-Chatam-

I slump in my desk; trying to hide. I only glance up to copy the problems on the board. Tapping my pencil against my desk, I'm already ready for cla.s to end. For the day to end. For the school year to end. At least in college I'll be free of pain, and working towards my dream. Oh, how cheesy that sounds, but whatever. Finally, Mrs. Johnson tells us to turn in our papers. I sigh, closing my eyes for a moment, before willing myself to get up. I get up, and walk quietly to her desk, turning in my paper. I look up only for a second; I nearly bumped into someone. My eyes lock with some girls, I can tell she has been hurt too. I quickly look away, and sit down, pulling out my book and forgeting my worries.

-Kaleia-

I look up, seeing a guy walk up minutes after me, placing his paper on Mr. Delphine's desks. He sits back down, but not before I get a good luck at his face. His eyes hold pain, but not as though someone has done something to him, more like he was beating himself up for not helping someone. Ah well, I'm not going to study it. I feel the warm blood drip down my leg, the hole in my knee aching. Sighing, I finally decide to do something about it. I stand, and head to the corner of the cla.sroom, where the tissues are. I grab a few, then sit down. Gingerly, I wipe the blood. The hole keeps oozing, but what can you expect from a puncture wound. I stare at my pencil, the tip of it coated in my blood. All this does is refuel my anger, and I know my eyes must be burning now, the hate radiating from them. Trying to shake this feeling, I look around the room until Mr. Delphine looks up. "All right, students. Highest grades, were made by two students. Ms. Kaleia Browning, with a perfect score, and Mr. Zelos Wilder, also with a perfect score." I'm not shocked, I knew I'd get that. But I wonder who this Zelos dude is, never heard his name before.

Bio (Girls):

Name: Masa Monteik

Looks: I'm 5' 9" and slender. I have black, long, curly hair. I have a tatoo of a black rose bleeding, I got it because of my old relationship. I have scars and bruises almost all over me. I have dark blue eyes and I wear alot of hats.

Personality: I'm very shy and carefull. I used to be a dare devil, but it has changed me. I'm very quiet and I'm not one to have much friends anymore.

How were you hurt?: Verbally, Physically, and sexually abused 

How has this changed you?: It made me not connect with others. It made me once, not leave my house for two months

Other: My ex's name is Bobby

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~ Bio (Guys):

Name: Locto Smith

Looks: I'm as tall as my cousin Masa. I wear black and white alot, but also tons of other colors. I have silver eyes and black hair. My sidebangs cover my right eye and a scar that is right above it.

Personality: I'm very quiet, shy, fragile, but I'm still a music loving freak. (~Braindead~)

How were you hurt?: Emotionally

How has this changed you?: It made my shy.

Other: Masa's my cousin

~Zelos~

Staring at the girl who finished first, Kaleia was her name, I watch her stab her own knee, get tissues, and then sit back down. I feel shocked, but try and keep my face concealed. Mr. Delphine has announced the scores, and I am not schocked, and I allow myself a small smirk. I pondered over Kaleia, wondering what she had been through, but didn't think much of it, and waited to see what the teacher would do next, looking at the time because I want to go to my next clas.s. I dislike waiting in one place for too long, especially when the teachers give us worksheets on simple things.

~Sheena~

Sitting at my desk, I feel far away from people. I continue drawing my flowers, pausing only to quickly copy the notes. Most teachers dislike me, but only because I don't pay atention. No one likes to be called stupid, but if I were labeled as anything it would be the inbetween of stupid and inteligent, more leaning on the stupid. I tell myself I am only stupid because I don't pay attention and don't care to be smart, because I hate drawing attention to myself.

((My brain is really fried today xD So my responses may be shorter than usual.))

-Kaleia-

Hell. I notice the guy, Zelos, glance at me, shocked at my knee. I resist the urge to smirk, to tell him to go shove it. But in clas.s, I try not to act up, at least until I finish me work. Speaking of work, I'm ready for some. Ready for a distraction from my thoughts. Thoughts can be so cruel, bringing up old memories like a piece of meat bubbling in stew. Ripple, simmer, boil. That's what memories do. Showing you only the bad, or only the could, but sometimes the stew mixes, slamming the positive and negative together. Thoughts never help, they just tell you what you already know, or relate them selves back to memories. Enough of this, this feeling sorry for myself. I need to be strong, instead of being soft and weak, so vulnerable. If I had been as hard as I am now, I never would allowed myself to get beaten on, to get destroyed. In a way, I thank him, thank him so much, for showing me what a piece of crud he is, for showing me how to live through pain, the whole experience changed me, changed my personality. But whatever, I need to concentrate, focus.

Mr. Delphine hands us yet another worksheet, as.surring the tree-huggers that the paper is recycled. I eagerly grasp the paper, happy to rid myself of these thoughts. Crap. Easy again. Trying to take my time is hard, especially when the answers lie on the page, or in my head. In my head, oh what a place that is.

(( Only Kaleia this time, I need someone to interact with Chatam, so I have something to write, lol.))

~Zelos~

I sigh as the worksheet is handed to me, and I can tell it is easy again. I quickly fill it out, handing it in first this time. I stare around the room, looking at the time. Sitting at my desk doing nothing, I feel like sleeping, but know I will only get in trouble for that. I raise my hand, asking to go to the bathroom, taking my time walking down the hall. In the bathroom, I slpash water on my face. Looking at myself in the mirror, I just stand for a few minutes, doing nothing, and finally decide I had better get back.

(none for Sheena at the moment))

-Chatam-

Riiiiing. The sound of the bell makes me weak with relief. Lunch. I gather my things and hurry outside, to the picnic areas. I avoid the crowded tables, and make a beeline towards a huge, shady tree, where nobody is. I sit upon the ground, sighing. I lean my head against the rough bark, and close my eyes, wiping out the noise around me, sunk deep into my thoughts. I feel relaxed, comfortable. If only my peace would stay.

-Kaleia-

Lunch bell sounds. Finally! I think, hurrying out the clas.sroom. I go into the cafeteria, buy a bottle of water and some chips, then go back outside. I sit ontop of the table, and observe my surroundings. One of my exes, not the abusive one, glances at me, looking sad. I smirk in return and sip my water. Stretching my legs out on the table top, I look at them. Little scars on my thighs, then I glance at my arms, where heavy, long scratches reside. I growl to myself, then look back up.

~Sheena~

As I hear the lunch bell and the scraping of chairs against the floor, I don't hide my relief. I gather up my things quickly, and dash out the room, heading down to the cafeteria, shuffling through the line and getting a peanut butter and jelly snadwhich that I probably won't eat and water. I head to an empty table and sit in the seat, glancing around at the other students as I nibble slightly as the sandwhich, not feeling hungry enough to finishs the whole thing.

~Zelos~

I smirk when the bell rings, standing and stretching my back and legs. I slowly head to the cafeteria, taking aspot at the end of the line. I finally get to the food and grab an apple and nothing more, looking around for a place to sit. I see Kaleia, but decide not to sit there. I instead walk over to a semi-empty table, talking with the other kids at the table. I seem to fit in everywhere I go, so I have never been one to need to worry about fitting in.