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28 November 2006 @ 12:43 pm
First Day of School  
*I decided the best way to do this was under the Mod name and to have everyone go from there...

Who: All Kennedy High students
When: Monday Morning
Where: The hallowed halls of Kennedy High
What: Chaos Abound
Rating: PG-13

Five minutes after the first wave of students arrived Monday morning, it was if they had never left. Posters appeared up on the wall, papers littered the ground, and the sound of teenagers screaming down the hall to one another was deafening.

This was the scene that greated our heroes (and antiheroes) as they arrived...
 
 
 
Brooke McQueen: angryglamazon_queen on December 2nd, 2006 05:54 am (UTC)
Brooke wondered if something was wrong with her hearing. Surely the unthinkable hadn't happened. But judging from the utterly look of shock and disgust on Sam's face that she was sure was mirrored on her own, she knew her worst nightmares had come true. Standing she moved over to the now empty seat beside her newly acquired enemy like she was taking her last walk on death row.
Samson: oh my jeebussam_mcpherson on December 2nd, 2006 06:00 am (UTC)

Okay, Sam thought. This could be okay. She could do this. She could. She just needed to be strong, and dignified, and prove herself the bigger person. She needed to look that blonde, holier-than-everyone bitch in the eyes when she and her Prada backpack made their way over.

Yeah, that didn't work. Sam found herself grimacing like she was going to be ill, and then dropping her eyes to the scarred lab bench in front of her.

Could be worse. At least more word vomit wasn't exploding from her mouth. Stupid.

Brooke McQueen: angsty confusionglamazon_queen on December 2nd, 2006 06:08 am (UTC)
"This can not be happening..." Brooke muttered under her breath as she chanced a glance at her new seatmate. The day just kept going from bad to worse.
Samson: bang bangsam_mcpherson on December 2nd, 2006 06:13 am (UTC)

Sam took a deep breath and focused on the bench in front of her. She could do this. She could be the bigger person.

Apparently Brooke had no inner-monologue, but she was bigger than that. Bigger person. Zen bio meditation thing. Breathe in, breathe out. In with the good air, out with the bad . . . Brooke.

There were stress marks and scratches in the heavy, dark surface of the bench, and Sam wondered how many came from wear and tear, and how many were from not-quite-accidents.

BIGGER PERSON.

Brooke McQueen: angryglamazon_queen on December 2nd, 2006 06:17 am (UTC)
The loud breaths coming from the other girl grated on Brooke's nerves like nails on a chalkboard. "Do you think you could, oh I don't know, breathe a little quiter?" She growled.
Samson: the devilsam_mcpherson on December 2nd, 2006 06:21 am (UTC)

Sam's Zen broke.

She turned slowly to face Brooke.

"Now you want me to stop breathing?" she asked, her voice a deadly asp, quiet and poisonous.

Brooke McQueen: angryglamazon_queen on December 2nd, 2006 06:27 am (UTC)
"Hey, breathe...don't breathe...I don't really care how you do it as long as you do it quietly." Some people were just not considerate at all.
Samson: oh noes!sam_mcpherson on December 3rd, 2006 03:27 am (UTC)

Sam was struck speechless. Wow. Some people were absolutely without consideration from others.

Brooke was like a science project.

Brooke McQueen: angsty confusionglamazon_queen on December 3rd, 2006 03:56 am (UTC)
Brooke glanced at the clock and sighed. She wished the bell would ring and put her out of her misery. She pulled out a piece of paper and, sparing a glance at her new lab partner, she scribbled a note to Nicole and passed it back.

This can not be happening. Tell me this is not happening.
glamazonxnicglamazonxnic on December 3rd, 2006 04:03 am (UTC)
Fraid so. You with Spam. Me with Harrison. It's almost like being in Hell. But don't let it worry you -- you'll get wrinkles. Just concentrate on the party.
Brooke McQueen: Brookieglamazon_queen on December 3rd, 2006 04:07 am (UTC)
Brooke took Nicole's note and nodded as she read it. Come on bell...ring, she thought.