Trent looked back and forth between the two as they conversed, bemused by the girl's interruption, but also by the the fact Markham even bothered to reply. Sighing to himself in exasperation, his mind quickly slipped back to Violet, and wondered if she'd still be up for bowling next week. Having hea...

"Soup's bad today." Trent stopped. He stared at his soup inquisitively for a second or two, then looked up across the table to find himself the centre of the other guy's attention. "Huh." As he started on his yoghurt, Trent shook his head and went back to his soup, filling his s...

((Trent Savage continued from Murder at Macy's )) "Hey, can't make lunch today, gotta go home and pick up a few things before next period. See you in History! V xxx" Trent huffed as he read the text, then stuffed his phone into his trousers before getting into the queue. He flinched back a...

Hilary looked down at her shoes as he spoke; a thick scuffed mark had placed itself upon the surface of her right, and she stared at it blankly, waiting for Brock to give her the answer she hoped for. Of course, this was Brock she was talking about, so the incoherent mutterings escaping from the red...

Hilary perched on the end of the bed, looking up at Brock as he closed the door behind him. Okay, so, how do I start? Do I tell him straight away that I like him? Do I tell him about that dream I- No, that's creepy; he'd think you're a right freak. Oh God, what if he doesn't even like me in that way...

Hilary shuffled her foot nervously as she tried her best to think of a place that wouldn't be filled with vomit and sex. As her mind wandered, she remembered the couple who'd kicked her out of the bedroom she'd been sitting in all night. By her estimation, it had already been a good twenty minutes o...

"M-maybe." They stood for a moment in total silence, not saying a word to one another as Hilary tried to plan her next move. She had enough cheap booze inside her body to give her the push she needed to finally tell Brock how she felt, but at the same time she didn't have enough to do it w...

Her eyes followed Ricky as he collapsed on to one of the deck chairs somebody had put out on the lawn, quietly scorning him in the back of her mind. As Brock mentioned how pale her complexion had become, she raised a hand to touch her cheek as though she could feel how white she was under the porch ...

"...Huh?" The blurry outline of someone familiar stood before her, looming down in silhouette as the porch lights hung brightly behind their back. Rubbing the stray tears out of her eyes, she blinked a couple of time as her vision adjusted itself. "Oh! Brock! Hey!" She gasped, ha...

Hilary sighed as she finished the last of her... whatever it was Leila had brought her. Sitting on top of the dresser in Justin's room, she adjusted her shirt as a couple wandered into the room, drunkenly slobbering all over each other before noticing the room was already occupied. "Hey, we're ...

((Leila Langford continued from Murder At Macy's )) ((Hilary Strand continued from Naked Ambition )) Leila Langford and Hilary Strand. The two had arrived at Justin's door, but before they knocked they made sure they had everything they needed to have a good time. Inside the handbag Leila held by he...

KEY: Violet = Purple Trent = Blue Leila = Orange Hilary = White --- "Why did we buy so much popcorn? I'm the only one who eats it." "You shoulda bought nachos like the rest of us then!" "What? Who the hell eats nachos when they watch a movie? You can't see what you're doing...

"You like Hello Kitty?!" Hilary's heart leapt right out of her chest, having been lost in her own little world since she'd sat down at her desk. She tried to speak as she caught her breath, but the girl seemed to be launching a relentless assault on her eardrums, adding to the current con...

Frail blonde hair flowed down the hall, trailing past the many classrooms and the many students whom would soon enter each and every one of them in a mad start-of-term euphoria. Euphoria, however, was never the right word to use when describing the return to a place where most loathed to step inside...

Do I really need to do this? Violet stared down at her sneakers, vacantly gazing over the mud encrusted into the tips of her laces as she sat hunched over in the waiting room. Biting down on her lower lip as she strained her mind looking for an excuse to leave, a short, stumpy woman emerged from th...