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Post by persephonebender on Mar 11, 2011 14:21:11 GMT -8
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"Oh shoot!" Sephy cried, after slowly opening one eye to glance at the clock. It was seven forty five. If she was going to make it to homeroom on time she had to be at school in ten minutes. The bubble-brained cheerleader jumped out of bed and grabbed the first things she found in her closet: a pair of black yoga pants with a hot pink stripe and a hot pink hoodie, the former from Aerie and the latter from American Eagle. She stripped off her white t-shirt she had worn to bed the previous night and pulled the clothing on over her black lace thong and matching bra. She raced into her bathroom, rubbing eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara over her eyes. She quickly brushed her teeth and applied lip gloss before brushing her straight red hair and pulling it back with a Scrunchie. She grabbed her Kin and iPad and flung them both into her JanSport backpack. She grabbed her car keys and shoved her feet into her black Keds as she ran out the door.
Sephy grabbed the twenty her mother had left on the counter for her lunch and rubbed her Corgi puppy's head on her way out the door. Shannon looked at her quizzically, probably wondering why Sephy hadn't brought her on a walk or fed her, but Sephy didn't have time to explain. She'd text her sister from homeroom and get Paisley to care for the puppy. Four minutes until she needed to be at the school, Sephy didn't have that kind of time.
Sephy flung herself into her black Corvette and started the car up. She swung out of the family's long driveway and into the light flurries of snow before she had a chance to buckle her seatbelt or turn on the radio. She did so as she moved. By the time Sephy hit the interstate she was doing eighty in a sixty and praying the cops wouldn't pull her over since she had left her license at home.
Sephy smiled as she pulled up in the parking lot of the school building. She threw the car into park, shut it off, grabbed her backpack and swung out of the front seat, careening toward her homeroom building at the opposite side of the campus. There was no one in sight. Everyone was already in their classes.
Sephy slid into her homeroom class with a minute to spare, grinning at her accomplishment as she fixed her ponytail. She sighed as she dropped into her desk. She could already tell it was going to be a long day.
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Post by CORINNE MAE NEVILLE-SMYTH on Mar 11, 2011 23:38:57 GMT -8
 
Eight o'clock in the morning. Why did school have to start at eight o'clock in the morning? Did they think teenagers learned better when they were half asleep or something? What kind of insane logic was that?
Still, Corinne Mae Neville-Smyth was there, and that was what mattered. Her sister had been chattering incessantly for the whole bus ride, and Cor's ears hurt at even the thought of having to listen to more talk, even if it was the teachers talking and their lectures were even the slightest bit interesting. Of course she loved Rhiannon -- she couldn't not love her twin sister, her other half, could she? -- but there was no denying that Rhiannon was a little bit of a snobby bitch sometimes.
Cor ignored the stares as she walked to her desk, the people looking at her, eyes flickering from her head to her toe, the whispers about what a bitch she was since she didn't talk to anyone. Yes, she knew exactly what people thought about her. It wasn't as if what they thought mattered. Because they were the snobs, the shallow ones who only cared about labeling their peers. You have curves, you're fat. You say what you think, you're outspoken. You cry sometimes, you're an attention seeker. You have guy friends, you're either a slut or a whore, depending on who you talk to. Nothing was free of the labeling.
Dropping her bright orange math binder on her desk with a loud bang, she sat down sideways in her chair so that she could face the door. The only good thing about homeroom wasn't here yet, and that was Persephone Bender. Two years younger than Cor and a junior, the bubbly cheerleader wasn't exactly the brightest bulb in the shed, but she was one of the few people who dared to risk their social status by even talking to the Neville-Smyth twin that apparently hated everyone.
It wasn't that Corinne hated people; it was just that she realized that they weren't worth her time. Most of the kids at Pacific Oaks High were practically the most shallow snobs in the world; what made them all flock to one high school in Vancouver? Some sort of magnetism, she thought, picturing a huge red horseshoe shaped magnet on the roof of the school, right around the spot where last year's grads had managed to put an ugly yellow couch and a pair of blow-up sex dolls last April. So far this year, no one in Cor's grade had come up with any good grad pranks -- on the day of the Terry Fox run, a group of idiotic girls (the kind who thought they were cool and everyone secretly hated) had made a dash through the student lounge with toilet paper and several containers of dish soap and trashed the place. The principal had not been pleased; and that was made evident by the grad assembly he'd instituted later that afternoon, threatening to cancel the winter dance if anything like that happened again.
One minute to go until the bell. Mrs Wadsworth, Corinne's homeroom teacher, was just standing up to announce an early beginning to the day when the door flew open and Persephone Bender came rushing in, looking rather well put together for someone so out of breath. Her bright red hair was pulled back with a scrunchie; a pair of black yoga pants hung off of her skinny little hips, and her hot pink hoodie somehow managed not to clash magnificently with her hair.
"Hey," whispered Corinne out of the corner of her mouth as Sephy slid into the seat next to her. She kept one watchful brown eye on their homeroom teacher as she began a monologue about picking up your own garbage at lunchtime. It was surprising, almost, that any people at Pacific Oaks High found it in themselves to dislike the redheaded girl for her (lack of) intelligence -- Corinne immediately felt a wave of guilt for even thinking about that -- because not only was she pretty and probably one of the most genuinely nice girls around, but her oldest sibling, Storm, was one of the biggest Vancouver-born actors in all the good movies. "How come you're late?"
tagged; persephone bender
word count; seven oh three
outfit; click for uber beauty (but with curly hair)
title song; boston, augustana
muse; inside your heaven, carrie underwood
notes; i love how much of sephy's stuff is taylor swift, 'cause that's zaryn on here. ;) oh, and those grad pranks i mentioned -- both of them happened at my school last year. XD
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