&&;;As The Sun Sets

[Andrea Donovan]

Andrea Donovan, probably the most popular girl in the entire school pushed the door of the dorm open, and grinned as her dark eyes surveyed the many many beds, and belongings that lived beneath the beautifully scented air.

Grinning her pretty smile she slung her shoulder bag onto her double bed, the pink and creame sheets wrinkling slightly as she fell down and pulled her over-sized shades from her eyes. Ruffling her dark curly locks beneath her perfectly manicured nails she giggled. It was great to be back.

Yawning she dragged her suitcase from it's positioning in the doorway, and pulled in towards her bed. The large Window wall was directly behind her bed, and she loved it. Sitting her petite body on her bed she turned to look at the slowly setting Brooklyn sun...

[Carolina Simpson]

People all had different walks, Carolina found. Little girls skipped, boys the same age with a spring in their step. Actresses in medium sized steps in the heeled boots. The jocks had a cool but casual walk, the emos a walk with arms trailing as if over sized. Her own walk was more of a nervous shuffle.

Pushing open the door, she pulled her beige colouring suitcase inside, gazing around. There was one other girl there, the girl who Carolina had been nervous around since she first started at the school; Andrea Donovan.

Andrea was practically the most popular girl in the school. You couldn’t walk through a hallway without someone talking about her. She was popular, and, in that school, being popular was all you needed. Carolina would know that.

Shuffling over to a bed in the corner, she hoped that Andrea wouldn’t notice her, but the chances of that were miniscule. As she walked past Andrea’s bed, she somehow managed to trip over her own feet, finding herself red-faced, face down on the floor.
Great start, Carolina, great start.

[Chad&&<3]

<sup>Chad was so far the most poplar guy in the school and he had wanted to get a girlfriend who was equally poplar or just a girlfriend. His jeans and football jersey layered his bodice as he walked down the hall. Hearing a thud that sounded like someone falling in their dorms. It came from the dorm he had been walking past. Knocking on the door he rested his hand on the door knob and felt that i wasun-locked.

As the door swung open he peered inside. Hey you guys ok? he spoke peering in more. Seeing a girl flat on her face, he raced in she offered her a hand up.</sup>

[♥L i z]

Liz slowly walked through the building trying to find her dorm. She was new and was still trying to find her way around. Finally finding it, Liz pulled her bag toward the door. Inside, she found a girl sitting on her bed in the corner, a girl faced down on the floor and a guy trying to help her up. Liz pulled her two bags into her new dorm carefully around the girl on the floor and the guy trying tp help her up. She found her bed and placed her two bags at the edge of her bed. She dropped her backpack and sports bag on her bed as she sat down on her bed. She ran a hand through her hair as she always did as she pulled her iPod out of her backpack and stuck the headphones into her ears. She sat back on her bed and watched the girl trying to see if she was ok. Suddenly Sk8er Boi by Avril Lavigne started to play in her ears:

He was a boy
She was a girl
Can i make it any more obvious
He was a punk
She did ballet
What more can i say
He wanted her
She'd never tell secretly she wanted him as well
But all of her friends
Stuck up their nose
They had a problem with his baggy clothes

Liz stood up and sat at the edge of her bed looking at the girl. She ran a hadn through her hair again as the chorus started:

He was a skater boy
She said see you later boy
He wasn't good enough for her
She had a pretty face
But her head was up in space
She needed to come back down to earth

Liz took the headphone away from her right ear as she finally stood up. She walked over and knelt down so she was face to face with the girl and asked nicely:

"Hey, Are you ok?"

[Carolina Simpson]

How could any manage to do that, it’s like there’s one in a billion chance and she had to that one. Life was unfair. Or maybe she was cursed.- Or both.

Feeling a tug on her arm, she stood up, before snatching the hand back again from the boy who had helped her. It wasn’t that she was being cold hearted, just unsure whether this guy was allowed in there, that was all. Dusting down her clothes, she gave a reassuring smile.
“Yeah, I’m just a klutz. ‘Scuse me.”

Dragging the case over to her chosen bed, she sat down on it, looking at the people in the room to see whether they had anything to say.

[Chad&&<3]

He laughed at her, not mocking her just at theway that she felt unsure that that he was allowed in. It is ok I am allowd in this dorm I am not that kind of boy. He sighed and wondered how here was so many girls here.

[♥L i z]

Liz slowly backed away as the girl hurried up. She shrugged walking back to her own bed and sitting on it. She took the right headphone out of her ear and looked over at the girl who was on the bed next to her. The one who had fallen. "Hey. I'm Lizbeth Garcia but you can call me Liz. I'm new here." Liz smiled at her nicely and looked over at the guy. She looked back at the girl and smiled.

[Koneko VonDee/Lainey VonDee]

Koneko tossed the big,black,studded sunglasses onto of her black hair as she walked inside her dorm.She saw three girls and a boy.She saw the popular girl.
"Just great..."She mumbled to herself.
Koneko took the bed farthest away from everyone and began to unpack her things.She ripped off the pink sheets,the pink everything!She put on her own black Miami Ink bedding sheets and her black Marilyn Manson pillowcases.She took several pictures of her friends back home in Tennesse and pinned them to the wall.

She took out a fake obituary that her friend had sent in of Koneko.Her friends were really,truly weird.She smiled and giggled lightly as she pulled out a picture that she had done for a punk magazine.She had been a famous punk model back in Tennesse.She was supposed to move to Miami when she turned 18 (They messed up my grade.I am supposed to be a Freshman)).
The little 15 year old punkrocker girl sat on her bed and pulled clothes from her 4 luggage bags.She began to hang everything up in her side of the farthest closet.