a boy and his chips(opened)

[tonks]

Billy. Why is he out in the hall when class was going on? Well, basicly because he could be. He was out in the hallway, sitting underneath his open locker and munching on...junkfood. Cheeze Doodles, to be exact. To wash this down, he used Dr. Pepper. These were his favorites, you know. The best junk foods in the world. They also kind of solved his immense problems that he kept locked up. Kind of like Spot from the Munsters. You know, the dragon thing the family kept under the basement? Well, Billy kept his problems under like that.

Anyways, back to the present...kind of. Billy just sat there, munching Doodles and drinking pop. Oh, and skipping literature as well. Billy stretched a long, tattooed arm up to his locker and groped for his sidekick, soon finding it and bringing it back down. Did Billy care if someone saw him? Hell no! Why should he care? His education meant absolutely nothing to him. It was just something to pass the time with him. His mom hated him and didn't give a shit if he fell off the earth. She'd probably be glad if he did. Now, maybe if someone pushed him, he'd try, but it was his senior year...

His senior year...He'd be kicked out and have to find a job soon. Yeah. That wouldn't be fun, seeing as he didn't plan on going to college. No one pushed him. No one. In fact, he and his mother had lost touch a long time ago. Sad, isn't it? He had heard rumors though. Rumors that his sister was in town. He highly doubted that, though.

Billy turned on the Sidekick and smiled. A message from his grandmum was on there. She was the one who actually bought him this device, seeing as she actually loved him and all. She was probably the only one... Billy answered the message and leaned back against the lockers, still sipping DP.

[SPOTLESS ™]

Ahah. The nasty English book Maya had been spending nearly eternity trying to extract from the mess that was her locker. Her dark eyes filled with contempt at the sight of the book, but she was undoubtedly happy to see it as it was study hall and English started in little over ten minutes. Maya had kept her pranks to a minimum, as, although school had always been relatively easy for her, in her senior year things had taken a nasty turn. Sure she goofed off, but it had never been enough to actually jeopardize her grades. Well, now this was not the case. A chat with involving her parents and the principal had put a damper in Maya's step, and now she realized this term would mostly be spent making up for the last three years, while the next semester would be slightly easier. She glared at the linoleum floor at her feet. This was stupid. School wasn't hard for her, so why was it so suddenly an issue? Cursing under her breath, she made her way down the hallway, vans making a sponge-like noise against the fake tiles.

Today Maya's clothing was not different than her usual drawl, but she had lightened up the look considerably by painting her nails bright green. A black and gray stripped sweater hung close to her small frame, and underneath it barely visible was a black camisole with lace lining the top of it. Her bottom half was covered by a pair of baggy jeans that ended abruptly at the knee. They were tattered slightly, and her pale legs stuck out ghostly against the dark denim. As always, checkered vans clad her feet, worn, and slightly defeated looking. Today she had tamed her hair slightly, and it was in two pigtails that obscured most of her face with dark hair. Her make up was not applied in it's usual raccoon like state, but was rather subtler.

Uhg... Maya checked her watch briefly, unhappy to find out that she had a little bit over 5 minutes to get upstairs to her English class. Well, actually still more like 10 minutes, but if she planned to sit in the back, she'd have to get there a little bit early. English was not one of the subjects her teachers (and parents) were on her case about. She found no reason to pay any sort of attention to what the teacher was saying, and prefered to conduct studies so important as, the stickiest and smelliest gum stuck on desks, or have such profound thoughts that none could interrupt her stupor. No, English was not hard. Hitching her messenger bag up a little bit higher on her shoulder, she continued walking, pausing only briefly, to scan the hallways of all teachers, or people she would just rather avoid.

As she scanned the sides of the hallway, a boy caught her eye. He had a nonchalant look about her face, and Maya could tell he had no reason to get to class, or motivation to finish his last year of high school, from the fact that he was sitting beneath an open looker, eating cheese puffs distractedly. For a minute the peculiar sight held her gaze, and then she attempted to put it out of her mind and move on. It was none of her business, really but her natural curiosity was sparked, and she was half minded to make her way over to the student sitting parallel to the locker door, and ask him why he wasn't on his way to getting a seat in the back of class. Hmm... a dilemma, yes?