- i'm just so lucky

[ryland charles madison]

WHEN I WANT YOU ,
i t s t o t a l r e v e n g e

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Most schools were monotonous. Very monotonous. And Ryland had to say, one of his favorite things about Hampton was that it was exactly the opposite of that “rule” must schools had — it wasn’t boring, at all. Ryland loved journalism, and here at Hampton School of the Arts he was able to do that for at least a good portion of his day. That had something to do with the fact that it was his third year here already, but he wasn’t complaining. It was great to not have to be stuck with the stupidest, most boring classes just because they were open. It was awesome to not be limited to a few classes, with most of them being lame and all of them being unrelated to what you wanted to go on to as a career. That was all different at Hampton. Doing things you liked, and always something different definitely made Hampton a great place to go to. Ryland couldn’t fully express how happy he was that he was here and not in some crappy public school back home. It made him smile, just thinking of all the kids his age back home, sitting in class listening to a boring lecture with their worst teacher, Mr. Walton. He could picture them all sitting there falling asleep, listening to him drone on and on and on. Ryland didn’t have any teachers like that here, none at all. Things were great.

Today Ryland’s creative writing class had a work day, where they could sit in the classroom and work on stories in their notebook or, if they preferred going straight to the computer like Ryland, could go to the lab and work on it. Ryland had left his laptop at his dorm that morning by accident, and seeing as he wasn’t allowed to go back there during class and get it, he had to resort to going to the lab. There was nothing wrong with the lab, of course; he just preferred working on his own computer. It was better than having to go through the effort to save in the right place (to the network, not the computer — Mr. Shroeder had that hammered into their heads) or putting it on a flash drive and then transferring it to his laptop. But oh well. It was better than writing it out on paper, which Ryland only resorted to when he had to. He knew that would be different when he was working for a newspaper or something, though. Then he’d be using paper, but then again, that was only for scribbling down notes so … yeah, he’d be on computers mostly. This was perfect, man!

Ryland walked into the almost completely empty computer lab and chose a computer at random, sitting down and turning it on, waiting rather impatiently for it to fire up. He was hungry. It was almost lunchtime, and his stomach was rumbling. What were they having today? For some reason the idea of meatballs came to mind, and that didn’t sound appealing at all. He’d probably end up going off campus for lunch. That was always easier, and guaranteed you something you enjoyed. By the time Ryland’s train of thought had ended, the computer had booted up and he quickly typed in his login info, only waiting a moment before the computer was ready to use. He opened Microsoft Word and instead of typing away like he normally did, staring blankly at the screen. They hadn’t been given a topic for this assignment, but rather than enjoying that like the rest of the kids did, Ryland found it difficult. Being prompted was always a help to him, another reason why journalism versus writing was for him. You were assigned to stories, not making them up. He still loved writing, though, and his creative writing class was actually very fun. But not for assignments like this, he now realized as he still sat there staring at his screen. Ryland sighed in frustration. Come on, brain.

status ! donee
word count ! six six seven
tags ! anyone (:
outfit ! later!
notes ! post, please. (:
credits ! the mouse & the model @ caution 2.0

[* june moreau]

oh she said it was alright

June was happy to finally be back at the school of Hamptons School of the Arts. It was probably one of her favorite places to be. This school was certainly one of the most different most interesting schools that she had ever or would ever go. No one that she knew of had this sort of curriculum, sure they had some that were similar, but they were for performing arts, who just wanted to limit themselves to dancing, or singing, or poetry? When there was so many other forms of creativity that could in fact be given to the world, that these students had a better chance of getting a better education a more full one, where they could finally have a better and more interesting life because of their experiences here. Sure there were a few cases when there wasn’t that many people who behaved like they actually enjoyed being here, or that they even cared that they would in fact probably in one of the worlds best establishments for the arts. Of course it was very much like a ordinary school with its clique structure, where the kids would outcast themselves or would bring a better or bigger understanding of the world into their lives. Probably not that deep, that the reason that they stayed away from others, or when they dissolved the fact that maybe a band major could want to be around dancers, which was just a pitiful way to treat other artists, they all belonged together, and without each other, neither would survive.

It was one of those places where there was a constant flow of creativity, where students strived in thinking of new ways to express themselves in some artistic way. There was hardly a dull moment, always there was something to do, whether they were getting ready to impress those teachers in class that directed their dance choreography, or those that studied their meaning behind their Picasso inspired art piece. There was not a better setting out there, for the arts. June knew several art majors that were out there, that were out there, like glass workers or someone whom created pottery art from hand. It was simply beautiful, to see the many inspirations there were within the hallowed walls of the school. June certainly knew that she loved it. Personally she didn’t want to leave for the summer, she wanted to stay here, forever.

The slow beat of Honor Society, ran into June’s left eardrum, her ipod headphone deeply set into her ear. She was humming as she listened to one of her favorite songs by them. Popping open her locker, she shoved her books into it, ignoring the flow of students that ebbed out of the classrooms at the sound of the bell. She picked up her laptop bag off the ground and slung it gently over her shoulder. June particularly didn’t want to have to work on the school computers, but her laptop had decided that it didn’t want to open a important file, so she had to resort to the lab and the crap computers there. She waved to one of her friends at the end of the hallway, before she slipped herself into the lab. June knew she would see the friend later. As she turned around she found another one of her friends sitting at one of the computers, he looking at the computer screen in front of him, with a frustrated expression on his face. She shook her head and walked up to him, pulling out her ear piece, she lightly touched his shoulder. ”Look who it is.” June spoke with a wide smile. She looked at his screen, hoping to find something of his creative works on the page only to find it blank. Ah. The sweet evil retaliation of lack of muse. ”Stuck eh?” she asked him with a raise of a eye brow and pointed at his screen.

uh oh, nobody has to know

this is the time of our lives and oh look its been completed. and june is the baddest girl i've ever seen and ryland better be ready. this thread has exactly six hundred and fifty five words. my heart tells me the songs that created this was by the wonderful talent of honor society. the images are made by myself and the lyrics are smooth criminal: michael jackson. all i have to say is "i love you very much. <3". this entire template was presented and created by ashycat of caution 2.0

[ryland charles madison]

WHEN I WANT YOU ,
i t s t o t a l r e v e n g e

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Ryland seriously was not happy right now. He missed his laptop; he missed it a lot. How had he been so stupid as to forget it this morning?! Ugh, it was so frustrating. If he had his laptop he probably would have already thought of something to write, he grumbled to himself inside his head. But no, he was stuck in the almost completely unused computer lab. Really, he didn’t totally understand why Hampton even had a computer lab. It was rarely used. Almost every student at the school had his or her own laptop, after all, or did work on a desktop computer at home. So what was the point of having this huge room full of computers that almost always stayed turned off? Maybe it was a sort of thing a school just figured it was good to have. Just in case, right? Well, that or at the time they’d built it, it was useful and used and all, but by now and when Ryland was in school, it finally turned useless. And if they’d put in the effort to build it and maintain it years ago, then why not now? It would probably take more work to take out all the computers and figure what to do with them rather than for the janitor to just vacuum it once a week. Voilà, instant upkeep. Yeah, that was probably it, Ryland decided. That was easier than figuring out what to do with all of these countless computers.

Well, whether the computer lab was pretty pointless or not, Ryland still wished he was on his laptop instead. Being on this computer sucked. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d used a desktop computer. It was … well, different. Very strange. Maybe that was another reason he had no clue whatsoever to write this short story on. If he was on his laptop that’d be different, right? Haha, that would be weird if it did work out that way. Thing was, Ryland wouldn’t be able to figure that out. He’d probably end up getting nowhere on this story and just typing up the whole thing on his laptop tonight after school. So what was the point of even trying right now then? Well, the fact that his teacher could come in at any minute to check on him. Would teachers still bother to do that anymore? Maybe. Ryland wouldn’t know; he’d never worked in the lab before. None of the other students in that class really had either, so he couldn’t go through his memory and see if the teacher had ever left to go there. So it would be better if he could get something done this hour. Thing was, he was still clueless as to what to write and had absolutely no inspiration right now at all. Man, this sucked.

You know what Ryland thought would be perfect right now? If someone he knew — and liked — would come into the room. It would sure help to have some inspiration, or at the very least some company if he wasn’t going to come up with anything brilliant any time soon. But what were the chances of that? All of his friends had laptops they used, or didn’t have classes that required them to use computers. He would probably be stuck staring at his blank computer screen for the remainder of the hour, just waiting for the bell to ring and signal the end of the class and the start of his next. What class did he have next, anyway? Photography. Well, at least that would be fun. Unless they were working on getting their pictures onto Photoshop, which would just bring him right back to the lab, where he was right now. Wouldn’t it be something if they did, and he ended up staring at the screen again? There must be something about this computer if that happened. That would just be … weird. Very weird. Wow, Ryland’s mind could wander. And in that time, he didn’t even notice that someone had indeed walked into the computer lab. His thoughts were interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. Ryland slowly turned around only to see June. His face split into a wide smile. “June,” he said in a happy voice. It was almost like his little dream had come true. “Yeah, just a bit. Is it obvious?” he joked, and a laugh slipped out. June was a great friend. He didn’t have to try hard to be goofy and friendly, because June just had that effect on him. How he acted around her was effortless on his part.

status ! donee
word count ! seven seventy
tags ! june!
outfit ! later!
notes ! ily. (:
credits ! the mouse & the model @ caution 2.0

[* june moreau]

oh she said it was alright

June was constantly reminded how great this school was. When there was a world of artists out there and they all had the chance to get into someplace like this. That they could get out so much for the people around her. It was a great and brilliant person whom had developed the idea of the Hamptons. Sure it probably was one of the coldest places to pick in her mind, there was nothing more that June despised more than winter. She disliked it greatly in South Carolina, was the harsh cold weather that seemed to engulf themselves upon her small city. June wasn’t too sure if maybe she was biased mostly because her name was June Summer or that she just disliked the cold weather. It was probably a bit of a mix between the two, seeing as she disliked the cold and was the type of person to over dress for winter-like occasions and that she was filled with joy when summer finally did come by, mostly because that meant that the sun was outside and she could enjoy the nice warmth of it all, and that Spring just didn’t cut it. Then again, she would be forced to be around her little brother more often, and that just wasn’t going to be fun.

As of late she was having a hard time of it, with both her best friends constant mood swings because of the death of her twin brother, and the constant reminder that she in fact was single. Sure doesn’t really amount to much seeing as her friend needs her, but really the sight of couples just sickened her, it made her irritated that the fact that she did not have someone. Yes it was a horrible thought that she cared more about a stupid relationship than her best friend. WRONG. She cared a lot about Annabelle but she had nothing for mourning, June in fact was probably one of the worst people for mourning, she never had anything right to say, when death was involved, June sort of just avoided it all.

The fact that this school was as great as many had thought, was one of the many reasons why she had hoped that many artists like herself, would find this place. That they would take this opportunity and to gain all that they could from the fact of it all. In this world that all these artists could take on so much with their lives just by taking a new step forward. June was excited that she had found it, enthused that she was accepted, and that her own little brother was in fact apart of it too, that he had the chance to shine as well. That her friends and herself had more in common than simple hobbies, but a life time of artistic joy. It was a moment in her life when she knew that this would be a lifetime of friendship. That no matter what, these people were forever going to be her best friends.

June smiled and took a seat in the computer chair next to Ryland. He was obviously happy by the fact that she had shown up, she knew for sure that she was happy that there was someone that she could talk to. There was nothing more annoying than boredom. ”It could be a bit obvious. But I tend to lean towards ignoring the obvious and thinking about what isn’t. Like most likely this is by far one of the least used room within the school.” she noted with a smile. She enjoyed Ryland, he was by far one of her best friends, she had many, but he was in the top three which all were tied and were placed at random order within her mind. ”So what have you been up to my dear friend?” she asked him with a raise of her eye brow. Wondering why he was in the lab to begin with, last she checked he had a laptop, maybe it exploded, that was always possible. Technology is highly temperamental.

She had to find her brother sooner or later, the little buggar seemed to have escaped and didn’t see the need to talk to his older sister. Go figure. He was a jerk to begin with anyways. June spun once in the chair trying to focus on the room as it spun in her inner vision, blurred sight of Ryland as she spun. This is what June does, spin in a chair while trying to observe the world around her. ”IS there anything to do around here?!” she asked continuing to spin in her chair.

uh oh, nobody has to know

this is the time of our lives and oh look its been completed. and june is the baddest girl i've ever seen and ryland better be ready. this thread has exactly seven hundred and seventy four words. my heart tells me the songs that created this was by the wonderful talent of mitchell musso. the images are made by myself and the lyrics are smooth criminal: michael jackson. all i have to say is "i should of had a vitamin water". this entire template was presented and created by ashycat of caution 2.0

[ryland charles madison]

WHEN I WANT YOU ,
i t s t o t a l r e v e n g e

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To be honest, Ryland had never been a fan of public school. He used to attend one in Boston, back home where he lived with his parents before he came to Hamptons. Ryland was never popular. No, he was more of the kid who got picked on and made fun of on occasion, even. That weird kid who sat there writing all day, or messing around with his camera or something. Sure, he had friends, but really not that many. So clearly, public school was not his forte. It wasn’t so bad that he would come home from school crying every day or anything. It just seemed like a punishment for him to go there day after boring day. If he hadn’t been accepted into Hamptons School of the Arts, Ryland didn’t know who he would be today. He’d been at the school for about two years now. Before that, school had seemed so pointless. Ryland was always a smart kid, even if he wouldn’t admit it. Rarely did he ever have to try extremely hard to understand a concept in public school. Things academic like that just somehow seemed to come easily to him. It was a gift, you could say. At Hamptons he still didn’t have to try super hard or anything, of course, but the difference was that he enjoyed doing his work. While most kids his age in school would moan and groan about having to do a big project or write a paper, Ryland would smile and be eager to get started on it. That was seriously how great the school was, and Ryland would be the first to say it.

The only thing he wasn’t too happy about right now was that he’d forgotten his laptop back at his dorm. How stupid of him, really. His laptop was one of the most important things he had, and one he used daily, so how in the world had he forgotten it? It was kind of crazy, to be honest. But he had forgotten it, and there was nothing he could do about it. Only now could he actually appreciate the fact that the school had a computer lab. Yeah, a pretty unused one, but at least it was getting a bit of use today. Not only one, but two students were in here. That had to be a record high for the room, or at least since laptops became popular among students. Seriously, who wanted to sit in a lab when they could be anywhere else they chose? No one, exactly. It seemed almost pointless to even have this room, except for on days like this when laptops were forgotten or malfunctioning. Okay, so maybe that there was enough of a reason to keep the room unlocked for students. Either way, Ryland still didn’t think he’d ever find himself in here again, but whatever. That didn’t really matter. He was here right now, and that was what did.

What Ryland felt inside when his friend walked into the room and sat down next to him could only be described as joy. It was so out of the ordinary that someone else would need the computer lab at the same time as him, let alone someone who was his friend. Ryland had always gotten along well with June. She was an awesome girl, and he was dang happy they were friends. She was a good person to have on your side, you could say. He looked over at her after her short speech, as he considered it. He smiled at what she had just said. “You really think that isn’t obvious, either? No one ever comes in here. Well, except for us today,” he said. “I’ve been coming to this school for a long time now, and this is the first time I’ve ever needed to be in the lab.” That was true, too. The only reason he even knew where it was was because of the tour he’d gotten the first day he came to the school. It was pointed out nonchalantly by his tour guide as they walked past. “And there’s the computer lab …” It was clear even then that the room was pretty unused, and Ryland was pleased then that he had his laptop already. “What have I been up to?” Ryland said, repeating what June had just said. “School work,” he said, and then smiled. “I don’t know, nothing big, really. But I’m sure there is with you,” he said, which with Ryland was basically asking her what was new in her own life. With his close friends, Ryland was the sort of person to word things differently like that. “Is there anything to do around here?!” Ryland just laughed. “Other than be bored and museless, no, not really.”

status ! done
word count ! seven ninety-eight
tags ! june!
outfit ! later!
notes ! sorry this took a while. D:
credits ! the mouse & the model @ caution 2.0

[* june moreau]

oh she said it was alright

June was bemused with the world. Everything was just what she wanted and needed. The world was everything that she had wanted. The stories that she wanted to write were slowly coming to her, the scenes playing within her head, as portions of romance and beauty swept across the pages of her book. Sure it was silly that she was working on a book when she wasn’t really the best of writers, well not quite yet. June probably should have picked a more fitting place for her to begin. Well maybe not, she enjoyed writing it seemed to be one of her greatest passions that she had ever had. Maybe her writings weren’t the best of the best, but maybe, just maybe that she would or at least could come up with something a lot better when she had a better amount of training in her. Well maybe not that vague, probably she would have something more to say about her writing abilities after she had learned something, maybe she could be the next J.K Rowling with was her hero, the woman who had nothing and then became one of the biggest some bodies in the world. Probably the only some body that many authors had wished that they would become, sure there was Stephanie Meyer but really her only hit was Twilight series, the other book the Host? Well it was just so strange not even worth the read. Anything by J.K Rowling we all know will forever be amazing, because she’s just that good. June personally wished that she had the same ability as J.K. Maybe someday she will.

There were many reasons to be going to this school. One of the reasons is because the opportunity is better here than anything else for your line of genre. Art. There was no better school in the world to go for it, there was so many different types and they offered them all. If you found a art here that they didn’t have, tell the Dean and he would find a teacher in order to teach you, and whom ever wanted to join you, that art form. It was the greatest. You weren’t forced to learn stupid things, that were irrelevant, nor did you have to simply just learn what they gave you in high school. They gave you a opportunity to become the best that you could be, while you proved yourself to the people that some day could be your best friend or your next rival. Not that she thought that any of her friends would some day become one of her worst enemies, no it was more likely that she would be friends with whom ever she met in the genre that she was in. Or at least she hoped that she would, people that she didn’t get along with irritated the living heck out of her.

She paused as she thought about what she had said. ”Eh. It is the least likely room to be used. It might be only obvious to those whom observe. Really, they don’t care just as long they get to use the computer.” she shrugged. June nodded. This was probably going to be one of the only times that she would ever use the room herself, she didn’t care too much for labs, they were just weird and who uses Desktops anyways? They were the living proof of inconvenient. Its not like you see too many people putting their desktop into their purses and carrying them around. Though there was one time she had seen someone carrying a monitor around, but that was just a bet anyways. The guy had to carry it around for a day, in order to be kissed by one of the prettiest girls in the school. Turns out it was a lie and they just wanted him to help them move the monitor around and give them a chance to yell at him when he finally did drop it. Much to their surprise the kid didn’t. But really it was one of the best times that she had witnessed. ”I’m with you though. I’ve never been to this lab ever.” she stated in agreement. Labs were for sissy’s without laptops. June shook her head, quickly. ”Nope. Nothing at all. I’ve been a social reject as of late really.” she explained as she settled her legs in the chair she had rested in. ”We’re just losers.” she decided with a laugh. Thought she really wasn’t happy with his response to there being nothing to do around here. It was true, but she didn’t like it. ”Museless days just suck. You just sit there anyways. Might as well do something while doing nothing.” June retorted. So what could they do.. Hmm.

uh oh, nobody has to know

this is the time of our lives and oh look its been completed. and june is the baddest girl i've ever seen and ryland better be ready. this thread has exactly seven hundred and ninety four words. my heart tells me the songs that created this was by the wonderful talent of glee boys. the images are made by myself and the lyrics are smooth criminal: michael jackson. all i have to say is "i love glee.... and this song just pwns all.". this entire template was presented and created by ashycat of caution 2.0