Sol Boarding School for the Troubled Teens

Stacy: "Oh my f**king god," I mutter, my breath coming out in a mist. I swat it. I'm going back inside. There's no way I could hitch-hike in this damn cold. Cutting myself on the fingertip, I speed-walk back the door. Okay, first I'll stir-up some trouble, then get on the first thing flying outta this hell hole.

(I'm back)

(Yay! So start up again?)

(Mhm! )

Stacy: Marching with freakin' snow crunching underneath my converse. Good thing about bein' skinny, you can squeeze through tight spots. Good thing about bein' me. I have bony elbows to push people with. I purposely push lightly on at a foreign dude, continuing on as if I hadn't known anything.

Luca: I felt someone push me, and I saw a girl walk by. "Hey, watch where you're going!" I called after her.

Stacy: I whirl around, jerking my blonde and black hair back, "Oh, I'm sorry," I say, sarcasm dripping outta my voice. "Know what? Never mind, you don't have a reason for me to be sorry."

Luca: "You little bitch. . ." I muttered under my breath.

Stacy: I clutch my heart. "Thank-you. I'm so happy you think of me that way." I smirk, pretending to be touched. "Anger issues got you here?"

Luca: I figured she wouldn't be worth my time, so I tried to forget about her. I pulled out my room number and I tried concentrating on where it could be.

Stacy: "Well, I'll consider my question answered." I snatch out my razor and cut my fingertips. Boy... this is the stuff. Almost better than marijuana. I grab my keys off the counter to my room, staining them with blood. At least people will know it's mine.

Sparrow: "Wowza." I commented as some scene chick wizzed by, leaving a trail of blood and a string of curses in her wake. "Home sweet home." I muttered, shaking off my coat.

Luca: I watched the other person. I didn't know why I had even bothered talking to her in the first place.

Stacy: If there are three things I hate, it's being called, "Anastasia" my parents being right and smartass people. I have enough of that for myself.

Sparrow: We all stood around awkwardly lost in our own vicious thoughts.
Silence is golden
Duct tape is silver
and Loud mouths are the death of both :]
"It's obnoxiously silent in here." I noted unraveling my scarf

Luca: I heard the girl I had followed before. "What the hell is that emo chicks problem?" I casually asked her.

Sparrow: "You ask that like I'm supposed to know," I threw my scarf over my shoulder and stepped into the lounge.

Stacy: And another thing: It's being called emo. I ignore the comment, though. Didn't we all have problems? I mean, we are in this hell-hole here.

Luca: "Sorry. . .I shouldn't have asked that."

Sparrow: I gave him a friendly shove, "Sure you should have!" I beamed like I cared. I dunno, newbies alway displace me.
"You're just askin the wrong person," I turned to the emo chick. "Yo you with the face, what's your deal?"

Luca: I gave a friendly shove back. I laughed, and it reminded me of happier times.

Stacy: I whirl around. "Don't we all?" I smile sweetly. I snatch my finger again.

Sparrow: Hmm, confident. I like him. Passes test 2. So far so good stranger.
I blinked at the girl. "Dont we all what? I asked what your deal was. Are you deaf as well as psycho?"

Luca: I stayed out to watch how this played out. After experiencing killing people, you tended to learn to wait for a good opportunity to strike.

Stacy: "You should ask your mom. Her raping me really damaged my hearing. Problem?"