<span style="font-style: italic">"Bye Ryan! Bye Sam!"</span><br/><br/>The two turned towards the source of the noise, both sets of eyes, one brown and one blue, falling upon their sister as she waved from the moon roof the limo they had both exited. Ryan, the older of the two and the only blonde child, shifted her bag and waved to Charlie with a smile. Sam, Charlie's twin, merely rolled her eyes and turned away, leaving Ryan to play catch up.<br/><br/>The pair walked together, Ryan smiling shyly and Sam not smiling at all, until they parted ways. Each going to their own lockers. "Hey, Ry." A tall boy stood just beside her locker. Ryan acknowledged him with a smile and quiet, but friendly "Hi." While slipping the bag from her shoulder. The boy shifted so he was facing her, his left shoulder against the lockers and his hands in his pockets. "Wanna go to the movies with me this weekend?" She looked to the boy as he flashed her a smile, but she only shook her head. "I'm sorry, Gino, but I've got to study for my AP classes."<br/><br/>"Samantha." Sam winced at the use of her full name, but plastered a smile on as she turned to face the teacher who had called to her over the dull roar of the crowded hallway. She answered his generic questions with generic answers. Her eyes wondered and spotted Sen and, of course, Hoji. "Great convo, Mr. H, but I gotta get to class." The man's brow furrowed and he gave a not so quiet harrumph, before dismissing Sam with a wave of the hand. That was all it took for her to lose her friends.<br/><br/>Sam sauntered into the classroom, her designer bag thrown over her shoulder. "What you manage to confiscate today?" Sam asked while plucking up the magazine from Hoji's desk. "Who brings this kind of thing to class?" Sam laughed and handed the thing back to Hoji before taking a seat behind Sen. Sam slung her bag over the back of her chair.<br/><br/>"Hey, daydreamer." Sam refrained from kicking one of the legs of Sen's chair. "You wanna come over sometime this week?" She slouched over her desk, her head supported by an upright arm while she bit at her nails. Her hair was in a loose braid down her back. A few tendrils framed her face. "Nana was asking about you." Sam spoke over fingers, mentioning their elderly caretaker. "And I'm sure Charlie would love to compare school policies, or whatever it is you council kids talk about." Sam said with wave, but smile to take whatever sting might have been in her words.<br/><br/>______<br/><span style="font-style: italic">“No thanks, I am fine,”</span><br/><br/>"Oh, ok." The boy turned from her. "I'm Charlie," He was walking away. "By the way.." Her words trailed off as he strode further away and her eyes wondered to Darcy's look of annoyance. She opened her mouth to speak, but Lesia grabbed her by the arm and drug her down the hall, shooting daggers at Darcy as she did.<br/><br/>"Lesia.." Charlie stumbled over her feet in an attempt to keep up with her friend's pace. "Lesia!" Charlie ripped her arm free and adjusted her disheveled coat with a look to Lesia. "I'm sorry, Charlie, but I know how he is and I saw that look in your eye." Lesia sighed as the pair rounded the doorway to Charlie's classroom.<br/><br/>"I can take care of myself you know." Came Charlie's reply, but Lesia only smiled. "I know, but I can't let anything happen to my little cinnamon bun." Charlie fought off Lesia's attempt to pinch her cheeks with a laugh before walking into her class. She turned and waved to Lesia before taking her seat near a window.