(If it's possible, I want Steve to be a 17 year old Junior)<br/><br/><em>Steve Sinclair slammed the car door on his Taurus, and set off through the parking lot towards school. The morning air was pretty chilly, and steve drew the strings on his hoody (http://www.metal-alive.com/catalog/images/PHD-EPR-HD-009.jpg) a bit closer, and adjusted the book bag on his shoulders. He pulled the mp3 player from his pocket and stuffed the buds into his ears, and cranked up the music. As he entered the hallway of the school, he lowered his hood to not incur the wrath of the vengeful staff. They were pretty anal about small rules like hats and hoods.<br/><br/>As he walked to his locker, he walked right past some goth girl, and the peculiar Cleopatra-style eyeliner she had used caught his eye. He made an excuse to talk to her for a moment, and paused the music.</em>"Hey sorry, did you say something? Hard to hear over the music."