[RP] The Tidal Waves

[Amizon]

The tension was undeniable, undisturbed and unstoppable.

Sarah James, the wealthiest daddy's girl on this side of California, wasn't going to be taking anymore orders from her parents. She was stood near the front door with the most unusual expression etched across her face. She was wearing a white low-cut shirt, navy blue jeans, brown boots that almost reached her knees and a grey blouse. It indicated that today was no ordinary school day.

But alas, the scuba diving trip was the last thing on her mind at that moment.

Having hardly seen her parents over many years, it was hard to register their faces right now. Did it really give them a right to take an interest in her now that they were being threatened? The answer was simple.

"Screw you both," was what she blurted out.

It wasn't even unintentional. It was meant to be intentional.

"Sarah Maddison James!" gasped Mrs James.

She wasn't her mother. She was Mrs James. Sarah didn't even respond to her full name and glanced next to Mr James. He looked like he didn't know what to say. Typical. Henry entered the room and shook his head at her quickly.

"Henry, I'm going and they can't stop me," Sarah sighed sadly. She really didn't like to speak so sternly to him; he was the father figure, not Mr James. "They can go under the Witness Protection Scheme, but count me out. They can hide in the likes of South Africa for all I care."

"Why are you speaking about us in the third person when we are here?" snapped Mrs James.

"Maybe because you do the same? I'm going, Henry," Sarah shook her head, turning her back on her parents and focused her attention on the butler only. "I'll call you as soon as I get there."

Slamming the door behind her, Sarah had to breathe.

She'd never spoken to her parents like that before, let alone even speak to them at all. All this time, she'd been trying hard to get their attention through anything and forcing her to do something she didn't want was the final straw.

So what if the family had been threatened?

This scuba diving trip was a chance for freedom and to be loose for once. She'd finally give into the attention of the boys at school. She'd finally assert her position as the richest student at Graymore Valley High School. She'd finally show everyone what she was made of.

Putting the keys into the ignition and switching the engine on, Sarah drove off to the school in her silver BMW.

 

[Mitsurugi]

(I have written the following dialogue between Vitali and his Mother in italics to signify that they are speaking in Russian. Any time my character speaks in Russian, I'll make sure it's in italics to make it easily identifiable)

The smell of bacon was about the only thing that ever woke Vitali in the mornings, the crisp sweet scent of grilled pork meat was enough to wake him from almost any slumber. Figuring he had a good ten minutes before he needed to slide out of the pit, he rolled over lazily and rubbed his eyes before glancing at the alarm clock...

"Shit!"

Of all days, why had he picked this one to oversleep?

Fumbling out of bed he hastily squeezed into some pants before bounding down the stairs in desperate search of a shirt. Leaving a trail of disaster in his wake, he pulled on his shoes and began the frantic search for his luggage. So disorganised.

"Vi?" A motherly voice interrupted the chaos and an amused woman in her 50s stood in the doorway, shaking her head at the youth who had single-handedly destroyed the front room.

"Morning, uh...?"

"Your luggage is in the hallway where you left it, Vitali" The ageing woman shook her head again before disappearing off into the kitchen.

"Thanks!"

Throwing the heavy carry-all over his shoulder, he trapsed back into the house and craftily stole the bacon sandwich his foolish mother had dared leave unattended. Taking a bite, he popped his head around the kitchen door and readied a wave goodbye. Gentle hands accosted him however, stopping him dead in his tracks before he could make an escape.

"Please, come home safe son..." The words were soft spoken, a sadness lignering heavily behind them.

"I'll be fine, I promise <3"

Leaning in, he kissed his mother affectionately on the head and beamed at her warmly, it was only a short trip, everything would be fine.

Cramming the rest of his sandwich into his mouth he made for the exit, tense with excitement for his first trip since his arrival in America.

"Have a nice time, darling!"

Vitali half muttered some parting words between gaps in chewing, the words half muffled.

"And don't talk with your mouth full. You'll never get a girlfriend..."

"Bye, Mum!" Vitali answered, ruefully ignoring the girlfriend comment.

With one final wave, Vitali shut the door behind him, eager for the day to truly begin.

 

[Mogryo]

(For the record, anything said in Japanese, I'll bold to help make it pop)

Asuka woke up from a good night's sleep and had her morning shower then got herself prepared for school, donning her white top and brown mini skirt, although today was a school day, it was like no other day. Not only was today the day of her 17th birthday, today was the day of the Scuba Diving field trip, therefore, the normal uniform was not a necessity.

After fastening her favourite locket, Asuka descended the stairs where she was greeted with a familiar soft noise.

~Purr~

"Andre!"

She exclaimed cheerily, Andre was her faithful tomcat. He's a white long-haired Himalayan/Colourpoint Persian cat, Asuka fell in love with this cat whilst she was travelling through the United Kingdom.

Moving through to the kitchen to make herself and Andre some breakfast, she stood on one of the squeaky toys that Andre kindly left out for her.

"[Censored!?]"

Cursing in Japanese, she teased the playful cat with the toy mouse before she let Andre claim it.

Once in the kitchen she grabbed Andre's food dish and opened a pouch of Fancy Feast, and settled it down for him. Moving to the cupboard she decided on a light breakfast this morning, so she just poured herself a bowl of her favourite cereal, Granola.

All that was left was to pack something for lunch, she grabbed a packet of Chips out of the cupboard and made herself a sandwich, adding these to her schoolbag she was all set to go. She gave Andre a last minute stroke, and left for school.

 

[MagicMasher]

“…Damn it. Out of milk.”

Chucking his bowl of dry cereal on the table, Fletcher closed the refrigerator. The small yellow bulb that cast a jaundice-like light on the surrounding kitchen instantly was snuffed out. With a large sigh, he opened the utensil drawer and grabbed a spoon before plopping himself down at the kitchen table. Chucking the spoon into the bowl, he stared agitated at the breakfast in front of him before proceeding to eat it. He would need to make a mental reminder of picking up some milk. Doesn’t look like his mom would any time soon, if she even remembered.

A brisk sunlight penetrated through the window over the sink. It was the early morning. Sounds of the street below rose up and echoed across Fletcher’s apartment. It was almost time for school. Almost time for the monotonous, 8-hours-a-day rat race. However, his clothes betrayed this aspect. Sporting dark blue jeans, a pair of black Vans, and a “Cage The Elephant” t-shirt, he definitely did not look like he was heading to a uniform-required school.

Today, however, was the day of the scuba diving trip. He was finally free from having to wear those clothes…at least for now. Although, he hardly saw a difference. Clothes were clothes. On the other hand, change is change. And change is good. Change is something that was needed. - like a change in scenery. After stretching his arms out, Fletcher tossed his bowl into the sink. He’d have to take care of that later. It was time to head out - otherwise, he was going to be late.

His luggage (one suitcase, and a carry-on bag) was already sitting neatly by the door. He had packed last night and, ironically enough, everything fit neatly inside one suitcase. For the non-essentials, like his Nintendo DS and PSP, they were stuffed inside his carry-on bag, along with about three books. He needed to finish Dante’s Inferno, anyway; this trip was a great excuse. And with his gaming systems, he could just keep to himself. The perfect get-away. And, of course, nothing is complete without an iPod. That, however, was set nicely inside his pocket.

Fletcher stared at the baggage for a good minute or so. The apartment was quiet. His mom had already headed to work, but that was normal. However…it would have been nice for her to take the time to say goodbye. He was going to be away for a while. That’s what, you know, mother’s do - worry and care about where they’re kids are going.

“…She probably forgot I told her I was going on the trip. Oh well…” Shaking his head, Fletcher produced a folded piece of paper with the word “Mom” written across one of the folds. Tacking it up near the key holder, she would surely see it. The note would have to suffice in explaining where he was for now. And then she would try and call, and gripe at him for not telling her he was leaving…even though he did. The same old cycle of miss-communication. It was nothing new.

With luggage in hand, it was out into the stereotypical staircase of the apartments. Locking the door, he proceeded the descent down the stairs. It wasn’t that bad - he was only on the third floor. The building was lusciously decorated in a red material - almost velvet-looking. It was pretty…except for the rips and tears in many places, as well as the water damage and weathering. And the fact the carpet looked like shit. Fletcher wouldn’t mind not seeing THIS for a while. Even the staircase had cracks in it. Someone could get hurt.

“Fletcher? Fletcher!” a voice called from below him. It was Mrs. Morris, the apartment manager. She was a very nice lady that instantly took a liking to the young man that was descending her staircase and always tried to throw in a few good words of encouragement every morning. It was a thoughtful gesture.

“Looks like you’re going on a trip! Don’t you have school? Oh, no matter…could you tell your Mother that rent was due yesterday? I don’t mean to pressure, but I do hate enforcing the late policies…”

“Yeah…I will.” He would have to remind her from a distance. That is, if she even sees the note and calls. Although, he really did hope she saw the note. It would be unneeded chaos if she took the time to notice he was gone and called the cops to go on a search. He shook his head. Now he was just being fantastical. That’s enough video games.

“Oh, thank you! Have a good day at school!“ And with that, she went back into her apartment and shut the door. He continued out onto the sidewalk. The sun glared over the buildings, forcing him to catch his bearings before crossing the street. Although he usually walks, dragging luggage all the way to school didn’t seem very fun. Entering the parking lot situated across from the apartments, he quickly found his car - a 1984 Volkswagen Scirroco - sitting in one of the front spaces. Packing his bags into the back seat and taking his rightful place in the driver’s area, he was finally off to school. And away from here.

 

[Tipsynaruto]

*Briiiiiiinnnngggg*

Iglesias let the alarm ring for several seconds, her eyes closed. Letting a sigh slip her lips, she blindly groped for the machine before stopping the cacophony. Lying there, Iglesias tried to relax and hear glimpses of noise from her garden. Her house was built in a rather peculiar way. A mish mash of culture, Iglesias had her own wing, separate from the main house via a traditional japanese wooden walkway lined with retractable wooden blinds. Her wing was design specifically to her taste, hosting a japanese decor and even a small garden whilst the main house was more modern and normal. Iglesais tore herself from her futon and shook herself awake, walking towards the wooden screen door and pulling it open. Sunlight poured in and brushing her hair back, she went through her morning routine and threw her clothes on. Today was the scuba trip that her friends have convinced her to go. Instead of her uniform, she wore her black leather vest and shorts before slipping on her converse.

Mornin' darling. Your breakfast is on the table.

Her mom was flipping eggs whilst dad, Davia and Garcia sat at the table eating their own. From the corner of her eye, she spotted her backpackers bag as well as another backpack for personal carry.

Morning sis!

Morning Ikky.

Hm....

Davia gave an eye of concern for a second before shrugging and continued with her food. Without looking away from his paper, Rico Vespertania cleared his throat before asking Iglesias about school.

Iglesias, how are you doing at school? I am concerned that your grades are so low. I know you are much more capable than this.

Rather than answer, she shrugged her shoulder and picked at her eggs. After a few seconds of silence, Rico sighed in resignation and gave up trying to convince his daughter to discuss the topic.

Well... i guess this trip will do you some good eh? Have a safe trip honey.

Bye bye sis! Buy me something there please!

I might need your help later with some work stuff okay, Ikky.

Have a safe trip darling.

I will mom.... bye guys.

Pack on her back, Iglesias kick started her Brough Superior SS110, a vintage her family managed to scrounge up for her birthday. The roar of the engine was good and within seconds, Iglesias was off. Her white hair fluttered behind her as she did not wear one of those enclosed helmets. One of the rare times Iglesias ever felt really alive and free was on her bikes or when she dozed off on the school roof during a sunny day. With the comforting throb of the engine under her, Igelsias sped off to school

 

[Amizon]

Sarah pulled up in the student parking after gaining access into the private school's grounds. Her presence was known and felt when the boys, both in uniform and not, turned their heads towards the infuriated rich girl. She stepped out of her BMW and locked it. She tossed the keys to the courier, who started up the engine and carefully drove it back to the mansion.

She wasn't going to waste anymore time. Now was the chance for her to show off her wealth and claim her rightful position as Queen Bee in this joint. The confrontation she had with her parents this morning was a reminder that she was still someone at this school. She could have had so much. No longer would she be an outcast. No, that wasn't her any longer.

There was only one person that stood between her and that position.

Bridgette Sands.

Graymore Valley High School was about to see who Sarah James really was once she confronted Bridgette. A newfound confidence flourished around her. Even the guys that were staring could sense it and there were numerous people whispering in their groups. Sarah smiled rarely, but there was a genuine one for today. It was the day she'd change and reinvent herself.

The agony aunt was taking her own advice and using it against all those who opposed her.

 

[Rorolina Frixell]

As a large beam of light shot through the curtains in his room, David awoke to the first rays of morning sun. Rubbing his eyes awake he gradually willed himself out of bed. Today he was going to leave the comfort and security of his family's estate and live in a school instead, a suggestion made to, from what his manservant told him, to gather data on his interaction ability with others. He got the feeling his manservant was hiding something but nonetheless, his words made him sound like David was some kind of robot.

Getting dressed in his casual clothes he made his bed and left the room after brushing his hair, walking to the kitchen he found his breakfast fully prepared, due to the special occasion it was somewhat more extravagant than usual. A serving of bacon, egg, sausages, potatoes and hash browns, something that for most people would be a late night dinner rather than a breakfast.

During his eating his parents appeared in formal attire to join him. None spoke throughout and once David finished his 'breakfast' they all got up and departed for the Limousine, something that was apparently expected of those of superiority, to make everyone aware that they were better off.

As they all neared the school his mother pulled him aside to speak privately by the school gates, after looking around to confirm they were out of earshot she removed a collapsible knife from her waistcoat "if ever you are in danger here, keep this with you" after David pocketed it away with a slight nod, not even sure why he'd need something like that his family departed in the Limousine while David walked into the school, keeping his head down as he looked for his room.

 

[Mitsurugi]

Even though the walk to school was a short one, it had felt like an epic pilgrimage, the bulk of the carry-all weighing heavily on the back on the poor Russian. The 10 minute jaunt had turned in to 10 minutes experience of how the titan Atlas must have felt carrying the weight of the world. Why God, had logic told him not to bother bringing his car this morning?

"Ugh."

Dumping the heavy bag down, Vi leant against the nearest wall and surreptitiously pulled the Marlboro Reds from one of the compartments on the carry-all. Sliding the white papered sliver of heaven from the packet he lit up and stared absently to the world around him. Nothing really caught his interest until a girl stomped out of her car exuding her authority in every direction and yet...it didn't seem to suit her. The smile made her flourish beautifully but something about her attitude made her seem so out of sync with herself. Hadn't he seen this girl before?

Stubbing out the burnt tip of his Marlboro, he pushed himself back to standing upright and sighed. Yet another generic lost cause, such a waste of otherwise a perfectly atractive young woman. What was it about American high-school culture that insisted on turning such nice people into popularity hungry, vapid little nobodies?

"..."

Vitali became aware the he too had inadvertantly started staring at the beauty, however of all the students crowding the entrance, his face must have been the only one painted with disdain. Letting out a sigh, he wobbled and picked up his heavy luggage before heading inside the building to the designated classroom.

 

[Tipsynaruto]

Iglesias eased down on the throttle as she approached the school driveway. It was a good thing that Amilia wanted to borrow it for the afternoon. Otherwise, she would have had to walk to school. The Superior was a dear bike to her and Iglesias was less the willing to leave such an expensive and precious item at school.

There was a commotion inside the car park as Iglesias drove by a rather attractive girl. Iglesias lowered her head as she drove her Superior by her, trying to avoid attention. She was well aware of the mass of ogling males that drilled their eyes towards her and she did not want any of it drawn to her.

Hmm..... who was that girl....?

Iglesias began to muse to herself as she swerved into the closest parking spot.

Who am i kidding. Of course i know her. Sarah James. She's in my grade.....

It's time like these that Iglesias curse her photographic memory. She was well aware of Sarah's ... attitude and power struggle. How could she not see it? Sitting in the back of classes had its advantage in that Iglesias was invisible to those in front and that she saw things that most people didn't. Iglesias wanted to be no part of any internal school struggle and pushed it aside. Not her problem to solve, just like the boy she passed by that was smoking. Not her problem.

Amilia and her other friends milled about several meters from where the boy stood, which was convenient. It helped Iglesias point out where her Superior was to her.

Ikky! Mornin'!

Morning. Superior is over there. Watch it. I finished maintenance not too long ago.

Don't worry. Your baby is my baby. I just wanna try it out. I'll go straight back to your house from school.

Mmmm.... by the way, why we standing here?

I dunno, but i have a feeling something might happen, if you catch my drift.

Iglesias didn't until Amilia nodded her head towards Sarah's direction, which she understood immediately. They were sticky beaking, curious. With nothing to do without her friends, Iglesias could only stand around with them until it was time to go.

 

[Channizard]

Slender eyelashes fluttered as another stroke completed the ritual. Slicing her fingers through her hair for the thirtieth time, they glided down the length of her chest to smooth out the wrinkles of her pink top. Despite today being the day for the Scuba School Trip, it wouldn’t hold her back from sporting her tribal colours with her clique, even if it would be for part of the day.

“You’re going to be late, Bridgette.” A voice called faintly from downstairs. The driver with their town car had already packed her baggage and had been waiting on her to be ready, something she said she’d accomplish twenty minutes ago.

“I’m coming.” She turned to leave, but glanced once more in the mirror at her side reflection. Again, smoothing the fabric out, she left for school.

Even in the confines of the smooth black town car, she continued with her primping. Compact in one hand, delicate fingertips brushing at her fringe in various directions, never completely satisfied with the result. She reached for her shimmery lip gloss when the driver slowed the car at the gates. It wasn’t odd for her to lose track of time when she was in the middle of her numerous ceremonies. Pocketing her arsenal, she slid out of the car while he readied her luggage for her. Unsurprisingly, a dark pink carry on with its own specialize matching purse, something she’d arranged for this occasion. To be slumming it on an island with a bunch of nobodies, she’d have to make the most of it by surrounding herself with things that perked up her attitude.

Her posse met with her at the car, quick to dish on all the new happenings and goings on in the school. Who was sleeping with who, who had redeemed themselves from being a slut, who was wearing the gaudy outfits. The latest gossip seemed to be whirling around one Sarah James.

Sarah was exuding newfound confidence, one that was apparent with her new look. She strode through the halls with dignity and grace that would make for the perfect candidate to their group. One girl, Erika, remarked how they should possibly initiate her in.

Bridgette waved her hand at the notion and led her clique forward into the school. “We’ll see. We don’t just let people in. Besides, I think I’m stuck with her on that trip.” Now that their Queen Bee was with them, they could patrol the halls and do their daily evaluation on their peers and their outfits.

 

[Amizon]

Sarah was fully aware that the attention was on her, just how she liked it. She scowled at those whom she deemed not worthy of visioning her beauty. The hushed whispers around the front of the school were undeniable. She may not have been able to hear what they were saying, but she knew that it seemed she was the centre of new gossip. People were already texting on their phones and glancing back at her.

It's about time I flaunted what I had, she thought, and watched the courier drive off in her silver BMW.

And then she glanced around to see that her rival, Bridgette Sands, had arrived. Excellent timing, it couldn't have been better. But whether it was pure ignorance or the fact she couldn't see her, Sarah watched her walk into the school with her clique. It didn't bother her whatsoever. They were going to be stuck on the trip together ... and it only meant a struggle for power would soon ensue.

"Sarah!"

The voice belonged to one Stevie Vickers, her one true and only friend at Graymore Valley High. A genuine smile etched across Sarah's face and the two embraced when they came together.

"So I heard you're finally going ahead with the attack on Bridgette," she remarked.

"Yeah, this trip is going to be so much fun," replied Sarah with a hint of sarcasm detected in the tone of her voice. "You'll be fine holding the fort, won't you?"

"What, you think I can't survive without my favourite agony aunt?" Stevie said in a hushed voice. It was a well-kept secret that Sarah was the anonymous agont aunt success in Graymore Valley's newspaper.

Sarah's smile turned wicked and curved. "I'd love to see everyone's faces if and when they find out it's me dishing out advice. But yeah, I'm claiming back my position. I can do it without being with Jared."

Stevie's expression turned grave and glanced around to notice that everyone was going back to their own business again. "Yeah, Jared ... he's been gloating that he's going to try win you back on the trip. Sarah, please be the responsible one here and tell him he's an asshole."

"Don't worry, he's not going to be winning me back anytime soon."

The two walked into the school, even though the bell hadn't rung yet. There were more hushed whispers, as several groups were at their lockers and kept stealing the occasional glance at Sarah. Stevie wasn't bothered that her best friend happened to be the centre of attention for once. She'd wanted this for a while.

And with that, the warning bell rang.

"Well, I guess I gotta get to homeroom," sighed Stevie sadly. "I wish I could be coming on this trip with you. You'll be going near the Bermuda Triangle! I may never see you again!"

"Now let's not get too dramatic, Stevie," Sarah rolled her eyes. "I'll see you in a week. It's not like I'm going to be gone for months."

As the two friends embraced once more, Sarah was left to face the horror that was homeroom. She imagined that Bridgette would be preparing her own onslaught once word got out that Sarah herself was the centre of the gossip today. Shrugging it off, she walked into homeroom and took her seat near the wall in the middle of the classroom.

 

[MagicMasher]

Fletcher absolutely hated driving his car to school. Although it was fixed up, interior and exterior, it still clunked and made funny noises as it moved. He deemed it a gift from Zeus that it didn’t make explosion noises out of the tailpipe, too. And in general, it was a significant oxymoron to the building he just drove up to. It was beautiful…had a certain sense of elegance. It exhumed posh. The beat up 1984 Scirroco was a sharp contrast to the school. After gaining access to the grounds of the school, he pulled his car around to meet up with the other various lines of cars. His hope, at least, was that it would get lost between all the BMWs, Mercedes, and Hummers to the point no one would notice it.

That was probably false hope though.

Opening the creaky driver’s side door, he carefully maneuvered himself between his car and the shiny Hummer next to him to get his baggage from the backseat. Although it would be weird to carry around a suitcase (although, it looked more like an oversized backpack) and his carry-on, this way he would know his stuff was safe. Well, that is if the jocks didn’t decide to strew his clothes across the school. Or stick the baggage someplace horrible. Sighing, he proceeded towards the school.

He realized that he got looks. A lot of looks. Mainly from the fact he drove into such a rich private school with such a shitty car. He knew they were talking, but he didn’t even want to pay attention. He just upped his movement to try and get out of the parking lot as quickly as possible. He could minimize the time he spent in a social setting by moving quickly and getting from place to place. He just had to survive until the trip.

He ignored everyone and everything as he moved through the hallways. If anyone yelled at him or made a snide remark, he ignored it. He kept his head down, and just kept moving. Eventually he reached his destination – home room. Making a beeline to the back of the room, corner desk, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his iPod. Setting the headphones into his ears and switching on the iPod, he sat down at his desk. He replaced his iPod back into his pocket and stared around the room. The room was getting filled up now as students continued to trickle into the room, but only one person he noticed – Sarah James. Despite every girl in this school being absolutely pretty, there was something different about her. Something that…made her stand out. Made her awesome. Not the most elegant words, but that’s how Fletcher saw her. She seemed different today, though. More…confident.

“…At least I’ll be going on the trip with her.” Fletcher immediately shook his head before laying his head on the desk. He was staring at her for an awfully long time. He hoped she wouldn’t notice. That’d be pretty bad. Especially if any of her suitors, mainly Jared, saw. He’d be ripped to shreds.

“Just keep listening to the song….keep listening….”In one ear and right out the other…””

 

[Mogryo]

Asuka wished that her neighbours hadn't had to leave for work so early, she wished she could have borrowed someone to take to school with her,especially today of all days, when she had luggage to carry as well. The problem with only having a Driver's Permit was the fact that someone older than 21 had to be in the car you were driving.

She applied for her Permit upon arrival in the US 6 months ago, but until her Driver's Ed classes start driving solo was not an option. At least when her Driver's Ed classes start she'd recieve her licence, allowing her to drive anywhere, regardless of a companion.

This was going to be a long walk, especially with her back pack, which looked like it was ready to burst at the seams. There was nothing that she could do about it though, she just had to face the 15 minute walk.

Once arriving at school, she cut through the car park, placing her bad on the floor to a brief break. There were crowds of students in every corner, each in there own cliques. However right in the middle of the car park was a blonde girl, she had a 'not-to-be-messed-with' attitude and was right in the centre of attention.

Not wanting to hang around too long, Asuka decided to make the final leg of the journey to the home room, she picked up her back and got a seat in the classroom. There were a few students already here, once the bell rang more and more students piled into the room.

 

[Channizard]

She led her swarm into the school, arriving just moments before the warning bell signalled. Bridgette frowned inwardly to herself at the lack of time to make it to the ladies and do one final primp with her crew. She kept this disappointment inside, a slight smile playing along her lips; disappointment wasn’t allowed to be shown on this young heiress, especially within her kingdom. It showed weakness, no matter how trivial or important the matter.

She waved off the girls before splitting off from the herd and heading down the opposite hall to her home room. As if she were some biblical deity, students parted in the hall. This was a typical ritual for Bridgette, an everyday happening since Junior High when she first established her place on the student hierarchy.

She barely cast anyone a second glance. However as she approached one of the many school’s intersections, from down the hall someone had caught her eye. It was Sarah. She mulled over the thought once more about possibly allowing her into her group, but she set the matter aside. Moving on towards Home room, she caught wind of something even more delicious.

Settled off to the side against the lockers, an untouchable was trying to clique breech.

Some gaudy, lanky teenage boy with slightly greasy hair was making quite the spectacle of himself in front of Michelle, one of her own kind. Her eyes rolled in that familiar way and as soon as they made eye contact, her fingers curled in her hair and tucked behind her earlobe. That was their signal.

Bridgette abandoned her parade and slide off into the crowd, working her way towards Michelle’s situation. The geeky boy scratched the back of his head with one hand, while the other went for the lockers to lean on in a cool manner, slipping slightly from his sweaty palms. “So uhh, if you’re not doing anything...”

Bridgette interjected, placing a calming hand on Michelle’s shoulder, but directing her words towards the unknown. “Are you supposed to be here?”

His eyes shifted with sudden uncertainty. “What... what do you mean?”

“I thought the geeks only hung out in the hall with the science labs. That is where you and your friends hang out, isn’t it?” A certain emphasis stung on a few words, whether he had friends would be few and far between. She didn’t wait for an answer. “I suggest you make your existence here scarce.”

His eyebrows furrowed and he turned away from his prey, walking away a beaten man. Bridgette revelled in her victory, a mild one as she could have been far harsher with him. But alas, she wasn’t quite up to spirits today for spitefulness, the thought of the trip wearing her down. There would be plenty of time for that in the week ahead. “Ugh, I’m gonna miss that. Take care of yourself sugar, and be sure not to spare me any of the gruesome details when I get back.”

Together with Michelle, they made their way to homeroom and found their usual seats at the center of the room in the very front. Absentmindedly, she stroked the inside skin on her right wrist, her eyes stealing knowing glances of others from around the room, taking note of who would be joining her on the trip.

 

[Captain Squee]

Waking as if it was some sort of drunken man passed out on the bed, yet still smelling of a clean teenage boy, Ivan woke up from a heavy sleep. The band Sylosis had been playing in his room rather loudly, though his room was placed so nobody could hear it all. He was on his stomach, still fully clothed from the previous day. He got up after a few minutes of him telling himself to do so. First thing he did was strip down and put on a clean pair of jeans, a white T-Shirt, and one of his various hoodies. The usual clothes he wore.

Today's selection were jeans that were rather blue, but a good blue and a comfortable fit, his old blood donor shirt from when he gave blood, and a large, warm, dark gray hoodie.

Today there was going to be a scuba diving trip for school, and he had no interest in the ocean. Despite this, he was going anyway. Opening his window, he took his Zune from his speakers on the computer desk next to said window. Plugging it into his headphones, he put those around his neck, as per usual. He then walked back to his backpack and tossed it out his window. He already knew what was in it and knew that he didn't need more. Then He went out his window to a ladder that took him down to the ground rather than going down the stairs to face his mother.

Picking up his backpack yet again and hoisting it on his back, Ivanbegan to walk towards the school. He didn't live very far at all. In factm he lived so close he only took five minutes before arrival. The usual cliques were gathering in the morning as always, but Ivan walked right by them all. He didn't need any cliques to know he had friend. It seemed a bit redundant to meet with the same people at the same time in the same place. He did, however, walk by a friend of his named Jake, however the two simply exchanged nods and a quick high five before moving on. Reaching his locker, Ivan dropped his backpack apathetically and opened his locker.

looking it up and down, it was kind of a mess and poorly organized, but it didn't matter. Not knowing why he opened his locker in the first place, he slammed it shut and picked his back pack back up.

 

[Rorolina Frixell]

Having not long entered the school, David heard the sound of a bell which from what he was told signalled everyone to head to their classrooms. Though the school's structure was unknown to him, his sense of awareness was not. Following the numerous signs and set age groups heading to a single destination it didn't take long to locate his homeroom.

Upon entering the room David sat himself near the back of the class, where he had a better view of the whole room as well as anyone present in the classroom even if it was by the back of their heads. Patiently he waited while restudying one of his books for anything he may have potentially missed, as irrelevant as it was to this classroom, much less this level of education.

 

[Tipsynaruto]

The bell rang out for class and Iglesias watched Amilia wave back at her with her Superior's key swinging in her hand. She couldn't help but grimace a bit. After all, besides herself, Iglesias didnt really trust anyone else with her Superior. Whatever it was, she lent it to her and she was going to be late for class.

As she entered the classroom, Iglesias was indeed one of the last few to enter. Already, the room was filling with students, such as Sarah James and Bridgette Mends in the middle, the new transfer student Asuka, Fletcher and from the back row where she also sat, David. Whatever the case, Iglesias made her typically lethargic way towards the seat by the window before dropping her bags behind her seat and slumping down onto her arms as if to sleep. Her seat at the back allowed her to exercise her photographic memory, meaning she could spot things that happen that most students dont. More importantly, it also allowed her to sleep peacefully. To hell with anything, Iglesias tried to sneak in a few more winks before anything major happened.

 

[Mogryo]

The homeroom was filling up fast and Asuka was glad she got her earlier, at least she had a seat now. She looked around the room there were some people she recognised, amongst them was her Russian friend.

Standing up she moved her way over to him. "Hey there, should be a fun filled day."

Asuka sat down in the vacant seat at the side of Vitali, greatful her friend was also here.

"I wonder what the hold up is?" She whispered to Vitali.

Musing to herself she thought, "surely, everyone was here by now?"

 

[Mitsurugi]

Vitali was in his own world, his cute Skull Candy headphones blasting "Bulls on Parade" so loud a good percentage of the homeroom probably heard it too, so it wasn't surprising he did even notice Asuka wander over to his desk. It was only as his eyes met with bare mid-rif that he snapped back into focus and pulled his headphones around his neck, just about catching "--fun filled day" in time.

"...Hopefully"

The answer was cautious as he'd only heard half of what she had said, but hopefully convincing enough.

Absently he turned off the iPhone is his pocket and leant forward, grabbing Asuka by the hips and with his usual affection, he kissed her on the forehead. They were only friends but there was no denying she was gorgeous, so small and cute and curvy <3 It made the Russian feel good to be her company though they'd never likely be romantically involved.

"Ah, probably waiting on some Princess to powder her nose"

Shrugging idly he sat back in his chair and glanced about the classroom, checking to see which divas were missing before looking back to Asuka with a cheeky grin.

"So excited for the trip?"

 

[Mogryo]

Asuka grinned slightly at Vitali's affection. Her forehead warmed with his touch. She chuckled at his comment about some Princess powdering her nose.

"Yeah, I've always wanted to go Scuba Diving, although if not now, I would have gotten around to it at some point after highschool though."

She smiled taking a quick breather before asking Vitali how he felt. "How about you?"