((Probably implode. x3 Or go mental.

Male. Or. Female? D:<)) 

((Either or. o3o Which does Innarine have less of?

... Guys. o_o Wow. Nattie-boy is the only guy. xD))

((Or both, if that's even possible. xD

Uuuuhhh, Nattie-Boy isthe only male, so. o__o

Wowz.

All the other dewds are going to Hawthorne. x3)) 

((He'd go insane and then explode! :D

Lolwow. xD I... I can safely say that I didn't expect that.))

((Correction, he'll go insane, implode, then explode! :'D

Lol. How?)) 

A insane beeping noise jolted Bryn from her dream. Taking a glance at the clock, she turned off her alarm, and lay back down. Double taking, she looked back up at the flashing red numbers of her digital clock. With a curse, she was out of bed, and rummaging through her dresser drawers. She was supposed to have gotten up thirty minutes ago. Who knows how long her alarm clock had been going off for? Bryn wasn't normally that heavy of a sleeper, but she had stayed up particularly late, the night before, watching reruns of her favorite T.V show. Now Bryn was regretting this. She couldn't believe she was going to end up being late on her first day of school! Bryn pulled on a purple t-shirt and some worn jeans. She didn't have time to be particular, today. Finding her purple Converse in her closet, Bryn yanked them on and laced them. She ran out her bedroom door, making sure to grab a pencil and her hairbrush. As she raced into the kitchen, Bryn ran straight into her mother. 

"Whoa, Brynley! Runnin' late?" her mom, teased. 

"No time to talk, Mom," Bryn replied, curtly, as she sidestepped her mother, and grabbed a package of poptarts. "I'm going to miss my bus," she explained. 

"I suppose you don't have time to tell me bye, either, hmm?" her mother asked, forcing a guilt trip onto Bryn. 

Bryn sighed, then smiled, "Bye Mom," she said, giving her mother a quick hug, before proceeding to run out the door, poptart, pencil, and hairbrush in hand. 

"Remember! This school may be a little different than what you are used to!" her mother called after her. Bryn was already too far out the door to hear. 

At the bus stop, Bryn quickly disposed of her Poptarts, as she waited. As she crumbled up the foil, and threw it into a neighbors trash can, the bus pulled up. The driver opened the door without a word, not even bothering to look at Bryn. Bryn shrugged, as she climbed onto the bus. She sat down in an empty seats. After noticing the complete silence of the bus, she looked around. All the seats were empty. Was she on the wrong bus? Bryn shrugged once again, she was probably just the first stop. She brushed her hair, then closed her eyes a moment. The lack of sleep took over her, and she drifted off into a dreamless sleep as the bus took her farther and farther away from home. 

"We're here," These were the first words spoken by the bus driver, and somehow the surprise of something different than silence, jolted Bryn awake. With a sleepy yawn, she got up and walked off the bus. After she was out, the bus driver sped away. Bryn gasped as she took in her surroundings. She seemed to be standing at the front of some castle building. "This definitely isn't what I expected," she murmured, as she stared up at the looming building. Turning to a boy with black hair (Nathaniel) next to her, she asked, "Is this Innarine Academy?" 

((Someone for Nattie-Boy to be a jerkface to. o3o)) 

((Poor Det. :c

Look, someone else for Nattie-Boy to be a jerkface to! 8DDDDDD

((Aww, Inna! 8D He's perfect. c: Introduce him~! ))

Loser 

Rory sighed at the little airplane window, blanketing it in a la
yer of mist.

"So where is this 'Innarine Academy', anyways?" He asked.

It was all she had to keep from screaming at her son. "In The Rockies, Rory. I've told you exactly twenty-three times already."

"Yeah, but where in The Rockies?" 

"Down south. Now eat your lunch, it's getting cold."

Rory restrained himself from whining at his mother and painstakingly shoveled a spoonful of chicken down his throat. Memories rushed back to him, his mother trying to explain the family history, being dragged off towards their private jet, having sleep syrup injected into him. It was amazing all this occurred in the past twelve hours.

"How far away is it?" He asked.

"About half an hour away."

"We have to wait that long?" 

"It's only half an hour!"

"Yeah, but half an hour is a really long time."

Rory's mother exhaled and closed her eyes. "You know what, I'm going to take a nap. A very, very long nap." 

"You only have half an hour to do so."

((x3 I fail.)) 

((I almost feel bad for Loser. Almost. :3

Apfft. o_o Res/Firefox didn't show your post until just now, Pirate. ;c))

A bus. A bus? She was asking if he had taken a bus? Nathaniel refrained from rolling his eyes out of disgust. As if he would be caught anywhere near a bus. "No," Nathaniel replied shortly, "I was brought here in a car."

Probably a generic brand car, too. With the way this so-called school looked, he wouldn't be surprised. If my father knew about this...! Nathaniel scowled to himself.