Chapter Two.

Disclaimer: I do not own Silent Hill or any of the characters used. I own only the story itself.

This is a high school AU. None of the events of Silent Hill have occurred, and some facts about the characters and the setting have been changed to match this AU. If you have any questions regarding these changes, please feel free to PM me. No flames, please.

Warning: Eventual slash, minor cursing

The rest of the class period went smoothly. The remainder of the class introduced themselves, though Murphy instantly forgot who they were. There was only one person who stuck out in his mind-the boy who looked like him. His name turned out to be Henry Townshend (why did that name sound familiar?) and for the most part he seemed like a loner. He was the leader of the Photography club and enjoyed staying in his apartment. Murphy laughed at that, along with the rest of the class, except James. He was scribbling on sticky notes and putting them in a notebook titled "THE ROOM." Murphy just took it as one of his video game ideas. Henry didn't say anything after that.

His class entertained him for the remainder of the class period with talk of who's-who in school. They told him of the jocks and preps, the bullies, the nerds, and the in-betweens, which was a majority of them.

"What's an in-between?" Murphy asked curiously.

"We're people who are well known but not for the things that normal high school students think is 'cool.' We are pretty artistic and are kind of into geeky things, but not like the nerds. They don't know how to distinguish nerd life with actual life." Heather answered him.

Murphy was still pretty confused, but he decided to just hide that fact. He didn't want another confusing explanation, though Heather meant well when she answered him. He noted that the Henry kid didn't talk anymore. He didn't know why, but he was curious about him. He looked exactly like him, for Pete's sake!

The bell rang, signaling the end of class. Mr. Mason dismissed them all with smiles and Murphy checked his schedule with almost all of the class hanging off of him. He had theater arts IV next, with a missus Claudia Wolfe. It turned out that he had that class with Heather, James, and Henry.

"Yes! Another class with the newbie!" Heather proclaimed excitedly, pumping her fist in the air. James just smiled at the girl's antics while Henry shook his head. Surprisingly, he was the next to speak.

"We should probably head there right now," Henry said quietly. Murphy nodded at him and Heather and James lead the way to the class. Murphy wanted to initiate a conversation with them, but couldn't think of anything, though they seemed not to mind. Instead they all walked in comfortable silence. Soon enough they reached the classroom.

The inside was large and the walls were painted black, and the entire room was decorated in an arrangement of different colors. There were even furniture painted in those colors, some completed, others not. It seemed eccentric, but something entirely unique. Round tables seemed to be where the students would be seated, instead of individual seats. Murphy instantly liked the room. He had a good feeling about theater this year.

Murphy was seated with his three new friends in one of the tables. There were still a few minutes until class started, so Murphy used this opportunity to observe the other members in the class. He noted that at the center table was an attractive young woman dressed to the nines, hair done fashionably and make up on. She hung around other girls, all of them trying their best to look as good as she did but never quite making it.

"That's Cynthia Velasquez."

At the sound of James' voice Murphy startled a little, not realizing that they were watching him. He nodded at James to show that he had heard, and was just about to look back at the other students when he noticed that Henry kept his eyes firmly on the table. James saw this too, and decided to cure Murphy's curiosity.

"That girl really, really likes Henry, and she hits on him all the time. Poor guy doesn't know how to deal with that sort of attention. So he tries his best to not make eye contact, or notify her of his presence. Never works, though."

Murphy glanced at Henry, who was still staring at the table. "Well, look at you, lady killer. Didn't know you had it in you," Murphy said after a short while, making Henry blush and the other two laugh.

"You wouldn't like the attention that Cynthia gives me," Henry whispered, glancing up to look at Murphy. Murphy just raised an eyebrow, which caused Henry to blush furiously. All of them laughed before a voice shushed the class.

"Welcome to another day of the arts, my children. Today you shall be given your role in our new in-class production. It will be a summative grade. Remember this, and your true selves as well, also that which you must become. Since you're going to be acting as people outside your comfort zone." The teacher stated to the class. She looked like a fairly young teacher, but she had long, platinum (almost white) hair and wore light blue colored clothing. Her skirt reached her ankles and she didn't have any shoes on. Her little speech had been said in a mystical voice, almost like telling a riddle. According to Murphy's schedule, she was a Missus Claudia Wolfe.

As Ms. Wolfe gathered up her scripts, Heather turned to Murphy. "That's our Ms. W. She's cool, but she's always looking at me in weird way. I think she's a lesbian." Had Murphy been drinking, he surely would've spit it out at that moment, but he couldn't help but laugh.

"I shall be handing out scripts at my desk, children. Find your name on the cast list now located on the white board, and come to see me. After that, silently find yourselves in that role and make sure to keep the words of their lives to heart." With that, the theater teacher calmly walked back to her desk, which was hidden behind a giant bookshelf.

Murphy turned to his friends. "I have no fucking clue what that was. And besides, what do I do since I'm new here?"

Before any of Murphy's new friends could answer him, Ms. Wolfe came out from behind her bookshelf. "Words of a foul nature are not permitted in this institute of learning, young Pendleton. Please refrain from saying it again. Also your presence has been noticed and your role reflects upon that. Off to work, children." She then again disappeared to her office.

Murphy just stared at where she was previously for a few seconds before saying, "I still don't have a clue."

Theater passes without any interruption after that, and Murphy went along with his day. He didn't have any other classes with Heather, excluding lunch. He had a couple more classes with James and Henry, but those classes weren't too eventful. Not until the last period of the day- Pre-Calc.

Murphy had walked into class with Henry, engaging in small talk until the bell. Their teacher, a man whose name Murphy was destined to always forget, shushed the class to take roll. It went by fairly quickly, as there were not too many people in the class anyway. A couple of the students smiled at Murphy and he politely waved back, until he reached two boys, one with dark hair and the other with long blonde hair and a blue coat.

Both of which were glaring at him.

Finally finished! I'm so sorry, my dear readers, for my delay. I had a performance about a week after I uploaded the last chapter, and tons of advanced class homework. Plus, I've gotten really into the Homestuck fandom and so that took up my time as well. Excuses, excuses…

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Anyway, my dear readers, I do have to say to expect some irregularity with updates. I've just auditioned for another play, as well as received copious amounts of homework and projects. I have to pay attention to those. Though it will take me a while to update, I will not abandon this story!

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