Snow fell hard and wind lashed wildly outside as the town was struck but Winter Storm Calliope. The weather forecast had said that they expecting light snow when the storm came and snuck up on them and by then it was too late to do anything about except tell the people to stay indoors crank up their heaters and wait it out. Most of the schools in town didn't even bother coming in that and of the few that did most had already evacuated their students and ushered them off to their homes. All save for wonderful Northlane High which had continued on with a regular school day. Fortunately for many, school let out just before the storm got too bad. Unfortunately for those who dragged their feet they weren't so lucky. Calliope had now picked up something fierce and the doors were now shut behind a massive wall of snow locking anyone still in the building inside.

Solomon dashed around the gym's basketball court before he shot the ball forward watching it go in with a very satisfying swish! This was a common thing for him. He'd come to the gym after school most everyday just to practice. He was normally completely oblivious to everything else when he did so it was no surprise he had no idea about the storm or the fact that the doors were blocked.

Timothy sat down in one of the open classrooms and began reviewing his notes, prepared to wait out the storm for hours. It can't last THAT long... he thought. His thoughts drifted from his notes to anything that came into interest. There was the flash game Timothy was currently working on. Then came the video game he was currently trying to complete. And then, Isabella Roma. His crush. But nobody knew. He caught himself and went back to the notes, content to review for awhile.

Coach had assigned Isabella 10 more laps around the gym because of her mouthing off; which wasn't that rare of an occurrence. It would have been easier to kick Isa off the team all together, but she was a good player, and their varsity team was dwindling in numbers as it was. Kids were more into partying and drugs than team sports and 10 year old used jerseys. Taking one lap, she waited until the coach was long gone out of the room before she slowed down "Two..three, seven, ten." Isabella counted quickly, now at a stand still, her hands on her hips. Her other task was to take down the nets and collect the strewn volleyballs that laid around the open gym. Sighing, Isa jogged over to the net. The faster she could get this done, the faster she could go home. She quickly untied the net, and folded it, placing it on the bottom of the ball carrier basket. Next was the poles. Wrapping her slender arms around the first pole she hoisted it up out of the hole in the gym's floor and let it tilt down to horizontal so she could carry it more easy into the storage room on the side door of the gym. The same sequence was repeated for the other pole, though admittedly a bit slower than the first one.

Coming back into the open gym Isa noticed she wasn't alone anymore. She forgot that 10 minutes after practice was open gym time for all the students and faculty alike. The boy was playing basketball, dashing around and letting it slip right into the basket with a satisfying swish. "He sure has a lot of energy." Isabella commented sarcastically as she slowly began wrangling up the volleyballs that were left by the team. It was almost like they took out more than necessary just to spite her. Throwing the balls towards the bucket they were stored in, several went in compared to the few that hit the corner and flew into opposite directions. Besides her height, it was obvious basketball wasn't her forte.

The last ball hit the corner with much more velocity than Isabella expected as it zoomed right into one of Solomon's shots knocking the ball away from basket, sending their balls flying. Isabella's face froze as she called out "Sorry!" with a wave of the hand. "Don't worry, I got it!" she called, running after the basketball and then the volleyball. She held them both on her hips, before tossing the basketball towards him with a huff. This was enough exercise to last the weekend, or the rest of the year.

Placing the ball into the cart softly, Isabella then pushed the cart with both hands into the storage room before exiting and shutting the door behind her. Finally she could retreat to the locker room and change into her street clothes and go home; or so she thought. Taking off her sweats, she jammed them into her gym locker- not wanting to take them home and wash them just yet. Something about getting changed in an empty locker room was eerie, so Isabella didn't take too much hesitation to re-dress. Adoring herself with a pair of black pegged jeans, a red sleeved baseball style shirt, and her ankle high black boots. Afterwards she took out her backpack and jacket. Reaching into the pocket of her leather jacket she took out her always worn apple core necklace and her hair bandanna. Her head titled down slowly as she tied the red bandanna in her hair into a small bow slightly angled on the right side of her head. She had been wearing red lipstick that day at school, but the color was faded drastically from the wear and tear of the day.

Having to go through the gym once more, Isabella threw the leather jacket over her shoulder and her basic backpack over the other.

Solomon broke from his concentration when the ball flew off course. Finally noticing the girl, the only other person in the gym. Had she been there the whole time? He really had to work on his observation skills. She returned threw the ball back before he even had a chance to say anything and he couldn't help but find her familiar. "Thanks!" He called out to her as she entered the storage room.

Noticing the nonexistent population in the gym probably meant it was getting late. Better to head home now before the twins got antsy, well more than usual anyway. He tossed the ball into the hoop once more just for validation. It caught the rim and danced around it for awhile before going through the net. He grabbed his ball before going to where he had left his bag by the bleachers just as the girl from earlier came back into the gym. She had must've played some sort of sport to be stuck in gym on cleanup duty. It was certainly a common punishment amongst the coaches. "Thanks again for the save." His voice took an amused tone before he decided to go for broke. "So which coach did you piss off to get stuck here?"

Kaz sat in the music room practicing basic rhythm scales and every now and then picking songs off of his phone to play on the drums. He had told his uncle that he would be staying after school to get some practice in and maybe study up on his English while he was there. It hadn't been more than a couple of weeks since he came to this school and while a lot of people didn't really bother to talk to him he had found a few people to hang around with. Picking up the pace and speeding up the beat as he turned a song on he thought about the weather that had seemingly come over night.

For the town that he was temporarily staying in it wasn't rare for it to snow or so he had heard, but it looked as though the storm had gotten worse as the day progressed, and the only thing he could do was hope that he and the other students who had stayed after school wouldn't get snowed in. After the song was over he decided that was enough practice for the day and went over to put his drumsticks in his bag. After putting them away he grabbed his jacket and headed out of the music room. He was glad to get some practice as he hadn't hadn't really had much time to since he had come here.

There was a lot to do over the last two weeks what with the various amounts of paperwork, settling in, and registering for school, not to mention his family dragging him all over town to go sightseeing. At least he could take solos in the fact that the bulk of the events had come and gone and he had found some people that wanted to get to know him even if his english was not the greatest. He had wondered if the people he had met were still here so he could study, not that he needed any help but it was always nice to have company.

If there were two things Ashanti hated, it was cold weather, and being cooped up.

"You've...gotta be...fucking...kidding me!" She ground out between clenched teeth as she struck the hanging body bag in the weight room. Ash would have been home by now if not for a lost pole -for pole vaults- who's whereabouts were last seen with her. To say she was pissed was an understatement. She was stuck in school during a horrible snow storm.

The best she could do to keep her temper down was to hit something. Outer layers had long since been shed, leaving her in a wife beater and basketball shorts with gauze wrapped around her fists and feet as she fought the poor sand bag into submission. It was rare for her to loose her cool, but it was already a pretty shitty week.

Casper told the teacher he would just stay for a few minutes to review his notes. It was his first day to have remedial classes, which happened after all his classes are done. There were no other students, and the teacher assigned to the room didn't know him very much. It was just good luck, since most of the teachers in Northlane High knew him well for his bad performance and violation record. This guy was probably new. If it was anyone else, they would never trust him enough to leave him alone in a classroom. When the teacher left, he smirked and started grabbing from his backpack. He took out a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter.

Yeah right, notes. Heh.

Casper lit up his cigarette and took a puff. He remembered the first time he had one of these, when he was sixteen; it made him feel a little more happy. Now, it only relaxed him a bit, or possibly he just thinks it does. It didn't have its usual effect like before. But he still stuck to it like a good old friend. After a couple more sticks, he tried to push the window open, but it barely budged. He groaned and tossed the cigarette on the tiles. It wasn't like anyone would know it was his, anyway. After walking away from the window, he shivered when he realized how cold it was. Fortunately, he had his black hoodie with him so he pulled it on. It was still cold, but it was all he could do for now.

When he thought he was alone in the school at this time, Casper fired up another cigarette. He headed out of the classroom and into the hallway. It was already deserted, but the lights were still on. He loitered around for a while, since he had nothing to do at home anyway. When he passed near the gym, he heard voices. Two of them, a boy and a girl. They sounded familiar, but he couldn't care enough to recognize them. Instead, he hanged out in the halls while exhaling streams of smoke wherever he went.

Faeya smirked as she woke up from her nap. Of course the teacher was gone and detention was over. She hoped her foster parents were worried. She hoped they were thinking she was too much and they would get rid of her like every foster parent before them. She looked out the window and noticed the snow piled up, blocking exits. She cursed, not thinking this would happen. "Great, I'm in a school by myself. What could go wrong" she said sarcastically to herself. Faeya stood up from her seat and walked out of the classroom, the smell of cigerette invading her senses. "I guess I'm not alone after all" she mumbled softly.

Faeya looked around the hallway and started calling out "who's there?" and "hello?" before giving up and actually following the scent of cigerette. She saw a boy smoking and noticed that he was just hanging out in the hallway like he wasn't in a creepy school after hours. She walked over to him and said "well, isn't this a surprise. I thought I was the only one here." Of course, she had a sarcastic tone about her.

"Thanks again for the save."

The boy's voice stopped Isabella in her tracks as she turned to look at him. "No prob, yo." she commented back in slang, nodding her head. She was about to turn back around and keep walking out, when the boy decided to continue their conversation, "So which coach did you piss off to get stuck here?" he teased, his tone and facial expression portrayed a sense of humor and a tad bit of understanding. "Ughh." Isabella moaned, her eyes rolling.

"Chapman." she stated, peeking over her shoulder in case the coach had decided to come back. The coast was clear so Isabella began expressing herself loudly, "That bitch, I can't stand people kissing her ass constantly just to try to win brownie points. If I don't agree with something, you can bet your ass I'm going to speak up about it!" She blew air out of her pale red lips in huff, her left hand still up as she explained the situation. Talking with her entire body was something common for the girl, as nothing got across a point more than using your hands.

"You're Solomon right? I've watched you play a few times. The volleyball team always tries to come support the other teams, even though no one comes to our games." she stuck out her tongue playfully, whilst taking her backpack off and setting it on the floor. She was relatively close to the gym exit, which meant the door to the outside wasn't too far from it. Taking her jacket off her shoulder she adorned it on her body, zipping it up and placing her backpack back on. "Well Sol, catch ya around." she cooed, her wrist flicking up in a small wave as she turned to walk out the door and into the hallway.

The smell of lingering smoke filled the air and Isa's nose wrinkled in a mix between disgust and shock. She didn't mind people who smoked, she just didn't appreciate it clinging to her clothes, hair, and everything else in a ten mile radius. "I wonder if the janitors smoke while they clean up the place." she pondered, before going to press on the exit door. It was stuck. The snow was piled higher than Isabella had even noticed. A small sense of panic struck her heart as she tried pushing again with all her might. It wouldn't budge.

"Shit!" Isa exclaimed turning around and heading back towards the gym and walking back in. "Yo, I hate to inform you of this, but the front door is blocked with about my height in snow, and it's still coming down!" she called to the boy, hoping he could get her out of this mess with either his strength or smarts.

Timothy put his laptop away and went into the hallway. His notes were boring him, and he decided to wander. He didnt know where he was going, but he didnt care. He suddenly noticed cigarette smoke. He then saw a guy smoking. Timothy just walked by him and tried not to breathe in the fumes.

(Effing double post....)

"Well, isn't this a surprise. I thought I was the only one here."

Casper flinched when he heard the girl's voice, but he didn't make a sound. He figured out she wasn't one of those who were in the gym. It seems as if there were actually a lot more people left in here than he thought awhile ago.

Just when I thought I could have some quiet time. He glanced at the girl up and down, but even with her bright red hair, he was unable to put a name to the face. Although she did looked familiar. After realizing that he had been staring, he put on an uninterested expression and shrugged lazily before turning away and inhaling more smoke. He was certain that that would encourage the girl just go somewhere else.

To his surprise, another guy passed by him on the hallway. The guy seemed bothered by the smoke, but didn't say anything about it. Casper watches as he just walks on without a word. He was a little thankful that the guy didn't feel the need to interact with him, but he felt a little ignored. But he just let the thought wander away; he shouldn't have to care about it.

Jessica sat in the music room, surrounded by the things she loved. She sat in a small wooden chair with a black guitar in her hands, humming softly as she played a few chords. This was her place of comfort, away from the judgmental looks and fake smiles.

She strummed the strings and glanced out the window, observing the snow fall. "Damn, it's coming down hard out there..." Jess mumbled to herself while uncapping her own, making a few adjustments to her music. Her long blonde hair nearly framed her face as her eyes closed, a sigh escaping her lips. Slowly she stood and set down her guitar, followed by a stretch and a yawn. Jessica looked over to the other boy in the room and offered a smile before slinging her guitar over her shoulder as she exited the room.

She walked down the hall way, humming the ever so famous Steamboat Willie tune as she looked in each classroom. The school seemed to be empty, not sign of intelligence...Not that there was much to start with.

It didn't take long for Kaz to realize that there were no teachers here after he went to his englis class and saw no one was there. "Ah fuben'na" he said to himself wondering what to do next. If he couldn't study then he figured the next best thing to do would be to go home. He pulled his phone and called one of his cousins to let her know he was coming home as he walked to the door leading to the exit.

As he finished his conversation and hung up, he reached the door and noticed that it was covered with snow. He pushed on the handle to try and open the door hoping what he was seeing was just really bad fog. Much to his dismay it was just as he had seen. The snow was blocking the exit which means he and anyone else who was still here were blocked in.

Faeya crossed her arms with an annoyed look. "What? Too cool to talk to someone like me? Or is it that you can't talk?" She glanced at the boy that passed them and gave him a surpised expression, but noticed she was practically invisible and she growled in frustration. "Am I really that invisible?!" She huffed softly, but secretly enjoyed being invisible. It meant she could pass through Highschool without as much as a backward glance her way. She looked back at Smoker Boy and looked at his cigerette with slight disgust and fear.

Casper turned to the girl when he heard her trying to talk to him again. "What? Too cool to talk to someone like me? Or is it that you can't talk?" He blinked and stared at her for a second. No one has told him anything like that before, asking if he was too cool to talk to them. He frowned and dropped the cigarette beside him, but he was really calm. Her words didn't actually annoy him. In fact, he found it funny, and deep inside, maybe a little flattered that she wanted him to say something. He chuckled a little, and faced down to hide it. Then he glanced back up at her.

"If you wanted to hear my voice, all you had to do was ask," he responded to her. It was a joke, though he had a serious tone. But on his face, there was the smallest hint of an amused smile that he found hard to conceal. He raised a single eyebrow at her and watched her carefully. "You expect everyone to notice you, huh?"

She smirked. "Well, don't shout!" A small giggle slipped her lips and she said "I expect some sort of 'hey! That weirdo has red hair! Who does she think she is? Ariel?' or something like that." Faeya grinned. "So you like to intentionally ignore people?" she sarcastically asked.

Casper groaned, frustrated with himself for even beginning to give her attention. He could already predict it, like before. Talk to someone, you end up liking who they are, you talk to them even more, then you're attached then suddenly they don't talk to you anymore after they see who you are. It was kinda like rejection. But he went on to talk to her, curious enough to want to see how this goes. Besides, he already started.

"Fine, Ariel," he spoke, emphasis on the Ariel part and returning the sarcasm with his tone. "I'm not obligated to talk to anyone here, am I? I have better things to do than deal with everyone else."

As if, he thought to himself. The "better things to do" part couldn't have been any more than a lie and a bad excuse. But he was used to saying it when someone decides to question him.

Emma had tried to get out at least twenty times, she had managed to push away the snow but the winds proved too much for her. It wasn't until she realized just how impossible leaving would be that she gave up. She wasn't particularly good at thinking things through. Normally she wouldn't have cared that she was stuck at school, it wasn't a big deal, she had found out some pretty interesting things about the teachers the last time she got stuck, of course she eventually left, she didn't end up spending the night last time. This was different, Emma had lost contact with her friend Sara, who she was supposed to meet at the park. If Sara and her brother ended up getting stuck there, Emma was never going to forgive herself or her dumb sister who forgot to call or text her and let her know that she went home with a friend.
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Now, she was sitting cross-legged, back against a wall. Her face turned up towards the ceiling, There were probably other people at school with her but she couldn't bring herself to find them. She was tired of people and possibly also tired in general. She was so focused on the ceiling and her thoughts that she almost didn't notice someone trying to open the door. It was that guy from Japan, they hadn't ever talked before but she had seen him around and her friends had talked to him. His name was like Kat or Kaz or something like that. It seemed like he hadn't noticed her or decided to ignore her, Emma didn't care either way but, despite the fact that she had told herself she was tired of people, she decided she would talk to him. "Even if you could get out, you wouldn't. Winds too fast, snows too deep and its colder than a polar ice cap. You're Kaz, right?" Emma stood up and held out a hand for him to shake, "My name is Emma, its nice to finally talk to you. I thought it was pretty cool that even boring Northlane could have a foreigner, but I'm sure everyone else feels the same." She had her best winning smile on, if she was going to be stuck at school she might as well get to know the people stuck with her.

Timothy ran into the Japanese exchange student conversing with another person. Timothy didnt bother looking her over, he just sat next to the wall and pulled out his laptop. He decided to continue working on his newest flash game. He decided to playtest it for any bugs.