Name: Nate Whaler

Age: 16

gender:Male

Looks: tall, skinny

personality: a normal nice jock

Clique:Jocks

crush: Annabeth

Sexual orientation: straight

Other: nope

"Oh, my!" Alyxander Wolfe exclamied, hurrying down to the large yellow bus under his black parasol with lime green lace trim, as it was quite bright this morning. The boy's white skin stood out against his green and black clothing as he skidded to a stop before the teacher, breathing hard. "Sorry I'm late, I couldn't find my parasol!" Alyx said brightly, swnging his black and green messenger bag over his shoulders. Dropping his suitcase into the side of the bus, the green and black boy snapped shut his parasol, swung it over his shoulder, and stepped onto the bus, his thick black boots clunking on the charter buses floor. He peered around, searching for a seat that had enough room to open his umbrella in case it got too bright. Spotting a seat in the back, even though it already had a resident, he swung his thin, white frame in next to Griffin, and gave him a once over, wrinkling his nose, wich was sprinkled with the barest hint of freckles, and took out a thick black eyeliner pencil. "Didn't even have time to do my waterline..." He grumbled, pulling down his bottom lid to line the lashes."

Alyx squinted in the bright sun and pressed a small green button shaped like a skull, and the umbrella popped open, filling everyone's view with the black fabric lined and trimmed with greeen eyelet lace, as Alyx busily set up a shield between him and Griffin. "Do you have a mirror?" He asked, glaring with green rimmed eyes over the large black parasol. "Mine's in my bag."

Annabeth saw it wasn't her imagination. it was the guy she has a huge crush on. Nate Whaler!

"oh, hi nate" she said

"oh hi, is all i get? give me a hug!"

"Okay, jock."

"why aren't you with the preppy girls?'

Griffin stared at disbelief at the boy who sat next to him. No way was he getting away with -- why did he have an umbrella? One eye brow arching up, he just continued to stare, until a question was tossed his way. "No. I don't carry [i]cosmetics[/i]. What do you take me for, a girl?" Pushing at the parasol, he pressed himself up against the window as much as he could.

Griffin was somewhat happy, he guessed. It was better then sitting next to a stupid jock. A girly looking goth was, actually, a lot better then sitting next to a man who would most likely use him as a toy from the time he sat next to him, to the time they left the camp. "I have a phone, though..If you really need one, it's pretty clean and could be a mirror if you squinted enough." Why was he offering it?

"Not that I would let you use it..I'm not having this one break. No way." Crossing his arms over his chest, he just turned his head back to stare out the window of the unmoving bus. His father was still out there, directing traffic and shoving kids into the bus it seemed like. 

Sarah sighed as she ran onto the bus, barely making it. The engine was still running as she hopped on, panting as she did. Ignoring all looks from her, she went to the back of the bus and sat on the seat next to Griffin and Alyx. She ignored both of them and shoved her bag next to the window. She was prone to getting sunburned so she didn't like the sun.

Sarah overheard part of the conversation that Griffin and Alyx were having. "I have a small mirror," She said in a small voice. She fished a small hand mirror out of her bag, showing it to Alyx. "That is if you still need one..." She trailed off, hating that she was even drawing attention to herself. She brushed her black hair out of her eyes, looking at Alyx with a kind ex
pression.

Damien sighed and got on the bus before sitting next to _____."Hope you don't mind."He murmurred before sighing and pulling out a notebook and writing some things down quickly.

Name: Lucia Valliere

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Looks:

Personality: She can be nice but tends to be bit a naive, and is protective of her friends.Can be mean and stubborn when sticking up for someone.

Clique: Goth

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Other: Well, she's friends with Faye.And she does have the puppet in her picture.

Name: Faye Larron

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Looks:

Personality: She's cheerful, and perky but loves herself the way she is nonetheless.Even though though she is way more naive than Lucia she can have an actual sense of when something is totally a fake a t times.Otherwise, she's a happy-go-lucky kind of girl.

Clique: Normal?

Sexual Orientation: Straight.

Other: She's friends with Lucia.Oh, and she's a self proclaimed outfit coordinator.

they ran onto the bus.

"they're to happy go lucky right now!"

"so it can get annoying. and i thought you were supposed to be like that. you're a cheerleader!"

"that's not the point, Jock. haha"

((writers block sorry))

((Alright.))

Damon cut the engine of his beloved Impala off, slamming the door and leaning on the hood. He didn't like being here, surrounded by them. He head snapped to the side, as the teacher "Tsked" him for not going on the bus.

"No, I was not going to sit next to some freak! No, you can't make me, either. I swear to God I'll rip your head off! You're lucky I even came to this dump, this is all just an all you can eat buffet to me!" 

((wow damon's very tough))

"Hey An! Come here!"Nate said

"What jock.

"ha ha. prep. i want to show you something"

"This better not be a trick."

( Ugh. o.o )

Nathaniel sat down at an empty seat. It was towards the front, where the teachers were, but as long as he was away from other teenagers, he'd be fine. If for some stupid reason someone sat down next to him, he'd be sure to treat them with scorn so they'd never, ever want to even look at him again.

If everyone would just leave me alone, I'll be fine. Nathaniel thought a little brightly.

~

Bade plopped down in the last empty seat at the back, which happened to be the single seat. He looked out the window, hands stuffed in his pockets. In his pockets was everything he'd ever stuffed into them, and the habit of keeping "the whole damn world" in his pockets has started when he was fifteen. Every one in a while, he'd empty out his pockets and clear away anything he knew he'd never need, but the three things he always kept were simple: cigarettes, a lighter, and a pocket knife. Nothing more.