Courtney's POV: I HATE freshman year! It SUCKS! All the guys always staring at your ass, asking for your number and checking te out from head to foot, it's disgusting.
I'm super uptight, so I know for a fact I won't allow myself to get into any sexual mishaps. I've never had my first baciare o a boyfriend in my life, and that's how I intend on it being until I finish college.
Boys can go screw themselves, my education is waaaaaaay più important to me.
"Courtney Anabelle Smith!!" My mom called from downstairs.
"Yes, mother?" I detto back, rolling my eyes with a "here we go AGAIN" attitude.
"Bus is here! Do te want me to drive te so te can stand out?!"
I widened my eyes in fear, dashed to fionda my bag over my shoulder, and I sprinted down the stairs.
I didn't hesitate to grab a few dollars for lunch on my way out, and I ran toward the long yellow bus, sitting patiently outside my house. As soon as I stepped on, my entire ego changed.
Teens screamed and argued like deranged animals. A few were pushing and shoving each other in the back, starting a fight. A few guys and girls were sitting together, making out. Ugh, I made a face at that.
Ew, making out. Such a revolting activity. I've never involved myself in any form of lip contact whatsoever, because it is just downright vile and intolerant and repulsive.
I blinked twice, getting out of my daze, and stepped into the aisle, found a two-seater, placed my bag near the window, and sat down as the bus pulled away.
I shifted my bag down onto the floor and leaned my head against the window as the roaring teens grew louder and louder. I wanted to scream for them to stop and shut up, but I also didn't want to get into a scrap, so I kept quiet.
After about ten minutes, the bus pulled into a bus lot, the doors swung open, and i grabbed my bag and headed into the enourmous four-story high school.
Duncan's POV: Man, high school is a bitch! Girls always checking te out and asking for baciare o dates and touching you, it's so weird. Like, I know I'm a womanizer and all, and I Amore the feeling of baciare a girl, but seriously, a lot of these girls are horny pervs, like their preferito activity is watching porn.
I walked to my assigned homeroom, and as soon as I entered, I laughed. I thought there was no way this was serious. The room was full of gays! About ten guys were walking back and forth like fru-frus, girls busy checking out the guys' asses, and a lot of people were in the back of the room having lip sex.
Yes, making out is one of the many things I love, but when people just get whore-y with it, it's so disgusting.
I wasn't even in the room for a mere five minutes, when the first period campana, bell rang.
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Courtney's POV: After first period, I had gym, so I followed my schedule and found the girls' locker room. I walked into the locker room with a pair of white sneakers, a white tight tee shirt, and blue shorts.
I made a face and groaned at the outfit my mom picked out for me. What, does she WANT me to lose my virginity? I swore on never touching a guy even the slightest until after college.
I sighed and found a locker, shoving my bag into it, and unstrapping my wedges.
Girls poured into the locker room, but one came up to me, which shocked me.
"Hey," she smiled, dimples forming in her cheeks. She had pale skin, the color of Irish cream, hazel eyes, and long pale blonde hair in a side-ponytail that hung over her cleavage.
"Hey," I smiled back and finished getting changed.
"I'm Bridgette." She said.
"I'm Courtney."
"Oh, don't we have like, four classes together?"
"Uh, five, I think."
WE both giggled and once she finished changing, we walked out of the locker room, a woman blowing her whistle immediately after we entered the gymnasium. Bridge and I ran to a black tape line as everyone else was.
"Ok, I am Mrs. Peters, the ninth grade gym teacher." She had long black hair and tanned skin. "Now, I need the guys to line up on the black line" which no guys moved "and the girls to line up on the red line." She blew her whistle again, and I darted to a spot on the red tape line oppositely facing the black.
Bridgette was one person away from me, which I was dreading a bit because I wanted her standing with me, but oh well.
Mrs. Peters went down the girl line saying "1, 2, 1, 2" to each of them and so on. Finally, she gave me a "1" and Bridgette a "1", and I realized we were on the same team.
We hugged each othe rand sqealed a bit as we joined the other red teammates.
"Hey, do te have a boyfriend?" I asked her for some weird reason.
"Uh, yea, I'm dating Geoffrey Stevens."
"Oh."
"Do te have one?"
"No. Never have."
Bridgette gasped.
"What?"
"I know the PERFECT guy for you!" She gushed.
"Huh?"
She turned me a bit and pointed - to a black-and-green-haired teen walking towards the red team. He had black hair and a green mohawk, piercings, and dazzling baby blue eyes. Hehehe....wait....DAZZLING?!
Ugh, STOP IT, Courtney! Stop thinking about those hypnotizing eyes!
"Uh...no." I detto emotionless. Yet, the teen standed successivo to me and whispered in my ear, "Feeling sheepish, Princess?"
I'm super uptight, so I know for a fact I won't allow myself to get into any sexual mishaps. I've never had my first baciare o a boyfriend in my life, and that's how I intend on it being until I finish college.
Boys can go screw themselves, my education is waaaaaaay più important to me.
"Courtney Anabelle Smith!!" My mom called from downstairs.
"Yes, mother?" I detto back, rolling my eyes with a "here we go AGAIN" attitude.
"Bus is here! Do te want me to drive te so te can stand out?!"
I widened my eyes in fear, dashed to fionda my bag over my shoulder, and I sprinted down the stairs.
I didn't hesitate to grab a few dollars for lunch on my way out, and I ran toward the long yellow bus, sitting patiently outside my house. As soon as I stepped on, my entire ego changed.
Teens screamed and argued like deranged animals. A few were pushing and shoving each other in the back, starting a fight. A few guys and girls were sitting together, making out. Ugh, I made a face at that.
Ew, making out. Such a revolting activity. I've never involved myself in any form of lip contact whatsoever, because it is just downright vile and intolerant and repulsive.
I blinked twice, getting out of my daze, and stepped into the aisle, found a two-seater, placed my bag near the window, and sat down as the bus pulled away.
I shifted my bag down onto the floor and leaned my head against the window as the roaring teens grew louder and louder. I wanted to scream for them to stop and shut up, but I also didn't want to get into a scrap, so I kept quiet.
After about ten minutes, the bus pulled into a bus lot, the doors swung open, and i grabbed my bag and headed into the enourmous four-story high school.
Duncan's POV: Man, high school is a bitch! Girls always checking te out and asking for baciare o dates and touching you, it's so weird. Like, I know I'm a womanizer and all, and I Amore the feeling of baciare a girl, but seriously, a lot of these girls are horny pervs, like their preferito activity is watching porn.
I walked to my assigned homeroom, and as soon as I entered, I laughed. I thought there was no way this was serious. The room was full of gays! About ten guys were walking back and forth like fru-frus, girls busy checking out the guys' asses, and a lot of people were in the back of the room having lip sex.
Yes, making out is one of the many things I love, but when people just get whore-y with it, it's so disgusting.
I wasn't even in the room for a mere five minutes, when the first period campana, bell rang.
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Courtney's POV: After first period, I had gym, so I followed my schedule and found the girls' locker room. I walked into the locker room with a pair of white sneakers, a white tight tee shirt, and blue shorts.
I made a face and groaned at the outfit my mom picked out for me. What, does she WANT me to lose my virginity? I swore on never touching a guy even the slightest until after college.
I sighed and found a locker, shoving my bag into it, and unstrapping my wedges.
Girls poured into the locker room, but one came up to me, which shocked me.
"Hey," she smiled, dimples forming in her cheeks. She had pale skin, the color of Irish cream, hazel eyes, and long pale blonde hair in a side-ponytail that hung over her cleavage.
"Hey," I smiled back and finished getting changed.
"I'm Bridgette." She said.
"I'm Courtney."
"Oh, don't we have like, four classes together?"
"Uh, five, I think."
WE both giggled and once she finished changing, we walked out of the locker room, a woman blowing her whistle immediately after we entered the gymnasium. Bridge and I ran to a black tape line as everyone else was.
"Ok, I am Mrs. Peters, the ninth grade gym teacher." She had long black hair and tanned skin. "Now, I need the guys to line up on the black line" which no guys moved "and the girls to line up on the red line." She blew her whistle again, and I darted to a spot on the red tape line oppositely facing the black.
Bridgette was one person away from me, which I was dreading a bit because I wanted her standing with me, but oh well.
Mrs. Peters went down the girl line saying "1, 2, 1, 2" to each of them and so on. Finally, she gave me a "1" and Bridgette a "1", and I realized we were on the same team.
We hugged each othe rand sqealed a bit as we joined the other red teammates.
"Hey, do te have a boyfriend?" I asked her for some weird reason.
"Uh, yea, I'm dating Geoffrey Stevens."
"Oh."
"Do te have one?"
"No. Never have."
Bridgette gasped.
"What?"
"I know the PERFECT guy for you!" She gushed.
"Huh?"
She turned me a bit and pointed - to a black-and-green-haired teen walking towards the red team. He had black hair and a green mohawk, piercings, and dazzling baby blue eyes. Hehehe....wait....DAZZLING?!
Ugh, STOP IT, Courtney! Stop thinking about those hypnotizing eyes!
"Uh...no." I detto emotionless. Yet, the teen standed successivo to me and whispered in my ear, "Feeling sheepish, Princess?"
So,so what,I'm still a rockstar,I got my rock moves,and I don't need te played the music.As Heather flicked her leg up,the door opened.Heather squinted to make out who that person was.The girl's brown hair blown and she had a gray and white striped shirt.She also had oliva green stretchie pants and tanned skin.Heather walked up to her "Hi!I'm Heather"."Whatever"replied the other girl.Heather's face went straight.The tanned girl put her bag on the bench and turned off the music."This is my turn now,so beat it!"the tanned girl replied."If I don't??"Heather detto with a harsh tone in her voice."Well" she began."I will have my lawyers sue you!!" .Heather stared at her with a icy glare "You can't sue me!!I was here first"She detto standing up for herself.The other girl,Courtney sighed.She couldn't get Heather to break."Whatever"implied Courtney ."Its a dump anyways"she finished.Courtney walked out with attitude.Heather knew this girl was trouble, lots of trouble
Name: Dustin LeDeimon
Age: 16
Birthdate: September 8th
Siblings: Twin sister Lilly, o L3ll4y. Lilly is older.
Nationaliy: Mom is Spanish, Dad is American
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Crush: Duncan
Style: Emo
Looks: Black hair with blonde bang over left eye, blue eyes, eyeliner (XD), emo clothing (?),so fucking pale
Friends: Trent, Lindsay
Enemies: Pretty much everyone else...
Interests: Poem writing, taking pics of himself with a camera, cutting self (XD), fasion designing, Duncan
Why on TDI?: Dustin wants to have some fun!
Personality: Hyper, upbeat...yeah that sumurizes it.
Am I like Dustin at all: No. I'm not an emo whiny bitch.
Stereotype: The gay upbeat emo whiny bitch
Quote: "OMG DUNCAN'S MINE NOT YOURS HE'S MINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
So that's Dustin for ya.
Age: 16
Birthdate: September 8th
Siblings: Twin sister Lilly, o L3ll4y. Lilly is older.
Nationaliy: Mom is Spanish, Dad is American
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Crush: Duncan
Style: Emo
Looks: Black hair with blonde bang over left eye, blue eyes, eyeliner (XD), emo clothing (?),so fucking pale
Friends: Trent, Lindsay
Enemies: Pretty much everyone else...
Interests: Poem writing, taking pics of himself with a camera, cutting self (XD), fasion designing, Duncan
Why on TDI?: Dustin wants to have some fun!
Personality: Hyper, upbeat...yeah that sumurizes it.
Am I like Dustin at all: No. I'm not an emo whiny bitch.
Stereotype: The gay upbeat emo whiny bitch
Quote: "OMG DUNCAN'S MINE NOT YOURS HE'S MINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
So that's Dustin for ya.
Harold got up from his Mother's couch. "If i was a dragon-flyer, I'd want to be Zonarah. He's the most muscular and smartest male 'DF'" At that moment Duncan swung the door open. "Hey nerd!" He chuckled as he stood up straight. " Ready?" "For what?"
Harold turned around. Unfortunally, Duncan DIDN'T bring Leshawna over and instead stuffed the Red Head in the garbage. "See ya later Doris!" Duncan mocked as he walked away.
"I know he likes me under all that bad boy."Harold turned himself upward as he pulled trash out of his ears. "Looks like it's just a matter of time" He got out, only to find that Duncan had tied his underwear to the bin. "GOSH! IDIOTS!"
Harold turned around. Unfortunally, Duncan DIDN'T bring Leshawna over and instead stuffed the Red Head in the garbage. "See ya later Doris!" Duncan mocked as he walked away.
"I know he likes me under all that bad boy."Harold turned himself upward as he pulled trash out of his ears. "Looks like it's just a matter of time" He got out, only to find that Duncan had tied his underwear to the bin. "GOSH! IDIOTS!"
Gwen:
It was May, and school was almost over. Thank God I thought to myself as I was listening to my iPod while my Math teacher was talking about algebra I think. When school was done I would be going to a new school, Russel High School. That was one of the snotty rich kid schools and I would be one of the only goth people there, and probably the least popolare again.
“Gwen Manson are te listening…..” My teacher said.
“Ya sure,”
“Then what is the answer…”
“O. um….” I just sat there confused and looked at the board.. okay x divided a equals e times y which is…..um….. I sat there tapping my pencil thinking hard
“Okay apparently te aren’t listening it equals x12”
A/N: I’m not in high school so I just did something random
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A few months has passed and it was now summer and school will start up in a few weeks woohoo
It was May, and school was almost over. Thank God I thought to myself as I was listening to my iPod while my Math teacher was talking about algebra I think. When school was done I would be going to a new school, Russel High School. That was one of the snotty rich kid schools and I would be one of the only goth people there, and probably the least popolare again.
“Gwen Manson are te listening…..” My teacher said.
“Ya sure,”
“Then what is the answer…”
“O. um….” I just sat there confused and looked at the board.. okay x divided a equals e times y which is…..um….. I sat there tapping my pencil thinking hard
“Okay apparently te aren’t listening it equals x12”
A/N: I’m not in high school so I just did something random
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A few months has passed and it was now summer and school will start up in a few weeks woohoo
HEATHER POV: Ugh! Where that blond bimbo got 2? "There te are!" i smiled sweetly as linds & the newby came ova.
COURTNEY POV: Linds took me 2 the front of the skool building. We c a girl with long, black hair, wearing the sluttiest outfit i'd ever seen! "Um, hi" i detto nicely. "U r?" she asked me, "Oh im courtney. U r?" i asked. "Heather. I c ure the "new" girl" she said, "Yh" i replied. "So, te guna hang around wiv me?" she asked "Sure", "Gr8! C u l8r! Bye!" she walks off. Wt hav i lt myslf in 4???
TBC..
COURTNEY POV: Linds took me 2 the front of the skool building. We c a girl with long, black hair, wearing the sluttiest outfit i'd ever seen! "Um, hi" i detto nicely. "U r?" she asked me, "Oh im courtney. U r?" i asked. "Heather. I c ure the "new" girl" she said, "Yh" i replied. "So, te guna hang around wiv me?" she asked "Sure", "Gr8! C u l8r! Bye!" she walks off. Wt hav i lt myslf in 4???
TBC..