{{ YOU MAKE ME SMILE. (OPEN)

[CORINNE MAE NEVILLE-SMYTH]

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. Why did they have to say it every single day? Like there were new people all the time who didn't know yet. 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, not speaking a single word to anyone. 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 to coat the floor with 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. This was going to be a long day, and Cor wasn't looking forward to it.

tagged; open
word count; five oh four
outfit; click for uber beauty (but with curlier hair)
title song; boston, augustana
muse; bubbly, colbie caillat
notes; anyone? anyone?

[ALEXA VALERIE EVANS-SHADE]

A nomal teenager wakes up approximately 7am to 7:30am for school. The first thing they'd do is slam down on the snooze button and go back to sleep, only to be annoyed once more by that same alarm. Eventually he/she would grudgingly make their way towards the washroom- whether to take a shower or to get dressed. They would then follow to either make their way to their closet and spend a good ten minutes thinking of what they would wear or go down the stars for breakfast. Then they'd scramble their way out the door with their shoes half on, a piece of toast hanging out of their mouth, trying to catch the 7:48am bus.

But this blonde bombshell was not normal. Not even close. No. This girl was awake at five in the morning, slamming the snooze button only once, and immediately brushed her teeth and changed into some spandex shorts from Lululemon, and a Nike sports bra. By 5:15am, she was already out the door with a cold bottle of water in her hand, sneakers attached to her feet. The eighteen year old would then proceed to run approximately five miles before she would get back in the house to take a nice and cold shower for twenty minutes, and then spend another fifteen to twenty minutes picking out an outfit for school. This girl always had to go to school looking good. Beautiful people always have to look beyond good.

When this girl finally decided that she looked perfect in her outfit, she made her way down the stairs and only took a nasty tasting granola bar to bring along for the ride. "Alexa!" Oliver called after her retreating figure. She pivoted in her heels, looking at her brother, raising a brow, wondering what he wanted. "Don't forget to buy grocery. Mom and dad's coming home for dinner tonight." He reminded, before shooing her out the door. "We both know they're not going to show up." The younger Evans-Shade said as a matter of factly. Their parents were typical. They call up the siblings and tell them to be prompt for family dinner, no excuses, and they end up cancelling on them after the dinner was made. She wasn't sure why her brother insisted that they both waste their time on something that won't be needed later on.

It's not like their mother actually wanted to see them. They just asked her to come for family dinner once in a while to catch up. Not that it was really catching up. Her mother just tended to drone on and on how great her life is without her children and being tied down. God. Those rare times that the whole family does sit down and eat together, it was beyond fake, and Alexa was sick and tired of acting like she gave a damn about her mother. "Fine. I'll be back by 5" With that she walked out the door and into her four wheel drive- courtesy of her mother. Of course. What her mother would do to win against her father. Alexa wouldn't survive without a car. She needed it for everything, and it always came in handy when she was hanging out with people or needed to carry heaving things.

She drove off to school, early once again. She went into her first block- the class she shared with Corinne, sitting at the very back corner of the classroom, hiding her face behind the magazine, pretending to not hear the whispers around her. Not that she minded it. It meant they were giving her attention. You're not anybody until you're talked about, after all. She knew what they said about her, and they were all true, so she had no point in talking back. It would just be a waste of her time. From the top of her magazine, she caught a familiar figure walking in the room, the whispers now revolving around her. She rolled her eyes.

Now, when it came to Corinne, she had to say something because these worthless piece of craps called classmates are wrong about Corinne. The twin sat down in a couple of desks ahead of her, clearly ignoring the whispers. Alexa rolled her eyes, shaking her head a little. She picked up her stuff and walked down the aisle, the palm of her hand coming in contact with the back of a head. Or rather, the loudest and most annoying whisperer. The girl squeaked out a loud 'ow,' glaring at Alexa. The blonde in turn, just shrugged "Sorry, hand slipped." And then proceeded to shove another kid out of the seat next to Corinne's. "Morning, C" Alexa said brightly, trying to offer a friendly smile to the dark haired beauty.


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tagged; corinne <3
word count; too many
outfit; click click
notes; hope you don't mind

[CORINNE MAE NEVILLE-SMYTH]

Corinne glanced back into the corner of the room as the whispered subjects switched from Corinne Neville-Smyth and her apparent snobby qualities, to Alexa Evans-Shade and everything else to do with her. Lex was one of Corinne's closest friends, one of the two people in the whole world who seemed to see the real her, the one behind all the things everybody else said about her. The other person, of course, was the other half of the whole that was the Neville-Smyth twins; Rhiannon Neville-Smyth, who was almost a polar opposite of Corinne. More popular, more loved, more beautiful, even though they were identical.

Should she feel guilty for not even noticing one of her two best -- or only -- friends sitting in the room?

Today, as usual, Alexa's sure-to-be-perfectly-made-up face was hidden behind a glossy magazine with a blown-up picture of Zaryn Oliver and Shafer Augustine on the front of it. I'M CRAZY FOR THIS GIRL, announced the title, coming from Shafer's mouth in a cheesy speech bubble. His little sidewalk concert a few days ago had been the talk of Vancouver -- crashed by country princess Zaryn Oliver before he told her that he was in love with her and she said the same and then every person with a brain on Robson Street took a picture of them kissing.

The whispers picked up a little bit of volume as Corinne turned back to face the front of the room, chocolate-brown gaze dropping to her brightly-coloured binder, just the shade of the orange she'd eaten on the way to school. With a rustle of paper and the scrape of a chair to announce the footsteps now coming in Cor's direction, she knew that Alexa was standing up, moving to sit with her (after all, what were friends for?). There was a loud ouch! from somewhere behind her, and Cor hid a tiny smile as she heard Alexa say, "Sorry... Hand slipped."

With an icy cold glare out of beautiful sky-coloured eyes, the blonde sent a guy with three textbooks on the desk in front of him packing up his stuff and hurrying across the room so that she could sit down next to Corinne. "Morning, C," she grinned, sliding into the newly-abandoned chair as she used her apparently innovative nickname, which consisted of just one letter. She was probably the only person Corinne would let off the hook for calling her that.

"Morning, Lex" mumbled Corinne, unwilling to even try to sound as peppy as the other girl. It was too early in the morning to be that happy -- although she knew Alexa's morning routine. An early-morning run at the crack of dawn before the real process of getting ready for school. She supposed that she should be more awake by now, but waking up at the crack of dawn to feed horses was just so much different than going for a five-mile run. "You're in a good mood today."

tagged; alexa evans-shade
word count; too lazy to count
outfit; click for uber beauty (but with curlier hair)
title song; boston, augustana
muse; don't stop believing (glee version)
notes; of course not!