"Wow. Thats awful." Alyssa adjusted her bag again. "For as ong as I remember I was always an outcast. Nobody really ever taked to me. Primary was worse. Gum in my hair, called names..." She stopped there. She didn't want to talk about it too much.

"Yeah, I know what that's like, I got tormented--picked on for my wisdom, I was in a gifted educational program at a college. I've already sailed though two and a half years worth of colleges, but I don't feel like doing anymore for a while--taking a break from only focusing on just my education, I need a life," Lyssa chuckled, "Even though I could have my Bachelor's Degree by the time I graduated--if I did that, I wouldn't have had the time to meet and get to tutor you."

Sitting in the art teacher's comfortable chair, Joyeuse ignored the stares of the other classmates, who were set on a project by Mr. Leumo. The tallish man, built like a bean pole, came over with a smile, sitting in the other chair before speaking. "So how are you today, Joy?"

"Not so good," she answered, tapping her fingers on the desk. "It started out okay, but it just got worse..." And thus began the conversation. They talked about everything from sports, to politics, to school policies, to whether or not her paintings were probably going to sell at the gallery soon. A child prodigy for art, Joy raked in around eight to ten hundred bucks a month from her art. As per the law, it was her money, so her parents couldn't touch it. For the most part, she just put it into the bank. Yeah, it bought her art supplies, but there wasn't much for her to spend it on.

Yawning, Joy closed her eyes during a lull in the conversation, and found herself asleep in moments, causing the fatherly teacher to chuckle before he went around to critique the students' work. Most of them were good. Not Joy-good mind, but good.

Alyssa just sighed, "Well the only reason i was teased was because I never fit in. A really stupid reason to alienate someone. I never wanted to fit in. Following all the fashion and music trends just seems really stupid to me.

You say that like meeting me is a good thing." She looked around. "Are we close yet?"

"It's good that you're your own person, I can't even fathom following music and fashion trends--the make me want to vomit. Wanting to fit in is conforming to a system and being the way everyone wants you to be--I think it's all shit. Meeting you is a good thing, I probably won't make many friends, but that because I have talents far beyond my years of knowledge--I'm a hacker, not only can I fix a computer system and make my own--I can go in and tamper with other peoples computer, watch what their doing in a sense. So if someone has a beef with you-you let me handle it, okay?"

She paused pressed a button on a speaker box--looking up at the hidden camera, "We're almost there, see this weird old fashioned gate, it's got my family crest on it--neat, huh?"

Klaus sighed, he headed home to his parents mansion. His father gave him a disapproving look as he came in. "You went to school looking like that?" he said as if disgusted. "We have this conversation everytime I come home dad, yes I did" he grabs an apple from the table basket and headed up the stairs. His father glared "get back down here, you will show me some respect" he merely gave a wave of his hand, then closed his bedroom door. He laid back on the bed and bit into the apple he looked at his phone, he wondered if she would call...probrably not. He sighs a bit and turns over away fro it in bed.

Haru walked along the road. He smiled as he looked up at the sun. It was a beautiful day out, perfect for...no no no he couldn't possibly. He chuckles a bit and reaced down, pulling a pocket knife out of his sock. He popped out the blade and looked at how the sun reflected off of it. He ran his finger lightly over the blade and watched as it slightly sliced into his skin. He didn't even flinch. A thin line of blood appeared on the cut and he lightly licked it away before closing the knife. He put it in his pocket and took out his bottle of pills he opened them and slid out out. He looked then for his water bottle but sighs it was gone. Oh well. He tilted his head back, and swallowed the pill dry just to get it over with. They didn't really help, and yet made him feel better. He laughs and twirls around a bit, oh they would see on homecoming...oh yes...they would all see.


Knight took a breath and closed his briefcase. He was about to head home for the day. It had been an interesting eventful day to say the least. Taking another breath he locked his classroom door and turned he glanced down. Sitting on the floor was a ladybug. It made him think of the girl from his class before. Kneeling, he picked it up and walked outside. He was careful to release it where no one would hurt it. A soft smile on his lips now, he turned away and headed home. He lived near a few of the students, he saw them on his way home but didn't want to interrupt them. He lived alone, the house empty as he opened the door all that came was a beautiful black cat with emerald eyes. He smiled "Hello Lynx" he kneeled and petted her. She meowed lightly and swished her tail. He knew she must be hungry so he walked into the kitchen, opening a can of cat food he places it in her bowl specially made. She meowed happily and ate. He then turned away and went upstairs for a shower.

"Well no matter what people are going to mess with me." Alyssa started to smile when it seemed that Lyssa called her a friend, but she quickly wiped the smile off of her face. There was no way she would decide it so quickly. The last person that she trusted in that way ended up using everything that was told to him against her. It was two years ago and her first boyfriend - luckily everything that was said then is over and forgotten about. "I think old fashioned things are beautiful."

Petiore walked slowly to the library, he knew school was over, but he would stay here as long as he could he thought. As he reached the library he pulled out his back pack and slowly got out his homework, he slowly worked on his homework, he knew that the longer he stayed here the less time he had to spend at home. His homework went slow and he diligently went over and over his questions and work so that he could know he got them right and also so it took as much time as possible. After a while he placed his head on the table and waited for the janitor to come in an tell him to leave because he school was closing.

"Well, hopefully they won't bother you--as much, at least," Lyssa spoke as the gate opened inward--reveling the house, then stepping her way into her threshold. "Welcome to my Victoria Paradise, please keep all arms, legs, and other objects inside the vehicle at all times. I am your Hostess Lyssa Rose, today you will be escorted into the abode and shown the Lady's sleep chamber and if there is enough time lift over--the Lady's vehicle's may also be examined upon my escort."

Alyssa noticed the house s the house that was on sale a while ago. She's always wondered who bought the place. "So you bought out this house. I don't live too far away from here, just down the block." She followed Lyssa as she was given a tour of the house. "So you'll tutor me in your bedroom?"

Alison did a perfect kickflip to finish of a grind, bringing her right to the door of her house. She dismounted her skateboard and unlocked the door to her house. Her dad was at work and her Husky puppy was the first to greet her. She bent down to scratch the puppy behind her ear, "Good dog." She then grabbed the leash from its place hanging beside the door and attached it to her dog, a few minutes later the puppy was pulling her down the street as she was balancing on her skateboard. She passed the expensive Victorian style house just as the two girls were walking in. "I wonder who lives there?"

"My Dad did--he said it was the 'ideal investment because we're in for a more permanent stay'. That's awesome that you don't live that far from here, that means you can come over whenever you like--I don't have a curfew or set bedtime. Or course I'm going to tutor you in my bedroom, it's the best part of the house," she chuckled as she continued walking her way up to the front of the house--eventually stepping onto the porch. "My rooms on the top floor, I don't know if you've ever been inside the house prior, but it's been completely redone--inside and out."

"Ive snuck in before. through a window when the place was still on the market. I can't wait to see what was done to the place. It was already beautiful." She looked back as she heard the sound of a skateboard passing by and saw a girl being dragged by a husky puppy. "The things you see in this town..."

Alison continued to ride until her dog grew tired, for a puppy it didn't take that long. She made sure that the dog went to the bathroom as she always n her walks. Picked up the poo with a doggie bag and carried her puppy home. Passing the fancy house again.

"Well, now you don't have to sneak in anymore, it will be a revolving to you, and if my Dad likes you enough he'll give you your very own key to the house--then he'll probably insist you move in any the whole nine yards because we have three guest bedrooms," Lyssa chuckled as she opened the storm door, then unlocking the door and pushing it open. "I'm pretty sure you can find your way to my room--or you can find your way to the kitchen and have yourself a snack before we start."

"Really? Anything to get away from my mom. I know where the kitchen is... unless you moved it. What kind of snacks do you have?" She started to the direction the knew the kitchen was in from days that she sneaked in with nothing else better to do. The place looked much bigger with things in it. She didnt realize how much it could hold.

"Anything you'd like--candy, cookies, chips, crackers, pastries, vegetables, fruits, if we don't have it--you and I can go get it. The kitchen hasn't moved, well unless it grew legs after I left for school late this morning. My Dads a really nice guy, all you need is the okay from your Mom--just don't let your Mom know my Dads single--if she asks, I don't think he would like that too much," Lyssa chuckled. "How do you like what you've seen so far?"

"Its beautiful. Even more so with your furniture." Alyssa found the kitchen and opened a cupboard to find a package of Oreos. "My favorite. My mom never has anything like these. Says they're too fattening. And don't worry. I won't tell my mom - she wouldnt know what to do with someone this well off. Shall we go to your room then?"

Pilaris and Annabella walked out of school as the sun shined brightly overhead while they walked. Their black dresses ruffled as they walked in their destination. The Department store. They walked in and bought about 5 bottles of lighter fluid for Pilaris's plan. "I got both things I need. The matches are at home and I'll see you tomorrow and when you get back to school, things will be very interesting." she said as her beauty intensified when a evil smile appeared on her face. "Just don't get caught." Annabella said as she stretched and walked beside her cousin. It wasn't everyday that a hardcore emo and a goth would be talking to each other, but these two were cousins that looked like sisters, Pilaris was the she-devil while Annabella was the Angel. "Don't worry, I won't." Pilaris said laughing while Annabella sighed and bummed into someone, "Oh my, sorry about that, I wasn't...." Annabella looked up and seem that it was the boy from her spanish class, Haru, "I-It's you, your that boy from my spanish class." she said softly tilting her head a little.

Aleksandr adjusted his tie...slightly to the right, then slightly to the left again, in a perpetual pattern of grooming that he went through before each class period. Maintaining a perfect appearance was of immense importance, he knew -- people most often judge you, whether consciously or subconsciously, based on how you appear to them. Whether it was as something as simple as introducing yourself to a new class, or as life-changing as a job interview, looks were everything. And so Aleksandr groomed himself in the boy's bathroom mirror, slowly running his slender fingers through his hair and making sure his locks were parted into very specific spike patterns, as it always was.

It wasn't long before he, satisfied with his appearance maintenance, stepped outside of the bathroom. The important event from which he had to make sure he was well dressed for was, of course...the walk home. It was an odd occasion -- ordinarily, Aleksandr would be picked up in an black Mitsubishi Eclipse with heavily tinted windows and whisked away from the rabble in the school to the estate on which he lived. However, Aleksandr, in an attempt to understand what it was like to be a normal man of his age, would walk home. He treated the occasion like a lavish experience, and in doing so, made sure that his appearance was perfect.

His long legs strode briskly through the hallways. Aleksandr was a tall man, standing at about six feet even, with quite a startling presence. He was wearing his signature black suit, with a matching vest underneath, and a white dress shirt and tie underneath that. His black dress shoes clicked with an unmistakable noise down the emptying halls. Aleksandr pretended not to notice the stares and obvious avoidance of other students -- there were apparently some nasty rumors going around about him, but he dismissed them as ramblings of pauper lunatics. And so with that determination, he strode briskly through the front doors of his high school, and through the gates. He slowed his pace as the chitter of students faded behind him, though his straight posture never inverted nor declined.

"Well, I'm glad you think it is, me and my Father put our head together to draw out the lay out and buy the matching furniture. It's good you found something you liked, I'll make sure to keep them stocked up, so that we don't run out for when you're here. I would be in deep shit if your Mother dug her claws into my Dad," Lyssa chuckled, as she went back to shut the front door, then returning to the kitchen.

"Let me grab something to eat," Lyssa spoke softly as she made her way to the fridge to get a slice of cheesecake--then closing that behind her too. "Yup, I'm ready, lets do study, while I get everything set up so we can get comfortable--you can tell me what you're having trouble with in Math."

Alyssa started walking up the stairs and passed an open bedroom door, she peeked inside. "Is this your room?" She didnt want to walk in in case it was Lyssa's fathers room.

"At the end of the hall left door--up the narrow staircase, I'll unlock it," Lyssa grinned as she walked a bit ahead of Alyssa--unlocking the door and opening it, "Close the door behind you."

She headed up, knowing Alyssa would be a bit slow 'Oooo'ing' and 'Ahhhh'ing' the large bedroom, she came up turning around to catch Alyssa expression, when she saw the room and all it's splendor.

"Oh, wow, Lyssa its beautiful." Alyssa went to sit on the bed, then she pulled out her math book. The mirror next to the bed caught her eye, she looked at it for a bit then turned her attention back to Lyssa. "Right now we're covering the right triangle thingy..."

"Why thank you, Alyssa--I'm an glad you like it," Lyssa spoke as she went to settle down on the bed beside Alyssa, once there she started nibbling on her slick of cheesecake. "Alright what part of it do you not understand--so that I can better explain it to you, so you'll understand better understand it."

"All of it." Alyssa sighed. She was behind everyone else her age in math. It was really embarrassing, especially since its the only class she is not very good in. English she could pass in her sleep, the same with science, history, and even Spanish. She handed Lyssa her notebook that had doodles in the margins of well written and completed notes. the most elaborate doodle was a rose - colored red with a pen and a green pen as vines and leaves tracing the bordered of the page.

Jolene had gotten home. She looked around the house. No one was there. Her parents weren't exactly waiting for her with open arms. She sighed. Another long day. She stomped to the kitchen and opened the fridge. There was some orange juice among the various items. She grabbed the jug and drank a swig. Its taste refreshed her for a moment, then died.

She turned and headed to her room. Dropped her backpack on the floor and turned to the full length mirror. Her outfit was pretty cool and neat. Her appearance was one of calm and collectedness. In the reflection behind her was the shelves of trophies she had won over the years. She had the perfect life. Except no friends. It was taking its toll. Yeah, school today was entertaining. She couldn't deny that. But the despair upon returning home... it reminded her of drinking orange juice. Good for a moment but ultimately it left her.

Anger engulfed her. She punched the mirror and watched its glistening shards spread out around her like fairy dust. Fists still clenched she spun and raced out of her room... out of the gloomy house. Down the street she ran with everything in her. She kept going until exhausted she dropped on the grassy banks of the river. Green grass with a blue sky overhead. She lay there panting. The feeling of pounding pain in her hand caused her to look over. The glass shards of the mirror had done their work. Blood streamed out of the cuts on her hand. She could feel it... wait! No! Only people who didn't have it together cut! She would never... but she continued to stare in fascination at her hand. Then rolled head back to face the sky.

Since when did she have to look calm, cool, and collected? What was the point of being smart? It wasn't getting her anything in life. If she broke the image of perfect... she squeezed her eyes shut and for the first time in a long time felt tears slipping from beneath her eyelids. It was no good. No one had been there for as long as she could remember.

Terry walked out onto the bridge and leaned on it. His eyes weren't seeing much. He sighed and focused on the wind ruffling his hair. With his luck someone from school would see him and ask for help with something. He should really get on home.