**can you feel the pressure?** {open}

[Angel Kinderick]

( PEOPLE MOVING ALL THE TIME )

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[Abigail Garrison]

Picture this

Miss Beautiful, you die tonight

She walked behind school with a pack of smokes. Yep, her nasty little habit that her parents, yes even daddy, didn't approve of. She also liked to drink but, people didn't know that. Well, unless you were her friend and went partying with her. Abigail's pink and black hair was up in two high pig tails with her bangs side swept. Her ligs were light pink and her eyes outlined wiht black with blue and pink eye shandow.

Did you ever wonder what made her perfect? Her ability to keep a secret about herself. Abby just started smoking this year. She wasn't use to it yet and would probably quick before she got herself addicted. It was peer pressure that got ehr started and she hoped it would stop it. When she got around to the back, she saw a girl and with a sweet smile said, "Hi."

[Eva Sawyer]

xx
just a rebel looking for a place to be


Eva rushed out of school as fast as she could. Christ did she hate it. All those bitches, all that critcism and pressure. Eva's writing was perfect, her literature course was completed with straigh As - why the hell did her teacher still demand to talk to her and find out why she wasn't presenting her drafts and sketchbooks on time?! Running out of the school Eva could barely hold her scream.
"Damn her..." she growled under her breath. She walked fast away from the school, tearing her hoodie open. She hated having to follow rules, limit her make up and hide her tight tops - this school was too much.

Sitting down at the bench she stared in her compact mirror, fixed up her eye make up let her hair down. Finally she looked a bit more like herself, not like the prep her parents worked so hard to make her be. Behind the school was where all these talented kids ran off to smoke and let their teenage horomones over take. Pulling out her pack, Eva quickly lit her cigarette and glanced at the other girls there,"Hey there." she smiled at them as she sat down against the wall.

[Abigail Garrison]

Picture this

Miss Beautiful, you die tonight

Abby took the cig to her lips and blew out. When the cigarette was out of ehr mouth, pink lipgloss covered the end. This tasted gross but she didn't let it show and took another puff. She never really followed the rules and lately, she'd been skipping classes but getting her work to them before they could explain. Abby wasn't a big fan of the teachers here but, she pretended to be sweet so she didn't have to deal with them. She turned to the girl who had just came back there. "Hey girl, whats up?'

[Eva Sawyer]

xx
just a rebel looking for a place to be

"Everythings good." Eva smiled leaning back against the wall as she watched the girl which spoke to her,"I'm Eva. I haven't seen you around before." she spoke in her usual low, calm voice.
She took out her mp4 player and put on earphone in, the other out to hear the girl.
Portishead - Insensible,came on. It was impossible to exist in the this school without music to chill you out in the outmost of pressure the teachers spill on you. The work was never good enough according to them, even though Eva knew there was nothing better than what she had done. She never wanted to come to this school in the first place but when she got accepted and her family insisted she could not say no, of cours./center]

[Abigail Garrison]

Picture this

Miss Beautiful, you die tonight

"I'm Abigial Garrison. Abbys easier to remember so you can call me that. What about you?"She slid down next to the girl and smiled. Abby looked at the backpack next to her sighed. She was hidding 2 bottels of beer in the bag. Yeah, she wasn't exactly perfect but, she did like to have fun and if that meant lying to teachers and such, she would. She was a good girl who was a bad girl who didn't get caught. Thats how lucky she was. Abby opened the bag and brought both the bottels out. Want one?"