[RP] The Tidal Waves

"All right, class," said Mr Turner, as he walked into homeroom. "Settle down."

Sarah scowled at him. He was one of the stricter teachers in the entire school. Everyone had to take him seriously and treat him with respect. She tapped her fingers against the desk, as he started talking about the trip.

"We'll be taking the plane in the next three hours. The bus will be here in half an hour. So let's do the register to make sure you're all here ..."

The register was boring. Everyone merely confirmed they were in the room. At the last moment, Jared walked through and took his seat behind Sarah. She could feel his eyes on the back of her, a mixture of a resentful glare and a longing expression. Just why did she have to be stuck with her ex on this pathetic trip?

Next, Sarah glanced at Bridgette. She was getting to her feet to take the lead.

No.

The time for change was here today. She was tired of being pushed around and ignored for so long. The position of Queen Bee would be hers, especially on this trip. Sarah was going to confront Bridgette ... just not yet. She wanted to build the tension, provoke her into the confrontation. But it would be a slow process. Sarah thought about the possibilities in the future. Perhaps everything would change after all.

In a carefully planned move, Sarh rose to her feet and grabbed her bag. She forcefully brushed past Bridgette, not even bothering to see if she'd caused any damage to her rival. It didn't matter to her. The tension would escalate soon enough.

She walked out of the door and saw Mr Turner standing there with a devious look in his eye.

"Mr Turner," she nodded.

"Miss James," he nodded back. "Quick to leave, aren't we?"

"Whatever."

Sarah brushed past him, not caring what he thought of her. Something was going to change soon. She was going to make sure it happened. She made her way outside and waited near the bus for everyone else.
 
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Once the teacher had finished speaking and made sure everyone was accounted for, the first to leave was Sarah James. Ivan had absolutely no care for her, but he took note it was likely ok to get up and leave. Getting up from his seat, Ivan walked by a pair of friends by the names of Askuka Miyako and Vitiali something or other, he hadn't memorized full names of everyone. As a bit of a joke, but something he would only do to people he found interesting, Ivan took a pair of aviators and put them on the desk in front of Vitiali and turned around while still walking towards the door to say, "For better hallway vision!" And continue out the door.

As he past by Mr. Turner, Ivan nodded with a smile and said to him, "Another day in the free life, eh Turner?" however he did not wait for a response and got out as soon as possible. First thing Ivan did was think for a moment...a half hour of time to kill and nothing to do. This left one option.

Putting on his headphones, Ivan did nothing else in a time like this then head to the library to lean on the wall listening to Aina. Why Aina? Because it was one album that covered around 45 minutes, sacrificing 3 or 4 songs was no big deal, he could finish those on the bus.

Closing his eyes, he chose to wait the last half hour away. He'd head out of the library in 25.
 
Stephen woke up late looking at his alarm clock he knew he was "dammit Tanner is gonna kill me" he jumped to his feet and got changed, a nice pair of crosshatch jeans and a white skin tight top for this beautiful trip. he headed out to his parents car and jumped in, getting a lift to school, his bag and Soccer ball already in the car, he headed straight to Homeroom and entered just as Tanner called his name. "late, but i'm here sir" he announced, a few moments later Stephen left the room with his classmates, dropping his ball ad dribbling it down the school halls as he more often than not did.

Half an hour to kill Stephen was informed by a class mate, so Stephen did what he always did, headed to the front of school and kick his soccer ball against the "no ball games aloud" sign, he didn't care much for the rules of no ball games away from the field, he was always kicking a ball, or on the occasional days he brought his football which he would throw up and down the corridors.

Today's trip was Stephen's last break before he had to focus, it was going to be a good one, Bermuda, so many mysteries, Stephen only knew one thing for sure, there would be no vanishing soccer balls today

OOC: sorry about the delay of my posts, RL been busy
 
Now that the room had started to fill up, Fletcher sunk lower into his chair. At least most people didn’t notice his presence. If he just kept a low profile, no one would, either. He couldn’t stand large crowds, even though he really did try. It was just something about them that made him jittery, even more self-conscious, and unable to function. The good thing about the school trip was the fact that it was only a small group…or, well, at least he thought. He really hoped a lot of people didn’t go.

By this time, he lost his focus on Sarah. And it was a good thing, too. Jared, her ex, had entered the room. Although it seemed Sarah had almost little interest in the guy, he stilled pursued her. And forcibly discouraged anyone else who had any interest in her. It pissed Fletcher off. How come guys like him have to exist? Girls deserved better.

He didn’t even register the teacher, or the fact he was taking attendance. After seeing Jared, his focus was again on Sarah. He couldn’t help it. She was simply…stunning. Although most people thought Bridgette was the “best” girl in this school in a sense, she was just shallow. She had almost zero personality. At least Sarah was unique. And had emotions and a personality. And…everything.

But, she was rich. She HAD everything. Fletcher had nothing. He didn’t have anything he could offer her. He shook his head. He should stop. This is ridiculous.

When he returned to reality, he noticed Sarah leaving, with a very determined look. She brushed past Bridgette, which probably wasn’t going to make her happy. No one else, except a few people, started to leave. Since there was nothing else to do except go wait for the bus, he decided to leave. Grabbing his luggage and slipping his headphones out of his ear and into his pocket, he made his way to the door. He moved quickly, as he didn’t want to think about people looking at him.

“Is everyone off in a hurry this morning?” Mr. Turner mused as Fletcher moved past him. He didn’t acknowledge the teacher. He just wanted to get outside, in the fresh air, and wait to leave. Knowing his classmates, they wouldn’t be arriving for a while. He’d be alone. That’d be good.

Well, he thought he would be. He didn’t realize someone else was going to also be waiting at the bus. Especially Sarah. He stopped in the doorway almost as suddenly as his heart did. He nearly tripped over his luggage. His heart started beating. Maybe it’d be better to just go to the library and wait-

No. Fletcher took a deep breath. Maybe…this was his chance. Maybe. No one else was around. She was alone. He could…at least try and talk to her. Besides, she didn’t look like she was in a good mood. Maybe he’d be able to help her calm down? He began moving closer to the bus. What was he thinking? This goes against every survival rule that he created for himself in school. This goes against his whole personality. What the hell was he doing? His body worked faster than his brain in this instant, however.

“..He..hey, Sarah…” Fletcher let out, almost in a whisper. It felt like his heart was in his throat. He felt like he was about to choke. Dear God, what was he thinking?
 
Ready to answer her question, Vitali was cut short as Mr. Turner entered the room, the same look of troubled dismay plastered to his face. Stopping abruptly, the Russian sat quietly in his seat and waited until the obligatory motions of the morning register were completed. Turning back to face the Japanese beauty he grinned as other students slowly started filtering out of the room.

"I'm really looking forward to seeing you in a bikini <3"

He whispered to her, verging on the edge of the perverse. His attention was distracted momentarily however as one of their classmates, Ivan, slipped a pair of aviator sunglasses on to his desk before making a quick exit. Laughing at the oddity, he picked them up and placed them on his face, the world fading to a dull brown. Improved classroom vision too! Almost everbody disappeared...

"Want to get something to eat before we go?"

Standing up he slid the shades onto the top of his head, brushing back some of his soft, black bangs and pulled his carry-all over his shoulder. Regardless of what they were doing, they didn't want to stay here under the steely gaze of Mr. Turner.
 
Asuka stopped her conversation with Vitali when Mr. Turner silenced the room. Despite only being at the school for 6 months, Asuka knew that Mr Turner was one of the strictest teachers in the school.

It wasn't much longer after the register was taken that a student got up and very abruptly left the homeroom. One of the more popular students, Sarah James, it was quite obvious that she was making a powerplay for Queen Bee status. Soon after other students were following her example now and leaving the room, especially with half an hour to wait before the bus arrived.

Ivan Ikonomou walked over and placed a pair of Aviator glasses on the desk infront of Vitali. Surely, he wasn't going to wear those? But she was wrong, he wore them straight away. She had the thought of "They're hideous, lets just wear them anyway since they were a gift."

"You are such a pervert, but I guess it will be inevitable on a Suba Diving Trip." She replied to Vitali's statement after Ivan had walked off. She resisted the urge to slap Vitali on the spot, but Mr Turner was watching and she didn't want to provoke him. Besides, she'd have to explain why she had slapped Vitali, and she didn't really want to. She'd get him back though. When he least expected it.

"Sounds like a plan. We will head to the Cafeteria, then from there we could go to the Bus, since we don't want to miss it."

Asuka and Vitali left the homeroom together, Mr Turner muttered something but she wasn't really listening so she didn't catch what he said. They headed through the hallways and found themselves at the Cafeteria. Asuka got herself some pancakes and a glass of Orange Juice. She sat down at one of the tables and waited for Vitali to get himself something to eat.
 
(("They're hideous, lets just wear them anyway since they were a gift." - Legendary Freddy! Haha, no more DoA Extreme 2 for you <3))

Vitali laughed openly at Asuka's displeasure of his previous statement.

"Ah, it was a compliment, krasivaya"

Helping her from her seat, they made their way out of the classroom, Vitali nodded quietly to the teacher as they passed him, always taught to respect his elders.

"Sir..."

Once they had arrived in the cafeteria, it didn't take the Russian long to procure himself a bacon sadnwich, his second of the day, as well as a healthier glass of milk to accompany it. Absently eating his way through breakfast, he stared out of the window, nothing much to say to the girl he was eating with. Thinking back though, they'd met here, the Principal had thrust her upon him using the guise that since they were both foreign students, they'd have something in common. Somehow a frienship had blossomed and Vitali understood perfectly why he spoke to Asuka, though not entirely why she still bothered with him. Set free, a girl like her would be so popular she'd never give him a second glance.

And speaking of glances...

"Damn, we're going to miss the bus!"

The youth had been day-dreaming longer than he'd realised. Shuffling out of his seat, he grabbed his stuff, grabbed Asuka and made a dash for the front of the building.
 
Sarah had to get out of there as quickly as she could. It was happening again and it only meant bad news. She fought hard to get a grip and stay conscious. She had to remain in this world, the last time this happened ... oh God, she didn't want to think about the consequences. But no matter what happened, she kept on vowing to stay clean. This was incredibly hard. The last time she was detached from reality, it was such a lonely world.

Get a grip, girl, she thought to herself. You're in control. I'm not going to let it control me. Not this time.

And then she thought of the repurcussions of the last few months. No, she couldn't go down that road again. She promised him she was going to stop it for good. But how could she keep that promise when she kept on taking a trip back down that road?

No, she had to keep control. If anyone, let alone Bridgette, found out about this, then she was finished. But it was so hard to resist one last trip before getting on the bus ...

However, Sarah had to stop when she heard someone coming. Was it Mr Turner? He was always spying on her. It was a wonder he hadn't unravelled her secret so far. Her paranoid behaviour hadn't alerted him yet. She was amazed that she'd lasted this long.

But when she glanced to her right, she noticed that it was someone from her class. She couldn't remember his name now. Wait, wasn't it Fletcher? She was so sure they'd been lab partners a few weeks ago. Taking a deep breath, Sarah hoped she wouldn't be so animated this time.

"Oh ... erm, hi," she responded nervously.
 
After they had both finished their second breakfasts, Asuka and Vitali ran for the bus stop, luckily there were no teachers about to tell them off for running through the halls of the school. There were only a couple of students at the bus stop when they got there, Sarah and another student, Fletcher? Or at least that was what Asuka thought he was called.

"See, you are so over dramatic. We're not late at all!" She practically yelled at Vitali.

Asuka turned around and slapped Vitali across the cheek. "That is for making me run for no reason."

She then slapped his other cheek. "And that, well, that was for your comment back in the homeroom."

Her hand was sore after slapping Vitali twice, but it was worth it. She did owe him the slap afterall, she figured the longer she waited the more chance she had to forget and he would get away with his perverted comment.

She placed her bag down on the floor and waited for the bus to arrive. Using her bag as a cushion she sat down and waited patiently. Pretty sure Vitali wouldn't speak to her now.
 
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OOC: Wait, is the bus here or we waiting for it?

Ms Verspertania..... MS VESPERTANIA! Wake up!

Iglesias snapped her eyes open upon hearing Mr Turner's loud voice next to her desk. Sleep had actually come to her and as a result, most of the classroom seemed empty with the exception of a few people. Obviously, as a result of her little snooze, Iglesias had no idea as to what was going on, or why Mr Turner was drilling swords into her with his eyes. Rubbing her eyes, Iglesias returned his stare with her usual dead, tired eyes.

Nugghh.... Yes sir?

We are going to board the bus really soon. I'd appreciate it that you keep awake to at least listen to instructions, even if you don't want to listen to class.

Mr Turner always had an exasperated tone mixed in whenever he spoke to her along with bitter disappointment, but Iglesias didn't care anymore than she cared about what the other students thought. With her arms outstretched and loosening the kinks in her joint, Iglesias stood to her feet, whipped her packs onto her back and made her way towards the bus in her typical sloth like speed.

And we really need to talk about your schoolwork. I will be organising a meeting with your parents soon, so don't think of ditching it like the last 40 times.

With a lazy wave backwards as an acknowledgment she made her way through from the back row of the class towards the door. The faster they got to the bus, the better. Still, it took her a while as at times, Iglesias stood by a window and stared out into the sky or stopped by a classroom and looked in. By the time she really got the the bus, there were several people there already, notably, Sarah, Fletcher, Asuka and Vitali. Quietly, Iglesias dropped her bags close to where everyone else was congregated, sat on the floor and leaned her head back onto her pack. Before long, Iglesias could feel the onset of sleep come again, her eyes slowly batting open and close.
 
“She responded! And it wasn’t to tell me to go away! Why am I so excited?”

Fletcher’s heart continued to beat fast. She actually talked to him. Well, not like she NEVER did. But he was always so reserved that he probably never gave him the chance. Of course, when they were lab partners a few weeks ago, she talked, but….well, that isn’t important right now. The present was important.

“Um...are you O.K?” he continued, still pretty quiet.

“Ugh. STUPID." Fletcher beat himself up inside. He should have said more. Or, rather, he shouldn’t have even started with that. But, hell, if his mental state was allowing him to even say ANYTHING to Sarah it was an accomplishment. Usually when he gets into a social situation, he’d just run off or try and ignore everything around him. Besides, even if he had more to say, it probably wouldn’t have come out – more people started to gather, meaning his paranoia would increase tremendously. He just hoped he could keep this conversation going.

“Sorry..I shouldn’t have...uh...are you, um…excited for the trip?” He quickly changed the subject. By this time he was looking down at the ground. His heart had begun to beat even faster, and he could feel himself shaking.

“Keep yourself together….”
 
She’d gotten to her feet and bent slightly to grab the handle of her flashy pink carryon (of course it was pink, nearly everything she owned was pink), when a blur rushed past her. Catching her footing, only just barely, by grabbing onto the desk behind her, she noticed what it was. It was her.

Bridgette casually ran her fingers through brown tresses, she frowned inwardly. What was wrong with her? Sarah wasn’t normally like this. She hadn’t been the same in years, especially after that fateful event that she’ll never, could never forget. With a scowl that went unnoticed to most except for Turner, who merely mused over the teenage drama of young women, she carried onward.

Taking her luggage with her, she passed through the halls, watching as a few eager others were already way ahead at the front of the school, waiting on the bus. She went on alone, unusual to her everyday life, but with the crowd she was left with, there wasn’t much else of a choice for her. She could either attempt to socialize with these peons, or she could suffer through the trip and come out with her dignity in tact; which meant behaving normally as she would, and shunning most.

She had one option however, and that was to try and make the most of it with Jared. Jared, Sarah’s ex and only extension towards a normal life, was a good looking guy; they’d made a good looking couple. But Sarah’s outlandish personality and his popularity drove them apart. They were from two different worlds. At least, that’s how Bridgette saw it. He could easily have any girl he wanted, and on paper there was no mystery why he lusted after Sarah.

As he followed shortly after her with his own luggage, they exchanged a knowing glance. They’d both had their own dealings and drama with Sarah. Perhaps she could salvage what hope there was on this trip by spending her time with Jared. It certainly wouldn’t tarnish her spotless popularity, so it couldn’t hurt. She allowed him to catch up before they walked in stride down the hall, sharing small every day tidbits about how gaudy the trip ahead was going to be; both of them dancing around the fact that they shared heartbreak with someone ahead.
 
OOC: Just a forewarning, this post might be quite graphic. :gasp:

IC: Sarah was fighting hard to keep control that she hardly noticed the flutter of excitement in Fletcher's eyes. He asked her a question that she desperately wanted to avoid. No, she wasn't ok. She was a nervous wreck, who was only just managing to keep it all together. Speaking to someone other than Henry and Stevie was nerve-wracking in itself, but it was comforting at the same time. It took her mind off all the troubles she'd rather forget.

But then Fletcher retracted his previous question. He was nervous around HER? Sarah supposed that a lot of people tended not to speak to her because she was considered such a deadly force since that incident. The incident that officially stamped her as an outcast, a freak, the one with the temper issues. And even so, it was interesting to see Fletcher was still making an attempt to speak to her. He was brave ...

She flashed a genuine warm smile. "Yeah, I love scuba diving," nodded Sarah with much enthusiasm. She saw he was glancing at the ground. Bless him, he's only trying to make conversation. Unlike someone that I thought was my friend. The mere flicker of that face got Sarah's blood boiling. She was about to continue speaking, however, a familiar face momentarily distracted her.

[Tension]

Jared walked out from the school building and the flicker of his determined brown eyes signalled he was up to something. Sarah's heart skipped a beat, as she looked at his buffed physique. Those feelings of warmth and comfort came rushing back within seconds. She acted like she couldn't give a shit about what happened and moved on, but she hadn't. She would see Jared in the hallways and yearn after him.

He pushed back the strands of his light brown hair and walked straight to her.

"Sarah, I need to talk to you," he said bluntly.

"I've got nothing to say to you," she replied coldly. She was going to be civil with him because she was two years older and had matured, but she wasn't going to fall for his conniving plan to win her back.

"Beat it, loser," Jared snapped at Fletcher.

"Leave him alone, Jared," growled Sarah through gritted teeth. She was being fiercely protective. She glanced at Fletcher. "I'll be back in a few minutes. Sorry to leave you like this."

Jared tried to grab her arm, but Sarah jerked away instantly. She didn't like to be touched. She didn't like to be close to many people. They walked around to the secluded corner and she leant against the wall, waiting for what he had to say. She most certainly didn't want to be embarrassed by Jared of all people. Not that he could ever do that, but still ...

"You haven't spoken to me all year, you know?" he raised an eyebrow.

"I have nothing to say to you," she repeated.

"Yes, you fucking do!"

"No, I don't! You cheated, Jared! You went with that slutty cheerleader, Brittany! You humiliated me!"

"And you humiliated me when you broke us up!"

"You deserved everything you got, you bastard! You're always going to use girls for your personal gain, Jar ..."

However, she stopped.

That was the nickname she'd give him. Those butterflies were swirling in her stomach once again. No, she couldn't fall for him now. It was bad enough she'd have to endure him on this trip. She couldn't do it again. She couldn't go down that road.

"I'll always own you."

Those four words haunted Sarah.

Before she knew it, she felt him kissing her neck up and down. Oh, how she'd missed that feeling of letting someone in. Despite breaking up two years ago, she remembered this like it was just yesterday. Shivers ran down her spine, as he grabbed her face and kissed her full on the lips. She felt his tongue slide into her mouth and the impact of it pushed her body further into the wall.

She was paralysed with a mixture of fear and relief. Scared because he was controlling her. Happy because he was satisfying her neds.

And finally, she gave in. She kissed him hard, a few tears slipping down her cheek.

But then she took it back. She wanted to be released, but he was so strong and so forceful ...

"J-Jar ..." she said breathlessly when she had a moment to speak.

Jared carried on with his manipulative scheme, enjoying this toying around with her heart. Sarah knew that he only wanted her back as a trophy girlfriend. He didn't care about her whatsoever. And before she knew it, he'd pushed her to the ground. She'd have screamed, but wanted to be strong enough to withstand him. She didn't want help. When he came tumbling down, she rolled to her side and got to her feet.

"JARED! THAT'S ENOUGH!" yelled Sarah.

"Face it, Sarah! I'll always own you!" he laughed.

"Piss off, you inconsiderate bastard!" she spat.

At that moment, he swung for her. His fist collided with her face and she went tumbling back down to the ground. Sarah could feel the heat rushing to her face, the impact of the punch having gathered so much pain coursing in her body. But she wouldn't cry out. Not for him. No.

Swiftly, she rose back to her feet and slapped him across the face. Jared didn't fall to the ground, but it would leave a mark on his cheek. Her lip was bleeding already. She spat blood on the floor angrily and glared coldly into his evil brown eyes.

"You wanna play like that, huh?" scowled Jared. "Well, I've got three words. Bring. It. On. There're other chicks on this trip that'd take me any day. You're going to realise what a big mistake you made!" He walked off, humiliated and not amused that his plan had partially failed.

Sarah was left there to gather her thoughts. She looked at the window and saw her reflection. Her hair was slightly messy and there was a large cut on the bottom corner of her lip. Well, that didn't matter. He could've done a whole lot worse.

And it only meant he was saving it for the trip. Oh, how she was going to just love the next seven days ...
 
She stopped when Jared broke away from her to approach Sarah on his own. There was something about Jared that had all the girls after him, and it wasn’t just his ravishingly good looks. As much as she would hate to admit, at least every girl in the school had wanted to get after Jared at one point.

Bridgette was no exception. Before they had gotten together, Bridgette had made a pass at Jared herself. They would have made a beautiful couple, a staple for all the beautiful people in school. At the time though he had other plans. Those plans came to light when she saw them together a month later. It didn’t matter though, as long as he treated her right, Sarah deserved to have him.

He didn’t though. He wasn’t good to her.

Bridgette broke from her thoughts when she noticed that the two of them were gone. Just an unknown remained. Well, an unknown to her anyway. He was one of those… loner, floater types. Easily drifting from clique to clique, never belonging to any one, but managing to blend in and disappear in the crowd.

She didn’t know what to say to him. They belonged to two different worlds in the same school; there was nothing that could be said. This was just one of many future awkward moments to happen over the next week.

She’d opened her mouth to say something, commenting on the lateness of the bus when she heard something.

A few rumbling noises… something.. no.. two things falling down. Her heart sank and instantly, she dropped everything. Her shoulders slumped and her pink short handled purse slipped off, colliding into her luggage and spilling her make up on the ground. She didn’t care though.

In an instant she rushed towards Jared and Sarah. She rounded the corner just in time to see Sarah gathering to her feet. Jared walked away a beaten man with a bruised ego. As he slipped by her and their shoulders brushed against each other, he casually mentioned something about having any girl on the trip that he wanted. As small and petite as she was, she glanced up at him for only a moment as he walked away victory in hand. Or at least premature victory.

Sarah looked broken. Her resolve shaken and in an instant, Bridgette felt a pang of guilt for her. The child in her wanted to take her former friend for ice cream and make it all better. But too much has happened since then… they couldn’t ever return to the way they once were.

“Sarah…”

All she could do was stare at Sarah. An uncharacteristically sympathetic look in her eyes; something that she hadn’t felt in years. Not since that first day of desertion.
 
OOC: apologies for short post of shortness, my RP powaz are in decline lately :(

Being lost in his studies David heard little to nothing of Mr Turner's short speech, by the time he became aware of what was going on everyone was starting to leave. Following suit he packed his book away and prepared to follow everyone outside as he turned a corner to head to the bus where he saw a girl he half glanced at in class and a guy harassing her. His mind failed to comprehend what was going on so he simply dismissed it as 'high school drama' and moved on. Taking relatively no notice of his peers he joined a small line which seemed to be waiting for the bus to arrive.
 
Asuka and Vitali were patiently waiting to board the bus.

"Where is the driver? He should be here by now, no?" she pondered aloud.

There was a queue now forming behind them and a couple of students, who got here first, in front of them.

Asuka wondered whether anyone had tried to board the bus, or whether like her initial reaction, thought the bus was locked due to a lack of a driver. She got up, picked her bag up off the floor and walked past the students waiting in front. "Excuse me." She said politely as she passed.

Once at the bus, she tried to open the door. Locked. Maybe she should have rejoined Vitali but she was here now. She found the lock release button and pushed it. The doors opened.

"Might as well get our seats now." She called to everyone and boarded the bus sitting down she saved the seat next to her for Vitali.
 
Chatter and movements once again pulled Iglesias from her sleep. She should have known better than to expect anything less considering where she was. She was woken just in time to see a majority of the students here, with David from the back row as her arriving. The commotion at the front of the bus drew Iglesias attention. The door had been opened, despite the absence of the driver, which was good. She now has no need to sleep on the ground of the school yard. There was a slight mob at the door as students began to squeeze into a door that was obviously designed for a single file entry. Iglesias stood a head above most of the girls, and some of the boys, in line and she could see that there was not much of a chance for her to get a seat any time soon. With time on her hand, Iglesias scanned the crowd and the area and to her surprise, Sarah James as was Bridgette Mends, was absent. The two were, if she was to make a simile, like flashing alarm lights among the black background of students. You'd notice if they were there and then disappeared when you weren't looking.

.... Right... whatever... not my problem... Myproblem is who i have to share parallel seats with....

Muttering to herself, Iglesias tapped her foot impatiently at the back of the mob hoping that the people up front began to actually stop and think and go in one by one rather than pushing and shoving. From the way it looks, it didn't seem likely to happen.
 
Faythe sat there in the main station apparently minding her own business and listening to her ipod. She seemed distracted. just enough for the thief to take her bag. or so he thought, as soon as his hand touched the begher hand came down oin top of his. "Two choices, let go of my bag or i can call for the police. which would you prefer" He hesitated before saying "Ive got a knife" He was stunned when she replied simply "No you havent, thats a toy" eventually he let go and as soon as she relinquished her hold on him he tried to run away

It was fun toying with low-order criminals, particularly pickpockets and bag snatchers, she thought for a moment before shouting him back. "This is for your sister" She said handing him $100 that she had saved up. "Make sure she gets well" "How did you -" He started but she cut in "Long story, too long in fact because i have a bus to catch" She took her bag and walked away saying tell her to keep faith in god and in the doctors caring for her. dont let her give up frank" She walked off into the crowd
 
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OOC: Himeno, if you could, would you be able to edit your post to say that you're at the bus queue or on the bus already? Just to make sure everyone's together for now. Thanks!

IC: Moments like these defined Sarah James. She was broken, torn apart and had just fallen to the ground again because she felt physically sick. She inhaled deeply, ignoring the coursing pain through her body from being thrown down. No, she had to be strong. She was the strong silent type to the rest of the school and it was up to her to uphold that imagery.

So she rose to her feet once again with the support of the trash bins that were near her. It would've been the wall if it weren't for them. Sarah spat out some more blood that was making her mouth taste disgusting.

And then she saw a face she thought she'd never see.

[Past]

The past hit her within seconds.

The image of herself and Bridgette as ten year olds skipping merrily through the park, holding their quickly melting ice creams. It was a long distant memory that Sarah thought she couldn't access so easily anymore. She'd shut out particular times like that because it was too painful. But seeing the sympathy in Bridgette's eyes now was killing her.

She said her name. Her name. Sarah's name.

It was the first thing she'd said to her in three whole years.

The pain hit Sarah's heart. All the hurt she endured for those first few weeks of high school, not being able to talk to her friend. It was all too much to bear with. If she was even thinking of ... no, that couldn't happen this time. She wasn't going to let anyone in. She had to get back to Fletcher. Yes, he was nice. She could hide behind him, even though she despised the idea of using people to her advantage.

Even though she wasn't going to say anything, nothing stopped her.

"Come to gloat, Mends?" snapped Sarah angrily. She was somewhat limping on her leg; she could feel the harsh bruises forming underneath her jeans. "Don't spare me your pity. You're three years too late."

She brushed past her furiously, walking towards the bus queue. It seemed no else had seen what had happened. Sarah wiped the blood on her lip and pushed her hair forwards to hide the incident. She couldn't give Jared the satisfaction of what had happened.

"So," she said to Fletcher, who was still standing by the bus, with a warm smile on her face. "Wanna sit together? I'll be waiting on there when you make your mind up!"

As she stepped onto the bus, Sarah noticed there were several others on there. She ignored their faces, even though she'd be seeing them for the next week or so. She took a seat in the middle of the bus on the right hand side and glanced out of the window, plotting her comeback against Jared.
 
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As most other people began to board the bus David began to follow the lead, taking one of the few vacant seats remaining. Hoping he'd be left alone as he began to occupy himself with a book until the bus started moving, hopefully nobody would distract him, after that he'd just have to tolerate those around him. Sleeping through the journey was inadvisable, an imbalance of sleep could lead to a lack of optimal energy and a disturbed sleep pattern, as well as aches that could develop as a result of discomforting sleep.

When he looked up again, he noticed that nearly all the other seats had been taken, yet there were people still outside, perhaps he would have one of them sit next to him after all, whether he liked it or not...
 
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