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A shiny light grey BMW pulls up to Shermer Higher School at 6:55 a.m. Inside the car, a pretty mid-height girl with short, slightly curly red hair, dark brown eyes in a pink blouse with a knee length brown skirt and knee high brown boots, makes a face at the school and turns to her dad.
"I can't believe you can't get me out of this" The girl complains/whines pitifully in a typically snobbish teenage way. "I mean, it's so absurd, that I have to be here on a Saturday. It's not like I'm defective or anything!"
Her father sighs, obviously thinking of other things and says "I'll make it up to you" as he hands a small silver bag to her "Honey, ditching class to go shopping doesn't make you a defective. Now have a nice day." The girl huffs and rolls her eyes, stepping out of the car prissily clutching her bag and brown purse, wrapping her brown leather jacket around herself as she slams the door behind her and slowly makes her way into the school
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In a red Chrysler van a women with a scrunched up unpleasant face says sternly "Is this the first or the last time you do this?" As she says this, she glares at her son sitting next to her, daring him to be resentful or disrespectful. "The last." The boy says with a sigh, baby blues eyes shut in resignation, short blonde hair tucked under a black and orange beanie. A brown coat covering a green sweater and white under shirt. Beige khaki pants with high socks and converses cover his feet, making up his outfit for the day.
"Well get in there and use the time to your advantage" the women huffs angrily.
"Mom, we're not supposed to study. We're just supposed to sit there and do nothing" he protests weakly, already knowing his protest will be ignored. His mother's face scrunches up even more, "Well, mister you figure out a way to study."
"Yeah" the brother's younger sister's comments from the backseat. He gives her a dark look. "Well go!" His mother half-shouts disdainfully. He looks at her with a slightly resigned expression but gets out of the car, adjusting his backpack on his back and trudges up to the school.
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A tan truck pulls up behind the van, and inside a large gruff man looks at his son and comments "Hey, I screwed around. Guys screw around, there's nothing wrong with that. Except that you got caught, sport."
A stocky dirty blonde teen with sky blue green eyes in the front nods his head but continues staring heatedly out the front window. Dressed in a blue tank-top with a white t-shirt and hoodie over the top with his letterman jacket protecting him from the biting wind. Blue jeans and tennis shoes complete his typical American jock look. "Yeah, Mom already reamed me, alright?" He snaps, annoyed with his father's comment.
"You wanna miss a match" the father grunts harshly, angry with his son's tone. "You wanna blow your ride?" The teen shakes his head but looks out to the side to hide his irritation. "Now, no school is gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case." The father continues gruffly, glaring slightly at his son's disobedient and disappointing attitude. The teen looks blankly at his father and then steps out of the truck, slamming the truck door closed, storming up the steps to the school wishing the day could be over already.
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A tall scruffy young man with longish brown wavy hair and mischievous chocolate brown eyes, in a grey trench coat with a red scarf and black folded back combat boots with a red bandana around one of them, black fingerless gloves, and aviators walks slowly across the parking lot to the school. The coat covering a white long sleeve shirt, red flannel top, denim jacket, and ripped dark jeans. Walking across a lane, he doesn't flinch when a small blue car screeches to a stop, inches away.
Stepping out of the car is a mid-height girl with a charcoal grey skirt and black sweater covering a white tank top, with a grey tote bag and black knee-high boots. Messy brownish-black hair covers her face and dark soulful eyes, as she quietly shuts the car door, hesitating for a moment when the car stalls by the curb. She starts to turn back toward the car, only for it to jerk forward out of the parking lot. She stares after it for a moment, and sees a black truck turn into the parking lot. She turns and quietly stalks up the stairs into the school.
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In the black truck a mean scruffy man scowls at his wayward step-daughter in the front seat. "You better not be causing any more trouble today"
The short girl in the front seat scoffs, and picks at her black fingerless-gloved hands and mutters to herself "Yeah sure" her long pale blonde curls covered by a grey hood attached to a black leather jacket. Underneath is a light blue and grey flannel with a grey tank that has a Journey logo on it, an army dog tag, and dark grey shorts with black combat boots. Her black bag sits on her lap covered with buttons that have quotes and rock band logos on them.
"What did you say to me" her step-father yells angrily. She glances at him and her tan skin pales slightly, dark sapphire eyes lose some of their shine "I said that I'll try" she says sweetly. Hoping that he'll buy it. He glares at her for a moment and huffs angrily and says "You better, now get out of my car before you get in more trouble, and find a ride I'm having clients coming over tonight" The girl steps out of the car, rolling her eyes at the missed sarcasm and scrunching up her nose at the thought of her father's 'clients' coming over, ugh, more like drinking buddies and prostitutes, she thinks snidely, while nodding her head once at her step-father. She, none too gently, closes the truck door and slowly makes her way inside for another detention in hell. At least I'm not home with my idiot stepfather she thinks moodily, and then storms through the front doors, fully expecting the day to be one of the most boring in a long time.
