1. Introduction 2. Love 3. Light 4. Dark 5. Seeking Solace 6. Break Away 7. Heaven 8. Innocence 9. Drive 10. Breathe Again 11. Memory 12. Insanity 13. Misfortune 14. Smile 15. Silence 16. Questioning 17. Blood 18. Rainbow 19. Gray 20. Fortitude 21. Vacation 22. Mother Nature 23. Cat 24. No Time 25. Trouble Lurking 26. Tears 27. Foreign 28. Sorrow 29. Happiness 30. Under the Rain 31. Flowers 32. Night 33. Expectations 34. Stars 35. Hold My Hand 36. Precious Treasure 37. Eyes 38. Abandoned 39. Dreams 40. Rated 41. Teamwork 42. Standing Still 43. Dying44. Two Roads 45. Illusion 46. Family 47. Creation 48. Childhood 49. Stripes 50. Breaking the Rules 51. Sport 52. Deep in Thought 53. Keeping a Secret 54. Tower 55. Waiting 56. Danger Ahead 57. Sacrifice 58. Kick in the Head 59. No Way Out 60. Rejection 61. Fairy Tale 62. Magic 63. Do Not Disturb 64. Multitasking 65. Horror 66. Traps 67. Playing the Melody 68. Hero 69. Annoyance 70. 67% 71. Obsession 72. Mischief Managed 73. I Can't 74. Are You Challenging Me 75. Mirror 76. Broken Pieces 77. Test 78. Drink 79. Starvation 80. Words 81. Pen and Paper 82. Can You Hear Me? 83. Heal 84. Out Cold 85. Spiral 86. Seeing Red 87. Food 88. Pain 89. Through the Fire 91. Drowning 92. All That I Have 93. Give Up 94. Last Hope 95. Advertisement 96. In the Storm 97. Safety First 98. Puzzle 99. Solitude100. Relaxation

The Themes.
Note: I will not go in order, whatever I get inspiration for, I will write.

Introduction

The first time she saw him they weren't introduced. They didn't want to be. For all she cared he was some kid who was dirt poor, violent and surprisingly popular. For all he cared she was rich, spoiled and surprisingly unpopular. Greenwood Junior High had a population of about 2000 kids. They were just two. But these two fates were intertwined, for better or for worse. They met in detention. For the 16th time that school year Thalia Peterson had broken the school clothing policy. She wore the skirt 3 inches too short, she had put on mismatching socks that morning, one orange and one pink and green striped. The make- up was a bit much for a 7th grade girl and the blouse was unbottoned with a black tank top with "Green Day" written on it. Compared to Luke's current attire though, she looked like a saint. His tie was loose and his sleeves pushed up. The gray pants were stained with dirt, as well as the white shirt, though there was also blood intermingled on the upper garment. For the 4th time that month Luke Castellan had been in a fight. He may have been the school's 'most eligible bachlour' according to Anna Meyers, he might have been captain of the track team, but his family life was messed up. Ever since Becca Castellan had died, Luke's mother hadn't been able to handle life. She had taken up drugs, smoking and drinking all in one week and ever since he was 8 he had had to deal with her ragging on him, a horrible stepfather and a bullying step brother. Of course, he would never let anyone know that, but it was the truth. Blood covered or not as soon as the 3:00 bell rang they headed down to the familiar detention room. Both greeted Mr. P, the discipline teacher, as if they were old pals. In fact, they had been there so often Mr. P. greeted them by their first names and looked sympathetically at Luke's bloody face.

"Let me guess, either another fight or you got hit by a bus." he said jokingly. Luke sighed, taking a seat behind Thalia.

"Mark Dylan. He knows my mom's an addict, he was being a jerk so I broke his collar bone. He broke my nose." he said in a monotone. Mr. P. tsked and shook his head.

"You kids never leanr do you? Is it really that hard to dress the way Principal Murray says to?" he said, directing the question at Thalia who was seated in the front row. She put her feet up on the chair of the nearest desk so she was sitting sideways. She shrugged.

"She has no idea of individuality and her fashion sense is similar to my grandmother's. Figures, as they're probably about the same age." she huffed. Mr. P. shook his head again. They sat for a quarter of an hour in silence before Mr. P. looked at the clock.

"Okay, I have to go out and pick out something at the laundromat. If I promise to bring doughnuts will you keep out of trouble?" The response was the same as always. A grunt of approvel from Luke and a world weary nod from Thalia. Usually they were alone in detention though. Mr. P. grabbed his jacket and left. As soon as the door closed Thalia stood up. She turned to him and looked him in the eyes, he met them, dark blue meeting light.

"He doesn't come back until 4:30." she stated, a smile on her glossed lips. The 9th grader shrugged.

"I know." he said, bored of the routine. It was the same as always, except now some infamous 12 year old was there. Great. Was there anyone who hadn't heard of Thalia Peterson? Her mother was in all the tabloids, drinking, partying and wasting money. His mother complained about people like that, but still read those magazines religously. She gave him a condesending look, as if she doubted he had two braincells to rub together.

"So... are you coming?" she asked as if it was obvious.

"Coming where?" he asked raising a blond eyebrow. She sighed and shook her head.

"I don't know, somewhere. I'm not going to stay here for an hour and fifteen minutes." she said, crossing to the door. She looked back at him, her long black hair spinning around her. "You look like hell by the way."

He blinked. He had been in dentention tons of times, but never thought of going out. Usually it dampened his rebellious instincts, until the next day. He got up as well and walked over, his hand resting on the doorknob.

"Thanks for that." he said, replying to her comment on his apperance. "Come on, I'm in the mood for ice cream what about you?"

She smiled then, a mischivous smile that made her face seem friendly, more her age.

"I'm Thalia." she said, as if he had earned an introduction. He smiled back a little.

"I know. I'm Luke."

"I know. So, chocolate mint chip, or carmel swirl?" she asked. It took him a minute to realise she was talking about ice cream.

"Neither, I prefer Moose Tracks." and something there started a friendship, a love that would survive all odds.

Like it? I hope so! I plan to do more describing next time. Names borrowed from Susi! NOTE: I'm looking for a beta. If you are one, or you know of one, PM me!