Post by Chase Maxwell on Mar 17, 2007 12:28:26 GMT 11
OOC:I"M OBSESSED WITH BILLY TALENT. The title is form their song fairytale. Love it so dman crazy. My interaction words are lines from Fallen leaves, Red flag & Obsession i think or undecided...either one.
BIC:
School. It was hated by everyone, but, for some reason, here, Chase actually felt happy about going here. It had seemed like centuries since he had last felt so right about a place, since he did move around a bit while his mother had tried to track down her old boyfriend, ie, his father. Maybe it was the fact he knew he wasn't goign to move again, maybe the fact he was going into a co-ed shcool for once, instead of those stupid private boarding schools where the closest female he could get to was a teacher. Maybe it was the fact that he was finally home after all this time. Maybe it was. Yes, everyone's first day was usually a nightmare, partly because they always feared the worst, judgment straight away, which could ruin their social status for life, but not Chase. There was something about this boy, his social prefference was non of his concern, yet he still seemed to be quite semi-popular.
Yes, he was nervous, as every new kid would be, but it wasn't because of accepteance, it was more because of someone. Taylah Briane. His only true friend, But he hadn't talked to her since before he moved. They did sort of run in different crowds, so it was understandable. Here It Goes He thought to himself, as Chase began to wlak into the school grounds. Nice and Early, just like him to be. The school yards where crowded, but it seemed like a good opportunity to start his school year at oakhill High. An excited gush went through him. Or it may of been a nervous breakdown. No, exctited gush, none the less. Loosening the grap around the strap of his shoulder-around black carry bag, Chase cracked a smile, his dakr hair genlty falling over the sides of his forehead, his eyes gently shone in the morning sun. He had gone for a usual look today, naturally made dirty jeans and a paster over-shirt hanging loosley around his pale shirt. Walking over to a grassy area, a shaded tree became his preffered liking. He was smart not to sit at the mean entrance steps. As soon as the bell rang, you woudl be crushed by a stampede of students. Resting against the tree, he leant back, casually admiring the beatuiful school. It felt good to be home.[/size][/color]
OOC:BLEH sorry.
BIC:
School. It was hated by everyone, but, for some reason, here, Chase actually felt happy about going here. It had seemed like centuries since he had last felt so right about a place, since he did move around a bit while his mother had tried to track down her old boyfriend, ie, his father. Maybe it was the fact he knew he wasn't goign to move again, maybe the fact he was going into a co-ed shcool for once, instead of those stupid private boarding schools where the closest female he could get to was a teacher. Maybe it was the fact that he was finally home after all this time. Maybe it was. Yes, everyone's first day was usually a nightmare, partly because they always feared the worst, judgment straight away, which could ruin their social status for life, but not Chase. There was something about this boy, his social prefference was non of his concern, yet he still seemed to be quite semi-popular.
Yes, he was nervous, as every new kid would be, but it wasn't because of accepteance, it was more because of someone. Taylah Briane. His only true friend, But he hadn't talked to her since before he moved. They did sort of run in different crowds, so it was understandable. Here It Goes He thought to himself, as Chase began to wlak into the school grounds. Nice and Early, just like him to be. The school yards where crowded, but it seemed like a good opportunity to start his school year at oakhill High. An excited gush went through him. Or it may of been a nervous breakdown. No, exctited gush, none the less. Loosening the grap around the strap of his shoulder-around black carry bag, Chase cracked a smile, his dakr hair genlty falling over the sides of his forehead, his eyes gently shone in the morning sun. He had gone for a usual look today, naturally made dirty jeans and a paster over-shirt hanging loosley around his pale shirt. Walking over to a grassy area, a shaded tree became his preffered liking. He was smart not to sit at the mean entrance steps. As soon as the bell rang, you woudl be crushed by a stampede of students. Resting against the tree, he leant back, casually admiring the beatuiful school. It felt good to be home.
OOC:BLEH sorry.
