<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TS4ZgTaPUXc/TfdU6A9KFsI/AAAAAAAAFsg/9wPhJ_2PE-A/s1600/Emmy%2BRossum%2B13.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Raye McDuke</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Goody Goody/Jock</span><br/><br/>Raye sighed as she threw what was left of her sports things into her backpack including her school swimsuit and cap, her field hockey sweatshirt, and such.  She had on her dark girls basketball jacket over her light blue blouse and her curly brown hair was pulled back in messy bun.  Her deep brown eyes seemed to be a slight frown of concentration as her pink lips were pressed together as she finally had stuffed everything into her bag.  She threw the bag over her shoulder and grabbed the college handbook that she was borrowing from her cousin to get familiar with the rules of the place she had applied too.  She brushed at the grass stains on her jean pants before giving up with a roll of her eyes as she made her way to the door of the girls locker in the gym.<br/><br/>The female basketball player was the only one in the area at the moment and she frowned lightly.  She was use to being surrounded by others but Raye knew that being the last day of high school that things would be changing swiftly for her because once she hit college she would be alone unless she made new friends.  She knew in a way she had lucked out here being that she was close friends with Brad as they were neighbors but her personality certainly hadn’t won many over friends.  No one really liked a goody goody as they always seemed to mess up the rule breakers and troublemakers plans.  The only reason she had remained friends with Brad for so long she realized was probably the fact that they had been neighbors for so long and that Brad had learned to ignore when she nagged him about things.<br/><br/>Changing her line of thought she shook her head and went back to making her way toward the door only to look confused seeing a note with her name taped there to see.  She was a little confused as no one knew she was down here and that made her a little nervous but she grabbed the note anyway.  After she read the note Raye dropped it like it burned her in shock.<em>Who would ask someone that was like a female version of a hall monitor to go on the restricted floor?  Did someone really want to get told off for breaking the rules?</em>Raye was close to thinking about going and getting a teacher but did she really want to get someone in that deep of trouble, maybe it would be better to just go get the person off the floor and tell them off herself.<br/><br/>Decision made, Raye made her way up to the floor and hearing what sounded commotion from the inside she found a bunch of her fellow students plus Brad in the room and things didn’t look good.  Brad had grabbed Dyllan and looked like the quieter boy was about to really get hurt.  She wanted to say something, anything…  Unsure if he would even listen to her or ignore her advice as usual.  Her voice came out soft, unlike her usual voice, “Brad…  The teacher’s warnings…”  She stood by the door afraid to watch.<br/>