Blossom
Blossom walks outside and looks around, the smell of green grass filling her nose, and the warm breeze blowing on her hair and her face.
She loves where she lives, it's so warm and comforting, and there's hardly any noise to destract from the beauty.
Where she lives is deep in the country, on her dad's large farm. With just her dad and her sisters, Bubbles and Buttercup.
"Mornin Blossom." Bubbles says, opening the screen door and waking out beside her. "watcha doin?"
Blossom smiles and looks at her blonde sister. Her sisters and her are triplets but she's the first one out, so she's always thought of Bubbles as her younger sibling, her youngest actually. Right after buttercup, who had came out second.
"Nothin, just lookin at the sun rise. It's sure pretty!" She says, her eyes growing big with happines.
"I heard we're suppose to be gettin some new kids comin to school today!" Bubbles says, also enjoying the landscape.
At this their other sister walks out. "Yea" Seh says, joining the conversation. "But I heard they're from the city. Ya think they'll be jerks like in all those movies on TV?"
Bubbles shakes her head. "Nah, they just do that so we'll stay here and not go to the city, they want us to stay here and farm 'n' stuff."
Blossom nods in agreement and they all walk inside to get their things ready for school. They are all excited to see the new students and see if they are, actually, like the television movies say that they are.
Brick
Brick walks outside and scowls. Why is it so open and quiet here? He's much more use to the light and noise and pollution of the city.
His brother Boomer walks out and stands beside him, head phones in his ear. He's also had trouble adjusting to the quiet, so he keeps his volume turned all the way up.
"what'cha listening to?" Brick asks, not even verry loudly, but Boomer still hears him perfectly.
"All the beautiful people by Marilyn Manson" He says looking over to his brother, older than him by only a few minutes.
"I didn't know you liked Marilyn Manson?" Brick says, suprised since Boomer has always been the sensitive one of his brothers.
"I don't" Boomer replied. "But It's so quiet here, I pick the loudest songs I could from Butch's lap-top and synced them onto my music player so I could drown out the quiet."
Brick nods, too bad his music player is completely dead or he would do the same thing and avoid the, almost scary, silence.
"So, they have a bus coming to pick us up?" Butch asks, walking out of their house, his head phones around his neck, Brick can hear them clearly. The song 'Irresponsible Hate Anthem' By Marilyn Manson playing kloudly.
"Yep." Brick says "weird right?" He asks, since in the city they were so close to the school, and almost everyone just walked to it.
"I know." Boomer and butch say at the same time. Looking at each other and smirking afterwards.
Almost as if on que the big yellow bus pulls up and the doors open, inviting the boys in for the ride to school.
When the boys step onto the bus the doors close and the driver starts driving down the road, in a direction that the boys can only assume is the way to school.
Boomer
Boomer looks around for a place to sit, it's not that there are a lot of people on the bus, there actually aren't that many, but the ones that are here are all in small sections of the bus, and he isn't sure where he and his brothers would be allowed to sit.
Near the back, but not exactly there, he sees some boys, all blonde like him, and all in baggy overalls. Something he would never be caught dead in.
Just a bit up there are three girls, one with red hair, one with blonde hair, and one with black hair. They all look friendly, but you never know how people will act by the way they look.
Once more traveling up he sees a girl with poofy red hair sitting beside a girl with teased brown hair, they look like girls you would expect to see in the city, with too mush makeup and too much hair.
At least some familiarity there, something he can find that reminds him of home, not that he would ever want to sit near them, they're absolutely hideous.
Lost in his thoughs, Boomer doesn't notice that the blonde girl from the group of three had aproached him, he notices though when she taps on his shoulder.
"Uh. . .Yea?" He asks, thinking that he somehow offended her, what if having your hand in your pocket was some form of flipping someone off here?
She giggles. "I don't know if you noticed, but you and your brothers have been standing up here for 'bout 4 minutes. If ya want you can sit in front of my and me."
Boomer's face glows red and he turns to his brothers, who both nod, embarrased as well oubout hearing how long they've been standing there like idiots.
The boys follow the blonde girl back to her seat and sit in front of her and her 'sisters' as she had said earlier.
"Uh" Boomer says looking embarrased. "Thanks for letting us sit here." He looks up at the girl.
She giggles and the one with black hair rolls her eyes, she's the one that responds to Boomer 'thank you'
"Ya know it's a bus, you're allowed to sit wherever ya want." She says, souding kind of angry.
Butch
Butch raises his eyebrow at how rude this black haired girl is being to his younger, blonde, brother.
"You know, she's right, we should go, she doesn't seem too happy that we sat here." he says angrily. to which the girl only rolls her eyes.
The red headed girl scowls and reaches over, loking at her black haird sister. "Buttercup, ya could be a little nicer!" She says. "These boys are new 'round here, don't give 'em the wrong impression!"
Butch smirks at the black haired girl, waiting for an appoligy, but it's obvious by the way she's scowling that she isn't going to give him one.
He rolls his eyes and turns around, but still listening to the conversation that Boomer is having with the blonde one.
"So." he hears her say. "would you boys lwant me and my sisters to show yall around?" She asks.
Then Boomer's reply comes directly after. "Oh, yea, that would be wonderful actually! That way we won't get lost or anything!"
The blonde girl giggles. "Great!" She says. "We can tell and I'm sure he'd let us have the day off, all of us, to show yall around! He loves new kids!"
Butch roll shis eyes and pulls his head phoned over his ears, the song 'monster' by Skillet bursting through his ear drums.
All he can think is that today is sure to be one of the longet days of his entire life.
(A/N so? what do you think? I'm from Jackson county Kentucky, and most people consider us to be really country and red-neck, and most of us are, but some people, like me, really enjoy english class and want to go to a far away college, and don't use slang, but i tried to write the country parts based on the way that most of my friends talk. And any music that I use in any of my stories, you can be sure that I like those artists and songs! Byeas!~)