Sunday Santangelo-Theresa Reyes or Sunny as she's better known is an effervescent, talkative junior who truly just wants nothing more to stare at you wistfully from across the room and imagine the rest of her life with you if you're a cute boy (or, honestly, just a boy who was nice to her once if y...

Pepper anxiously wringed her hands as she waited for Patrick to retrieve her bag. She desperately needed something to do with her hands, lest they retreat back up into her sleeve with their ill-will toward her arm hair. She couldn’t do it now, though, not while all eyes were on her. It was her secre...

Pepper groaned internally as the trio discussed the possibility of splitting up and, subsequently, who wanted to 'take' her-- as if she were some starving puppy on the street. It was humiliating. Had the blistering sun not already reddened her face, the burgeoning flush of embarrassment would've bee...

Pepper stayed where she was following Tito’s departure, still crouched against the wall of what she suspected used to be someone’s home—though she knew not why someone would want to live in such a desolate place. Once again, a warm wind caused a symphony of clatter throughout the old town, disruptin...

There was a reason Pepper separated herself from the general populace of Alderbrook High, blending seamlessly into the hallowed halls as if they were a second home. People were scary. She wasn’t sure if it was the way she was brought up or a side-effect of her insecurities or if her brother dropped ...

Pepper didn’t hear Tito approaching through the ringing in her ears. Her stomach felt as if it were doing backflips, a heavy lump forming in her throat as nausea overtook her form. The unbearably dry heat did little to alleviate the storm in her stomach, she could practically feel the burn spreading...

Pepper Clarke, female no. 23, START She tried to ignore the fear, tried to will herself back to Alderbrook’s sleepy streets and unlocked doors, back to normalcy. There were times growing up where she’d cursed the so-called hovel of an apartment complex, disdain for the small rooms and the creaky fl...

Pepper froze under Delilah’s touch, her legs buckling uncomfortably as her friend ran a hand colder than ice over her face. She found herself searching Delilah’s eyes, desperate to find any flicker of the friend she knew back home buried beneath the frosty gaze. Anything. Any sign at all that this D...

Time seemed to move in slow motion, if not stopping all together as everything Pepper knew—or thought she knew—crumbled around her. Everything had gone to Hell on a speeding bullet. One moment, Patrick was talking to her about never having had a girlfriend, something she could painfully relate to, a...

** Pepper Clarke, female no. 23, continued from... I Can Hear the Bells Was anyone looking for them? It was a thought that had been dancing around Pepper Clarke’s mind since she and Patrick left the decrepit old town some time ago. Surely someone would realize they were missing, wouldn’t they? That...

“I-it’ll be alright, Del,” Pepper said softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she tried to coax her friend into following Leo. Shakily, she put a reassuring hand on Delilah’s shoulder and forced a smile, “You know I’m the w-worst liar, so trust me, ok?” With a small, albeit hesitant, nod and no...

Pepper kept her gaze fixated on the cracked, depressed looking streets as she and Delilah scouted for a place to rest for the night. Many of the houses had rotted through; bits of roof broken through and exposing the innards to the outside world, doors almost completely off their hinges and windows ...

** Pepper Clarke, female no. 23, continued from… From Where You're Kneeling The searing heat had long since lost its deadly edge, instead replaced by the cool embrace of the night air, but Pepper hadn’t yet managed to shake the temperature. Her face, burnt raw by the unforgiving sun, practically pe...

The trembling in Alli’s legs was unwavering, planted firmly despite the initial shock of exertion long gone. She’d been struggling to ignore the fear currently nipping at her, attempted to pretend it didn’t exist and tried be the strong person she promised herself she’d be. People were counting on h...

Allison Greene, Female student no. 24 Start Embers of pain smoldered deep within Alli's quads and calves, her athleticism proving invaluable as she bounded up the spiraling stairs, each step injecting that much more hope that the top was near. Her issued duffel bag, one of fifty-odd duplicates, swu...