{Back To The Street] High School [Where We Began}

[Stasya ♥]

Rules:
Use 'ooc' and 'bic'
Be as realistic as possible.
No just skipping school for a stupid reason such as your character was hungry and decided they wanted to go out to eat.
Students are permitted to go off campus for lunch as long as they are back in time for their classes.
Other than that, nothing I guess.
Have fun!

Setting:
It is a snowy day in November, there's about six inches of snow on the ground. Grey clouds cover the sky and threaten to snow even more. It is 23 degrees and there is a very slight breeze. It is currently 6:30 AM and classes will start in 30 minutes. Today is a half-day.

[Stasya ♥]

ooc|| I think I'm going to use... Nathaniel, most definitely. And Markus, and Samantha, and Angela. Yuppers. No, wait! I also want to use Stasya, Jeremiah, and Alan! My triplets! Okay, that's it. For now. ^__^ Intros to come!

[Stasya ♥]

A teenage boy sat on a high branch of a tree in the front yard of a house. He sat leaned back against the trunk of the tree, looking out of a gap in the tree's branches and had a sketch pad in his lap. In his hand was held a pencil and his grey-blue eyes shifted from what was drawn to the view in the front of him. The drawing looked just as astonishing as the live view with the exception that it was in pencil and there was no color to it. The boy shivered and pulled the hood of his jacket up, the snow still falling around him. He closed the sketch pad and put it and the pencil in the backpack hanging beside him after signing his name in the bottom right corner. He grabbed the bag and leaned forward as the front door of the house slammed shut. The boy's father walked out, wearing his black tank-top, camo pants and combat boots. He was off to the base. The man walked, grumbling angrily under his breath. When he got to his truck he turned and faced the house, looking around. The boy ducked back but so he could just see his father. "NATHANIEL LUCIAN THOMAS, I KNOW YOU'RE OUT HERE! ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS YOU BETTER NOT BE WHEN I GET BACK!" The boy bit his pierced lip, rubbed the back of his neck -where there was a tattoo of a black, tribal sun- nervously, and waited until he head his dad's car turn the corner and speed off. This is Nathaniel Lucian Thomas, a 17 year old boy whom is abused by his father. He has been abused by his father for as long as he could remember but it got worse after his older sister Carly moved to New York with her husband and daughter. Nathaniel's mother died shortly after giving birth to him so he never got to know her. He is a shy, quiet person and doesn't have many friends for no one understands him. No one knows why he is covered from head to toe in scars, bruises, cuts, and burns or why his left eye is almost completely blind. Nathaniel sighed and climbed out of the tree. He took his car keys from his pocket and walked over to his red Jeep Charokee. He climbed in and put the key in the ignition, imediately turning on the heater. "Why can't it just be summer already," he asked himself. He pulled the car out of the drive-way and headed for the shcool, which was a 45 minute drive from his house when the streets weren't snowy and dangerously icy. Today it took an hour a 15 minutes. He parked in the student parking lot and leaned back. No way was he going to wait out in the six inches of snow for his classes to start; it wasn't snowing right now but the louds over-head looked promising of more snow and the 23 degree weather didn't help much. He sat in silence, examining the scars on his hands before pulling on a pair of finger-less gloves.

[Stasya ♥]

"Sam, Angie, wake up or you're going to be late for school!"
Two girls moaned fron under their bed covers. The room was freezing from last night's snow storm but their bed were warm and comfortable.
"Samantha! Angela! I have to go to work now!"
"Okay, okay. We're up, we're up," one girl yawned, throwing the covers off. She sat up when the front door shut and looked across the room. "C'mon, Sammy, wake up." She put her feet on the floor and yelped, yanking them up and pulling her knees to her chest. "Holy shit, they floor is ice cold!"
"That's what happens to wood floor after it snows," the other girl said tiredly, putting her pillow over her head. She opened one eye and looked across the room at her cousin. "What time is it, Ang?"
The girl soot up and walked across the room, her toes crinkling up on the cold floor. She looked at the alarm clock and sighed. "5:45." She grabed her hairbrush and a pair of clothes.
"Ugh, I hate when it snows! We have to get up earlier so we get to school on time."
17 year old Angela Michelle Abernathy yawned and rubbed her blue eyes, "Yeah, really. But, hey, at least you get to see Markus today."
16 year old Samantha Cathrine Abernathy sat up quickly jumping off the bed and running across the room to the closet, a huge smile on her face.
Angela laughed. "I'm going to take a quick shower," she said, leaving the room.
Samantha grabbed a forest green turtleneck sweater and a pair of blue jeans. She took her dark brown snow boots and her black Baby Phat winter coat before getting dressed. She quickly ran a brush through her blond hair, which she had recently had the under layer dyed brown. She walked over to the dresser and looked at herself in the mirror as she put in a silver lip ring and a heart shaped nose ring. She slipped her boots on and grabbed her jacket, going downstairs. Samantha had come to live with her cousin, aunt and uncle when she was 4 years old because he parents had died in a car accident. She did mind looking back on it because she knew there was nothing she could've done to change it. Now is the only thing that matters to Samantha.
Angela tip-toed down the stairs since her dad was still sleeping and skipped into the kitchen. Her red and black hair and make-up was styled in her favorite way. She wore and tight, black turtleneck sweater, thick blue jeans, and black snow boots. She grabbed a pack of Pop-Tarts and walked into the living room. "Ready, Sam?"
"I guess so," Samantha nodded, grabbing her iPod, cell phone, and backpack. She pulled her coat on and walked to the front door.
Angela grabbed her coat from the closet, her backpack, iPod and put her cell phone in her pocket. She took her car keys from the bowl at the front door and the two walked out into the snow. They jumped in the car, laughing, and put the heat on. Typically they would walk to school but today was too cold. Angela pulled the car from the drive-way and drove the 30 minutes to the school before parking in the student parking lot. "Do you see Mark?"
Samantha pouted and shook her head. "No," she said sadly, scouting the parking lot for that one familiar car.

[Stasya ♥]

"Let all the children sing: We hate love. We love hate. We hate love. We love hate. We hate love. We love hate. We hate love." A 5' 10" body rolled over quickly as loud, metal music blared from his speakers. He turned and fell out of the bed, still trying desperately to get to his stereo to shut it off. He jumped to his feet and leapt across the room, pushing the Off button on the giant stereo. "Phew," he muttered quietly, listening for if anyone was coming. He was glad to hear his adoptive parents still across the hall sleeping. He turned hte light on and looked around his messy room for a minute before walking to his dresser. He took out a black short sleeve tee-shirt with purple bats up on the left shoulder, a pair of grey jeans, and black converse. He walked into the bathroom and took a look at himself in the mirror. He quickly styled his hair and put the silver studs in his lip before applying his eyeliner. He grabbed a jacket from his room and quickly opened the door to the room next to his. In a crib sat a little girl, her blond hair was straight and came to her shoulders. "G'day, Taylor," he whispered, walking in and closing the door behind him. The little girl smiled and her blue eyes lit up. "Marus," she squealed in delight. "Shh," he laughed, putting his finger over his mouth. "Mommy and daddy are sleeping." The little girl laughed. This boy is 18 year old Markus Diego Sparrow, the adopted son of the Sparrow family. He came from Melbourne, Australia and lived there for 13 years, so he has a wonderful Australian accent. He had been put up for adoption at birth by his mother, whom he had been told was only 14 years old. He understood and was glad she had done it, he just wished he could meet her. Little 13 month old Taylor Elizabeth Sparrow jumped up in down in her crib, holding her arms out to Markus saying she wanted to be held. Markus smiled and picked her up. "Okay but then I have to go to school and you have to go back to sleep until mommy and daddy wake up. Understand?" Taylor nodded and nuzzeled her face in Markus's neck. Markus walked out into the kitchen and grabbed a box of cereal. He sat at the table and pour the cereal onto the table, not bothering to get a bowl. He took the dry ceral and put a hand ful in his mouth. "Me ha sum," Taylor asked, reaching toward the pile on the table. Markus took a couple pebbles and held them out to Taylor. She put them in her mouth the chewed. Markus laughed quietly. "Markus has to go soon, Tay," he said, eating another handful of cereal. Taylor pouted, "Me com if you, pwease, Marus?" "I wish you could but you aren't allowed to. You have to stay here and make sure mommy and daddy have a good day." Markus closed the box an dpt it back in the cabinet. He carried Taylor back to her room and set her in her crib. "But I promise we can play when I get home, okay?" Taylor sat down and looked at Markus sadly, "Otay." Markus smiled. "Okay. I love you and I'll see you after school." He put his jacket on and ran out the front door. The Sparrows only had one car and Markus didn't want to leave the family stranded at home with no car if they needed to get something. Besides, the high school was only a 15 minute walk form the house and he arrived at the school shortly as new flakes of snow began to fall from the sky. He searched the student parking lot and ran over to a familiar silver sedan, jumping in the backseat. "Brr," he said, shainking the snow from his hair. "Morning, Sam. Morning, Angie."
"Morning, Mark," Samantha greeted enthusiastically, giving him a peck on the cheek.
Angela smiled. "Hey, Markus."

[Stasya ♥]

A 15 year old girl sat on the roof of her house, one earbud in her ear and a cigarette in her hand. Her iPod was blaring Rooftops by the Lostprophets and there was about six inches of snow surrounding the girl except for a trail of widely spaced footsteps leading from a window. She looked up at the dark clouds with her green eyes and groaned. "Please no more snow," she whined, running a hand through her long, black, straightened hair. She had been up all night, hyped up on Sprite and Sierra Mist. She was typically a laid back person but she is a very big trouble-maker. She's had a dramatic life and she hates it but she never tries to stop creating drama. She was wearing a black sweater and black jeans with black and neon green converse. She had no jacket because she knew she would be wearing one all day and didn't want it to smell like cigarettes since no one knew she smokes. Her parents would beat her ass if they knew, as would her siblings. She is the oldest of triplets. Her name is Stasya Marie McKean and she is a huge tom-boy. She is helping her neighbor and best friend build a car, she gets in fights at school almost everyday, she is pretty much failing all of her classes because she is too lazy to do the work, she has shop-lifted, done grand theft auto, a B&E, and even a DUI despite the fact she doesn't have her driver's license. After all her automobile incidents, they state found it best to put off getting her permit for a year. She is licensed to carry and gone and she does but she had never taken it out and only uses it when she goes out to practice shooting with her brothers. Stasya has anger managerment problems. Like, majorly. If she gets too mad, she loses control. Kinda like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, she has two personalities. She used to draw to keep calm and was really good but she eventually stopped drawing and her parents put her on a drug to keep under control. She put the cigarette out and flicked it out into the yard. She stood up and carefully walked down the roof to her window, beating the snow from her clothes and shoes before sliding in and closing the window. She grabbed her jacket and put it on, zipping it up and walking out of her room into the living room to wait.
A 6' 2" body shivered under a huge pile of blankets. Screech! The boy under the blankets jerked up at the familiar sound. From across the room, he saw his window open and snow trailing across his floor. He looked ahead with blue eyes and saw two glowing, yellow eyes. "Holy shit, Xemnas. Did Stasya let you in here?" The snowy owl screeched again, bobbing it's head. It ruffled its feathers and flew out the window. The boy got up out of bed and closed the window, rubbing his goose-bump covered arms. He put on a tight, black long sleeve shirt, a pair of baggy jeans, and black snow boots. His hair is dirty-blond, half a foot long, and dreaded. He walked down the stairs and sat next to Stasya, his older sister. This is Jeremiah Malachi McKean, the youngest triplet but the most athletic. He is a major jock. He plays football, basketball, hockey, and boxes. he is the most laid back of the three but is definitely the loudest. "Al up yet?"
"Not yet, Jeremy," Stasya sighed impatiently.
"Al. Most. Done," a boy sitting at his desk muttered tiredly, typing a few words on his laptop. He, too, had been up all night but he wasn't messing around. He had been working on an essay for class and was almost finished. He clicked print and waited. Nothing happened. He frowned and clicked print again. A window popped-up on his computer screen, "An error has occured on Word and has been forced to close." The boy whimped and felt the tears well up in his eyes. This is Alan David McKean but everyone just calls him Kid. He is the middle triplet and the quietest but the smartest. He always gets straight A's and does every homework assignement his teachers give him. That is the reason some call him Ace, too. This is the first time he has ever had an assignement go wrong. Kid put his head in his heads and groaned. He ran a hand through his blond hair and stood up. He was still in the clothes from the night before but didn't bother changing. He walked out of his room and into the living room, staring blankly ahead.
"What's up," Jeremy asked, looking at his older brother.
Stasya looked up at Kid and frowned. "Dav, what's wrong?"
Kid looked at his triplets. "I'm gonna fail history."
Stasya rolled her eyes and looked back at the book she was reading. "No you aren't. You always say you're gonna fail but never do."
Kid shook his head. "This time I mean it. I spent all night working on the eassy we had to do and it didn't save. My computer shut off as soon as I was done."
Stasya looked up quickly. "Well, fuck. You can take mine, then." She shrugged.
Jeremy and Kid looked at Stasya in awe. "Stop pulling our legs, you didn't do your homework," they yelled accusingly.
Stasya sighed. "I was up all night and had nothing better to do. Do you want a passing grade or not, Alan?!"
Kid nodded slowly.
"Okay then! Jesus Christ!" Stasya pulled a small pile of about 5 papers from her backpack and handed them to Kid.
Kid quickly scanned the eassy. "Holy fucking shit! She did her homework! And it's.... grade A material. How the hell?"
Stasya shrugged. "I'm not a bad student, I just choose to act like one." She stood up. "Can we go now? I would like to hang with Nathan for a while before class."
The two brothers looked at each other slyly then looked at Stasya. "Someone has a boyfriend."
Stasya grit her teeth. "He is just my friend, you guys. Now come on!"
"Yeah, whatever you say, Stas," Jeremy laughed, standing up and heading for the door.
Kid stood up and walked to the door, putting the essay in his backpack and grabbing his keys. Kid got his license early. "Hmm, I wonder."
"Wonder what," Stasya asked, walking ou the door and to the car with her triplets.
"How it would sound," Kid shrugged. He slid into the driver's seat and waited for the others to get in. Jeremy took the front passenger seat and Stasya. sat in back, not strapping up of course.
She leaned forward and rested her elbows on the arm rest between the two front seats. "How what would sound," she asked impatiently, knowing he was messing with her and about to say something she would kill him for.
"This. Stasya Marie Thomas. Oh, not too bad." Kid laughed and rubbed his arm when Stasya punched him. "Okay, I deserved that but it was totally worth it."
"Shut the fuck up," Stasya growled, leaning back agained her seat and facing out the window.
"Oops. Well, now she's gonna be pissed at me all day. I'm willing to bet my lunch money she's gonna want to fight with me at lunch." Kid shrugged and pulled out of the drive-way. It was a very quiet drive which was unusual for the McKean three.
When Kid parked next to Nathaniel's car in the student parking lot, Stasya immediatly jumped out of the back seat and slid into the front passenger seat of Nathaniel's jeep. She turned to face Kid and gave him the finger before turning to Nathaniel. "Good morning, Nathan," she said with a smile.
"Hey, Stas," Nathaniel said, his eyes lighting up when he saw his friend. Stasya is his best friend, he tells her everything and she tells him everything without being judgemental. They get each other.