<a class="postlink" href="https://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdifu5fSgu1rl3rodo1_500.png">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loi64y0Ue11qfy4i3o1_500.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Athenia High School, home of the infamous Titans and one of the most prestigious private schools a young mind could study at. It was nestled a way in the middle class valley area between the city and suburbia, a gem of its own as well as a melting pot for different parts of life. Though many parents wanted to have their beloved offspring attend such a place of educational and athletic glory, most could never make the cut. Their child had to have either exemplary test scores, have shown athltic prowess previous or show a talent in theatre or music prior to applying for entrance to these hallowed halls. The teachers were the best one could find and the faculty truly cared about guiding their students in the correct direction, though some students were much more beloved than others. But, as with any high school, the student body had the atypical status quo.<br/><br/><br/><br/>It was a cold, late August morning when parents and newly licensed student drivers began to pull into the student parking lots. Students, from freshman to senior, popped out of their vehicles, scooped up their book bags, and started for the quad. As most were accustomed, with exception to the freshman, the students were aware that they were to form lines behind four tables that were set up and manned by faculty members consisting of mostly counselors. Stacks of papers sat atop each table, each pieceof paper being a class schedule that was set up for the student that coresponded to it. Signs were taped to the front of each table reading "A-H", "I-M", "N-R", and "S-Z".  The letters posted on each table were for the first letter of the last names belonging to each student, which they would stand behind and wait to receive their schedule.<br/><br/><br/><br/>By about 7:20 am that morning, the lines were growing rather long and the schedules were starting to be passed out. Freshman and sophmores were eagerly awaiting the reveal of which of the classes they had requested would be on the list while the upper classmen stood like spoiled rotten little brats that knew all too well that they would probably only get one or two classes they had requested that summer. As each student received their schedule, they began to wander off into their own little clique or would wander aimlessly about the large campus looking for where their first class would be. Classes would start in twenty-five minutes.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Not too long after most students had already arrived, a black 2014 Land Rover pulled into the parking lot and took a close spot that seemed to have been reserved just for it. As the pristine vehicle was placed into park and turned off, the two front doors swung open to reveal two siblings that were rather well known at Athenia. From the driver's side emerged a young man standing at about 6'3" and weighing close to 230 pounds with biceps the size of footballs. His facial structure was surprisingly squared, much more manly than the typical soft features most young men of his age had. His lightly tanned complection was hit by the sun, which bounced off effortlessly in a way that enhanced his muscular build. Blue eyes poked out underneath a blue baseball cap which hid his short, spiked dirty blond hair. A brown Titans football shirt hung loosely from his chizzled upper body, the sleeves cut off like it were used during workouts. Saggy, black jeans clung to his waist, barely held there by a white and black leather belt. Black, white and blue colored Jordans were laced loosely upon his size 13 feet, completing his manly jock look,<br/><br/><br/><br/>From the passanger's side of the care came a young woman who looked to be related to the young man who had accompanied her in the expensive vehicle. Long, blonde hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back, perfectly straight after an hour with her straightener. Blue eyes popped and glowed in the light, enhanced by perfectly portioned amounts of black eyeliner and mascara. Her eyebrows were clean and shaped, probably from a recent waxing that she had done. Her plump, kiss swollen lips were covered in a light sheen of strawberry flavored lipgloss that dared any boy to give her a kiss. She was about 5'10" and weighed a good 125 pounds, a small but softly curvey girl to say the least. She wore a black, grey, and red Titans hoodie that fit her loosely enough to look cool but didn't take away from her stil developing, curvatious figure. Skinny jeans clung to her waist, the low-riding hem barely covering her lacey underwear if she were to remove the hoodie. Her look was finished off with a pair of hot pink Vans that she had been wearing for several years now.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Bradley and Christina Freeman, two of the more popular teens in school. Bradley, a senior, was the top receiver for the varsity football team while Christina, a sophmore, was becoming known as a front runner in both Athenia's Chamber Choir and theatre guild. They were the children of relatively affluent parents working in the computer industry, making them all the more targets for posers and anyone who wanted to be on their good side. They had very few friends outside of their perspective extra curricular activity due to the astonishing amount of gold diggers and posers that constantly wanted free shit and favors from them, It got so annoying utterly fast.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Bradley slung his black backpack over his shoulder and looked around. "Looks like most of the student body is already here."<br/><br/><br/><br/>"Shit," Christina cursed under her breath. "That means a line. Well, might as well get on with the torture. Probably wont get anything decent outside of choir and theatre."<br/><br/><br/><br/>Bradley nodded in agreement before locking up his car and walking with his younger sister to get in line for their schedules.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Silently, they both hoped it would be better year than the last.