Jasper-Declan took the other boy's hand to help him up, purely out of the polite urge not to deny him. He picked up his skateboard from beneath where he had been sitting, tucking it underneath one arm as he began to walk alongside the other boy. "Ok. I'm assuming there is a reason or at least a...

Jasper-Declan shook the other boy's hand, surprised at the gesture. It was the kind of thing he did himself when meeting new people- most boys his age preferred to greet others with one of those odd, teenage-boy specific maneuvers, the 'pound' or the 'man-hug'. That wasn't his style- he was more old...

Dark. Cold. Quiet. Just the way he liked it. The boy sat alone on a park bench, his eyes pointed towards the sky, though he didn't seem to be focusing on anything in particular. He wasn't, of course- when was he ever really focused? He took note of the moon in the sky- the lights of the surrounding ...

Hayley looked back up at the sky, thanking god for the cool breeze. As much as she loved summer- at least, as much as she loved not having school- she had gotten incredibly sick of the heat. Cool weather was her thing- the only thing she liked about fall, a season that marked the return to the hellh...

Hayley couldn't help but laugh. "Nah, I don't speak Spanish. My best friend's been taking it for years so he's always speaking it at me and then I speak Japanese back and no one knows what's going on anymore..." She allowed herself a moment of sadness. She'd spent three years of junior hig...

Hayley wasn't the handshake sort of girl. Usually, when she met someone new, as soon as they'd been introduced she'd offer them a hug. But something about Isabel, perhaps the way she was fiddling with her chocolate bar, suggested that she didn't want to be touched. Instead Hayley concentrated on eat...

Hayley smiled at the curly haired girl and then returned her attention to the task at hand- that being, of course, the ever-so-important task of buying chocolate. Chocolate was Hayley's biggest vice- well, that and oversized energy drinks. Healthy? Not at all, but at least they kept her awake. She p...

Hayley was absolutely exhausted, as per usual. The long days of class were getting to her. She really missed junior high, in a way- everything was so much easier . She didn't have to try at all, back then. But now...Hayley sighed dramatically. The fact of the matter was, she was a new person now. La...

"The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club." Garrett walked a straight line down the alley, not looking left or right at the other boys- only looking forward, turning around sharply and walking back the other way as he reached the end. It was a crisp, cold fall even...

And suddenly, the girl everyone was talking about was there, at the top of the stairs. Damn, she looks like shit. The bandage around her neck was what caught his attention immediately mainly because he suddenly realized holy shit. Holy SHIT. She did it. She did...I don't fucking know what she did bu...

"...Hi. I'm Mirabelle Nesa. I'm helping Liz Polanksi beat their damn game, and we can use all the help we can get." Garrett listened to, and watched, the entire exchange with... bated breath was definitely the wrong phrase, since he didn't give a crap about this new boy and he didn't real...

For a brief moment, Garrett got no response. For the span of that brief moment he relaxed, because if he was to be honest with himself (unlikely to happen any time soon) he didn't want to get into any shit right now. He was tired, hungry, sore, inexplicably in need of a cigarette, and oh yeah, limpi...

[[Garrett Hunter continued from The Middle Children of History ]] This was a long time incoming. Rewind a bit. Two days ago, Garrett Hunter passed out on a dusty road outside the Sawmill, abandoned and empty but for a certain Madeline Smith, who had, inexplicably, chosen to wait with him, despite hi...

"But if you don't mind me asking... Who exactly is this... Jay person?" Jasper-Declan couldn't help but give a small smile. "Jay Holland is...an interesting character, to say the least. He is also a close friend of ours. And Alexander is correct in stating that he knows quite a few p...

Jasper-Declan listened with interest as Alex finally began recounting the long story of what had happened to him on the island so far. It had been...a very long week, to hear him tell it- he himself had gone through much of the week sleepwalking and had mentally condensed the six days into a series ...