>>wayward renegade && [open]

[olivia janiesse dymier]

The air was black, playing a most foul melody with swirled lights of mixed greens, oranges, purples, pinks, blues and reds as well as shades of black, white and grey. It was a pretty sight to look at, and while it may have sounded psychedelic, it was easy on the eyes, as well as soothing and relaxing. What a rare and mesmerizing sight to see, and what a pity it was to know that deep inside of a heart that had finally found love, as well as true happiness amongst the midst of a metaphorical storm that had clouded the majority of her existence, Olivia would never truly be able to describe the masterpieces she saw within her distracted memories.

Opening her eyes she was released from her magical world into a light beige painted room resembling something built out of bricks. Surrounding her was a bunch of knockoff wood, molded int the form of desks which held a most uncomfortable chair close to it as if it were peanut butter and jelly. In the front of this room, was a large green board, and while it was unclear to her as to what this board was made of, it was clear the border surrounding it, was metal, holding several pieces of broken, and worn out chalk on the ledge that projected out of the bottom of the metal border. The metal was wilted, and faded. It had probably been shinier when first placed around this green board.

Behind Olivia, were several posters and papers posted with thumbtacks to a cork screw board hanging comfortably on the beige wall. These posters were simply devices to encourage students to do their best, as well as helpful hints and tips as to how to do academically well in the subject of English, a subject that had always been a favorite of Olivia's, more now so then before.

They called it a classroom, but it was better known amongst students as a prison.

Taking a deep breath, Olivia looked down at the overly sized, yet colorful designer bag placed neatly by the side of the desk she was sitting at, or in, and reaching inside of the bag, she pulled out a fresh, new. perfectly conditioned white notebook with multicolored polka dots in colors of purple, green and blue. It was pretty, and she'd decided when she bought it, that it would be used for this subject.

Opening the book to a new page, she smiled to herself, and before she began to write in it, she found herself digging through her bag once more, pulling out a small bottle of body spray from bath and body works with a scent of black raspberries, and vanilla, and lightly spritzed the first page of her notebook with it. It was an odd habit, however, she adored the scent and the smell of new notebook only caused her to wrinkle up her nose.

Olivia placed the body spray back into her bag, pulling out a new pen to match all of her other new school accessories, and put it's black ink to work, writing her name, in a bubbly script format, on the top left corner of the page, and on the line under that, she wrote the date spelled out, she refused to use numbers and slashes. It was only just another one of her quirks.

The classroom had died over the summer, and while it was quite unusual for Olivia to be early or on time, for that matter, to class, there was a new song playing throughout the air, and for the strangest reason, Olivia wanted to watch the classroom buzz to life with students holding a grudge against summer's end, dragging their feet behind them unwillingly as they chose the furthest desk from the teacher. Olivia had already grabbed the desk in the last row, right in the back where she could easily flirt with her eyes without raising suspicions of her new found secret, causing her new interest in life to squirm under his skin while trying to keep his cool for the sake of both of them.

Brrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnng

The bell played throughout the halls both loudly, as well as obnoxiously indicating a five minute warning for all students and teachers to get to their first period classes, it also struck excitement in Olivia to see who her new english classmates would be for the year. Perking up, she made sure her hair was in place, and her outfit was in tact, after all, perfection was everything on the first day of school.

[thalia imprescia]

The seasons; three of which were spent within the confines of an adolescent’s containment center known to the rest of the civilized world as school and the other spent in frivolous bouts of revelry and foolhardy recreations. Summer. It was a time when teenagers shrugged off their book bags, forgot the useless information they had retained over the school year, and did whatever they wanted twenty-four, seven—within reason of course. For the teenagers in Miami the classroom once again beckoned and they grudgingly heeded the call, picking up their freshly purchased supplies and teetering down the cold, metallic hallways to their string of classes. It was a teenager’s worse nightmare and yet they returned on that first day already counting down the days to the next summer vacation some ten months down the line.

One well-shaped calve swung out from inside a silver Audi Cabriolet, a pair of heels meeting with the newly paved student parking lot. A petit senior was soon to follow, her hair left down about her shoulders in a naturally wind-tossed fashion. She wore the same melancholic expression as her peers, suffering a bout of summer time blues as the first day of class loomed ominously in the future as the brick structure just ahead of her. An end to endless days baking on Miami Beach with not a care in the world, to shopping from the time the mall opened until the janitorial staff was giving her dirty looks, to countless hours on the couch curled up in the arms of her boyfriend. And why? It was all for the sake of learning and graduating in the end.

Thalia swung her black messenger bag, laden with the new notebooks, colorful mechanical pencils and pens, and looked over the freshly manicured lawn at the concrete stairs lined with those trying to hold out for the inevitable truth that in a few short minutes first period would begin. A sigh absconded her rouged lips as Thalia took those first few steps in the direction of Burlington High School.

As always everyone was gossiping with their friends and dressed to turn heads; first impressions were important especially to those seeking to attain status on the level with the crew. Thalia never understood why anyone would want to be included with the rich, sleazy, and bitchy girls in that group and smirked devilishly at the freshman who had set their sights on it already. She wanted nothing to do with Rosalie and her lap dogs but she was not senseless enough to come into school in sweats and some oversized tee-shirt; plus she had Tristan to look good for. No, she came to school in a tangerine orange halter top and dark denim mini-skirt, wanting to begin her senior year on a high note.

Her foot had hardly touched the cool tile when the warning bell sounded. Thalia groaned inwardly but continued along the crowded hallway to her first class of the day, English with Mr. Stabler. It was promised to be a thrilling year with the young teacher making the female portion of the student body swoon, undoubtedly there would be a great deal of that within his classroom. When she arrived at the door however, only a few people had settled into the faux wood desks, all except one having a grim expression on her face.

Smirking to herself, Thalia seemed to prance down one of the aisles of desks before slipping into one next to her best friend, Olivia. She should have known that the English buff would be placed in an advanced class, “You’re a bit early, Liv,” Thalia pointed out, her mahogany-colored eyes roaming to the half-dozen other students walking around the classroom, snickering over the words of wisdom printed on the large, colorful posters. But those same eyes gleamed with recognition at the lingering scent of black raspberry and vanilla body spray wafting into her nose, “And you’ve already gotten all settled too. Did you camp out in the classroom or something?”

She chuckled as she eased her bag over her head and rested it on the slightly uneven table top of her desk and pulled out one of her Fivestar spiral notebooks in lime green, a matching highlighter sticking out on the side. She watched with childlike amusement as more people filtered into the classroom dragging themselves tiredly to the nearest available empty seat, “Don’t you just love the smell of new supplies in the morning?” Thalia joked, “God, how I could do with a nice caramel latte right about now.”

[elliot priestly stabler]

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The day that every in Miami was fearing had finally made it's self visible. Summer was over, and the brick build that people called school was calling everyone's name. Adults, and students of all ages had been dreading the day that the school year would soon begin since, school had ended last year. It was going to take time to adapt to waking up early in the morning, specially for the people who stayed out late and partied the whole time instead of trying to remain somewhat serious.

Not even the teachers were looking forward to this dreadful year at school. But, they had to do it to get paid money to live off of which, is the main reason people did it now days. Waking up at the break of dawn was not a big deal for Elliot Stabler, since he always was a morning person compared to the rest of his family members. He tended to always be up as the sun raised across the scorching plains of Miami no matter what day it was. It was on a very rare occasion that he wasn't up watching the sun rise among the horizon.

The essence of the morning filled his nostrils as he slowly moved his restless body out to his what he called a car. Others called it a scrap bucket that could barely make it down the road. Elliot drove slowly, watching the passing lights of Miami turn off as it was soon going to spring to life in an hour or so. Elliot watched the colors of dawn fill the sky, and not let the mystic of the night in view. He finally reached his destination a place students liked to call a prison, while others called it a place to waste life. Elliot reached for the handle, and let the door open letting the air fly into his car, and hit his face.

Elliot tended to wear, what he called present able cloths. He didn't want to fit in the most teachers, but alot were older and wanted to get down with the year. Elliot was wearing a faded dark green shirt the hid the structure of his muscular body away from the female population. Elliot slowly walked down the cement to the marble stair case that would imprison him with thousands of juveniles that didn't want to be there. There were very few, that were eager to be there, among that few at been one who made Elliot smile every time he heard her name or thought of her.

Elliot made his way up the staircase that was made out of wood, that had been painted with various colors to make it look better than it actually was. The school was quiet old, and it barely had enough money to make everything look new to impress the parents of the kids. The level that Elliot had reached was known for having the most fight, because egos would clash among both male and female students. His room seemed to considered the middle of it all because most of the fights last year started right outside his class room .

Elliot moved slowly down the newly waxed hallway to the teachers lounge at the end of the hall. The teacher's lounge was considered a sanctuary to all the adults, and to the kids it was the place were they wanted to break into and see what it was about. Meaningless dares caused a few of the students to get kicked out for entering a place where they were not allowed. Elliot turned the metal handle and was stunned by the strong scent of coffee already brewing in the corner were he spent most of his time before school. He noticed a few others were there before them, and he gave them a slight nod, and moved to his chair. He pulled out his roster for first period and glanced down as to who this year he had.

He noticed the one name that made him smile every time he saw it. He was quiet pleased that she was actually in his homeroom, and he had someone that might actually pass his class instead of just zone off in space like most did in his class. He heard the bell ring, it was a mere warning that everyone took including teachers. Elliot moved out of the lounge and into the hall that was swarming with students and teachers.

Elliot finally reached his destination and smelt the fragrance that were familiar to him. Vanilla and raspberries, caused him to plaster a slight smirk on his face because he know knew it was true. The one girl who he has had a forbidden relationship was in his class, and it was going to be hard to not make it noticeable that the two were in love. Elliot walked in and went to the metal desk that seemed to be crocked to the naked eye. He set his papers on the desk and looked around the class room. He noticed not alot of students had entered yet, and only two seemed to be deep into a conversation. He moved softly and quietly back, and looked at both. "I hope you two don't think this is a class you can talking and expect to pass."

[kaytlin reese]

The first day of school, most young kids loved it, and most teenagers hated it. Now, that wasen't fully true when it came to this one. Kaytlin liked school, and what came with it, friends, boys, and just a little bit of drama, but what she didn't like was the early mornings, and the late nights due to huge assignments. This was evident by the fact that it was six thirty and she was still asleep. At her fathers call, Kaytlin eventualy rose, and began to scury around the room. After finding what she would wear, she ran into the bathroom to get ready. As the clock stuck eight, a picture perfect Kaytlin went running down the stairs into the kitchen, where she grabbed a fresh blueberry muffin, said her goodbuys and headed in the direction of the front door.

Kaytlin pulled up at school in her 1968 mercury comet with about ten minutes until the start of class. Finding a parking spot at this time was horriable, with most students having been arrived already for the first day. As she found a spot, she grabbed her both her school messenger bag, and her coach bag, and slammed the door to the car. At almost a full sprint, Kaytlin hurried her way into the school. As everyone knew, running in school was, well, frowned upon, but Kaytlin didn't care at the minute, she didn't need to start of a new year like this. As she was at her locker, throwing in un-needed books, Kaytlin pulled up on her tight, dark jeans. Grabbing one binder, a pencil case, and her purse, she closed her locker and headed off to class.

As she hurried, she flashed a smiled to those she knew along the way, and while looking for Anthony, who seemed out of sight - he was most likley in class already. As girls walked next to her with their heels clicking, Kaytlin gave a quick flash down at her feet. A pair of black flats. Kaytlin very much disliked wearing heels, not only because they hurt, but because she was already tall enough.

BBBBBBBRRRRIIIINNNNNGGGGGG!!!

"Shit" She muttered, late already. What a start to the year, exactly what she didn't want. As she contuined walking, she finally saw the class of Mr.Stabler's English class, one class that Kaytlin didn't mind at all. As she walked in, with a much slower pace, she flashed a big smile, and headed straight towards the desk next to Olivia Dymier. As she placed her books down, Kaytlin looked up at Mr.Stabler and spoke softly, "Sorry I'm late."