High School.... Glorified [[ M // Reserved ]]

[Saviour]

Lily Derenson's mind was fogged. She couldn't quite remember the night before, and she wasn't sure it was even morning yet. Her grey/brown eyes dared to split, and she was greeted by a bright ray of sunshine that had snuck through her conveniently cracked curtains. Grumbling in aggitation, the teenager heaved herself over in the covers, and tried to tuck the sheets across her pale cheeks. Failing to block out the morning, she yawned and then swung the covers off her. She was wearing an old tattered grey shirt, that was splattered with paint from an old renovation project. Her shorts hugged her frame, but didn't ride up like most girl's. Not to mention they were only for sleeping, while others wore that length around town. Frowning, Lily slid her feet off the edge of the bed and tenderly set them on the cool wood floor. goosebumps flushed her pale skin, and she shivered. A racket crashed and screeched from her open window, and Lily ducked as though something would attack her. She was perfectly safe in her room, however. Ruffling her tangled red hair, she groggily stepped over to her window and leaned down to look outside. In the driveway rested Daryll's piece of crap muscle car. Rolling her eyes, Lily turned around and her eyes lingered on the calender. "Shit!" She cried out, remembering the that today was in fact a monday. Hurrying herself, she threw on a pair of shorts and a v-neck. She pried her feet into a pair of boots that looked more suited for a soldier than for the girl. Lily checked her reflection, and straightened up her hair and makeup before she brushed her near-perfect teeth. She spat, rinsed, and towelled her lips dry.

Daryll let out a huff of breath and stepped out of the old Nova. His features in a scowl, he lifted the hood and adjusted a few things that he recognized were off. Praying, or seeming to, he moved to the driver's side and turned the ignition. The fiery red car roared to life, and Daryll let his lips split into a proud grin- one only found on a man who had fixed his own car. "Yes" He said under his breath and turned the key off. Daryll entered the home through the garge door, and caught Lily as she was coming down the stairs. She was disgruntled, unorganized, and had clearly just woken up. "Morning sunshine, guess what we're going to school in" He said, and winked in mockery. He had been awake for an hour now, as he was a morning person. His non-biological sister on the other hand... Wasn't. He grabbed a piece of toast his mother had prepared and took a large bite. He had already brushed his teeth, but he didn't really care. It wasn't like a piece of toast would give him terrible breath. "Hurry up, would ya? We're gonna be late" He said, and sat down on a bar stool. He noticed the death glare Lily shot him, but only offered a sweet smile in return.

-- Later That Morning --

The bell screamed into the still half-asleep mind of Lily Derenson, and she offered a wince in return. Opening her locker, she slapped her books into place and pulled out one she had left there the Friday of last week. If only school was as fun as they portrayed in movies and the liking, then she might just be glad to wake up and come here. However, as usual, Hollywood glorified the rank of being a high-schooler. In reality, it was homework and idiotic football players. What an understatement, she thought. Lily shut her locker a little harshly, and turned to head to her first hour class. Her lungs grateful of the air she breathed. Daryll's old Nova had gave them a ride thick with the scent of exhaust and dust, not that she didn't love the car. On the outside, she tried to convince Daryll she didn't want anything to do with ' the stupid thing '. In reality, she wanted that vehicle.

Daryll was glad to be back at school. His mother, being the strict person she was, typically avoided company. Not that Daryll was a social butterfly, but this was the only time he saw his few friends. Aside from Lily, of course. He stepped uickly as not to be late, although he doubted he would have even if he'd strolled along. His first hour was language; a subject he didn't really care for. Then again, Daryll didn't really care for the learning side of school.

[Guest]

Serria Macoy walked through the school doors fallowed by her group of copy cats. Every one quickly moved out of her way. She tossed her long blond hair before turning down a hall way abd stopping at her locker. She opened it and looked in the merrior fixing her hair abd make up right before the bell rang. She grabbed her supplies then went to class abd sat in the far back where she and the other Populars talked all class.

Ria mia keya (random, I'm out of names and don't feel like searching any real mexacion names) walked through the doors, she was a easy mistake for a popular girl to new kids because of her looks but no she was just a normal bullied nerd. She went to her locker, dark hair bouncing with her every step. Ria was a mexaciob girl in blood lines but born and raised in the USA. She got her stuff but dropped it when some Jock shoulder shoved her. Quickly the tan girl grabbed ger stuff abd closed the locker door. The bell rang and she headed for class but stopped and set ger stuff down seeing people crowed in a circle yelling stuff. She walked over and gasped, a new kid was on the ground being kicked repeaduntly. Scowling she shouted, "Hey! Leave her alone." They stopped, "Oh what's the little Mexican girl going to do?" They asked conering her into a locker. The next thing she knew she was crammed into some ones locker while,they kept hurting the girl till class started. "Help, some body help!" She shouted unable to move in tge tight space.


Leo rushed threw the doors late and didn't care to stop for his stuff. He ran into the class room and took a seat by his girl friend, he was a line back in foot ball and a prety good one, he was also one of the basket ball best players. He listebed to the teacher and did what he had to, but only cause he needed good grades for football.

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