Julie was a star student. Pushed by her hard working parents to be more than just another regular teenager. Her parents also pushed her to be better than average. Always caring and supportive of anything there sweet Juliet Harvard wanted to do. Head of the cheer team, always in the school plays, the president of student government, and one of the top 5 in her grade. Julie was a school leader. But I craved to let it all go. To say "Screw it" and not care about the expectations she made for herself or even the expectations everyone else made for her.

"I don't know what I am going to do after high school" She told the school counselor. She kicked up her feet onto the counselor's desk as she leaned back and stuck the unwrapped lollipop in her mouth. She was close to councilor Jones since the senior year started. One of the councilor's biggest customers since Julie has been struggling with her college preparations since the beginning of her Junior Spring Semester.

"You said you were willing to try getting into Harvard with your grades and resume. It is doable." she said with a sigh.

"That is what my parents want me to do. My name sake and all. But, is that what "I" want to do? I don't know. I have been thinking that maybe I would just go to community college or hell not even go to college." Julie stated as she sucked harder on the lollipop in her mouth. She felt uncomfortable coming clean to her feelings. A part of her was already rolling her at what her counselor had to say.

"I will be honest Julie. That is a lot of potential. Many students would die to be in your place." Julie couldn't hide her scoff as she looked through the window to her right. The parking lot the window was faceing was void of any student traffic. It was Julie's off period, most of the students would be in class, or skipping class. But here she was, planning for a future she doesn't have.

"Why should I care if others want to take my place. If they wanted it so bad they would have already taken it. So they must not care all that much. Also what is wrong with wasting my potential? Isn't this my life? Shouldn't I be allowed to make mistakes or choose what I want?" Julie snapped. Ms. Jones frowned and straightened her back trying to back up from the teen who was obviously upset about her words.

"Why of course you should-"

"Good then we agree." Julie stood up and flung her book bag on to her shoulder before storming off in an annoyed rage.

Julie almost ran right into the school's "bad boy" Frank Morison on her way out. Scratch that, she had ran into him

"Sorry." she muttered as she tried to quickly escape his presence. A flashback came to her of her freshman year of highschool. She had a big school girl crush on the attractive boy once. She had fallen too quickly, she remembered. He had flirted with her once and she fell hard. Almost ended up with her doing some bad things since he asked her to and she was curious, what if she did?

She had got only a step past him when he grabbed her arm to holt her actions.

"Juliet-"

"Aren't you supposed to be in class or are you skipping again?" she asked a bit more aggressively then she intended. She gave him a glare and she smirked at her.

"Am I that predictable?" he asked and Julie rolled her eyes.

"Yes-" she said and Frank snickered and shook his head.

"I could make you an offer-"

"I don't make deal with demons-"

"Or I could just kidnap you and lock me in my basement… then… no one could tell you what to do." Frank's words shocked Julie. She took a step back as her heart started to race. If someone had kidnapped her she would be- free. In some twisted way she wished that someone would take her out of this place and relieve her of her responsibilities. She wouldn't be the one letting people down, no it would be someone else's a moment, Julie's walls fell.

"Could you actually get away with that?" she talked before she could process her own words. Frank leaned in and whispered in her ear.

"If the Queen Desires."

Joey was what his mom had called him for the longest time. The best parent he had ever known and his only parent. Joseph Bergara was an average high school student that put his faith in sports like many of the lower class African Americans did. He was living the life of the basic lower class male with a single mother. His eldest brother was in jail and he was dedicated to be someone his little sister could look up to. But these days his determination has been hit with early senioritis. He was just in his junior year, he was almost there. But yet, a part of him was sick of it all.

He was just like the rest of them. Barely making it grades just high enough to stay in football, a bad temper that got him written up multiple times, and a stressful home life. He was sick of it. He was snapping more than usual and if it wasn't for his couch he would probably be out of school. Thankfully he was one of his best players. So the school had to be 'nice' even if that wasn't fair to the kid he broke the nose of.

"You have to try to calm down Joseph. Principle Anastin and I talked this over. As long as you see counciling for your anger issues you can stay on the team. But if you don't then you have to get kicked out." Couch Romero said to him. Joey couldn't look him in the eyes he stared down at the floor like a robot. Football was the only way he could make it to college. He wasn't interested in school enough to succeed in grades, his money had to come from scholarships primarily the big football scholarship the school offered. Joseph knew this, but yet, he couldn't help the anger boil inside him.

Life wasn't fair. He didn't have parents that helped him with school work or even had time to spend time with him. Instead his mother was caught up in working 2 jobs just to make ends meet in their government owned home.

Life wasn't fair, he didn't have time to take care of the house, do homework, take care of his sister, and do sports. Something had to take a hit and out of everything it was his emotions taking the bus.

"I heard from your mother your dad tried to contact you-"

"I am not talking to him." Joey spat and the coach put his hands up in defense.

"I am not saying you should Joseph, but I can see why that could make a young man such as yourself get frustrated. But that doesn't mean you should take it out of any of your teammates or other students-"

"My dad has nothing to do with this!" Joey offensively shouted back. No, his dad never wanted him. His dad never cared for him. His dad abandoned his mom and him. So, no, his dad was not a part of why he was feeling the way he was. No, he was mad at his mom for using most of her well earned money on trying to bail out his deadbeat brother who did nothing but destroy the family. He was mad that he had to be a parent to his little sister, and never got to enjoy teen life like a normal teenager. He was mad that he had to go through sports just to succeed. What if he wanted to be a doctor? He doubted with his grades he would be any good in a Biology major but it was the thought that counts.

"Alright son-"

"You are not my dad" Joey snapped and grabbed his book bag before angrily pulling open his coach's office door and slamming it behind him.

He walked past the remaining students and teachers in the halls after school. But one student caught his eye. Morrison, Frank Morrison. The son of the devil that bullied him throughout middle school till he became taller than him and ended up breaking his arm.

"What are you doing after school hours? You never seem to care about school to want to stay here willingly." Joey asked as he stared, questioning the tattooed 'bad boy'. Frank just smiled as he leaned on a locker and hit the one beside him. The locker beside him slowly opened.

"I am shopping." Frank said as he then turned to look through the person's locker.

"Dude there are cameras everywhere-"

"I turned them off." Frank said without stopping his actions. "And I know you won't tell." Frank said as he pulled out Razor Headphones. Joey stuck a hand in his pants pocket and clicked his tongue.

"How do you know I wont?" he asked and Frank looked around his shoulder at the jock.

"Because you don't care. You aren't that nice." Frank stated and Joey raised a brow as Frank put on the headphones and then reached into the locker and flipped through a sketchbook.

Joey shrugged, Frank was right. He never tattled or snitched; it wasn't a part of his code. So Joey decided to let him do what he wanted.

"Have you ever gone hunting? It's great to relieve that anger of yours." Frank said. Joey stopped in his tracks and snapped his head back.

"You better keep to yourself Morrison-"

"Or what? You will break my arm again? Please do, I love the frill of it." Frank said as he slammed the locker door shut.

"Or I could just plant this stolen sketch book in your locker and force you to either punch me or get caught for stealing. What will that be? Strike three?" Frank egged him on. Joey gritted his teeth and clenched his hand around his book bag handle. He should have not even started a conversation with the bastard.

"You are a real pain Morrison-" Joey said through grit teeth and Frank laughed.

"Listen Joey-

"Only my mom calls me that, so shut up!" Joey snapped and Frank seemed unphased as he walked over to him.

"You can either play by their rules or make your own-" Frank said as he shoved the stolen sketch book into his chest. "Joey-" Frank said before quickly backing off and walking away.

Joey looked down at the sketchbook and then backed up at the strange 2nd year senior walking away from him.

"What do I do with this?" Joey asked and Frank didn't answer. Joey could frame someone on his team, that would take the what off of him. The question is, does he want to?

Sweet, innocent, Susannah Pax. A quiet and shy Junior who kept to herself. She mostly stayed in the back of the class, never talked unless called on. People thought she was weird. She dressed like an emo kid and was found writing sappy depressed things all over her notebooks. She was constantly called into the counselors office about her "Suicidal thoughts" but in reality, they were just lyrics to the newest song she liked. Susie wasn't as dark as people thought. But still, hid her insecurity with dyed hair and crazy clothes.

She slumped in her seat as she sat through her last class of the day. She counted down the minutes when she could escape and go into the art room and continue working on her sculpture. She liked doing that. Staying after school to be alone in the art room just to do art. Beats going home to her alcoholic father that would only force her to take care of him while the government paid for their livelihoods through disability. His disability didn't stop his tongue sadly, the peraloisis only affected his right leg.

"Why do you look like that? Just like your mother- that B****, if only you were a male then you could actually be useful to me." he father would say on any normal day. Other than that, having glass beer bottles thrown at her was normal for her father. On his bad days she would have to stay home from school just to help him through his cluster of seizures. She wished to be her own person so badly. She really wanted that. Sometimes she wanted her old man to just die already so she could be free of him. But then, she would feel bad soon after. His anger was not his fault. That was because of the damage the seizures had on his brain. Despite her bitterness towards her father, she couldn't hate him. He was the one that stayed with her when her mom decided to take her own life after his diagnosis.

Susie sighed as the clock slowly counted down to the last remaining minute of school. The students around her started prematurely packing up to leave. The cliques also started to gather and talk to one another. Susie looked over to the front of the class to the Jocks and Pretty Girls. They were always the loudest.

"Hay Sue, how is that statue coming along?" Susie had made the mistake of making eye contact with Joseph Bergara. One of the captains of the football team. Susie flipped the pencil that was in her hand and looked at her desk. The class became quieter to listen in and Susie sighed once more.

"It's okay I guess." she said quietly and one of the girls next to him whispered loudly "What did she say" with a laugh in her voice.

"She said it was okay." Joey said as if it was obvious to him what she said. Susie slumped further in her chair trying to disappear. Finally her saving grace came in the sound of the bell going off, marking the end of school.

Susie quickly gathered her things and of course was the last to leave, but she didn't mind missing the big stream of kids all fighting their way out of the prison building. Susie put on her book bag and finally left the class room.

"Hay, Sue" the voice of Joey caused Susie to jump and she turned around meekly to face him. He was cooly leaning on a locker with a smile. He pulled out a sketchbook that looked familiar to Susie as she quickly realized what was hers.

"This is your right?" he asked and gave it to her. Susie nodded and took the sketch book back. She wanted to ask how he came across it but before she could his expression changed.

"I know who took your headphones too. But I need your help."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"His name is Franklin Mannson." The name chimed into Susie's mind. She has heard stories about the upperclassmen known for creating the biggest issues in the school. The guy also had to repeat his last year of high school for an awful prank he pulled on a girl last prom.

"What about him-"

"He stole your headphones and gave me the sketchbook. I think he wants something from me. You're smart so I wanted to ask you what you think he wants." what Joey wanted from her startled Susie. Why would he think she was smart? She had basic grades and the only reason why she got them was because she would look online for the answers on most assignments.

"He did pull a prank on a girl last year right? Poured pig's blood on the prom queen…" Susie said to him and Joey nodded. Susie flipped through her sketch book and paused at an image that was clearly not her doing. Under a stick figure stabbing another stick figure it read "Would you kill somebody?". Susie's heart almost stopped as she gazed at the picture. Susie's hands started to shake and Joey lifted himself off of the locker. His brows began to farrow as he began to become concerned.

"Would you kill someone, Joey?" she asked him in a quiet voice. Joey looked at Susie with a question as she handed the sketch book to him, opened to the page of the doodle. Joey licked his lip as he looked at the picture. His heart started to quicken. He then remembered what Frank had said.

"The thrill…" Joey echoed aloud. Susie pulled on her hoodie nervously.

"You got my message." The two nearly jumped when they heard Frank. Frank laughed and then they noticed that Frank was with someone else. Julie the president of the student government.

"I have a proposition, and it all starts with, do you really want to keep living your boring forced down your throat lives, or do you want to feel what true freedom feels like?" Frank's question made Susie feel something tug in her heart. Freedom, oh how she craved it