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I pulled my knees to my chest, realizing I was somewhere in the History Hall. I burried my head in my knees, my small frame shaking with silent sobs, tears soaking the knees of my jeans. I didn't know why the memories were so harsh today, why they were so hard to deal with, but I couldn't help it.

I felt so weak. I hadn't gotten like this in years. Almost 10 years, and I hadn't shed a single tear. I'd taken all that pain and turned it to anger, to hate, to protecting the rest of the world, and now, it was all gushing forth in tears and hurt. I couldn't help myself.

Someone help me... I thought helplessly, trembling under the gaze of a curious, but wary hall monitor. To my relief, he let me be.
 
I felt another stab of mental pain, this accompanied with an almost debilitating sorrow. I rubbed my temples and did my best to push the feeling to the back of my mind. Fortunately, the drawing was completed to my satisfaction. I tucked it into my notebook as the rest of the class began milling about in anticipation of the bell. I sighed, it was rather pointless effort. Our student-teacher hadn't been broken in yet and never let us go early.

I thought her somewhat idealistic, in truth though at the moment that didn't annoy me as much as it usually did. When the bell rang, I rose and quietly shuffled out into the hall, where my more exuberant nature took over once more. I began walking down towards my next class, Poetry, when I heard a soft sobbing beside one of the lockers. Looking down, I saw Ashitaka.

I crouched down, realizing how much more intense the sorrow and pain had come. She was almost exuding it now, I was surprised no one else could feel it. Placing a hand on her shoulder, I didn't bother with the obvious, "Are you all right?" Instead, I asked with great concerm "What's going on?"
 
I snapped my gaze upwards, seeing Nathan. I wanted to clutch to him, tell him everything I was feeling. Instead, I wiped the tears away from me eyes.

My voice cracked as I tried to speak. "Yes, I'm fine." I said as steady as I could, which was about as steady as paper in the wind. "I-I'm fine..."

I leaned against the lockers. "I think I'm getting out of here," I said softly. "I can't stay. I need to just get away." I rose and picked up my backpack, absently tipping back into the lockers. "I'll have to take you up on your lunch offer tomo-"

The flashback started again, and I crumpled. Horrible images played behind my eyes. The faces of my tormenters, the ones who'd dragged me away from her dead body, had taken me kicking and screaming from her lifeless gaze.

"Mother..." I whispered in a miserable tone.
 
"Yo." I said to each member of the club as I walked by them to my table. I got a pair of waves from the twins, Chris and Caleb, who were part of the club because of their ability to be in synch with each other, along with their extremely smooth skin, shimmering blue hair and eyes. I got a "Yo" back from Mikey, the school soccer captain, who was busy combing his hair dark brown hair at the next table. Next was Alexi, who was holding his stuffed bear close. He was a member because... despite being a senior, he appeared to be a kid for some strange reason, and he had the maturity and thought process to match. He said hi to me and took my arm and spun around, sending me into a daze. And that was our group! I took a seat at my table, and waiting for the doors to swing open.

The room was very fancy, it seemed almost like something you'd find in a rich kids private school. Then again, 5/6's of the group were indeed rich, me being the one who was broke. I glanced around at the other tables as the others began to get customers, and their conversations started with cups of coffee. When I finally got my group, I did the same. This took me to the end of the period.

When it was all over, I changed back into my sweater and jeans, and snuck out before I got involved in a conversation with the others. I had a Chemistry test next period after all... And I was almost late! I made a mad dash through the hall, just about at Chem when I tripped and fell onto the floor. This was a painful day for me, 'specially after listening to the problems of girls for a period.
 
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I frowned at her, instantly concerned. "Mother?" I asked of her, bending over to brush her now-disarrayed hair out of her face. "What's going on?" I softly added. Brushing away the last of the displaced hair, I sat beside her, sheltering her from what I could of th ambient noise, the scuffling feet, the odd looks. I began to whisper a stream of comforting, kind words in her direction, genuinely worried.
 
"Mommy," I whined miserably, still in the throws of the intense flashback. "Please, don't hurt her..."

I suddenly burried my head into his shoulder, his form muffling another scream and more sobs. I didn't realize what I was doing, I was too caught up in the vivid memory. "You killed her," I cried. "You KILLED her!"

I became aware of a form touching me. Still in the flashback, I struck out at it. "How could you!" I growled, tears streaking down from my oddly unfocused crimson eyes. "No! I won't leave her! Let go of me! You killed her!"

I broke down into whimpers and sobs again.
 
I tightened my muscles as she struck me, taking the blow and welcoming the distraction from the well of negativity, depression I had stumbled into. I wrapped my arms around her, tightly but gently, cradling Ashitaka as I whispered, "Hush. Hush, it's not real. It's a memory, okay? A memory. It's in the past. You're here now, you're safe. I promise. It's okay, Ashi, ashi. It's okay. You're safe now."

I wasn't quite sure how I was managing to say these things. Her feelings, her fears obviously went back years and I had been sucked in along with her. She must have had remarkable control for even my own limited abilities to pick up on this.
 
I gasped a little and blinked, fully realizing where I was. Ashi. No one had called me that since I was a little girl. Mother called me that when I was only about three. How did he...

I didn't stop to wonder. I merely leaned further against him, the tears still coming, but silently now. I closed my eyes, trying to swallow the pain back up, put it back in the box where it belonged. "I-I'm sorry, Na-nathan. I don't, I don't m-mean to get like this..."

I tensed up, the memories fading back in to the usual pains. "I'm sorry..." I repeated. "Did I hurt you?"
 
I stroked her hair gently and said, "It's all right. It's all right, little Ashi. Even if I don't know why, I understand. I know what you're feeling." I still could, it seemed. I was closer to her now, and when you grow closer to someone their mental walls prove less effective. I could still feel the pain a little but I didn't mention that to her.

I smiled softly and soothingly said, "It's all right, okay? You're obviously back." I laughed a little and said, "And no, you didn't hurt me. At least, not badly. I'd rather take that than a rail between the legs any day."
 
Gah, I hate being late... Sorry to interrupt like this Raichu Master, but I haven't had a chance to join before this.

Name: Zephyr Myste
Age: 16
Power: Zephyr's powers are that of an Absol, allowing her to manipulate the wind and darkeness.
Description: (Quickly drawn picture...)
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The black oval on her forehead is visible at all times.
Morphed Description: (See above)
Personality: Wild, untamed, Zephyr acts more like an animal than a human at times. She rarely speaks, letting others know how she feels by changing the air currents around her, or hissing and growling when she's extremely pissed. When she does speak, however her voice is soft and melodic, though muffled by her scarf. She always flinchs when people touch her, and never removes her scarf and sleeves around others. She's always hiding something, always fearful, and tries not to show it. Zephry's outlet for her fears, worries, and anger are through drawing and singing. Her pictures often scare onlookers, and people always seem mesmorized when she sings, and that makes her believe she is horrible. At everything. She hates herself, for reasons of her own and travels often. Zephyr usually calls herself a "Disaster Magnet", and it is true, unfortunately.
 
Sora tapped her feet impatiently as she waited for the bell. A minute later the familiar ringing came, and Sora streaked through the halls to the end of the corridor. P.E... She hated it, but at least she was outside for once. While the other people ran around like crazed maniacs, Sora swiftly escaped around the side of the school.

"...Rikku." she was clutching the crumbled paper in one hand, and in the other sat the black fox. "Can't just forget him, can you?" She nodded sadly. "I wish I could see him again..." Roxas' tail suddenly began to wag as fast as a helicopter blade. "Hey Sora! I've got an idea!" his tounge flashed in and out again in his excitement, and Sora still mourning pathetically turned to him.

"What?" she mumbled holding back more tears. "Why don't you go through a shadow again, and come out of Rikku's? That way you could see him again real quick, and be back without anyone noticing!" He was certainly very proud of himself, thinking he had done Sora a big favor. But it only made it feel worse. "Roxas! I would have to teleport through one human's shadow to end up in his! What kid do you see around here that wouldn't mind if I just dissapeared into them?" His joyful smile faded, and he nodded now understanding. "Oh... alright then. I guess you really can't talk to him again."

His ear perked up again. "Well why don't you try calling him? I'm sure you've got his number?!" "Of course I do, but talking to him and being able to see him are to different things. Besides... It would hurt to much to try and talk to him." She sighed again, but when she turned to him she smiled. "Hey Roxas! You know... you kind of remind me of Rikku. He was always trying to cheer me up like you. He was such a fun guy... and a little crazy too! And he had those same green eyes." she pointed to Roxas, and now she smiled even brighter. "And of course his black hair..."

Then it struck her. "I get it now Roxas!" She suddenly jumped up and down, hugging him all the while. "Your the half of my heart with all the memories of Rikku! You are Rikku!" she faltered for a moment and giggled. "Only small and furry!..." She stopped again to consider what Rikku had told her. "He said he'd always be there... and he is. As long as your with me, so is he!" Roxas however did not appear so happy. He was trying his best to supress a smile, but their opposites made him frown. "Well... yes I supppose that's true."
Sora didn't remember smiling so much since the last time she saw Rikku. But now she didn;t miss him. Because now she knew that he had always been "right there".
 
I sighed and steadied myself, laughing a little. "You're such a jerk," I whispered, my sarcasm apparant even through the tears.

It was odd, but having him hold me like that was nice. I'd never been comforted like that before. I snuggled in to him a little, unconsiously, and whispered, "I'm sorry, Nathan. It's been years since my mother was murdered, but those memories are more painful than you could imagine. Sometimes, they get to me like that. It's been a long time since they have, but today, I couldn't help myself for some reason."

I closed my eyes gently, mentally exhausted. "I should probably be getting back to class..."
 
"Not like this, you're not," I said fiercely, hugging her tighter. "You're in no condition to do any such thing right now. If you do, you'll make yourself worse. Let's get you down to the office and sign you out. You need a break." I smiled at her and said, "Unless, of course, I'm such horrible company. I don't know what happened to your mother, but I can try and help you, at least." I looked at her with a soft, caring smile and said, "Come on now, let's get you standing first."
 
I smiled gently and pulled myself up. "I'm all right, just tired. Drained."

I looked at him with a pleading expression. "Nathan, I know that you really don't know me very well, but I appreciate you staying with me..." I shuddered. "I really don't think it's good for me to be alone right now."
 
[OOC: I apologize for the late post. I was originally waiting for someone else to post, though . . . ^-^;; Being rather behind, this post will probably be somewhat of a summary.]

Upon his arrival at the school, Argent waved a quick farewell to Shuuei before exiting the bus. Stepping down onto the sidewalk, he started down the familiar path to the front doors of the school. Climbing the school's front steps, he was somehow able to push his way through the crowd through the front door.

After retrieving his books from his locker and depositing those currently unneccesary, Argent shouldered his backpack as he started toward his first period class. Stepping into the classroom, the Umbreon mutant noted that a relatively low percentage of the class was present. Actually, aside from the teacher, Argent was the only being in the room. Dropping his backpack on his desk, the youth muttered sarcastically, "And I thought everyone would be so excited about today's lecture on Space-Time Relativity."

Sliding into his seat, Argent pushed his headband upward, unmasking his scarlet eye. Then, moving his backpack to the ground beside him, the male rested his chin on one hand as he awaited the beginning of class.

An hour later, Argent exited the classroom--his Umbreon eye piercing as ever and fully evincing its bearer's silent irritation. Brushing wordlessly past the other students, Argent's grip on his textbook tightened. I never want to see another light-mirror again. Upon arrival at his locker, his spun the dial a few times as he input the numerical key. Then, as the latch unlocked, he swung the door open, dropping his book carelessly inside. Sometimes, I think Physics might be the death of me. He removed another book and glanced down at its cover. And other times, I think it might be American History.

After adding a replacing a binder and adding a spiral notebook to his backpack, Argent clicked his locker shut.
 
occ:Sorry Im so late I got grounded

Dylan was walking in the hall of the high school he went to. "Man this day just keeps getting lamer and lamer" said Dylan with a sign. Dylan got to his locker and got his books and closed his locker. But Dylan saw some bullys picking on a kid. "Hey leave him alone" shouted Dylan. The bullys noticed. "So what are you going to do" said the bully. "This" Dylan whipered. In a second or so Dylan was moving fast took down the bully. "I told you to leave him alone".
 
Sora snuck right past all the teacher and kids, and once in the locker room she changed back to her regular clothes. But as she tried to slink past them again, a boy spotted her and pointed her out to the teacher. She gave a spunky little giggle as she dodged through the students to the street. Roxas ran right at her side, altought looking a bit gloomy.

"Sora... you shouldn't have--" He paused after tripping over a rock. "-- you shouldn't have run off like that, you'll get in trouble!" She merely smirked at him. "Hehe... come on Roxy, get into the spirit! I'm just taking a break from a school that hates me." she nodded approvingly of herself. "Yea, I think a girl could use a getaway every now and then!" she skidded to a halt when she reached her destination.
 
Leanna sighed as she left the art class. This had been her first, and second period. Art was second period for her anyway. And boy was she glad to be out of there. Mrs. Kapernick was not in the best of moods, and the art studio seemed more like a military art camp.

She was totally ready to get to...er...okay maybe not totally, but she was definetly excited to get somewhere anywhere but the art studio. What she had next was something Leanna didn't honestly like, but dreaded. Math. Turning her head around and around to see if anyone was in the hall, she sighed when she caught sight of nobody. Crossing her eyes and sticking the tip of her tounge out, she waggled her fingers at the art room and left with a grin on her face.
 
"Then you won't be," I said easily, standing and offering her my hand. "We'll take the day off together, because if you're tired, you need rest." I laughed and looked at her with an easy grin. Pulling down my sunglasses so my eyes could truly meet hers, I said, "After all, I do still owe you a lunch today. So c'mon. Let's get outta here, get you relaxed."
 
"Must... make it... to... Chemistry..." I moaned after getting up from my trip, and continuing through the hallway. When I made it to the class, however, the door was closed, and class had started. Just my luck! Now I had to go to the office to get a late slip! Ah well, it's not like it really matters.

OOC: VERY sorry for the short post, I'm in the middle of a school project, so...
 
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