this ain't a scene__emily!?

[lyric anne armstrong]

at night we're painting your trash gold, while you sleep, crashing not like hips or cars. no more like p-p-p-parties.

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new places always had lyric scared stiff. she couldn't explain exactly what she was afraid of, or why her hands were sweaty and she couldn't seem to speak with the same fluidness she usually did. all she knew was that newness scrambled her brain like the eggs she'd eaten for breakfast. the first day of being a freshman in a new town was the perfect setup for lyric to be practically shaking with nerves.

lyric kept telling herself that she really shouldn't panic so much about finding her classes, that the math teacher wasn't only glaring at her, and that everyone else in the hallways were tripping over their own feet, too, but she was still nervous. the morning classes went by, and she didn't make a single new friend, because it seemed like her tongue weighed a lot more than usual. she whole-heartedly hoped that she'd get used to the business of school again quickly.

lunch came as an immense relief, at first. maybe she could get lost in a book or her ipod, and then when she finally noticed people were filing out of the room, she'd be the calm, level-headed girl she usually was. but when she walked into the lunchroom, she realized this wouldn't work, because it was loud. she'd make herself deaf trying to be able to listen to her ipod, and nevermind her trying to read.

lyric scanned the large crowd of the cafeteria, having absolutely no clue what to do. she didn't need to buy lunch, because she'd packed her own (vegetarian) meal this morning; it was in a brown paper bag in her backpack. so all she had to do was figure out where to sit.. but where? she was new to this school, but she was smart enough to know that picking a seat at lunch was dangerous business. her eyes scanned the crowd carefully, looking for some nice nerds, shy and nervous like she was today, to sit by. apparently all the nerds were hiding, though, because the only people that she found staring back at her were intimidating people -- populars, jocks, punks, etc.

lyric was used to be stared at; her bright hair and non-mainstream clothing tended to draw attention. today was no exception to the staring, and as lyric pushed through the crowds, looking for a table, she felt herself jabbed in the side a couple of times, too. she could've sworn that one of those times, she heard the phrase "freshman FREAK!" shouted at her. but, despite her nerves, she simply held her head up high and ignored the stupid people as she normally did. harassment was manageable, at least until they started throwing things.

after a good five minutes (that seemed like an hour), lyric found a slightly less intimidating table with an opening spot at the end. running her fingers through her hair, which was already slightly wavy despite her straightening it this morning, she fixed the hair clip in her fringe before moving forward. closest to the open spot on the table was a brunette girl whose face lyric could not see. wiping her still-damp hands on her black skinny jeans, lyric tapped the girl on the shoulder. may i sit here? she shouted over the noise, and pointed to the seat.

ooc; i'm a bit rusty, sorry. ):

[emily jordan]

emily was bored. no, she was more than bored. she was dying of boredom. she sighed, putting her head on her hand, her elbow resting against the table. she used her other hand to trace patters on the table top, ignoring everyone else in the room. she hadn't eaten anything and she rarely did. just an apple and usually she brought a drink from home. emily moved her head and put her hand into her bag, pulling out her bottle of orange juice and putting it on the table. she closed her bag and then undid the top on her bottle, bringing it to her lips and taking a drink. with a small sigh, she put it back on the table and then put her elbow back where it was before. she put her head on her hand again, looking at her bottle and then looking up from time to time. she didn't sit with anyone. usually the other kids from vocal adrenaline would come and sit with her but today, she was alone. frowning at herself, she moved her hand and turned her body so she was fully straight and leaning against the table. she lifted her hand to her bottle again, took another drink and then put it back where it was. her hand then went under the table and she watched some of the other students walk into the hall.

emily had never really been bullied throughout her time at school. she'd been blanked a few times, but the people who'd blanked her had been dealt with. she'd fitted in when vocal adrenaline started, finding her place within a group. she could sing, well. even if she did say so herself. her daddy had always said she needed to record her songs and make a cd. she'd always told him she'd rather get through school first. she wanted to get big in a different place. not ohio. although, she'd love to be big in ohio and then get well known throughout the entire world. it was her dream, really. well, to just get famous in the first place. she blinked the daydream away and then looked around the cafeteria, raising her eyebrows at the others. jocks. she steered clear of them. even though they didn't really do anything to her, she was still intimidated by them. she shook her head, frowning when she heard shouting. again, she ignored it. as usual.

the girl took her off guard. emily turned her head to look at this girl. oh, she was a new girl. emily hadn't seen her around school before, meaning she was new to em. she looked at the chair beside her, shaking her head slowly. yeah. she said simply, looking at her bottle. she took another drink and then waited for the girl to sit down. the girl's hair was pretty amazing. em loved her hair but this person's was just a work of art. it was bright red and stood out. her clothes stood out, too. em always wore dressed because she knew they suited her. em smiled slightly, tilting her head at the girl. i'm emily but you probably know that. she sighed. what's your name? she'd be nice to this girl, even if everyone else shunned her.


done bby. ilu. <3