((Continued from: Empty Hallways )) Meri Lennart wasn't as great as she pretended to be. She wasn't stellar in her grades. A's were nice and all, but when you're at P.J. Gilroy anything lower was immedieate death. What was once a huge accomplishment at her former school, Gerald Ford Middle School, ...

Name: Rischio, Erick [Nickname: Rik/Rick/Ryk (all three ways have been used to spell his nickname before) & Risch/Rischi... Also, Richard & Erdick, Air-Rick, etcetera] Gender: Male Age: 16 Grade: 10th School: Bathurst High Extra Curricular Activities: None. He once was on the baseball team ...

Name: Firenze, Jean Gender: Male Age: 17 Grade: 11th (Mr. Duana's Class 11C) School: Franklyn Senior Extra Curricular Activities: n/a Description: Puts others before himself. Happy, pretty much. Hopeful. Lives in the present. A little on the naive side. Extremely gullible. Weak ego, always finds a ...

OVERHAUL! Name: Lennart, Meri Gender: Female Age: 14 Grade: 9th School: P.J. Gilroy Academy Extra Curricular Activities: tba Description: Meri would've gone to a school like Hobbs or Bathurst, but on her eighth grade year she enrolled in a scholarship program that got her into Gilroy for free. It w...

Lavender was glad she didn't have to pay, because she really was broke. Her parents used all her spare change the other night for pizza. It wasn't like the Heart family was poor, or anything, it was just that her parents were too lazy to open up their wallets so they simply took it from their daught...

"No, no one deserves that, you included. Not at this age, anyway." Okay, a few girls in some of her classes did come to mind, but for the sake of returning to relative seriousness, they needed not be mentioned. Teenage pregnancy was a delicate subject, joking circumstance or not. Lav shoul...

Lavender's body shook. Her voice was at a low whisper, "Mariavel, I'm pregnant." The words were just a hollow repeat of what was already stated. Echoing out of her used body, they sounded worst a second time. "I'm pregnant and you're the father." Now, her body was shaking from la...

"Mariavel, I don't want you to say anything else until I'm finished speaking, okay?" She place a hand on her friend's shoulder, speaking her words slowly and deliberately. "Do you remember that party months, weeks ago? The one that smelled kind of funny?" Lavender looked away, he...

Oh! What a pleasant surprise. Mariavel, her best friend of all folks to nearly give her a heart attack. At first, there was a wave of slight nausea as she thought more about ending her skipping spree, but it soon withered to happiness. Because, why not? Lavvy had spent several days too long without ...

((Continued from: How Many Ways Can You Define the Word "Cow"? )) Things looked better up close, and the shoreline was no different. Despite having lived here for years, this was actually Lavender's first proper look at the 'line. Before, the view had been tinted, tilted and filtered with...

Erick Rischio rubbed the wet rag so hard on the stove that he thought his fingers would burst. The pounding of an old Anthrax album coming from the basement kept him from sleep. Every now and then, Joe Belladonna's vocals would filter through with a rip-roaring guitar riff, reaching up from under th...

It didn't matter to him what the kids did now anymore. They had all stepped up close enough to watch the fireworks. Time for the end. It was a fine run, but not fine enough. Expected, since the two sides were unfair. One side was loaded with weaponry, the other with three people. Kids had the right ...

What're you mad? McLocke sneered a la Elvis, then pointed his gun to his own head, contemplating what to do next. Muster up strength and kill the kid before it was too late, or just continue to lie here? If he chose the last, then he'd run out of material before the end. Sighing like a disappointed...

The shout sounded more like a strangled hiss. One round to the leg, another one to his back (good for him that the kevlar there was still intact). McLocke hit the ground, choking out another foreign sound. Darn. It. The smoke had covered verything by then, allowing perfect escape. Not good enough, t...

Trick number two, children. The amazing removal act. Simple to the eyes but complexities galore, like all good tricks are meant to be. Feast your eyes on this one, and do remember to watch closely. Blink and you might miss it! McLocke let go of the "throat" pistol, allowing it to fall to ...