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((I am just gonna start over)) "Alright..Thanks.." *He says as he takes a seat next to her* "So...Are yall siblings..?" *He asks since he sees yall around all the time* "And didn't Dylan say he has been here for 5 years now..? Did he just drag you in..?" *He said adding in more questions* "If im questioning you too much that is my bad..I am a very talkative person...Since the last school I was at...They had a school shooting which thats why we moved here last year.." *He says* "And my best friend died while the shooting happened.." *He said suddenly looking down at his portrait of himself he drew..He stared at his white hair...And his red eyes..And his black clothing very intensely when he flashes back to the school shooting*

(Um. Hey, Foster? Is it ok if you only talk about school shootings briefly? I'd rather not hear about anything too detailed like that due to the Parkland shooting over here last year... not good memories. Thx so much for understanding... )
Dominique grinned when she caught Kaia out of the corner of her eye, while she was pretending to take notes, her face turning pink.
Mmmhmm. Sure..., she responded with a grin before turning back to her 'notes' and doodling in the margins.
(Where are we all headed after this? )

Hope's eyes widen at the slew of questions and she takes a deep breath, "You won't have seen me around all the time. I am new here. Dyl's been here for the entirety of his high school career, lucky bastard." The last part is muttered as her ADHD takes control.

Dylan rolls his eyes, leaning forward, "Don't forget that it's only been four years, not five. And I didn't drag her in, she agreed to come." He pauses, his mind tracking through the questions, "And no, we're not siblings, but we act enough like it." He grins at Hope, a fond, brotherly light appearing in his forest green eyes.

((And, Domna, are you talking class wise or story wise?)

(I'm just talking about not talking about it too much in general. It's fine if it's a short thing or whatever, I'd just rather not read a flashback about it. Tho you guys can always take it to pm if u want to talk about it. Sorry again. )

(Its alright..That is probably the only time I will state it anyway..)

(Thx.
We're headed to art next?)

(I believe so..And I think we all have the same class)

( I'll join second art, if ur so desperate to not be alone.)

(Alright. Off to English, then.)

(Im off to..Chemistry..I guess)

a mber walks in slow with her long perfect flat iron hair that goes down her back with her almost perfect body wearing a crop top that shows her belly piercing wearing tight blue jeans and yes her butt is big with her royal blue eyes and with her caramalized skin wearing her flip flops wearing her make up so perfectly and the smell of her perfume and her the smell of shampoo she is the hottest prettiest girl around she is the most popular girl,varsity cheerleader captain,rich, and a rapper and model actor,wearing her apple watch while holding her kate spade hand bag

Steve came rumbling into the parking lot in his vintage 1970 Pontiac GTO with his stereo blasting a similarly vintage Black Sabbath track. He saw a girl walking toward the door of the building. The way the ass of those black jeans swayed with her step, Steve smiled and said to himself. "Amber, you look better and better every year!" He parked his car and grabbed a small spiral notebook with a pen stuch through the wires and got out.

Steve had taken some tech hight classes his junior year so he had extra credits for graduation. He decided to burn one this semester by not taking a first period class. He thought he was supposed to go to English, so made his way there. He saw Amber Diaz sitting toward the back so he sat next to her.

Steve knew Amber some from previous years, and he enjoyed seeing her lead cheers at the basketball games. He would see her at parties sometimes as well. Being Steve was newly single as of the end of last year, he had a free wheeling summer. He wasn't sure if Amber was seeing anybody, but he thought he would give it a red-hot try and see if he was able to get anywhere with her. He looked over at her, letting his eyes scan her lovely body. She knew how to dress!

He scratched out a small note and tote it off and reached over and set it on her desk. He got back to his seat before the teacher saw.
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"How you doing Amber?" he said, not texting her this time.

Amber smiles and giggles

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Steve laughs and shaked his head. He couldn't believe it. He started doing the assignment that was writted up on the whiteboard. He couldn't wait until lunch, and he looked over at Amber and gave her a wink as he put his phone away.

Honors History drug on and on and Kaia couldn't wait to get out. Of course class was tolerable with Dominique by her side to chat with a bit, even if their talking was through notes, but still, it was a relief to get out of their.

As the bell rings she sighs a breath of relief and stands, unzipping the backpack as it hung on the chair to tuck her things away back inside it. Pushing her chair in, her hand takes the pen that she'd somehow missed and she moves it upwards, tucking it behind her ear like she often times seen her dad do with pencils. It was easy for her to find the English class considering that's where she had met Dominique, Hope, and Dylan and she takes a seat near the middle of the room, setting her things down as she looks around while other students filter in and begin to take their seats or stand and talk to her friends.

None of her friends had made it in yet so she sits and waits, people watching.

She walked into english and slumps into a seat, sighing as she sets her books down and pulls out her phone.

She was scrolling through her music and also some old texts between herself and her ex, sighing as she was sad she had ended things with the girl.

But her parents had become suspusicous and forced her to change schools, which is why she was here now in this school and sitting in english wishing she was back with brittany.

*ambersmiles and does her work on the class white board and gets another clean sheet of paper an writes more notes as the teacher kept talking to the class and she takes out her pencil case and her phone charger and kept working on the work that was giving her that was assigned to her and writes the name of the subject she is in, writes her name and the date*

Looking up from her phone she sighs and started taking notes, noticing amber and offered a weak smile. She then averted her gaze and went back to taking notes, putting her phone away.