"Why don't you let Seth take care of her. I'm sure he would put that slut in her place." she said as she also started doing her make up. Darcy would get into fights but she would handle hers with class. She wasn't so brutal like these other people. She was a Bloody Fists member but she was...

Darcy shook her head hoplessly gettingo ut her cell phone. Just another average day being a member of the Bloody Fists. She wasn't to surprised but she did think that thier would be at least some order sometimes. But what can you do with a gang? "You still haven't told me the specific reason wh...

"Come on girl be specific! Is he a skater? Jock? Punk? Emo? Theres just so many types!" she said closing her locker after stuffing all her cloths in there. "Boys have different classifications. Besides it depends on what catagory their in that decides how cute they are." Darcy ex...

"Well first of all where did you meet the guy?" she asked as she put on her uniform tanktop and now removing her pom poms from the locker space she had. "How is he like? Is he a nerd? Loser? What type of guy?" she asked looking in the minature agnetic mirror on the inside door of...

The girl rolled her eyes at the question. "Uh, no. I haven't found anyone who could handle me yet." she said she said now taking off her pale yellow skirt as she started putting on her uniform. "Why? Is it because of YOU and Jack." she said teasingly as she started take off her b...

((Continued from: How many ways can you define the word "cow"? )) Darcy lead her friend to the locker room where she sat her down on a bench by their lockers. "I had to get you out of there, you were making a frakin scene." she said as she went over to her locker, turning the kn...

Darcy shook her head at the uselessness of the situation. Was she the only smart girl cheerleader? Being a friend she guided Mariavel out of the hall, out of the school and toward the locker room in the gym. It was time for reality to snap back in for Mariavel. "Come on, cheer practice will be ...

Darcy shook her head. "You have a thing for outsiders." she said with a laugh. "And now to the more important question. Why the hell would Seth want to beat him up?" he asked. crossing her arms. As if this day can't get any crazier. The Bloody Fists need to get their act back tog...

"Come on Mariavela....I know you by now..." she said with a chuckle. "Is he popular? Who is he? I never heard of him before.." she said rushing her with questions. When someone in the Bloody Fists likes someone the other girl gots to know. And that girl was named Darcy.

Darcy looked at mariavela weirdly. "What has gotten into you?" she asked. Darcy wasn't one who knew the low class people she was one of those who only knew the important populars. Never the losers; Is Mariavela in love? It was so obviousy, Darcy could tell so easily, Mariavela was like an ...

"What!?" she said looking at Mariavela in deisbeleif. *Not another brawl with Jenny....* she thought. "What do you mean Jack? Whose Jack?" she asked trying to figure out what the hell is going on Darcy was the girl who kept Maraivela in check, she was the smart girl of the gang. ...

"Mariavela! Are you all right?" asked Darcy helping her up. "What the hell is going on?" she asked wanting to know whats happening. *Don't tell me we got into another fight, thats all thats happening latley...* she thought as she stood by Mariavela about to catch her if she fell....

Attic started collecting his things, one of his books for Biology  in his arm. Nothing much was on his mind except for his ex-boyfriends and ex-girlfriends. He was always involved in drama with his ex's. Something he needed to stop. he already had 16 ex's in total. The whole thing just tired him out...

Paris didn't even have time to react, as he was suddenly brutally beat up by this person. Paris had already became unconsious after the millionth bash on the wall. In his blank mind all he could think of is how he was reduced to this all of a sudden. So what if he beat up someone? People beat each o...

((Continued from: Another Day in Homeroom... )) As Paris walked down the stairs toward the entrance of the school other kids were walking by. He had no time to deal with anyone, he just needed to go relax and mend this horrific scar upon his face. As Paris thoughtviscious things about the people he...