Blairewood High School was known for being an average high school. There was no reputation of extensive violence, but there were no prior instances of amazing talents coming from Blairewood. The slight light from the sunrise shed bright waves toward the school, revealing its normal, orange demeanor. If there was to be an aura around the school, it would be one of scheduled business and a boring faculty. The empty hallways all looked similar to the next, making navigating somewhat difficult to new students. It appeared that the only thing that ever changed were the people sitting around every corner. Of course, at this time of the morning, almost no one was at the school. Most of the students didn't come until they were in a race with the first late bell. Yes, Blairewood was a typical high school is suburbian Maryland, but little did anyone know that inside the prison of a school was holding the two most important people for the future of human survival...
"I hate mornings," A pale asian-looking girl dropped her backpack on the floor and slid down the lockers until her butt hit the floor with a slight 'thud.' Her big, brown eyes drooped as she looked around the hallway for a moment. Yawning lightly, she stretched her arms out, pressing lightly against the two girls that sat to each side of her.
"Hey! You are inside my personal bubble!" The girl to her right exclaimed. Everything about this girl was animated: from her short body to her actions to her clothes to her facial expressions. She was obviously filipino from her skin color and eye shape.
"Uh... I was going to say 'good morning,' but apparently it's not," The third girl replied, her small mouth stretching into a smile. Her face was round and fairly chubby although her tall body was very muscular, borderlining fat. Her small blue eyes squinted some as she pulled out her ear buds, since she had been listening to music.
"No it's not... If it's morning, then it's not good," The middle girl, Lauren, scoffed. She then tried parting her bangs to stay out of her bangs, but no matter how much she struggled with her deep dark brown hair, it wouldn't budge from splitting down the middle, "Ugh! Stupid hair!"
"I'm sorry your hair isn't as awesome as mine," The only caucasian of the three, Lara, replied, then recieving a glare from Lauren. Shutting up then, Lara put her iPod away and ran her hand through her long brunette hair.
"Aha... ha," The filipino, Bernice, chuckled awkwardly. Her short hair framed her face, emphasizing her normal cute expressions as well as the ones that Lara and Lauren would describe as "derpy."
Normally in the morning, the three of them were either tired, delusional from lack of sleep, or were hyped on sugar or coffee, so keeping up conversation was always interesting. However, if an outsider were to try and listen to their conversation, it would be extremely difficult to figure what they were talking about one hundred percent. A lot of their talking were miscellaneous noises and inside jokes, which normally had some sort of strange noise, such as Lara would constantly tell Bernice, "Er er er, meow." The three girls talked for about forty-five minutes until the bell rung to indicate that they should all move to their first period. Strangely enough, all of their classes were close together, if they were not in the same class.
"Bye, Lauren! See you in AP Government!" Lara and Bernice waved to their good friend as they parted ways. Bernice and Lara walked to the engineering class room, whereas Lauren walked to the girl's locker room to change for woman's weight training, which was right next door. It didn't seem odd to Lauren that she was in that class, even though she would never sign up for it in her life. She just assumed that her counselor either made a mistake or assumed that she needed to bulk up a little.
"Ugh, I really hope we just do nothing in this class... I'm so tired," Lara whined lightly. Every day she complained about the exact thing: she didn't get enough sleep. Most would think that as annoying, but Bernice and Lauren seemed to tolerate it, since they never really heard Lara complain about anything else.
"Mrs. Yeates better show a movie or something... I'm just feeling lazy," Bernice grinned lightly as they entered the classroom. It was a moderately sized room with a bunch of black desks lined up in rows. At one side of the room, though, there were a bunch of computers, where the students would either do their work or play games all period. Either way, almost everyone in that class passed with an A average.
"Luckily it's Friday, so at least we don't have to wake up early tomorrow. And we get to hang out! Woo! Just like any other weekend..." Lara bit her lip some at the last comment. It seemed that the three of them were the only close friends they had. Sometimes that fact was comforting, other times, it was quite uncomfortable how well they knew each other.
"We're so cool," Bernice stated and took her seat in the front row of tables, Lara sitting next to her. The two of them grew silent as the late bell rang and the teacher started talking. Strangely enough, this was the class that Bernice enjoyed the most while at the same time hating it. She was very much interested in computers and the science that comes with working with them, but she completely dispised the irrelevant math to it and the techniques that wouldn't help her when it came to working with electronics, such as when she, Lara, and this other girl in their class, Erika, had to make a little contraption with gears, pullies, inclined planes and other such simple machines.
Either way, the day dragged on like a snail on a sheet of salt. By the time the final bell rung, Lauren, Bernice and Lara were so excited to do the one thing they did almost every month; they would go to Lara's house, then walk to the nearby CVS to buy massive amounts of junk, just to go back to Lara's house and watch stupid videos on demand on Lara's HD television.
"Listen, boy! My first love story! Oo-wah-oh! Oo-wah-oh, yeah!" The girls sang/screamed as they walked next to the busy street. Cars zoomed past them, drowning out the sound of their joyful yelling. It was now, when barely anyone would hear their voices, that they would break out of their shells and be their undoubtfully, uncensored, weird selves. To each side of the girls was some sort of barrier, isolating themselves from the world while somehow being on display. To their left was the road, where passerbys simply glanced at them, not really paying much attention to the three. To the right of the sidewalk they were walking on was a picket fence, which separated the homeowners next to the road from the busy street. Lauren and Bernice walked in front of Lara, a little skip in their step.
"Lara! Get your butt up here!" Lauren exclaimed as she glanced over her shoulder.
"There's not enough room for my big butt!" Lara chuckled as she walked behind the two girls. For some reason, whenever the three of them walked together, Lara always placed herself behind Bernice and Lauren. No matter how much they insisted, she always found a reason to stay behind them.
"Come on! You're not that fat!" Bernice rolled her eyes some and smiled lightly, looking forward as they walked.
"You would be surprised!" Lara grinned and watched the road. Her slight smile quickly turned into a frown as her eyes averted to a dark van. The windows were tinted, matching the midnight black paint of the rest of the car. However, what caught Lara's attention, though, was the lincense plate, which read "JAG15," and their speed of approximately 6 miles per hour. As if their day dreams of a James Bond lifestyle came alive, the van's window slowly opened, revealing the barrell of a gun, held steadily by a masked man. Quickly, yet casually, Lara put her hand in her pocket and yelled to the two girls in front of her, "Get down!"
A couple miliseconds after the brunette screamed those words, a loud 'bang' shot through the air as Lauren and Bernice fell to the ground.
"Holy crap!" The two girls started to panic, their minds not comprehending the situation and their adrenaline pulsating through their veins.
"Run!" Lara demanded as she revealed her own firearm and pulled the trigger, hitting the gunman right in between the two eye holes on the mask.
"Don't need to tell me twice!" Lauren exclaimed and quickly got up, Bernice latching onto Lauren's wrist before they ran as far from the car as they could. Their thoughts were jumbled as they sprinted, their minds not allowing their eyes to comprehend their surrounding as they were. Instead, everything appeared psychadelic and randomly compounded. Needless to say, neither girls have ran so fast away from something in their lives.
Meanwhile, Lara loaded her gun as she kept an eye on the car. She thought through how to deal with this situation in her head. If the driver kept on going away from her, she would just run to Bernice and Lauren to see if they were okay. However, the car made a U turn before heading towards Lara on the left side of te road, creating an obstacle for the innocent drivers trying to avoid this shoot out. Quietly cursing under her breath, Lara soon realized that the gun the passenger had been carrying was now in the driver's hand and pointed at her. A shot was then fired at the blue eyed girl before she could finish loading her gun and shoot. Luckily, the bullet hit the fence, creating a huge hole chest-level to the girl. Thinking quickly, she jumped up and used the hole as a support to get over the fence. Now covered by the wooden barrier, Lara ran the only way that was allowable by the homes built there: along the trail of picket fence. Not making a noise, Lara ran as fast as she could while preparing her gun. A path of bullets followed her as she ran, jumping over the occassional lawn flamingo. Luckily for her, the bullets never got so close as to slice some of her hair. Soon enough, though, the fence ended and Lara was exposed to the driver, who aimed for the tall teenager, but was shot in the chest three times before he had the chance.
"Well, that's enough excersize for a week," Lara chuckled and took a deep breath, then started running in the direction Bernice and Lauren had run, hoping she would catch up with them.
Disclaimer: I own pretty much everything in the story... Well, with an exception of obvious things, such as I don't own CVS or creepy dark vans or guns. Either way, I hope you all enjoyed! I won't ask you to R&R because it gets annoying, but if you want to review this story, I wouldn't be sad. :)