Real Terror! ((Still acccepting RPers. Scary RP Rated T)) ANOUNCEMENT!

Taryn had no comment on the matter. She just looked at the table, sort of exhausted by the schoolday. Only three periods to go and then they were out of here. The day was dragging. By the time Taryn looked at her hands, her sandwich was gone. Well, that's weird.

"It's fine, Micahel," Thomas told him with a shrug before looking over at Taryn. He smirked at her, "You eat faster than I do."

"Woa, taryn, way to wolf it down!" Lily commented. Shethought for a second then groaned. "ugggggh Gym is next period, dodgeball I hope. At least we're good at dodgeball." she smirked at Taryn.

(Those were the days ))

Taryn laughed, "Hey, I was hungry." She balled up her trash and put it into the paper bag her lunch had come from. "Yeah, I hope it's dodgeball, too." She gave a sinister smirk. She was good at pegging people with the ball.

Lily liked dodgeball because she had taken gymnasics for thre years until she eight, and she liked doing cool tricks to dodge the ball. She was currently practicing in the korean martial arts though. "lookout, incoming preps." Lily grumbled, watching some bleach blonde cheerleaders cme in with their gorrillas of boyfriends.

Taryn opened her mouth and pointed to her throat, making a gagging noise, "Yuck," she said. "It's kind of freaky how they all look the same. It's like they're all clones. And they call us weird."

"Yeah, and the little slaves they call boyfriends look like silverback gorillas. They smell like monkeys too." She pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger. She stuck her tongue out and laughed.

((Hm, is it normal for your own posts not to say anything? Mine are doing that...it's weird....plus I don't like to put much info into my sheet, because I've learned that I develop different things along the course of the RP, and I don't exactly think of everything when I'm writing them. Hope that's okay with you guys...))

Ceshlyta ran into the lunchroom. As she was a troublemaker, she had been in lunch detention, but the teacher running it that day had dismissed her early for not trying any tricks, something she was known for in there. She had already finished her lunch, as she ate very quickly in ravenous hunger. She was just in time to see the preps walking in with boyfriends Cehslyta thought would get jobs as bouncers for fancy nightclubs, since that was all they were going to amount to. I think sports isn't a good career to go into. It's a all-or-none thing. she thought. Ceshie sat down at the usual table. She had heard Taryn's comment, and nodded. "Exactly. It's their trick for making themselves feel good, when really their minds are wrought with depression over the fact that they can't be any better than they are. That's why they dress the same. Because they are ALL the same, in both dress and mind." Ceshlyta said.

"20 bucks says they havent eaten in the past 24 hours." Lily said, flashing her wallet. "So, Ceshie, what were you in for today?"

Taryn nodded as she looked from Ceshie to Lily, "I second those theories." She yawned and looked to Ceshie, wondering, too, what kind of trouble she'd gotten herself in this time.

Michael finished his sandwich quietly, only glancing around to see what the others were talking about every now and then.
"So, does anyone know where Marcus is? I haven't seen him all day." Michael asked as he wrapped his sandwich bag up into a small little ball.

"I haven't either," Thomas told Michael with a shrug before looking at the preppies and then at Taryn. He smiled, "They think they're so pretty too because they don't eat but there's one or two girls I can think of that are prettier."

Taryn shook her head, "Me either. I wonder where he is..." she said, her voice trailing off in thought. Then she looked at Thomas and she smiled and winked at him, "I bet you do."

Thomas felt himself blush but he continued grinning at Taryn. He winked back, "What do you think about the animals those girls call boyfriends?"

Taryn rolled her eyes upward, placing her right index finger on her jaw in thought. After a few seconds, she came up with an answer, "I suppose that only two words come to mind. Steroids and overcompensation."

Thomas laughed and couldn't help agreeing. He decided to tease her a little. He whispered in her ear, "How about other guys?" He smiled at her, free of his shyness for now.

“I’m right here love birds” Marcus said standing behind Taryn. “Seriously guys, why hasn’t one of you just popped the question. I was just entering the cafeteria, and saw you 2 blushing and smiling at each other” he said while pointing Taryn and Thomas.

“Anyways, yesterday’s meal came kind of hard me, so you can take a guess as to where I was” Marcus said as he sat down 2 space to Taryn’s left. He took out a piece of bread and a sprite out of his back pack and started to eat, a few seconds later he took out a Pepto-Bismol and took a shot of it.

Ceshlyta was going to reply, but Marcus' arrival silenced her. She was used to it, though. Her younger sister, Miral, was always interrupting with a bug she had found, or when a toy was broken. Ceshie always tried to help out by not instigating a power-struggle for attention. She smiled when she saw Marcus take a swig of the Ol' Pink Stuff, as she called it. Even the newer cherry flavor tasted horrible. She had tried this other, lesser-known tablet that had tasted wonderful, even amonsgt her nausea. "I was sent there for placing glue on Mr. Fresconia's desk, and when he laid down to go to sleep, as usual, his hair got stuck to the desk." Ceshlyta explained, giggling throughout the tale.

Thomas felt himself blush bright red at Marcus' comment and looked away from Taryn, his shyness returning. He didn't mind flirting with Taryn, but he felt self-conscious when people pointed that out.
He looked up at Ceshlyta's account about why she got attention this time. He chuckled, "And how exactly did Mr. Fresconia deserve that this time?"

"Meh, just felt like it. He always gives me F's, he never ceases to point out those F's to the enitre class. I wanted to get him in a literal sticky spot." Ceshlyta replied. "I used a whole bottle. Hopefully the nurse will have to cut his ugly hair off. I can't stand comb-overs." Ceshie announced. She knew she was being cruel, but that teacher DID need a new haircut, and she decided it was time.

"Maybe he'll buy some insane wig collection if he loses all of his hair. That might make his class a bit interesting." Michael commented after hearing Ceshlyta's explanation.

"So guys, wanna have an end of the school year party at the amityville horror house this weekend?" she asked. Next week was the last week of school. Today was the last day of actual classes.

"Awesome, a party, it has been sometime since I had a good one" Marcus said with enthusiasm. “Who’s going to be telling the scary stories this time?” he said with his mouth full and staring at the rest of the guys at the table.

"Sure. Who brings chips and dip? I'm broke...sorry. Mom took away my allowance for a while due to my bad grades. Luckily, she hasn't revoked my ability to go places." Ceshlyta said. A party? At that creepy house? Sounds like my kind of party! Ceshlyta thought, grinning.

"I'm game," Thomas told Lily with a grin, "I always wanted to see what was the big deal about the house." He frowned, "How are you going to get our parents to go along with this? My dad's cool but I don't know about yours."