Don't need friends.

[ZACHARY BRYTON HOLLOWAY]

'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know

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Zach paced the grounds, feeling an incredible sensation of boredom and impatience flooding into him. He needed something to do, something to distract himself for thinking. The best plan, he thought, was to head for the corridors and have a few smokes. That had always calmed him down in the past. As he walked in the general direction, he silently wondered if cigarettes were allowed at this shit hole. Probably not, he decided, but did he give a shit? Easy answer: No. Walking with his hands in his pockets, he finally made it the corridors. It was fairly empty, just a few nobodys sulking around. He leaned against a tree and dug his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. Also in his pocket was his favorite lighter. He plucked a cigarette out of the box, stuck it in his mouth, and lit it up.

As soon as it was burning, he calmed down. Smoking always had its amazing sense of relief on him. He breathed in, and then blew out the ring of blue-grey smoke. His lips twisted into an unusual smirk as he watched the smoke float away. As odd as it may sound, smoking curling into the air would make for a great picture. Mind you, he would probably want to leave out the seventeen year old kid doing the actually smoking, that is if he ever wanted to see it in a museum. But still, the idea was nice. He'd have to figure out where he could get his hands on some decent art supplies. Stealing was no big thing for him, he hadn't had to do it much before, since his parents had everything. But he could do it now. If he had too.

Zach puffed out another breath of smoke. As the relief drifted inside of him, he allowed himself to think casually. Would he make any friends while here? He had a few good friends back home, but he wasn't exactly a sociable person. He was only friends with those kids because he knew them all his life. But now, being in this strange new place, would he find anyone to befriend? Zach didn't need to have a friend, but he had to admit, it would be an awfully lonely life without anyone to hang around with. While pondering these thoughts, he looked up at the cloud covered sky. He didn't need friends, he decided on. But they would be nice to have, he also thought.

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notes: First post!
lyrics: ...to be loved - papa roach !
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[KYLE MAXWELL JOHNSTON]

Kyle walked into the courtyard. At least, he thought it was the courtyard. He hadn't payed attention to what the nurse had told him. He didn't mind though. He was just excited to have a cigarette. He hadn't had one in, what? An hour? That was like going a week without eating for him.

He found a spot under a shady tree and sat down, cross legged. He dug his cigarettes out of his pocket--menthol, the worst kind for you. He was hoping he could kill himself slowly, seeing as suicide never seemed to work for him. Always foiled by some reason or other. People were such a pain. He wished they would all just die and he could live in peace. Ha, what a joke. He'd never find peace.

He stuck the cigarette in his mouth and lit up. You weren't supposed to inhale the first drag, or so he'd been told. He did so anyway. He was never one for following rules. He exhaled the smoke and felt a bit more relaxed. Now, if he just had some Jack Daniels...

Kyle uncrossed his legs and lay on his back. He looked up at the clouds and wished it were nighttime.

[NICOLE SARAH JOHNSON]

Nicole had managed to wonder into the court yard. She didn’t have any destination when she got up this morning and had just been walking around aimlessly. Nicole was wearing tight black skinny clung to her thin, almost boney, legs with a baggy red tank top covering her torso. You could see most of her bra in the back, her blue straps and a bit of the front it self.

The smell of people smoking cigarettes over whelmed her. She hadn’t had a drag in what seemed like forever. At her public high school she would always relax in the smoking area for the students and share smokes and buy weed with the other kids. They were all pretty chill. Fuck I miss those kids… She looked around for the source of the smell and the reason for her flashback of her old school.

Nicole ran her fingers through her dark brown hair. She decided to approach the guy she could see smoking. There were two but she went towards the one standing against a tree rather then the other one because he was closer. She stood in front of him and smiled, trying to be friendly. “Could I please have a drag?” she asked awkwardly. She looked over her should to check if the other guy was there. He was, so if this guy said no she could always ask the other one. She had always thought that it sounded funny when she used her manners to ask for drugs and stuff like that. Oh well it sounds better then not saying it at all.