Monday September 1st 2014 Period 1

Logan Penn:
Logan steps into the building for the first day of school and checked his schedule. He says to himself "Another pointless year in school". He reassured himself that he had football practice after school "The only good thing in this school" as he steps into the gymnasium for 1st period. He changed into his gym clothes as he the gym teacher asked everyone to sit down. The gym teacher said 'Today we are playing basketball. Logan thought to himself "As fucking always this fat fuck makes us play basketball !" He stepped out on to the court as the gym teacher said it would be 2v2 games on each basket. The gym teacher decided to do Logan and a nerdy kid against the Captain of the basketball team and This weird kid nicknamed "Skrill". The Captain and Skrill won 2-1. Logan angrily walked back to the changing room after class,changed again, then went to 2nd period.......

Tom Franklin:
Tom arrives to school on his bike. He stared at his schedule, 1st period US History. "Tom was like okay History in middle school wasn't that bad". He caught up with a friend and they walked into the class. The teacher welcomed them as all academic teachers did on the first day. The teacher said the first unit that they would be doing was the American Revolution. Then proceeded to go over the rules of the class for the remainder of the period. As Tom got out the teacher got a phone call. The teacher said he had to see the school counselor. He went to the counselor. The counselor, named Mr. Phillips said he was not in trouble. He just sent him to his office to introduce himself, He said that him and 2 other students would go to his office to eat lunch every other day instead of the cafeteria. As Tom left he was thought to himself "Great my counselor thinks i am a retard".

"I have school. Fuck." Jake sighed this and got some clothes and headed into the bathroom. He took a shower and dried off, cracking his neck.

"Much better." He smiled as he got dressed. He got some food, two bottles of water, and his black backpack. He headed to his garage, and got in his car. He sighed and turned the key, and drove to school. He has music first. He was excited for the concerts this year. As he was walking to class, someone walked beside him.

"Dude, I went to that concert too!" He pointed at his Asking Alexandria concert shirt.

"Yeah, haha." He smiled a bit. He remembered the concert and how he went crowd surfing. He then went into the music department. He found the acoustic guitar he was going to be playing when it was needed. If an electric guitar was needed he would bring his in. He smiled. "So THAT was the pedal I needed..."

"Zack! What are you talking about?" A girl in his grade said this.

"Guitar pedals!" He laughed. The teacher then stood at the conductor's podium and passed out the syllabus for the year. Since they were still looking for music for the concert, it was a free period.

Marcó sighed, pulling a plain black shirt, some blue jeans and a pair of black sneakers on after exiting his bathroom. It was late in the morning, and he would have his first day of his new school today. Slinging his Bass guitar over his shoulder, he headed downstairs, greeting his grandparents, who were sat at the table. "Marcó," his grandmother scolded. "What time do you call this?"

Marcó glanced at the clock. "Ocho y media," he shrugged, speaking in Spanish as a default. His grandfather gave him a stare from behind his newspaper - he had lectured Marcó about how he should stop speaking Spanish, suggesting it was a bad habit. "Half eight," Marcó smirked, walking over to the table and taking a slice of toast before heading for the door. "I'll see you later, then," he gave his grandparents a half hearted wave, which they both returned.

After a short bus journey, Marcó arrived at Yellow Lake High. He exhaled, entering it's gates and finding a place to put his guitar before heading to first period. He hoped he'd find a friend with similar interests to him.

Stan:
“STAN WAKE UP! NOW!” A motherly yell could be heard even on the streets. Waking up Stan looked in the ceiling of his room. “Why for the reds dot reincarnation did she wake me up this time. I can’t be late, I set the clock, and I’m sure.” He said to himself, as he rolled on the bed to look at his digital clock. A sudden realisation hit him. On the clock was a note and some keys, from his brother saying; don’t forget to get Gogi before school and show him around. Here are the keys to his apartment. These are his spare keys, so once you’re at his place give them to him. It’s his first day. Don’t be late and don’t screw up runt!
Stan Quickly put on the clothes, he chose yesterday and had set them on a shelf, picked up his bag and ran downstairs.
Holding another note in his hand, on it was written Gogi’s address. At first he was a tad lost with all the apartment blocks, but after he passed some he understood how everything worked. Moments later he found Gogi’s apartment. He went for the doors and they opened. Slowly he stepped inside. “Hello. Gogi are you here? We need to go or well be late.”
“Yeah I’m in my room get in, I have to finish up something.” The sound came from the back of the apartment.
Stan casually walked inside and gave himself a small tour around the apartment. The whole apartment had five rooms. One bathroom, one kitchen, one living room, an unused room, and finally a bedroom. Everything looked like there would be no one living inside. AS he stepped into the bed room he accidentally kicked a tower of boxes.
“Watch where you step and don’t touch anything, I’m almost done.” Gogi said with a calm voice. “sorry about that.” Stan said, turning to see what Gogi was doing, but al he saw was Gogi placing some packages into a bag.
“Okay I’m done now get out of my apartment, and drop the keys at the table.” Gogi said, picking up the bag and pushing Stan out. “Okay okay, chill dude” Stan was starting to get annoyed by the guy.
On their way to school Stan kept talking and explaining thing to Gogi, but he had the feeling that gogi wasn’t listening. “Here this is your schedule; if you need anything tell me.” Pushing a paper in Gogi’s hands and praying that he would never have to help him with anything. “Well get to class now, you know where it is right.” Gogi simply nodded and walked away. What a strange guy, Stan thought to himself, he didn’t like his company, he was distant an when their eyes met, it seemed like Gogi was staring through him, with dead eyes. Shaking his head, and changing the topic, Stan hurried to his first class.
It was world history II. Stan didn’t care much for history. Throughout the period he just kept taking notes, but most importantly he texted to everyone and chanted to his classmates. The teacher warned him a couple of times but to no avail.

Gogi:
Looking at the clock it said its half past midnight. “Damn!” He curses loudly. This is nowhere finished yet and it’s due till tomorrow, today- he thought. “Fuck it. It needs to be done.” Covering the clock, Gogi went to the kitchen to make himself a nice, hot, green tea. It’s going to be a long night and no sleep.
Just as h finished Stan walked inside. The man seemed clumsy and stiff in his movements. And if that wasn’t enough he almost toppled the box containing his ps4, computer and other electronic stuff his family bought him.
On their way to school Stan kept talking, and this annoyed Gogi more than it would, but his sleepless night made him cranky. At school he finally got some peace again, planning to keep it like that he walked to the library. At the far corner he sat down, his backpack and a bag with packages in it beside him. From the bag pack he took a book and began reading it. Who cares about class, like I actually have something from it. He thought to himself as he opened the book and began reading. Soon after his sleepless night came after him, his head fell and his mind wandered the great spaces of dreams.

"You sure you'll be okay kid? You look like you're gonna hurl." the current boyfriend of Isabella's mother asked cautiously. "You know, I'm not a baby, I could have walked or taken the bus you know." her dark green eyes darted up at the man without a blink. "Hey, hey now. We're supposed to be family huh? Let me take care of you sometime eh?" The man reached over and put his hand on Isabella's knee, squeezing in a more than reassuring manner, gently. Isabella hopped out of the car quickly without a word. If he ever touched her again, she swore she'd break every one of his fucking fingers off.

Throwing her backpack onto her shoulder she then noticed her surroundings. Yellow Lake High School. If today she was going to be a turtle, she would need to remember how to swim first. Black skinny jeans would cover the short legs that she needed to use. Isa was barely 5ft tall, but she knew how to move fast in the world. It might have been the years of volleyball that kept her quick on her feet, or maybe she just didn't feel the need to ever walk slow. Hey eyes darted to her locker number, her first mission was to get there.

Mission complete. No missing limbs, no stress, "I'm good." she mumbled to herself, turning the number dial efficiently and opening it up. It was empty, but it worked- and that itself was a great start to the day. A sigh of relief fell over Isa as she adjusted a maroon sweater on her curvy body. Her mother described as a beautiful, voluptuous woman, but for most people she was just fat. A monster within her own skin. Isa adjusted herself again, trying to just blend in with the waves of people. All were new faces, all for now were sharks.

Her lips had been painted a faded shade of red this morning, it was the color of a woman warrior, it was the color she often wore. Looking at her first class of the day she let out the first smile she had, had since she woke up this morning. The paper read: Art. Navigating the hall once again she found her sanctuary. Isa did not tend to bother with the logistics of where you sat determined who you were the rest of your high school career, but decided to take a spot closest to the door in case she needed to flee the scene.

After French class had finished, Cecilia stood and quickly walked out the hall and towards her next period as she pulled out her schedule to make sure she was correct about the location of the room. She smiled slightly in satisfaction that she was right when thinking that her next class was Physical Science ll. With this triumph fresh in her mind, she rounded the corner and entered the room with the same smile she had been holding with her all morning. She settled down in a random seat due to the fact that the teacher had yet to assign seats to them. Once again, that was likely something they would do tomorrow or the day after, maybe even a week down the road because the teacher would have to make a seating chart for all of her classes, not just Cecilia's. She looked around as other juniors started to fill the room. There were quite a few that were late because they hadn't yet had a class in that particular hall yet so they had gotten lost or something like that. However, she suspected that some of them were taking advantage of the other excuses and using it to cover up the fact they had been in the hall a little too long to catch up with old friends. Once again, the teacher started to simply go over classroom rules and expectations as she spoke. Then, near the middle of the period, she realized she had forgotten to take attendance and did it as quickly as she could, due to the fact that the end of the period was approached them much more quickly than she had realized. Yes, there was nothing out of the ordinary for that usual first day of school.

Zack was walking to his next class, Physical Science II. He sat down in that back part of the middle row. Still water ran deep with Zack. He noticed a young woman sit down.

Damn... He thought this as he stared at the girl without her noticing. He got the syllabus and listened to the teacher.

Stan:

The ring rang as the first period was over. Everybody picked up their stuff and walked out of the classroom. Stan was talking with his friends about their summer activities and as usual he was in the centre of attention. Waving his hands in an attempt to show what was happening in his stories. As they were all in the hallway one person asked what is their next class. Everyone surprised by the question and by not knowing the answer shut up. “ Ahh, who cares, I say let’s skip the rest of the day and lets go for a drink and celebrate our reunion.” Saying that with a smile Stan threw his hands up in the air, like he would be trying to catch someone. A cheer went through the group, but it quickly hushed down again. Stan looked at them with a surprise, and everyone was looking behind him with a disappointment. “Here you go Filgerd, lead everyone inside the classroom and wait for me there. I’ll join you in the moment.” The teacher pushed the classroom keys in Stan’s hand with a grin. Cursing in his mind Stan turned around and went towards the English classroom and the whole group followed him, happily continuing with the talk of summer activities. There will be no skipping this period.

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Gogi:

The school ring woke him up. Noticing how he was slouched on the chair, he quickly sat back up properly. Looking around him he checked that nothing was stolen. Everything was exactly where he left it.
He pulled his schedule form his pocket. It said library, which was perfect since he was in it already. Getting himself cosy, he waited for the class to start, and then he will join it. Moments later he walked inside the library classroom. Everyone turned to him with a strange look, trying to remember him, without success. The teacher Walked up to him. “may I ask who are you and what are you doing here.”
Gogi didn’t even look her in the eyes. He just scanned the classroom for the most isolated seat. When he found it at the rear of the class he walked towards it answering the question. “Greetings all. I’m Gogi your new classmate, I transferred from the north, nice meeting with y’all.” Saying that with a cold voice he sat down crossed his hands on the table end started to doze off. The teacher said something and the class looked at him with surprise, but he ignored them. To him they were all unnecessary air stealers. Bunch of sheep-shaggers, he though to himself.

Cecilia listened as the teacher continued to speak, although it would be a lie to say she was deeply listening to every word out of the woman's mouth. After all, nearly all the teachers were going over the same thing. She was starting to get the feeling that someone was watching her and she assumed it was one of her friends trying to get her attention. So, she turned her head and saw a boy was staring at her. She flashed him a slightly confused look, as if she couldn't remember if she knew him or not and made a little wave to him that seemed equally as confusing before looking back to the front of the class just in time to hear the bell rang. She pulled out her schedule and glanced down to see that she had American History ll next up to go to. She stood, gathering her things as she did so and walked out of the classroom and towards room number 253 where it said her next class was located.

Jake was walking to his next class and he saw the same girl in there. He decided to apologize for seeming like a complete creep.

"Hey, sorry about looking at you like a weirdo, I thought you had something on you." He nervously chuckled and took his seat.

Period 2-

Logan Penn:
Logan still angry, walks into Physical Science II the teacher introduces herself and goes over everything that the other teachers goes over the first day, Logan sees his girlfriend is in his class, She is wearing a Black Blouse and Blue Skirt. Logan does not really pay attention in this class as he never does on the first day because he feels he knows what to expect. The period is over as he walks up to his girlfriend and they talk as she kisses him then whispers to him to skip school tomorrow., He then walks to his next class.

Tom Franklin:
Tom now feels after meeting his counselor that high school will be hell for him as he walks into Algebra I, The teacher is a old woman, Tom thinks to himself "Great Old teachers always yell at me". The teacher goes over the rules and says they will be reviewing some 8th Grade material the first 2 weeks. The peroid ends as he gets out his phone and texts his friend to sit with him at lunch....