Season

[john reese connor]

John followed behind a middle aged looking women. He had met her while sitting up in the front office for about the last forty five minutes. Oh boy had that been the best forty five minutes of his life. Just sitting there as his mother filled out a bunch of paper work to enroll him and his siblings into the school. They had just moved here from California, and already John didn’t like it. To him this was nothing but an isolated town in the middle of no where. No he wanted to be back in Cali where he could catch the waves.

After following the women for about five minutes she came to a stop and walked into the room. She spoke with the teacher before mentioning for John to enter. He rolled his eyes as he walked into the class room and stood before his new class mates. Brown bangs fell into his eyes as he glanced around the room. “Class this is John Connor. He transferred here from California.” The teacher said introducing him, before turning to look at John. “You may take any open seat.”

He muttered a silent whatever before walking towards a seat near the back of the room. Once he reached it he dropped his bag to the floor and took his seat. The Secretary then left the room to return to the front office. The teacher also started to resume the class. It figured that he first class he would go to would be World History…..he hated History. It was stuff that should be forgotten in his opinion.

[+maya anne folten]

Maya Folten was not one to be quiet, most of the time. In fact, she was one of the most outgoing, dramatic people that she knew of. But at the moment she was completely silent, because she was doing something that could not have any attention drawn to it. She was hunched over her desk, safety pin in hand, carving intricate designs into the desk. She was bored, and she had very little interest in the lives of dead people. Call her ignorant, but that was the way she was. She'd been caught only once before for her minor vandalism, and had simply been required to clean it up. But what she was doing now, she hardly thought was vandalism. She was simply spicing up the desks. They were so very boring in all of their fake wooden glory, she supposed she was really doing the school a favor. Maya glanced up, dark hair falling back to reveal more of her pale face. She didn't exactly hate school, which was hard for some to believe. She got away with more then others, but then again, she never really did anything truly harmful. If her parents had been able to instill one thing in their rebel daughter, it was that you would always answer for your actions. And it was for this reason that she refrained from doing some of the things she truly wanted to. She smiled to herself, dark eyes sparkling. Finally, she glanced up when the sharp voice of the secretary caught her attention momentarily. Shaggy brown hair and gray blue eyes were familiar to her, and she smirked in his direction. She'd been waiting for his addition to her classroom, eager to finally be in school with one of her best friends. When the secretary met her disdainful gaze with a raised eyebrow, she shot a look back that immediately caused her to avert her eyes. A frightful little creature that one was. Easy to intimidate. And Maya was very easily intimidating, to those that weren't used to her moods and expressions. But there was one she knew that was used those constantly changing emotions, and that was the scrawny teenager that sidled over to a desk next to her in the back.

Maya was in her usual attire. A thick layer of eyeliner made her dark lashes darker, though besides that very little make up clouded her face. Her hair was down, and it bordered her face in dark knots that hid her exposed shoulders. Today she had basically violated the dress code with her black tank top, although she hardly cared. The fabric stood out brilliantly against her pale freckled shoulders, and was striped a charcoal gray and an inky black. She'd been forced to abandon the hat she'd had atop her crown earlier that day, desiring not to have it confiscated, but her head felt strangely exposed without it. A red tie hung around her neck, contrasting with her shirt. She sighed heavily, carefully putting away the pin in her backpack, and making sure to note it's location for use later on. She grabbed the pen that lay before her, and looked down at her baggy jeans, holes littering the surface. Barely visible beneath the faded fabric were her vans, worn but comfortable. How her perfect younger sister would die if she knew she was heading into the school where her older sister had soiled her perfect record. Maya narrowed her eyes, as she doodled affectionately on the jeans. Thinking of her sister made her rather angry, and she tried to think of something a bit less depressing, but alas her one track mind took over. She would not focus on anything but perfect Rebecca until her mind was put at rest. It was one of those cruel facts of nature that no matter the ages, they were always in the same school. It had been this way since the very first day of third grade, when Rebecca had come in with her freshly pressed dress, looking down on her older sister with a perfectly proportioned pale nose, not at all similar to Maya's. Maya's sister was the cheerleader type, and once she entered high school that year, she would definitely date a jock, be in a popular clique, and stand for everything Maya hated about culture. Where Maya had rebelled, Rebecca seemed to have embraced her parents motives. She was a first attempt, an unfortunate disaster in the form of a moody seventeen year old that despised not being the center of attention. But don't take her for depressed, because she wasn't. She was one of the happiest people, her parents knew. But not good enough for Rebecca.

Maya's mind returned to the present, and she focused on the arrival of John beside her, and how pleased she was about that. She glanced over at him, flashed him a smile and then mouthed, "Chin up." She knew how depressed he was about switching schools, and how he had already managed to get into an extraordinary amount of trouble in the short time he'd been here. But she adored him. There was no other way to say it, because she was absolutely sure she was in love him. That being said, Maya wasn't going to act on her affection. Besides, he was the best friend a girl could have. She wouldn't risk loosing that, would she? She talked herself down, and feeling her respiration go back to normal. When she blushed, she didn't turn red, but a pink tinge appeared on her cheeks, that he knew all to well. She couldn't risk revealing herself to him. She bit her lip, gazing at the chalkboard with blank eyes. There was very little motivation to pay attention. She was smart. Smarter then most people gave her credit to, and she could easily have the 4.0 GPA that Rebecca would when she arrived, however she didn't choose to use her intelligence for what most people would define as good. As is, she scraped a B+ average, and as far as she was concerned that was just fine. College wasn't a concern for her. She was slightly cocky when it came to admission to schools she wanted to go to, but there was only one place she had really ever wanted to go, and it was a... different school. She sighed once again, biting her dark purple nail polish off her chewed nails. She made a small noise to get his attention so he was looking at her. "Hey, John!" She leaned over, her mouth barely moving when she spoke. "Your looking pleased to be here." Even though her voice was barely a whisper, the sarcasm was detectable. She shot him a crooked grin, and returned her attention to her jeans.

[john reese connor]

John kept his attention to the wall as if he had found something interesting within it. Although it was safe to say that he found anything other than class to be interesting. It was just a relatively nice day for him to be outside and either hacking into an ATM machine for money, hacking into someone’s home computer, or just blowing things up. He had his own collection of pipe bombs inside his bedroom. Now don’t get him wrong he wasn’t the terrorist type, no far from that. Sure he got into trouble for things, however he would never do anything to take another life no. He just enjoyed tossing a lit pipe bomb into the water, or into a construction sight over night. So far he hadn’t gone to that extreme just yet. He had promised his mother that he would try to behave while they were living here. And if he promised his mother something he did as he promised. However that didn’t mean he hadn’t already left his ‘mark’ on several items. There were several construction machines with spray paint on them although a little bit of elbow grease would remove the paint just fine.

He moved his attention from the wall down to that of his desk as he stared at the groves upon the hard surface. He ran his figures over the surface scratching at a groove or two with his fingernails. Ah so there was someone else around the building that enjoyed leaving their ‘mark’ on objects. Although the choppy brown haired teen had a good idea as to whom the culprit was. He reached into his faded blue jean pocket and pulled out a nail filer. Yes he had a nail filer, and no it wasn’t for taking care of his nail beds. John liked to use it to crave into desks, which he started getting too right away. He would glance up at the front of the room every few seconds. He couldn’t get caught just yet. No then he would be in deep trouble with his mother whenever he got home. Besides that would give him a bad title. If he wanted to get into trouble right away he would make sure that it was doing something big. Something that could get him noticed, and give him a nice rep.

John glanced up whenever he heard someone say his name. He hadn’t realized just whom he had taken a seat next to. He couldn’t help the smirk that quickly spread across his features upon seeing that he had chosen a seat next to Maya. He couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at her next comment of him looking pleased to be there. “Oh yeah…I’m so thrilled to be here.” He said lightly the sarcasm clearly audible in his voice. It would be just his luck to get a class with his best friend. Maya had been the first person that he had met with whenever he first moved here. Even though at first he didn’t enjoy the fact that the girl wouldn’t leave him alone, he quickly learned that the two of them had some things in common. Sure she wasn’t like some of the girls that he hung out with back home, however she was close enough to them. “What time does this class end?” He asked keeping his voice low so that the teacher wouldn’t be able to hear them in the back.