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Everett walked in the hall and stopped at the locker he thougth was his.
He double checked the number on his sheet with the one on the locker and saw it was his.
He opened it quickly realizing no one was in the hall.
He wondered if he was early or late.
He hated being new to schools. He always was. That's what he got for his dad being in the military.

Storym rushed to school, late again. 'Ah, thats what I get for trying to read Shakespear till 2 am!' She whispered to herself. She headed to her locker and was surprised to find a new boy there. She untucked her hair from behind her ear and let it sheild her face from any wandering eyes and quickly shuffled to put her pile of books away.

He jumped as he heard a girl mumbling to herself.
"Um excuse me but am I late? I'm new and really have no clue what to do...."

"umm, first bell is in like a minute." She said quietly, not looking at him. 'Why is he talking to me? isn't there an administrater to help him out nearby? Whats our school wasting money on if we don't even have staff?' She thought desperately.

"Oh um yeah thanks..."
He quickly grabbed his books that he thought he needed for his first few hours not sure when he would be able to get back to his locker. He kicked the door shut as his hands were full of books and attempted to get his schedual out of his pocket to see where he needed to go.
'I am so lost' he thought to himself 'Why does this happen at every school? I get there am completely lost, dont make any friends, sort of get aqauinted then have to leave. And start the pattern again.'

Storym quickly shoved her set of shakespear's plays into her locker and prepared herself for another day. Why did her parents have to call her Storym? It sounded like a baseball team- not to mention was spelled funny. She was teased ever since preschool.

Turns quickly realizing he had no clue where to go. "Oh um sorry one more question.... but which way is English? With Mr. Casdoli? And by the way I'm Everett. Everett Taylor."

Hayden walked down to her locker shee looked in the mirror hung up inside her locker. (As always) She casually took out her books and went to her English class.

"Oh, follow me. Thats my class. I'm, uh, Storym." She cringed. "Storym Rainn." She mentally winced again at such a funny name.

He nodded awkwardly "Ok cool... I like your name." He smiled a little "Someone else who can relate. Parents just dont get it do they? I mean we have to live with our names. For, well, life!"

Storym gave a little smil back. "My parents are meteoroligists. They love storms. Even changed my last name to be sure their little girl can have their passion as a name." She chuckled softly.

"well that's different... But I guess it almost, in some twisted way, makes since. My parents just must've been drunk. Or thought I was girl." gives a small laugh.

Storym laughed. "Giving birth while drunk probably isn't a healthy thing." She said almost to English.

Miranda sat on top of her desk making out with some random guy to impress her ex boyfriend, steve

((really?! Miranda Evans has an ex named Steve? Oh I hate you so much right now))

"I'd agree with that statement, but for being a military family we don't have as clean of a past as you'd think. Or at least my parents don't." he stops and looks at the room numbers "is English right up here?"

(haha I <3 Steve! :D hahaha oh that was unintended! it was the first name to pop into my head!)

Storym nodded, unsure what he meant. She entered and sighed. "Why doesn't Miranda just give it up? Steve doesn't want her back!"

He looked at storym confused "excuse me?"

((oh be quiet lol))

"Steve samson- captain of the football team- broke up with that blonde girl there. She cheated on him like 6 times or something. So now she's trying to make him jelous." Storym said quickly.

He raises his eyebrows "well that's not a happy story..." he takes a seat near the back avoiding the blonde girl who he assumed was Miranda as she was makig out with a random guy.

Too late for Everett Miranda spotted him. "hi, new boy" she says seductively, looking ravishing in a purple halter top and short-shorts that broke all the school rules.

He averted his eyes and mumbled a quick "hello" he sent a quick look to storym as if to say 'help me!'

Storym shrugged helplessly as mirandas prada perfume consumed him. Storym started to feel tight. She stared at her converse.

Everett tried to distract himself from the blonde looming over him with a book. Her perfume was beginning to make him feel sick.

"I like you, new boy. Your my type. I'm gonna give u the chance to stop by my house for a little 'oppurtunity'." Miranda said loudly, smiling. Steve looked angry.

"I like you, new boy. Your my type. I'm gonna give u the chance to stop by my house for a little 'oppurtunity'." Miranda said loudly, smiling. Steve looked angry.

"I really don't think I am your type..." he mumbled "but uh thanks for the uh offer?" he went right back to staring at his book.

Miranda leaned over and just started to kiss him, her arms wrapping around his neck.

He jumps up quickly pushing her off him. He was freaked out now.
"Look I'm sorry but I don't want to kiss you! You're not my type! Please can you leave me alone?"

Miranda flicks her hair back. Whatever." she sighs

((sorry I'm being slow... I'm watching starship :) hehe))

Everett glances at storym "what the heck!" he whispers

Storym shrugs helplessly and rolls her eyes at Miranda.

Miranda glars at her. "I'll get your for this, Storym," she snarls.

"Why did she act like something was your fault?" He asked becoming more and more confused with this school.

"She just hates me. I've talked with you- that is enough."

"Well that's odd... does she hit on every guy that breathes?"

"Unless he's a total outcast, pretty much. She's probably the sluttest girl in school." Storym sticks out her tongoue.

"I guess I sort of gathered that last part...."

"Its a bit obvious." Storym laughed. Miranda went back to hitting on Steve who bluntly ignored her. About six other guys were surrounding her, hopeing to get lucky.

"Does class ever start here?"

"The teachers usually don't come in for the first ten minutes- even then they usually just flip on a video and leave. Don't know why." Storym says, looking at the door.

"Odd...." He wasnt planning on telling his parents that little tidbit... they were adamant that he become some sort of CEO and if they felt he wasnt educated enough they would give up and send him to boarding school. They only advantage to that is that he wouldnt have to switch schools.

"I know right?" Storym had long since taken it upon herself to learn.. with an IQ of 163 she was driven and picked things up easily. She was on her way to being valedictorian.

"Doesnt the school board or the district care?"

"Not really.... I mean, they don't even really know. They're more focused on the football team than acedemics."

"Huh.... I guess I didnt know what to expect here. My last school was very academics oriented"

((sorry I'm not really into it right now for some reason))

(haha I'm half doing science... where did u get a map?))

"This school isn't at all. Its a tragedy." Right then
Mr. Casdoli walked in. "Alright, sit down. Class is starting. Sorry i was late, I was, hem, well, nevermind." He cleared his throat.

((I didn't. We aren't supposed to do the brochure part yet. Therefore no pictures))

(haha i am already nearly done with the brochure i have publisher at home)

Storym listened half-heartedly to her teacher's lecture on "Romeo and Juliet." She already had read the play twenty times, so it wasn't a huge deal to her to pay attention. If she was called on, she'd already know the answer.

Miranda didn't pay attention at all. She was busy flirting with the boys, texting her friends, and making perfume hearts in the air to Steve who tried so hard to ignore her.

((mr ringold is gonna be pissed off! He said not to do that because we are spending two days in the lab to make the brochure so u won't have anything to do...))

((haha no i'm gonna bring it on the flash drive and edit it.))