The school seemed suddenly empty.
Dirt dusted the hallway floors, waiting to be swept up. Dusty were drawn over them vastly. Lights were lined the walls, waiting for their masters to open them. Doors were closed, waiting to be opened. Windows were shut. Blinds
And suddenly, activity rose.
A single man, dressed in a blue overall suit with black shoes and a black cap, stood sunkenly in the middle of the hallway. He eyed the dirty hallway, inspecting every single tiny crevice. He then sprang into action. He turned the lights on automatically. He began sweeping the delicate hallways away, sweeping away the dirt and dust. He unlocked and opened all of the doors and drew the blinds open. Last, but not least, he opened the windows, letting the warm, fresh summer air take hold of the cold winter air.
More activity rose.
Other people, dressed professionally, entered their rooms and began to sweep away the dust of the night. Then came the kids.
Not just any kids. Freshmans, Sophmores, Juniors, and Seniors.
The highschoolers.
They were naive and young. All of them. Didn't know that value of a dollar or how to care for a young child. They didn't care.
These highschoolers didn't know how hard it took to support a family, they didn't know how hard life is when there are $3,000 worth of bills flying in the door. They didn't know life from death.
All they cared about was sex.
All boys are out for one thing, and that is to get a girl in their bed. They want to wake up and see a sexy, naked girl lying beside them. And most of them are commited to their sports. After all, sports make them lean and fit. They get their perfect bodies from the work of a sport.
All girls want is their friends. They sit in class all day and text their friends the social keywords of 'lol' and 'lmfao' or 'wtf' or even 'omg'. Those are the most common. There are tons more. These girls are also more self-conscience than the guys. They have to be lean and fit 24/7 to be liked. Their looks also matter, so they splatter make-up on their faces to make them look prettier.
Some girls and guys aren't like that, though.
Some guys are sweet at heart. They still play sports, but have a soft spot for their signifigant other. They treat their lady like she's a queen.
Some girls' dreams are just to get married and have kids. That's all they want.
Babies.
Babies.
Babies...
At West Falcon High, there are five groups.
Jocks and Cheerleaders.
Sexy and hot.
Nerds and geeks.
Fat and ugly.
And the Breakaways.
The Breakaways weren't your average group of boys.
They were all girls.
They dispersed into different types, but most of them were the groups that wanted kids at young ages.
Young ages meaning fourteen, fifteen, and sixteen.
There were atleast six of these groups known containing nothing under five people.
There was one group in particular that wanted kids more than anything.
And this is where the story begins.