December 31, 2007Banners by WilliamxoOk, Victoria gave me this great idea to create banners for peoples buzznet's pages. Since I keep making people banners. So you guys can fill out a form and I will make a banner for you're page. Here are examples of my work;
Here is a view with just a banner with no picture, just brushes and text;
You can get them all sized. The width should be the same though. This is just a bigger height then buzznet will let you have. After I make you a banner I will help with a code you have to put on your page. If you of course, don't know how to. Anyway, heres the form; Name: Everybody's banner will get made if you send in a form. I will put my credit at the bottom. Example: (c)Williamxo. Anyway, have fun filling out the form! xx. Maddy.
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December 28, 2007Project Drama. [Part; 3]Project Drama [Part; 3] Recap: Minutes passed… finally Mr. Peters shut up and gave us a white sheet. Blair’s P.O.V “What is this?” I said quietly, hoping nobody would hear. “By the looks of it an ‘about me’ assignment.” Frankie heard. Mr. Peters smirked. “Not quite an assignment. I like to get to know my students so I want you guys to tell me about you.” He explained. “I see.” I muttered. I started to fill it out the best I could. It was easy. Name: Blair Vaness Date: Sept. 3 Interests: Celebrity Gossip, Boys, Modeling, “Celebrity gossip, boys, modeling,” I spoke out loud. Frankie glared at me for a long moment and looked at my sheet. It started to annoy me. “What?!?!” I exploded. A few people turned to look at me. “Haven’t you learned grammar? You can’t use capitals on every word you use!” Frankie complained. He grabbed his blue pen and his white out. “You wouldn’t!” He had the white out brush in his hand he slowly glided it down the paper. “FRANKIE STOP!” I got mad. I grabbed the white out putting it on his hand. It didn’t seem to bother him. He printed out what supposedly how it was supposed to be spelt. Name: Blair Vaness Date: Sept. 3 Interests: Celebrity gossip, boys, modeling, “Why does it matter so much?” I asked. He dropped the pen. “You’re right,” He said still smirking. I rolled my eyes and continued writing the rest of my interests. I ended up whiting it out again and putting what Frankie put just with MY handwriting, and MY pink pen. Beth’s P.O.V When school was over and I finished reading my `Claire’ ♥ you wish you could date me… says: hello… who is this? My finger is on the trigger. && xx says: Beth. Beth Claireson. Who is this? `Claire’ ♥ you wish you could date me… says: the girl that I told to do my homework? My finger is on the trigger. && xx says: Yeah, that girl. L `Claire’ ♥ you wish you could date me… says: eww… how did u get my email address?! I just wanted to get to my goal of 400 people… so I added her. I already knew it was Claire Miller. How did I get her e-mail address? Wouldn’t you like to know… FLASHBACK I hid the mp3 carefully and put my hood up. Cute is what we aim for was playing. Lyrical lies… They weren’t a popular band I remember seeing them on myspace and you could press download. So I did. The verse started and I closed my eyes… ‘An old man gave me a tip he said “Don’t waste your time with politics” he said “Just chase skirts instead” “Life is too short, and you’re almost dead” he said “I met a woman once; I gave her my best shot” “But never did I talk and talk and talk” “If I had her back, I’d be as real as my age” “I so don’t blame them, I wouldn’t do this same” “But I can’t blame them, I’d sing her this” ‘Then a little guitar came in. The chorus was about to start but before it did the music stopped. I opened my eyes quickly and put down my hood. I seen it was Blair. “Give this e-mail to Claire.” Blair whispered. You are almost at 400 e-mails on your msn Beth! You’ll have 399… and you’d just need one more. Probably Claire will give you another one; my conscience was just dying to talk to me today. I took one glance at it and already knew it off heart. julietatitsfinest@hotmail.com Who couldn’t remember: Juliet at Its Finest? @Hotmail.com I knew I couldn’t. Then like I predicated and hoped I got passed another e-mail. I remembered in just one look once again. BABY_BASH02@hotmail.com It was easier to understand this time. Blair’s handwriting was sort of hard to read. Claire’s was easy. I sort of even made a mental note of the capitals: BABY_BASH. She might just be writing with capitals but I don’t know for sure? FLASHBACK I decided not to tell Claire. She probably would get mad and make me write more notes on the first chapter and prologue of Hannibal Rising. So I just blocked her. I didn’t delete her because then I wouldn’t have 400 people anymore. I’d have 399. Then Blair would probably find out and block me and she knows a guy who knows a guy who could make my computer shut down and never work again. How do I hear these things? I’d rather not tell, anyway. I closed my laptop quickly and started reading the first chapter of Hannibal Rising with a notepad in my hand and a black pen. Ready to take notes. Hayley’s P.O.V When I got home from school my cell rang. You could only imagine who it was. Zac. He was so cute. “Hello,” I answered casually. I could hear Zac smile. “Hey!” Zac basically shouted in the phone. “Sorry…” I laughed kind of blushing. Good thing he couldn’t see me. “What’s up?” “Nothing much… I just wanted to ask you something.” My cheeks got redder. He couldn’t be asking me out. We’ve only known each other for one day, I thought to myself. “Alice, Patrick, Bella, Jerms, Rheag, and I are going to this big party tomorrow night. Alice and Rheagan got invited and she can bring whoever she wants. So you can come with us.” He explained. I smiled… cheeks still getting redder. “I’d love to,” I said like he was asking me out. My whole face was red. I should have said it more casual. “Great! Go on msn … I nodded my head flipping my hair. No, silly he can’t see you! “U-uh yeah… I’ll be on soon.” “Kay, bye,” he hanged up the phone so sweetly. Well, I could hear ringing bells in the background. I already had a crush. After one day? Hayley you’re crazy! Hayley you love Zac… My conscience wouldn’t shut up. When I finally stopped thinking about Zac for a second I walked quickly upstairs grabbing my laptop then outside near the pool I sat on a pool bed. [is it called pool bed? I don’t know what it’s called… so just go along with ‘pool bed’ ok?] Right when I signed on messages popped up for me to add: Rheag * - STARLIGHT. Isabella// jsh farro is my love <3 Wtf Mikey? Gee get home! [jerms] I guess Jeremy wanted to add me too. I knew right away who were Jerms, Rheag, and Isabella. The third one I wasn’t quite sure until I figured out it was Wtf Mikey? Gee get home! says: Hayles! Did Zac tell you about the party were all going to? Hayley… moved again. L says: Yes! I’m so excited! brb. Jerms is talking to me. Wtf Mikey? Gee get home! says: I’ll add Jerms to the conversation! I didn’t reply. I impatiently waited for [jerms] has just been added to the conversation. [jerms] says: Guess what guys?!?! Hayley… moved again L says: What? [jerms] says: Emily is going to be at the party! Wtf Mikey? Gee get home! says: Jeremy, you’re too obsessed with her! Then Zac signed in. There was only one thing I could do and I did: Hayley… moved again L says: brb… I quickly closed the conversation and said hello to Zac. Hayley… moved again L says: Hey Zac. PARTY PARTY!! says: HEY HAYLEY! PARTY PARTY!! says: sorry caps… Hayley… moved again L says: Nice font color. haha. PARTY PARTY!! says: lol. its awesome eh? Hayley… moved again L says: I guess so. Then I heard the sound of footsteps coming toward me. Alana (my mom) coming toward me. I quickly closed my laptop without saying good-bye to “GUESS WHO HAS DEBUTANTE DRESSES?!?!” I rolled my eyes. “Oh no…” I logged off msn once I seen Hayles logged off. I told Zac to come over when I logged off. He only lived a block away and I could already see him jumping over the fence to my backyard coming over making sure not to fall in the pool. He seen me looking at him and he waved coming in. I opened my window for him to jump in. “Hey!” I greeted pulling him in, in the big square window near my bed. He was breathing slowly. I chuckled. “That didn’t take you a long time…” He grinned as he came over to sit on my enormous bed. “I wanted to come faster, quicker because I need to talk to you about Hayles.” I rolled my eyes. “What about her?” “I phoned her to tell her about the party right? I wanted to make it sound like a date… like I was asking her out. But I think she knew but she like sounded like, like you know when before when I- I kind of well she sounded like I-“ I interrupted him laughing, “Zac chill out!” He started to chuckle. “Hayley will like you soon enough,” I assured him going over to sit by my desk were my computer was. My msn wasn’t really logged off it was more like, ‘appears offline.’ I just wanted Zac to come over. “Zac that party… were going to tomorrow be careful with her going there. I mean she used to live in “What are you thinking?” He asked incredulously raising an eyebrow. I smirked turning my chair over to face him away from my computer, “I’m thinking a total Zac and Alice scheme. We could make Hayles almost fall in the pool and you can save her, have some drunk jock make her scared but then you’ll be there, no getting Hayles drunk though… too over the top!” I explained some of my suggestions. He smirked a bit. “I like the second one.” “I do too,” I agreed. “ I yelled back down to him (he was downstairs), “I DON’T HAVE A PORTABLE IN MY ROOM!” “THEN GO GET IT FROM MIKEY!” Zac chuckled. “Hold on…” I said getting up from my spinney chair and then going out my door across the hall to Mikey’s room. I tapped on his door, lightly. “Mikey, it’s me Alice.” “Coming,” he replied. He opened the door I looked around his room. It was so organized and clean. I saw the portable on his bed. Without saying a word I went to pick up the portable and answered the phone. “Hello?” I said quietly in the receiver. “ “Hayles? Hold that thought… Zac’s here.” I responded gently to her reply. Hayley shouted in the phone again, “ZAC! NO! CALL ME WHEN ZAC LEAVES!” I thought I heard her hang up but I wasn’t sure. “Hayley? Hayley! HAYLEY?!?!” Yep, she hang up. Mikey was looking at me weirdly. “So… are you going to the big party tomorrow?” I said so he wouldn’t ask why I was yelling in the phone… he probably could hear Hayles. She was yelling the loudest. “I don’t know…” He replied. “Cool.” I left the room quickly going into my room with the portable. “Zac you have to go!” Claire’s P.O.V “No, no, no! I don’t want fricken’ ice cream! I want cordon bleu! Caviar, is most preferred.” Blair kept shouting in the phone complaining. Jess rolled her eyes. “This party is going to be kick ass!” Emily spoke loudly looking back at her seventeen magazines hoping for no reply. I chuckled, so did Jess. Blair kept complaining in the phone, “Chicken? CHICKEN! Why the hell would I want chicken? Sushi? I could do Sushi. Well, what about tofu? Ok, ok. Kay, bye.” Blair hung up the phone mad. Jessica, Emily, and I laughed. “Blair your party is going to be fine. I mean EVERYBODY is going to it, and I mean EVERYBODY.” I told Blair. She grinned weakly; she didn’t believe a word I said. Emily changed the subject winking at Jess and me, “Did you guys hear about that new girl, Hayley Williams?” She was obviously trying to get Blair to think about something else. “Yeah, I seen her she was in my Art class. I like her hair, but not her skirt. I mean skulls?” Blair squinted. “I like skulls… on pink skirts. Grey was too dark…” Finally Blair was thinking of something else. My cell phone rang. It was Pete. “PETE!” I shouted and a big bright smiling quickly came upon my face. Everybody rolled there eyes. I looked on it, it was text. are we still going 2 da party 2gether? I was smiling as I texted back. I put: no duh! are we going wit b, gee, emm, joe, jess, & josh? When I sent the text I quickly noticed that Blair and Jess were right beside me, and Emily was in front of me trying to read it. “What? He just asked me if all of us were still going together.” I answered knowing they’d be asking some kind of question involved
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December 22, 2007Project Drama [Part; 2]Project Drama [Part; 2] Recap: The grape stain wasn’t going to come out. Katelyn’s P.O.V A girl with nice long white blonde hair and black streaks with turquoise tips walked out of one of the bathroom stalls. She looked at me incredulously. “Did Claire pour grape juice on you too?” She frowned. The white blonde haired girl had a napkin in her hand and helped me wipe off the grape juice. I looked at her skeptical. She put her hand out and smiled happily. “I’m Beth.” Unknowingly I shook her hand. “I’m uh Katelyn.” I then realized I had English class with her. This was Beth that Ms. Adams pointed out in class. I laughed at the thought. “Aren’t you in my English class?” I finally socialized. She breathed and replied, “Yeah, I think I am. I have to sit beside by Claire Miller and Blair Vaness. I hate it.” “I know they’re horrible.” I finally started to engage in the conversation. Beth’s white blonde hair drifted to the side. I liked her hair but I also loved mine. Beth was wearing a black sweater with a big white skull and it had The Misfits on it. I smiled. I love that band! She was wearing light blue tight jeans. It was silent for a long moment. “I like your sweater.” I finally said. She smiled. “Thanks. I like your shirt. I’d probably like it better if it didn’t have the stain on it though.” We both chuckled. “Yeah, me too,” I agreed. Beth threw out our napkins used to wipe off the stain. None of us said anything for awhile. “So I guess you’re not going to the big party tomorrow…” I said endlessly. Beth had a sour look on her face. “Uh no… I’m not quite what you say… popular.” She paused a lot when she was speaking. I did that a lot. Without making any noise I walked over to the mirrors. I fixed my hair. It looked a bit greasy. The blood red tips in my hair were nice red. I just got them put it in and they looked awesome. I loved Beth’s hair though. The blue looked very rare. Beth grinned at me weakly. “So how come I never seen you around or anything?” “Well,” I thought, “that’s probably because I move like every year.” “Why?” She questioned. “Social problems,” I explained. She nodded my head. “I know what yeas mean.” she mistaken. “I know what you mean.” I corrected. She laughed. I finally turned to look at her. I asked Beth, “What’s your next class?” “Trigonometry,” Beth responded. She continued, “Or it might be Art.” She was thinking. “Yeah, Trigonometry… so what class are you in?” “Spanish,” she giggled. “I see.” Isabella’s P.O.V Still mad about the meat thing I finally realized what was going on. I was starting to catch on. But I wasn’t totally sure… if I was correct. “Uh Zac…” I said confused. Right away Alice knew I was confused. “Zac likes Hayles.” She cleared up for me. I thought maybe it was just Hayley who liked Zac. But I guess it was the other way around. “You know who is so cute?” I quickly changed the subject, my eyes dazing at Josh Farro. Zac’s brother. His dark brown eyes glittered in the sparkling light. “You still like Josh?” Rheagan asked me. I nodded my head. “Who couldn’t like Josh?” The girls laughed. They were going to reply but I stopped them continuing, “Don’t answer that question.” I couldn’t stop looking at him. His beautiful smile was unreadable. All the time, but I liked it that way. It was so bright and, and, and he was starring at me! I inhaled not knowing why. My eyes didn’t want to move. No, they wouldn’t move. His eyes widened still looking at me. I finally forced myself to look at Jeremy and Alice. “So…” Rheagan and Alice giggled. I looked at Josh in the corner of my eye he wasn’t looking anymore. I finally got to exhale. I felt better now. I continued to look at him again. “Josh is so cute…” I mumbled under my breath. I was breathing hard now, too hard. “Slow down Bella, we only have two more periods… and the bell is going to ring right away.” My eyes flickered toward Alice. “I’m going to be late again! I was already late this morning, because somebody,” I flashed a dirty look at Rheag. “Sorry, I haven’t seen you in awhile. You were gone to Canada all summer.” Jeremy grinned. “I wish I lived in Canada…” He wished. I laughed. “I do too.” “You know who I think is cute?” Jeremy smirked. Alice rolled her eyes. “Let me guess, Emily Morrison?” He nodded his head proudly. “Yep, she is wonderful. Well, beautiful I mean. One of these days she will have to marry me.” We all laughed. “Enough chatting!” I snapped. “I’m not going to be late again! I’ll see you guys after school!” I snickered. I was running sheepishly to my locker. I got my binder and ran to class. The bell rang. Everybody started running in. I smiled at the thought I was the first one there. Finally, not late! Blair’s P.O.V Finally last class of the day! I had Science/Lab! I skipped to class with my binder going to a random white/grayish desk. I sat on the right black stool. Mr. Peters walked in and greeted everybody with a wave. He looked ugly… “Hi, everybody I’m going to be your new Science teacher! I’m going to give you a bucket and I want you to pick out a name. That will be your science partner for the year ok?” “Okay.” We all moaned. When Mr. Peters came over to me I couldn’t quite understand it. Frank Iero. “Um… Mr. Peters who is Frank?” I asked. He pointed to a boy with shaggy dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. He was wearing skinny black jeans and a skinny almost leather black sweater. “I have to go with emo boy here?” I asked. Ms. Peters frowned. “Blair, let’s please not label, and yes you have to go with Frankie.” I rolled my eyes. “God help me please!” I pleaded quietly. He rolled his eyes. “Not like I want you as my partner either…” “Not like I want you as my partner either…” I repeated annoyingly. “You guys cut it out!” Mr. Peters snapped. We both quickly looked up at him. He was starting teach. I wasn’t listening of course… but Frankie better have been, because he was doing my homework. Minutes passed… finally Mr. Peters shut up and gave us a white sheet.
It's short... I don't like my fanfiction short. I didn't get much comments on my last one... :'( Or buzz! I hope you guys could do that soon... lol. You can expect for fanfiction sometime this week... or weekend lol. Oh and I think you guys should read my friend <a href="http://anticaution.buzznet.com/user/journal">Ashleigh's</a> fanfiction. It's reallly really good! I have to comment on all those fanfictions btw... I will Ash!
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December 18, 2007Project Drama [Pilot 1]Project Drama [Pilot 1] Emily’s P.O.V Candice (my mother) frowned. “Sweetie, I know what you’re going through. It can be tough.” I gave her a sour look and started to reply, “What can be tough?” I asked gently. “You’re trying to pretend it isn’t happening. Typical teenager thing, I think that’s refreshing,” She answered and then smiled widely, “I am quite proud of you though. Maybe now you can be the next cover girl for Teen Vogue.” “What?” We were on my king sized bed. She was next to me smiling so hard I sware her jaw hurt. She patted me on the back. “Of course we don’t want you to be the next Nicole Richie. So at least eat cheese everyday. Chocolate once a month, too please.” She continued babbling after too. “MOM!” I replied loudly, stopping her from babbling. “Yes, dear?” She grinned. “What the hell are you talking about?!?!” “What do you mean?” “What can be tough, how am I going to be the next cover girl, how am I going to be the next Richie?!?!” I questioned. I spoke a bit loud, and a bit too harsh too. She explained, “Anorexia. We will probably have to go to the doctor though. You won’t die Hun.” “Anorexia,” I couldn’t help but chuckle, “so I lost a couple of pounds doesn’t mean I’m anorexic.” She gave me a comforting look. “It’s okay Emily. Claire told me you have it, she said she was quite worried. I told her don’t be I’ll talk to you.” She exclaimed. I couldn’t help but chuckle again. “Mom can we get one thing straight?” I questioned without needing an answer but she nodded her head anyway. “I’m not anorexic, and I don’t think you should be happy if I am. Which I’m not.” She grinned. “It’s ok, no need to lie. Sweetie I have to go get Pierre. He is driving me to Newport’s Debutante meeting for the parents. I’m going to sign you up. You’re sixteen finally old enough to be a little debutante!” I opened my mouth to speak but she probably wouldn’t have listened anyway. I picked up my phone and dialed Claire’s number. “Claire!?!?” I quickly said. “Yes. What’s up Emm?” She sounded delightful, too delightful. “Well, I don’t know you tell me. My mom said that you said that I have anorexia?” She laughed. “You do. I’m proud of you too; your mom and I got you an interview with Teen Vogue.” “What?!? First I’m not anorexia, and second Teen Vogue!?” I yelled in the phone. “Don’t need to lie Emm. Teen Vogue liked the pictures so yeah you just have to go for an interview!” “OMG!” I practically yelled again. Jessica’s P.O.V I lay on my bed not wanting to get up. First day back at Madsen High, eww. I heard the door slam in. “Jess! Why the hell are you still in bed?” It was Blair. I moaned. “Go away!” I shouted going underneath the blankets and putting the pillow over my head. I made a little peeking hole for me to look at her. She rolled her eyes. “Jess, you should be happy. I mean we own Madsen.” I shot back, “No! Dean James owns Madsen!” Blair came closer and closer to my bed and then she pulled the blankets off me. “AHH LIGHT!” I hollered. “I think you should wear that sparkly blue top your mom got you. I’m wearing the sparkly pink one! I’m wearing a black skirt with it to. Maybe I’ll just add a white sweater. It looks ok right?” She said changing the subject. I rolled my eyes. “I wanted to wear the Laguna Beach one.” She giggled. “Yeah, right. No offense but I don’t know what your dad was thinking when he bought it for you.” “NO, I like it!” I defended. Her eyes got wide. “Fine, if you want to wear the fricken’ Laguna Beach one then sure. But any new hot guys that don’t look at you because you’re wearing the Laguna one. Don’t blame me!” I was up now, sadly. I jumped out of bed and went into the closet room. “Do you want me to turn the button thingy so you can look for a top?” She asked her voice harsh. She was going to look for the top. Not me. “Sure.” I answered. She got a hot pink tang top with a darker pink sparkly writing on it that said, ‘Beauty.’ “I’ll be in the skirt closet… hold on.” I nodded my head. “I’m going to go downstairs and eat breakfast.” I yelled out. “NOO!” She yelled back running back in the shirt closet. “Didn’t you hear Emily has anorexia? That means were fatter, way fatter then her. Eww, I can’t be fat!” I hissed, “I’m going to eat breakfast.” I chuckled. “I’m going to eat toasted toast with a lot of butter and maybe get Mary to make me greasy bacon and eggs!” I mumbled. Blair’s eyes got more comfortable and she starting laughing. “Ok, then. I’ll get you a skirt and some shoes. I’ll be down in ten minutes.” “Kay.” I replied running down 5 stories of stairs. My mom was thinking of installing an elevator. But she wants the exercise. “Good morning Jessica.” Mary greeted me when I got to the bottom of the stairs. Her English accent sounds so cool when she says my name. It makes me chuckle. “Good morning Mary.” I responded. Her smile got brighter. “Is Blair having breakfast?” I shook my head. “Mm… probably not.” Blair came running down the stairs. “I found the cutest skirt! Black and pink stripes! Who could top that? I even got that silver diamond necklace Emily bought you for Christmas!” She spoke so fast… it was all a blur. Hayley (Williams)’s P.O.V Another day, another school, another crowd. I moved again. First Washington, and then Connecticut, and then Wisconsin, and now Newport Beach. I woke up too early. My parents (Brian and Alana) were already at work. My knees where on the couch and I tried to keep my back straight as I looked out the window thinking of a way to escape. I thought of things that I haven’t done yet. I had a shower, brushed my teeth, got dressed, ate breakfast, and packed my backpack. The phone suddenly rang. I walked to the phone taking my time. I had all morning. I picked it up slowly. “Hello?’ I spoke quietly. “Hi. Honey, I need you to pick up my dry cleaning. I didn’t hire a maid yet and it’s in an hour. I excused you from your first class.” It was my mom Alana. “OK!” I said happily. “Bye mom, love you.” I spoke quickly hanging up. I ran into the kitchen grabbing my dad’s Volvo car keys and went through the hall and grabbed my black sweater. The whole car ride I was listening to Thrice and New Found Glory. New Found Glory never gets old. I waited in the waiting chairs. It was a bit busy. There was a cute boy sitting 3 seats down from me in the waiting chairs. He had dark brown hair and he was wearing a plaid shirt and blue jeans. “Hello.” The cute boy spoke. “Hi.” I said shyly. Out of no where a big loud boom came in the room. “Incoming.” “It wasn’t washed or dry something cleaned! I had to wear last years Mark Jacobs!” The platinum blonde girl shouted. Her hair was up in a high pony and she was wearing tight light blue jeans and black and white striped short sleeved shirt with a Gucci bag. She was with light brown haired girl. “My daddy paid over 500 dollars for it to be perfect. Do you want to know how it turned out?” The light brown haired girl complained. She glanced at the cute boy. Then looked over at me and grinned. “Ma’am I’m sorry you didn’t like the re-“ The blonde girl rolled her eyes. “Re-do it.” Her voice was demanding. The girl frightened at the desk took the gold dress from the blonde girl’s hands. “Who is this for?” “Claire Miller. I’m only paying 80 dollars for this now.” She talked loudly. “Who is the other one for?” The girl (Angela is what it said on her name tag said) looked at the brown haired girl. “Emily Morrison. Don’t worry I’ll do my dry cleaning some where,” ‘Emily’ hesitated softly and then continued, “else. Claire I’ll be in the car.” She said walking out and probably in to Claire’s car. She nodded her head. “Drama queen took it down a notch.” The cute boy said. I giggled. “The blonde one is Claire Miller. The brown haired one is Emily Morrison. Like the chick said. They go to Madsen High.” He explained. “I go there. Well, I’m going their today. Well, this year, I mean I’m going-“ “I get it. I go there too.” He laughed. “I’m Zac.” He put his hand out. I shook it. “I’m Hayley.” Rheagan’s P.O.V I drove up the driveway to Patrick’s. My new Hyundai had no scratches which sort of bothered me and I had no idea why. Patrick came running out. In a durag, pants hanging down and you could see his Star Wars boxers. He had adidas shoes on too. My jaw dropped. “What the hell are you wearing?” I started to laugh. “Gangster stuff! Yo!” He spoke not like his usual Patrick self. “Dis da Hyundai u been talking bout’?” He continued. I kept laughing. “Patrick go back inside and change.” He gave me a sour look. “This is how I look. U gots to know if u my friend!” I opened the car door and got out pulling the durag off Patrick. “Oh no u didn’t yo!” He shouted. I looked at him demanding. “I need to be gangster. I’m a nerd in school if you haven’t noticed.” I giggled. “Patty, I’m your friend.” I smiled brightly and ran up to hug him. “Please change.” I grinned. He was looking down. “Ok… but whatever I choose to wear will you support it?” “No. Wear what Patrick Stump would wear.” He frowned running back in the house. Later he came out with his normal clothes. I smiled. “Can we go now?” I asked a bit mad. He nodded his head. “Let’s go.” When we got to the school people already started to form in their cliques. I quickly looked for Bella. Then I spotted her. “Patrick how about I meet you in Music?” He nodded his head as I ran to Bella. “Bella!” I spoke loudly. She smiled. “Hey! “What are your classes this year?” She asked. I answered, “Ok well my first period I have History, second period I have Trigonometry, third period Music which I’m with Patty, fourth Algebra and fifth English with Patty too.” “I have Trig too and I’ll be with you and Patty in English too.” She grinned widely. “Great!” I smiled. The bell rang. “See you in Trig?” I asked softly. “See yeah.” She replied. I quickly ran to my locker. I hung up my coat and closed it fast speed walking to History. I was late. The teacher was already there. “Nice of you to join us Ms. Bakery.” “Sorry.” I mumbled running to an empty seat. “Now as I was saying…” He paused looking at a boy with a little mustache. “JONATHON!” the teacher shot at him. “Stop shooting spit balls!” “Sorry!” He spoke loud. I giggled. “Ms. Rose!” “Sorry…” I mumbled again. Zac Farro’s P.O.V “What’s your first class?” I asked my voice a bit harsh. “Science.” Hayley responded. “Mines Music.” “Well, I’m excused from Science. My mom wanted me to pick up her dry cleaning.” I gave her a sour look. “Don’t you have a maid for that?” She laughed. “No, I moved from Wisconsin. Our last maid didn’t want to go to Newport. So now my mom has to find a new one. Until then I’ll be picking up her dry cleaning.” I chuckled. “Nice.” It was silent now. “What’s your next class?” I asked. “Algebra.” She answered. I smiled. “Mine too.” I said happily. “Do you want to go with me to Algebra?” “I would like to but I brought my car. How about I see you in Algebra?” I nodded my head trying to hide my frown. “See yeah in Algebra!” I called out and she was already up and leaving with her dry cleaning. She glanced at me before she let go of the door. I met her gaze. I tried to remember the exact glance how pretty she looked. She had multicolored hair. Red and bright orange. She was wearing a grey skull skirt and black and white striped tights with a navy blue tube top and black sweater with converse. When it was Algebra, Hayley was there. I had a feeling she wouldn’t be coming. I waved. Coming to sit behind her. “Hey.” I said tapping Hayley’s shoulder. She turned around. “Hi.” Mr. Montgomery walked in. “Hello, students. My name is Mr. Montgomery. I will be teaching you Algebra this year. Now I hope we all get along. I expect assignments and projects done on due date. That means I don’t want to hear any excuses!” He quickly spoke. “We have a new student at our school. Joining us from Wisconsin, Hayley Williams.” He looked over at Hayley. “Why don’t you stand up and give everybody a wave, Hayley?” She stood up quickly and did a little shy wave. I whispered to her, “Mr. Montgomery is probably the only teacher who will make you stand up and wave. The others are worse.” She giggled. “Ok I’m going to give you all a warm up sheet. This of course is to refresh your brains so it will be easy.” He handed out an addition/subtraction sheet. “When you are done the adding and subtracting sheet raise your hand and I will give you another sheet. We are only refreshing for one week. Probably less.” Once he handed it to me I quickly put my name in it and slipped it in my binder. It was of course easy questions. Like 78 + 99 and 808 – 347. Beth’s P.O.V I sat all the way in the back in English class. In the back in the first row was Jessica White; next to her and me were Blair Vaness, and then me, and then Claire Miller and then Emily Morrison. I shivered. Blair was filing down her nails. “Hi, class my name is Ms. Adams. I will be your English teacher for the next year. So I hope we can make the best out of it. I expect you guys to give me your best effort possible. Ok?” “Yes, Ms. Adams.” We all moaned. I looked over at Claire. “What?” Claire said rudely. I looked away. Blair chuckled. “Our school is over populated with emo kids.” I squinted my eyes. My stomach tightened. I hate school. I hate teenagers. I hate cliques. I hate my life, I kept telling myself. “We will be reading a book called,” Ms. Adams paused for a moment looking directly at me and then continuing, “Are you new?” She asked. I frowned. I’m so invisible. “No.” I went to this school since I was fourteen. I was in her class every year too. Ms. Adams continued ignoring my answer, “We will be reading, Hannibal Rising by Thomas Harris.” Claire put up her hand. “So do we like have to read it?” I laughed. “No duh.” I mumbled hoping she wouldn’t hear. Thank goodness she didn’t. Ms. Adams eyes builded up with anger. “Claire, how did you pass last years English?” She answered positively, “Paid some dork to do my homework.” “Claire Miller- whatever let’s just continue. I’m going to hand out the book and I want you guys to think about what the book might be about.” Ms. Adams turned toward Claire. “I would also like you guys to read, the back of the book,” She started walking toward her, “Claire that requires you to read!” She talked slowly. “We will read the prologue. I want you guys to read the first chapter. I might give you a pop quiz at any se[cond tomorrow.” She said handing out the book. She didn’t give us much time to think about it. I tried to focus my mind on English. It was hard because if you seen Blair or Claire in the corner of your eye eyeing you. Or signaling each other to push my books around or nudge me. Or perhaps keep calling me emo. “The door to Dr. Hannibal Lector’s memory palace is in the darkness at the center of his mind and it has a latch that can be found by touch alone. This curious portal opens an immense and well-lit spaces, early baroque, and corridors and chambers rivaling in number those of the Topkapi Museum.” I was distracted listening to the teacher for awhile until Blair nudged me. “You’re actually listening?” Blair giggled. “Nerd.” Claire laughed with Blair. “I don’t listen. I also don’t do my homework. Amy, well I think its Amy did my homework last year in English. She doesn’t sit in the back anymore. But you do.” I turned to look at her. Blair continued to laugh, “See what we do is we test you first see if you are actually good at English. You have to do four copies. One for Emm, Claire, Jess, and me.” I didn’t look at them. I tried to pretend I was looking at something out the window. “Got that?” Blair asked. She sounded like a burglar was threatening somebody. She did a good job. “Y-Y-Yes,” I stuttered. I had nothing else to say. “Good.” Alice’s P.O.V When third period was over I met up with Isabella, Rheagan, Patrick, Zac, and Jeremy for lunch. They all looked happy. Isabella looked irritated picking at the pizza. Rheagan just kept giggling randomly. Patrick was quiet. Zac was looking over at the new girl sitting alone at the lunch table beside us, and Jeremy well I don’t what he was doing. Everybody did this every day in the Cafeteria. Well, except for Zac. “Zac what are you starring at?” I asked to get conversation going. I already knew he was starring at the new girl. “Nothing…” Zac said still starring at her. “You’re looking at the new girl. You should invite her to eat with us.” I suggested. “Maybe…” “Ok?” I didn’t think Zac would so I got up and went to her table. I tapped on her shoulder. “Want to come eat with my friends, and me?” “S-sure,” she stuttered shyly. We slowly walked back to my table. She sat beside me at the end. On the other side were Isabella, Rheagan, and Patrick. I was sitting with Hayley and Jeremy. Zac pulled in a chair on the end by Hayley. “My name is Alice,” I introduced myself. “I’m Hayley…” I shook her hand. I introduced her to everybody, “and this is Jeremy, Patrick, Rheagan, Bella, and Zac.” I pointed out everybody. Zac blushed I wanted to chuckle. “We already met.” “Yeah, we did.” She admitted. “Hi Hayley,” Bella moaned. “Bella what’s wrong?” I asked. “They fricken’ have meat on the pizza again. I starve myself everyday because there is meat in everything at this school!” I chuckled. “Why don’t you just bring a lunch?” I suggested. “Eww.” Zac and Jeremy laughed. “Hi Hayley,” Jeremy smiled, “where are you from?” “I transferred from Wisconsin. I’m from Seattle though.” She answered. “Where in Wisconsin?” “Madison, Wisconsin.” He smiled. “That’s where I’m from.” “Cool.” She replied quickly. “So why did you move to Newport?” Rheagan asked. Patrick, and Zac were quietly watching Hayley, well the rest of us listened. “Mom doesn’t like it in Madison anymore.” “Hey, Hayley can I call you Hayles?” I asked gently. She nodded her head. “Sure.” “What are all your classes for the rest of the day?” Zac asked Hayles. She responded with a perfect firm voice, “Gym and Art.” “Really?!?” He panicked in happiness. He so liked her. “I have P.E too! And Art,” he smiled widely, “we all have art.” “Yeah, how about you walk with Zac to Gym and meet us in Art?” I suggested smiling at Zac. “Uh…” “Great!” Zac blurted out. “Well, lunch period is almost over. You should get to your lockers and bolt to Mr. Abider and Mrs. Malden’s class. You do not want to be late trust me.” Jeremy said knowingly. He knew now that Zac totally liked Hayles. They left. I giggled. “Ahh… Zac, Zac, Zac.” Katelyn’s P.O.V People stared and laughed. I wanted to cry but I wasn’t going to let them control me. I saw Claire Miller glance at me. She giggled. “You know I’m not thirsty… do you want some?” She asked. I didn’t reply. She got up out of her chair and went over and poked me. “I take that as a yes.” Then she poured the grape juice over me. I couldn’t take it anymore I left my table running toward the washrooms. My new H.I.M tee-shirt was ruined. I didn’t cry of course. I’m not that big of a baby. I wiped it off the best I could. The grape stain wasn’t going to come out.
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