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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2013 1:27:58 GMT -8
Apparently, she had an attitude. At least, that's what she was accused of. And it was enough to get her three weeks. Tara had so many other things she could be doing with her time on Saturdays. She needed to go to the ravine, get herself caught drinking and maybe even smoking weed or cigarettes. It was hard to explain why she was doing this. She didn't even explain it to Audrey. If anyone would understand, it would be her. But Tara didn't even bring it up to her.
It was just after nine, and she sat in the back of the cafeteria, a drawing pad in her hands. She was busy drawing away, depicting her mother being burned at the stake as a witch. Except, her dad had said to stop killing her mom off, so she colored the hair brown instead of blond. At least then it wouldn't be completely obvious. She figured she would probably be left alone. After all, thanks to Willow and her Bimbo Bunch, she wasn't exactly popular.
Sure, he was stuck here for the rest of the semester. It was worth it. He got to embarrass Snyder in front of everyone. Though, arriving in a wheelchair wasn't exactly what he thought he would be doing. He arrived a few minutes late, having to go the long way around. As he bypassed Snyder, he took advantage of his opportunity to run over the man's foot. He made sure the wheel went right over it, smirking to himself as he went to the window. His goal? Get in, do his time, get out. Speak to noone.
But as he looked out the window, he saw her. Marissa. Fuck. What had she done? Snyder wasn't in a wheelchair, and that was the only thing she was good at doing. Other than that, she was plain old pathetic, boring Marissa. He honestly did not know how she could possibly have earned detention. With a sigh, he leaned his head against the palm of his hand. God, if you are up there, please make her leave me alone. She's a bitch and I don't want to deal with her.
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Ian sat not at, but on top of a table, basketball in hand. Detention had barely started and he was already bored. Dude, whoever invented detention needed his ass kicked. As he bounced it against the table, though, he received a glare from Snyder. He wanted him to get rid of the ball, obviously. So, he decided to chuck the ball right at the door. What he didn't plan, though, was for someone to walk in just then and be struck by it.
She didn't want to be here. But then again, did anyone ever want detention? Melissa used to, actually. Back when her dad was alive. She used to do everything that she could to stay gone from home. She knew there wasn't anyone that could understand. Except Alexis. But the girl hadn't talked to Melissa since they got home. Honestly, Melissa was sure she knew the reason why. Tyler was dead. And Melissa had been the one who told him that he should accept the stranger's offer to go to New York. She was sure Alexis blamed her for his death. And could she really blame her? No. She knew it was dangerous. That had been the whole reason she had wanted to go.
The redhead sipped on a strawberry milk as she sat nearest the door. She figured that, just as it had all week, detention would be boring. She wished she could be home. All she wanted was to sit on the roof and read.
For the first time in his entire life, Cameron woke up late. He had rushed to get dressed. Any other Saturday, he wouldn't have to be anywhere in specific. But this time, he did. He had detention. He didn't think he should really have to. After all, he wasn't really a high school student. But Garrett said otherwise. It was all part of the job, she said. It wouldn't be realistic otherwise, she said. Besides, he may be able to pick up on some new leads, she said.
In the rush to get dressed, he forgot his earpiece and microphone. He decided that he'd have to just wing it. Even though he wasn't really sure how to wing it. He had gotten to the school before everyone else had, and was now sitting at the table closest to Snyder. He had been going to this school for a couple of weeks now, and only one person had really talked to him. He had no idea if he was going to be able to do this. But somehow, he would have to.
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Post by Marissa Michelle Manning on Mar 23, 2013 21:29:25 GMT -8
  This was stupid, being locked up in detention. It was her own fault, sure. She had an attitude. She was drinking, smoking… on school grounds. Marissa just no longer cared. She even went as far as shoving Snyder. So what if she got in trouble? What else did she have left? Marissa had been up since four in the morning, spending this whole time drinking, smoking, doing everything that was never Marissa. She even had Tequila with her. Of course, she poured it into a water bottle so that no one would suspect. Or at least that was what she assumed anyway.
As she walked down the hallway towards the cafeteria, Marissa pulled a cigarette from her purse and lit it. Who cared if she got into more trouble. Nothing mattered anymore. Matt hated her and with good reason. Her dad hated her. Her sister and mother were dead. Her twin was in a coma. And her little brother? She was convinced that he blamed her for their mother’s death. So really, what else did Marissa even have left? She took a hit from her cigarette as the fifteen year old entered the cafeteria. She took another hit as her eyes landed upon Matt. She shook her head, rolling her eyes. She walked away from everyone that was there, sitting down on top of a table rather than in a chair. She took a drink of her tequila before setting the bottle down beside her.
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Post by Selena California Santos on Mar 24, 2013 13:04:18 GMT -8
 This was so freaking lame. It was her free period. She asked if she could use that time to practice! She had permission from her teacher. So Snyder had no right to give her damn Saturday detention. Oh, she would get even. She would seek her revenge. She just had to think of the right thing to do. But it would be good. That much was for certain. He was abusing his authority. And that was not right. That was just completely wrong. That jackass should not be working in a school or around people even. She wanted to make the ass pay. And she was sure that she could find others who would just love to help her out.
She drove up to the school in her red convertible. She pulled into a parking space and got out, grabbing her bag. She walked into the school’s front entrance and headed straight to the cafeteria. She walked in just as a ball came towards her and before she could get it in the face, blocked her face with her arm so that the ball would hit her arm instead. She was use to this sort of thing anyway. She was a jock after all. Picking the ball up, she chucked it towards the boy who had tossed it in the first place.
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Post by February Zofia Van Zandt on Mar 24, 2013 13:14:16 GMT -8
 This was definitely new for the fourteen year old. What would her brother say when he finds out? February never got detention. She was a good girl, a smart girl. She hated trouble, hated conflict. She was too scared to tell her brother. She was so sure that detention was her own fault. She did not want her brother to be disappointed in her. And she was so sure that he would be if he knew. She was trying to be so good. She did not want her brother to think that he had made a mistake in taking her with him. She did not want to go back. She did not want to be separated from her brother.
So instead, she found her own way of getting up to the school Saturday. She took the bus. Seemed easy enough. Then maybe her brother would never have to know. Right? She assumed. February walked into the cafeteria, looking around. And she watched as Selena, a girl older than herself, threw a basketball at some boy. She had never had detention before. She hated this. She wanted to be back home, helping out her brother or something. She walked over and took a seat next to Melissa but remained silent. What was she supposed to do in detention? February was not so sure. So instead, she pulled out a book that she was reading for a book report and opened it up to where she had last left off.
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Post by Gracie Julie Forrester on Mar 24, 2013 13:27:53 GMT -8
 Gracie no longer cared. No longer cared whether or not she behaved. No longer cared about her own family. She was sick of everything and everyone. Part of her wish that Nathan would just give up, let her go. But then there was the other part of her. Deep down, she loved Nathan, father or not. But she felt hurt, betrayed. Her life was not supposed to turn out this way. How did her life get so fucked up? What could she possibly do to get her life back on track? Whatever. She was determined to push her so-called father's buttons. She was curious as to how far she could push him. And she would not stop, either.
The night before, Gracie had put blue streaks into her hair. Something the old Gracie would have never done. That morning, the fifteen year old had left the house wearing a black leather skirt, a black halter top, fishnet stockings and combat boots. And with that, walked to school. She knew that people would not be used to seeing her like this, but she did not care. She walked through the front entrance and headed toward the caf, walking in. She looked around before her eyes landed on one boy and she smirked. She walked over to him and sat on top of the same table. “Yo, ‘sup.”
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Post by Shanna Cece Robinson on Mar 24, 2013 13:30:40 GMT -8
 Detention. Trouble. Nothing knew there for Shanna Robinson. Though detention was nothing for the Juvie Queen. In fact, detention seemed like a cake walk compared to the kind of places that she has been at. This was nothing compared to Juvie hall. Whatever. She’ll do her time and get the hell out of there. Soon enough, Larisa will realize that this won’t work out and send her back. That was what everybody did. Nobody wanted a psychotic fourteen year old girl. Nobody. Nobody understood. Nobody cared and nobody ever would. Whatever. That’s their loss then, right?
After being dropped off at the school, Shanna went to the cafeteria and looked around. She spotted Matt. She saw him a few days ago at her… what was it? It wasn’t her home. Anyway, she didn’t even care about the boy and she just wanted to be left the hell alone. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. She wanted nothing to do with the boy. It was only sex. Nothing more. It was casual. It was meaningless. She walked away, completely ignoring the boy and leaned against the wall, isolating herself from everyone else. They were all just a bunch of losers anyway.
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Post by Desiree Hope Rosenburgh on Mar 24, 2013 13:34:45 GMT -8
 This really sucked. Desiree liked the way that she had dressed. Sure, she knew that her dad would have never approved. But she was fifteen. Didn’t it matter what she wanted? She was her own person. Her dad just had no idea, did he? What it was like in high school? All she was was a nerd who was shy and had hardly any friends. She was teased often. Didn’t her dad understand how important it was for a high school kid to be expected? Of course not. It had been ages since he was in high school himself. Or maybe he just did not care? He had gone through her closet, her drawers. He had gotten rid of her “school” clothes. Now what?
She ended up wearing a pink sweater and jeans. And when her dad dropped her off, she got out of the car without a single word. She really was not all too happy with her father at the moment. She tried to make him understand, but what did he know about teenage girls? She walked into the cafeteria, her head down and sat by herself. She did not feel like herself. She felt strange wearing these clothes rather than her normal ones.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2013 8:27:47 GMT -8
Aw As everyone else filed in, Cameron began to miss his ear piece. He didn' know who he should talk to. There was only one in here that he had actually spoken to before, and that was the boy with the basketball. There was no way that he ever wanted another interaction with him again. He tried to think strategically. Which of these miscreants would detective Garrett want him to investigate first? He considered the girl beside the redhead, when he noticed the liquor. Now, Cameron had only been drunk once in his entire life. But if there was anything he had learned it was that alcohol tended to lower one's inhibition to lie. Yes, she would do nicely. He walked towards her, despite the glares from the boy in the wheelchair.
Cameron had yet to understand the social statuses found in the high school pparadigm. He failed to recognize that he was, in fact, a nerd. The way he was dressed, with loose jeans, a black tee with a grey skull, and leather jacket, would suggest otherwise. But clothes don't make the man and Cameron couldn't act differently than the way he reallly was. And without Rhean in his ear or his sister to help, this could very well end up disastrously. Of course, he was oblivious to this. Awkwardly, he sat on the table beside her. "That's quite a breakfast" he remarked with a smile. It was all he could think of. He had even forgotten to give his alias. [ /blockquote] |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2013 9:02:48 GMT -8
Maybe this was all just a big misunderstanding. Sure, Preston hadn't done anything wrong. And if he had gone to his dad and told him what happened, he knew that the man would have straightened it all out. But that was the problem. Pres didn't want anyone to know that he was sick. It had been hard enough explaining the BRAT diet he was on. He wanted to be a normal kid. Or at least, treated like one. So when he left class to go to the nurse to take his pills, and ran into Vice Principal Snyder, Preston could have avoided detention. But that would mean letting the other kids in the hall know that he had Crohn's. That was something he was just not willing to do.
So he was sent to Saturday detention for skipping. He hadn't told his dad because he knew that he would blow his cover, just like he had with Desiree. Preston loved his dad, but the man just didn't get it. He had gotten up early and took off, taking his breakfast with him.. he made his way to school taking the long route.. But he finally.made it, only to see his sister when he walked in. Avoiding her, he kept his head down, which was apparently a bad move because he walked right into Selena. He looked up, ready to apologize. But then he recognized her. She had been on the winning team of a charity soccer tournament to benefit the hospital. Preston was admitted at the time and had been one of many patients who met the team and was able to share his story and thank them. Which meant that if she remembered him, then she knew. God, he hoped she would keep his secret. "You." He said softly. He wasn't going to act like he didn't know her. Even if she knew something he didn't want anyone to know. That tournament had helped him get the treatment he needed. She was part of the reason he had gotten well enough to be released. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2013 9:34:57 GMT -8
Melissa tapped the table gently with her pen. She stifled a yawn as the girl sat beside her. All she wanted to do was speed up time right now. She would even rather.be hanging out with Jessica than being stuck in here. Not that she hadn't deserved it. She had flipped off Mr. Cooper. But he was pissing her off. Kevin would have been proud. That was all that mattered to her. Melissa constantly sought her twin's approval. She had never cared what he thought before. But since he was brought home, it was different. she was different. She felt like she owed him. Like it was her fault all this happened to begin with.
Frustrated, Melissa.thought about taking off and forgetting all about detention. But as she started to stand, she noticed the book that February was reading. Suddenly, she felt calmer. Looking at February, she reached to her backpack and pulled.out her copy of that same book. She cleared her throat, in hopes of getting her attention. She was even thinking about mustering up the courage to speak. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2013 10:26:01 GMT -8
Ian couldn't help but grin when she threw it back. He pointed at her after catching it. "Gotta love that arm." Being a fellow athlete, he definitely appreciated her skill. He had seen her play, too. It was pure magic. His attention was then diverted to Gracie. Ever since he came out, there were quite a few girls who wanted to test the waters. He really did not understand why that was. Before he came out, he never slept with or even dating anyone else. It wasn't like he had flaunted himself like JJ did.
He nodded to her. "You doin alright?" He wasn't going to be rude. He could be a bully at times, sure. But a girl as high level as Gracie wasn't going to be on the receiving end. He figured he could still hang out with girls. Being gay, being with Nikki was not going to change who he spent time with. If anything, it meant that he could be trusted.to hang out with girls more. After all, it wasn't like he would be cheating. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2013 11:10:47 GMT -8
Matt watched the new kid like a hawk. And when he walked over to Marissa, his jaw clenched. He was ready to walk over and punch him. That was his.girlfriend! His jealous streak was definitely prodding at him. He stared down at the table, twitching. He needed some more heroin. He had run out and was starting to feel the withdrawl pain. He needed that pain to go away. He needed the jealousy to to away. He ran a hand through his hair. Matt couldn't buy more until after detention. He could feel the cold sweat trickling down his neck and face. There had to be a way to get his mind off of the pain. There had to be.
But he had a problem. He could ignore the pain or he could ignore the jealousy. There was no way he could ignore both. All at once, he decided to get Marissa back. He was going to exact revenge for his jealous feelings. The fact that it was irrational did not even cross his mind. And the perfect girl was right there. Matt smirked and headed for Shanna. He was not going to get far, though. |
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Post by JJ Yorke on Jun 24, 2013 17:47:22 GMT -8
Detention. It was JJ's sanctuary. It gave him an escape. An escape from the stress of this stupid valedictorian speech that his mom insisted he start now. Escape from suddenly being clung to by an eleven year old. And an escape from the stress of having the detectives. breathing down his neck. All he did was defend Brandon. He told Garrett that the guy she was looking for was more psycho than that. And just like that, she realized that he knew who the Sniper was.
There was no way he was telling. And when he said that, things got heated. She reminded him that his mother was tortured. She thought he didn't know that? His eyes narrowed as she tried to guilt him into doing it. Finally he told her that if she was doing her job right then he would say. But he didn't trust that she would get to him in time. And that seemed to shut her up. She left and he hadn't been bothered since. That was yesterday.
He waltzed in the cafeteria, popping a piece of gum in his mouth. So long as nobody brought up his mother, he would be fine. JJ waved over at Sam before spotting Matt...getting dangerously close to Shanna. He walked over, grabbing the handles of the chair and pulling him backwards. "Not so fast." He hopped in front of the chair, getting between them. "You have to be a suicidal cripple if you think I'm going to let you anywhere near my scoobie." Looking over his shoulder at the younger girl, he smirked. "No worries, Scoobie Sis. Your bodyguard is here." |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2013 18:33:47 GMT -8
Rhean sat in the audience of the courtroom, listening to Nicole Ryan.explain the case to Judge Edmond. What they were asking was hard to get signed off on. But Rhean knew that if anyone could get it, it would be Nicole. She was good. The only lawyer who could go against her and have any shot of winning was Damon Croswell. As she went on about how this young man was allowing their perp to kill more each day because he stays silent. She listed names of the victims, even being slick enough to mention the grandkids of one of the judge's former friends. Finally, he relented and signed the arrest warrant.
She got to the school in no time. After all, it was common knowledge that JJ Yorke could always be found in detention. She walked in the cafeteria, hearing JJ say something about a bodyguard. "Not so fast. Put your hands up. Joseph James Yorke, you are under arrest for obstruction of justice. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." She walked over to him, putting her badge on the table before pulling out her handcuffs. ?aybe now they would get answers. Maybe. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2013 19:22:15 GMT -8
.She.finished her sketch and looked around.It was when she noticed Desiree that she was curious enough to set her pencil down. Desi was at the other end of the table so she slid over. The girls shared one class, so Tara had definitely taken notice. The girl was so confident, she was like a goddess. Tara was a strong believer in the supernatural, and even in the deities from Greek and Roman mythology. So when she made statements like this, she meant them. She had even drawn a sketch of a goddess on a golden chariot, starring that very girl.
She flipped over to that drawing as she looked at her. "Bad day?" For some reason, the girl didn't seem as confident today. "Look, Desiree. You probably don't remember me. I think we spoke like once. But I'm Tara. Mr. Maxwell's my dad. Anyways I was hoping you could help me. You see, I did something. Here. Take a look." She slid the sketchbook in front of her so she could see it. "What do you think? It's supposed to beshowing an old Greek myth. Except instead of Aphrodites or Persephone, I drew you. I don't usually show my stuff. And if it sucks I understand." |
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