This is kind of off-topic, but what's wrong with the nickname "Jess"? I have a friend who likes to be called that, and she's awesome!

-Jessica-

Oh lovely. Soul-sucking Kligon, authors, fan-girls, oh and what have we here? Harry Potter? Ew, pass. And you? Oh yeah, Emma Zong.

Also Harry Potter.

No.

~

The bells rings, and it is like the sound of angels singing. I hate sitting still this long. I make a beeline to the door. Sheesh. Am I glad to get out of here. In my head, my days fills up with plans of doing things, writing, bicycling, maybe draw a thing or to, and oh--

“Hey Jessica. Can l call you Jess?”

Heck no.

“No.” l scowl at her, narrowing my eyes.

“Jess, l'm going to show you around. Come.”

Er, no. l'm not a dog.

She somewhat forcibly grabs me by the arm, more or less starting to drag me in the other direction, against the flow of other people eager to get out of here.

Ack, why am l here? Ack ack ack. What the heck. This is awkward. I want to be out of here. Awkward, awkward, awkward. This girl is annoying. Nice, kind of, but mostly really annoying. Can't she go find someone else to bother? I mean really. I hope she doesn't try to make small talk, even more awkward. But she doesn't say anything else, there's only the sound of feet. Still awkward. I should probably try to make conversation.

“Does this school have a....swimming pool?” Awkward, eek.

She turns, a slightly amused expression on her face. “Of course not. I mean, we've got a gym, but that's it.”

“Oh, well, 'cause l though, 'cause well, y'know I do competitive swimming. I'm pretty good at it, as well.”

“Hrm.”

There goes for starting a conversation.

The school has emptied out very quickly, but Emma does not seem concerned about the lack of people. It's so quiet now, so different. I feel the need to speak in a hushed tone.

Emma tosses her backpack onto one of the chair with a loud thud. This is a the cafeteria. I already knew that.

“Why do I need shown around? I'm pretty sure that I know this place already.”

“Oh yeah. Only been here for a day and you think that you know everything. There's something a bit different here. Something that you wouldn't suspect.”

“Really?” I try my best to look skeptical “This is a middle school, for crying out loud. What is this that you speak of?”    

Cyclone says digg. Dig for answers?                                                                                                                          

Elena~

Slowly, I stalk down the school's deserted hallways -- I'm late. I sigh and think of my book sitting in my backpack. I'd rather be in that world than this one. Another new school, another restart. I hate it. I turn the corner and dump my stuff into my locker. Checking my schedule, I walked through the twisted maze of hallways covered in cheesy "Welcome Back to School!" posters and announcments until I reach the classroom. I slip in, unnoticed, just as everyone's finishing up introductions, which is a relief because I hate introducing myself. I try to pay attention to what the teacher is saying, but I quickly drift off into my own thoughts. It's just the same, boring, beginning of school speech - classes, expectations, and rules. Songs from Hamilton start playing in my head, and with a jolt I realize that it's time for the next class. I glare at all the students in the hall, chattering away like they've been friends their entire life, which they probably have been, like they haven't been ripped away from their friends every couple of years and sent to a new school, which they probably haven't. It doesn't' seem like any of them could be my friend. But then again, that's what I think every time, isn't it?~

~By the way I think I will be changing my CB name to the Riddler. Don't know why, it just sounds better~ 

Emily-

Pant, pant, pant. I sprint down the hall, zooming as fast as I can go. Which is not very fast, seeing as I'm about the least athletic person in the whole wide world. Pant pant. I can't believe it. It's the first day of school, and I'm late to class. And I hate being late. Tears turn up in my eyes as I bump into a girl, looking very upset over something in the hallway. I hardly notice her, and surge on.

As I open the classroom door, apologising feebly for beeing late, people stare awkwardly at me. I know what their glances say, "Wierdo." I've been getting them all my life. I tooss my head though, and slide into my seat, hoping to slip by unnoticed. No such luck.

"What's your name, darling?" the teacher asks. "Why  don't you introduce yourself?"

"Uh, hi, I'm Em-Emily..." I stammer, feeling suddenly shy at standing up before so many people.

"Em-Emily!" somebody taunts back. My cheeks burn a dark crimson as I keep going with my introduction.

"I, uh, love to read and write, especialy classics. Jane Austen is amazing! Uh, yeah..." I trail off, falling into my seat. Why am I always so awkward and sheepish and shy. Why can't I be like some others? I look around me, hesitantly. A pretty girl with dark hair and almond eyes glances at me, a trifle defiently. She looks brave. I wish I could be like her. I also wish that after all these years here, I could finaly make a friend. But of course, I'll remain Emily Alone. As always.

The bell rings, and I slip out of the classroom. Cheery chatter fills the air, and I only see one other person walking alone. She looks like the girl I passed in the hallway. Unconciously, I drift over to her. She glances at me questioningly, and I smile, a slow, hesitant sort of smile. 

Sorry I haven't posted on this in forever. Well, better late then never, right?

Miri~

I twist in my seat to see someone walk in. It's a new girl. She looks nice...

But we'll our teacher is introducing her, I could read. I sneak a look in my backpack, where my book, The Titan's Curse, is laying. It's for during lunch, but if only... 

You've read it before. I tell myself. Besides, you can't make a bad impression.

I grab the book stealthily out of the backpack and open it in my lap. I start to read, and the teacher's words

Whoops gtg will finish later. 

(This is ClassyNat; I recently changed my name to Lavender.) Sorry I didn't post sooner!

Kate~

Oh my gosh. Shut up. My life's motto. If I had a dollar for every time I whispered that to myself, I'd be rich.

I'm in class with Mr. Albright, one of my least favorite teachers. He's just so clueless! I often find myself internally screaming in frustration around him.

I've learned to tune out the drama. It's actually pretty easy for me, all I have to do is start thinking about some story I'm writing, or a project I want to do, or- okay, you get it. An idea for a story comes to mind, so I jot it down. Soon, I've created three characters and the basic outline. I'm so lost in my writing that I don't hear the teacher introduce the new girl.

I hear the words hobbies and sucking the souls of my enemies. What? What? Did I miss something? I look up, scanning the room for whoever said it. Oh. Arabella Carter. Wow. I think. I can relate. 

Usually I'm not this grumpy. Usually, people don't annoy me this much. I slouch in my seat, drawing tiny bones and flowers on a worksheet that I didn't finish. I could've finished it, I'm smart enough. It's even a worksheet on Greek mythology. Pfft, who do they think I am? I am the biggest Percy Jackson fangirl in the entire town! I'm just too busy working on my own things. If I'm going to art school, grades won't matter as much. 

"Katie?" Mr. Albright says. Okay, I take back what I thought about Emma. Names do matter. I hate, hate, hate, the nickname Katie. My name is Kate. Check my birth certificate. 

Great. I have to talk. "I'm Kate," I say, emphasizing the Kate and glaring at Mr. Albright. "Not Katie. I like art, I guess. And writing. And baseball. And reading. I'm actually the daughter of Hades, if you're wondering. And I hate people. So... nice to meet you." I say, absolutely done with this class. Can we go already?

Finally, the bell rings. I'm the first one out of the classroom. Hmm, what's next? I don't even care. Behind me, I hear that Emma girl talking to the new kid. I smile, because I've decided that I like her. She seems pretty cool. Not that I want to be friends or anything. I'm fine by myself.

With my head up and my old secondhand heapdphones over my ears, I saunter off to class.