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[FLYNN DONOVAN]

FLYNN DONOVAN

It didn't matter what I tried to do, everything just came out wrong. There was just something about me, I guess, that made adults think, "Hey, that kids a brat and he's definitely going to cause some trouble." Don't get me wrong, I don't think I'm a bad kid. I mean, everybody makes mistakes, but that doesn't mean I do everything on purpose.

Speaking of mistakes, the one I made today was probably the worst one yet. I had been hanging around town lately, trying to make some normal, mortal friends. Can you fault me for that? What's so wrong with wanting to be a normal guy? Anyways, one thing lead to another, and I was outside the stop and steal, hanging out with the seniors from the high school. Well, I'll be damned if they weren't the ones causing the problems. All of a sudden, one of the cashiers came running out, waving his arms at me and yelling and shouting. I just stood there like a complete idiot, a bored look on my face. Then one of the guys just happens to pull a magazine out of my bag, which was sitting on the ground at my feet. Apparently, I had taken it and not paid for it. That's the thing, though. I don't steal.

So now here I am, trying not to go completely insane in the gym of the Caster Academy. It was actually a really nice building. The outside was all red brick with Ivy and all that crap, but the inside was really modern and stuff. You can't really hate on it, though. At least it has air conditioning. (Gatlin High sure doesn't.) The gym was really big, too. Bigger than any normal gym. I was in the corner by the equipment room door. I was trying to think of something to do before I went inside looking for equipment. I was thinking basketball, but after my whole ordeal with the guys - big basketball players - I wasn't really looking towards that idea. I couldn't play catch; I didn't have anyone to play with.

Finally I decided that sitting on the bleachers was a better idea. I quickly leaped up to the top steps, lying flat on my back. I wanted to be anywhere but here, really, but I was stuck. So, like the lonely little person I was, I illusioned the cab of a fighter jet around me. Hey, I'm a tad bit obsessed. But right now, it was the better than the real world. And I felt that just as long as I could sit here and pretend I was somewhere else, the longer I could put away the impending trouble that was bearing down on me at an incredibly fast speed.

[ROXANNE MCLEOD]

are O X A N N E
i'm sexy and i know it.

Yeah. That right there? It's pretty much my theme song. I live by it. I'm sexy, and, let's face it... six year old children walking down the street know it. Don't get me wrong, I'm not that arrogant, but every single time that overplayed song comes on the radio, I can't help thinking they wrote it just for me. Let's face facts, honey. If one songwriter got a good look at me, I'd be everywhere.

Now, don't ask me why today of all days I was walking to the gym. I was wearing sandals, short-shorts, and a tight tank top. Not exactly sportswear, but for some reason I was looking for some quiet time or something. Or maybe it was just the usual me, looking for somebody out there to do my bidding. Which I tend to do quite often, actually.

I quickly swung the gym door wide open, and it banged against the wall before the springs caught it. I stood for a moment, studying the gym. It was completely freaking empty. Not exactly the best place to scope out guys in my state of boredom and loneliness. At least, I thought it was empty until I saw some poor sap, sitting on a bench and looking sad. Poor... sap. I quickly stalked over, heels echoing across the gym.

"Now, hon," I said condescendingly as I approached him, speaking like I was talking to a kindergartener. "You really should make some friends." Granted, not the best that I've ever come up with, but still. I folded my arms to wait for his reply.

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[FLYNN DONOVAN]

donovan

I jumped half a mile in the air when some chick stalked across the gym, talking to me and walking like she owned the world. And, I guess, with a skirt that short, she probably did. I half-scrambled to make the illusion I had disappear, but it was gone. Long gone before she had even walked into the gym.

I quickly glanced at the clock on the wall, ignoring her rude comment for now. I didn't really want to listen to her at all. Judging by the time I had gotten here, I had been here almost an hour. I sat up, rubbing my back to get rid of the feeling of the hard, cold, metal bleachers beneath me. I quickly stood up, narrowing my eyes at her. "I've got friends," I said quickly, then almost slapped myself in the face.

First of all, I lied. I don't have much in the way of friends, and no family at all. I'm a complete and total loner. Second, that's probably the worst comeback in the world, not that I could do better. I've never been one for dishing it out, so I've always just been picked on anyways. I folded my arms and stepped down from the bleachers so that I wasn't towering over her.

"And you? What are you doing here? Don't you have better things to do than terrorize a poor, innocent guy like me?" Yeah, right.

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[ROXANNE MCLEOD]

are O X A N N E

I huffed, flipping my silky hair over my shoulder and rolling my beautiful peepers. I hitched up my skirt higher - even though it was practically a belt as it is - and tugged my shirt even lower, tilting my head before I gave him my best pouty face, trying to look as tragic as possible. After all, it was time to switch tactics.

"Honey, I've had a rough day too," I murmured, pursing my lips and trying to look cute. Ah, screw it. I'm gorgeous enough as it is. Trying to look cute and innocent is beyond me. I let out a loud laugh and playfully moved closer to him. Not that he was my type, but I flirt with any and every guy. I know most of them would kill for me. Especially if I asked - or rather told - them to.

"Who am I kidding? I can't do the innocent act. Name's Roxanne. I'm sexy and you most definitely know it." I slipped him a wink and a playful nudge with my shoulders. "And who are you?"

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[FLYNN DONOVAN]

Rough day? Clearly, I needed to get this chick a dictionary. I'm assuming that she didn't get accused of stealing. Obviously, she has never struggled to fit in anywhere, so I think it is safe to believe that she hadn't just been shunned by the first friends she's actually had in a whole long time. Rough day? Im sure of it. Yet before I could really belt out what I was feeling she laughed and dropped the act, introducing herself.

"Uh, Flynn Donovan. Call me Donovan." Somehow I managed to make my normal, casual greeting sound dumb. Lame. Stupid. Like i should be wearing need glasses and spewing calculus. Yeah, no. It was aggravating.

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