do I have to tell you I do not eat bacon or even pig for that matter." Sandra opened the front door. "I will grab something at school if I get hungry enough." Sandra bent down her cheerleading skirt hiking up as she did so. She grabed a hold of her skate board. She doubted any other of the apartment occupants where up since this apartment building was ment for the elderly. As she exited the building she droped her skate board to the ground her saddle bag draped over her shoulder and around her neck. "Good thing I only live a few blocks from the school." Sandra muttered to herself as she kicked the board into motion makeing it go as fast as she could in the direction of the school. Sandra stiffled a yawn as the schools parking lot came into veiw.