[IMGright]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/kjb127716/RP%20characters/Jessica.jpg[/IMGright] The real world was such a dreary place. Every second that ticked by felt like one full day until it felt like a year had passed by in the classroom. Tick... Tick... Tick. Rebecca "Reco" Conner stared out the classroom window with her cheek nestled in the palm of her hand. She watched the raindrops roll down the pane of glass. The clear scars that they made created a abstract reality just beyond this room. This prison. Her silver-blonde hair fell in curls around her shoulders reaching the mid of her slender back while her bangs swept over her drooped ice-blue eyes and framed her angelic face. The professor droned on and on about the hallucinations that many experience during drug use, and the hallucinations that the mentally ill experience. His voice was monotone and slow, it was shocking that everybody in the class didn't die from boredom. Her eyes slowly turned upward following a trail of a fallen raindrop and settled on the rolling clouds. A low rumble and the darker hues announced a thunderstorm that was on it's way.

One girl nearly jumped out of her seat as she raised her hand, anxious to add her opinion into the discussion. The entire classroom's attention was focused on her. She wasn't much to look at... chestnut hair that was cut in an uneven bob while her knitted sweater folded around her torso. A navy blue skirt that hit her knee was around her narrow hips and followed with sock that stopped at mid-shin and shoes that looked like they were five years old. She pressed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and looked around at the rest of the students (or educated sleepers if you'd like to be precise) with her gray eyes. "Professor, if people can go mentally ill from the over use of drugs, then wouldn't these two hallucination types be void?"

The man slowly blinked his eyes, the entire class now turned their attention towards the man. "No... Amanda..." He said simply his eyes drooping. Almost as if he didn't want to be there anymore than Reco did. However, thankfully, the professor's attention was on Amanda and not Reco.

Kissing noises dragged Reco back from her zoned out state as she lifted her head up from the palm of her hand and turned around to face another student. He wore black eyeliner and puckered his lips up at her before a wicked smirk twisted the corners of his lips.

Reco shook her head and rolled her eyes before placing her chin in the palm of her hand. It was guys like that pissed her off to no end. She was the perfect model, the one who wasn't afraid to do anything or wear any weird costumes you thought up. Many photographers used her for photos that they needed, but no one ever tried to get to know her. She was too strange. Many had caught her muttering to herself or talking to someone over her shoulder.

Finally the professor announced the end of the lesson and gave a brief agenda for the following days. Reco slowly stood, grabbing her books and starting for the studio.

Pietro was just an ordinary boy with a black mowhawk, that was a little bit curly. Pietro was a photographer who kind of had bad luck. His mother was very cruel, he has not met his father, and he is nineteen! Pietro was a very retro-loving dude. He always had aviator sunglasses, and retro clothing, but appeared modern. Pietro was a trendsetter, not a trend follower.

Pietro was in his photography class, and time could not have flown any faster! CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK. That's all Pietro heard for the last hour or two. Pietro was very sad to leave class, especially on Fridays, for he'd have to wait a couple of days to have drive and motivation to photograph.

"Bye Miss Walker" Pietro said as he exited the classroom. Pietro would be the kind of person who zones out a lot, so as soon as he looked down for one second, he bumped into a girl with silvery blonde hair.

In her eyes. he saw friendliness, and ambition, and loyalty, and everything else needed in a good friend.

His luck may just change for good.

Carrying several books when Reco rounded the corner, she walked right into the young man who hadn't been paying attention. The impact sent her to the floor, scattering her books across the hallway. She quickly regained her posture, by picking herself up (which surprised most due to the fact she had black heels on) and brushing down her acid washed skinny jeans. Her tugged on her black halter and then went to pick up the books, that others were idlely stepping over. Learn more about Astronomy, The Depths of the Mind, Crossing Over, and The Legends of Old: Myths and Legends of the World were all in her library appearantly. When she nestled the last book into her arm, her ice blue eyes slowly turned back to Pietro. "Next time I would be more careful... You might bump into someone less forgiving." She muttered pushing back some of her silver-blonde locks.