Between the Pipes - Dunbarton HS
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				Title: <strong>Between the Pipes - Dunbarton HS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 09:08:21</strong>
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				<div align="center"><div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/1310771792312233301496492-1.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/1310771792312233301496492.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: palatino volume;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Between the Pipes</span><br><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Dunbarton HS</span></span></div><br class="clear_right"><hr><hr><hr><br><div align="center">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/p977344592-5-1.jpg)<br>(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/825-1-1.jpg)<br>(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/Classroom-1.jpg)<br>(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/2883043658_400a912c4d-1.jpg)<br>(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/locker-1.jpg)<br>(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/PlantationHS01-1.jpg)<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Kevin Avery's Introduction at 8:05 am</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>undisclosedtoyou</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 10:36:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Kevin Avery</em></span><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Is so not a morning person!</span></span></div><hr><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/110525/10/4ddd37e73f741.jpg)</div><em>Whoever decided that school had to start so early in the damn morning should have been horribly tortured, before being allowed to die.</em>&nbsp; Or at least, that was what Kevin was thinking, as he trudged up the hill that led up to Dunbarton High.&nbsp; It was currently only 8:05, and there was still twenty-five minutes left until the first bell rang, but to someone like Kevin, who hated getting up in the mornings, it was an ungodly hour.&nbsp; So he continued to trudge up the hill, his backpack hanging from one shoulder, as he pretended to listen to whatever his friend Tony was saying.&nbsp; To be honest, it didn't even matter that he wasn't paying attention, Tony was the sort of guy that just liked hearing himself speak, and could care less if someone was responding, or actively participating in the conversation.&nbsp; <br><br>While his friend rambled on, he thought back to the accident he had gotten into last Tuesday, which had led to his truck being put in the shop, which led to him having to get up extra early, in order to have time to work out, get ready for school, and actually walk there.&nbsp; So instead of being comfortably bundled up in his heated, beat up, so old it's seen several generations of his family, red truck Lucy, he was cursing himself, as he walked his ass to school, with a boy who he used to fuck on a not so regular basis, <em>fun</em>. <br><br>As they neared the front of the rather large school, he spotted a few people he knew, but opted to by pass them in order to get inside and to his locker before the ceremonial stampede of students started.&nbsp; His locker was located in the bottom level of the school, a basement really, but it was next to the boiler room, so it was always pleasantly warm in these cold seasons.&nbsp; Tony, he noticed, had finally left his side, in order to hang around the rest of the other stoner kids that were usually more than a little late for first period.&nbsp; As he walked down the halls, he and finally down the stairs that led to the locker area, he made a show of smiling, and greeting a few people here and there.&nbsp; But in reality, he felt like finding an empty room somewhere and passing out for a few more hours, or at least until P.E started.&nbsp; But he couldn't afford to miss any more classes, and to be honest, his grades were so poor that he literally <span class="bbc_u">couldn't</span> miss any more classes.&nbsp; <br><br>A familiar shock of mousy blond hair caught his attention the moment he neared his beat up locker, and his first genuine smile made an appearance.&nbsp; Lucy, the person, not to be confused with his beat up truck, was always loyally waiting for him every morning, a thermos full of coffee, and some kind of baked good, thankfully made by her mother, in hand.&nbsp; If he wasn't gay, he would have dropped down to his knees and professed his undying love to her, right before asking her to marry him and bear all his future spawn.&nbsp; Of course, he was gay, so all he did was kiss her on the cheek, take the offered goodies, and set into a long minute of wallowing in the drinks caffeinated warmth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: between the Pipes - Dunbarton HS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lyron</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 05:35:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff7/HaruTokushima/Realistic%20Chars/2quj4ld-2-1.jpg)</div>The faces Brad passed as he made his way down the hall were just that: faces. The groups of students around him blurred together, his field of vision narrowed to filter out anything that wasn't directly in front of him. His arms were down at his sides, taking a light dangling motion, the only thing about him right now that didn't seem to be performed mechanically. That, and the one time he heard someone shouting a greeting to him, during which his face lit up long enough to return it before he went back into his trance.<br><br>Such was the way of his life in all its current bleakness. However, things had been altered slightly as of late. With the hockey season here, Brad couldn't help but to feel odd. This feeling had been lingering in the back of his mind lately. He understood why: since the very first time he picked up a hockey stick, this would be his first year of not playing the sport. Gone was his role as a defender for Dunbarton's team. After having such a busy schedule last year, his performance in the sport had suffered. He didn't want to go through all of that again this year. He could do without the added stress, and he didn't want to risk letting the team down again.<br><br>Although the hole that was now in his schedule for this time of the year felt weird to him, Brad welcomed it. He needed the time that he had used for practices and games last year to study and apply to colleges when he wasn't working at his dad's Italian restaurant. He knew his dad was having issues with him not playing this year, as that was made clear by the several subtle comments he had made in the past couple of weeks, and Brad wasn't proud of himself for quitting, but he knew it needed to be done. Or at least that was what he kept telling himself as an attempt to feel better about it.<br><br>After walking a few more meters down the hall, Brad reached his locker. He entered the combination before opening it. His locker was kept clean; there were no decorations, no trash, just the books he needed for his classes. He set his red, High Sierra backpack on the floor before reaching up to grab the collar of his solid gray hoodie, about to pull it off, but he thought against it, not wanting to take the chance of freezing his butt off while he sat in his classes. Instead, he reached down to his backpack, unzipping the largest pocket, before beginning to switch out his things to get ready for the school day to officially start.
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				Title: <strong>Re: between the Pipes - Dunbarton HS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>duchess85</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 07:50:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/thepiratepink/Beauty-in-Brown-Hair-1-1.jpg)</div> 8:25<br><br>Harper was going to be late for first period again, and her crazy chemistry teacher would probably give her a detention this time. He'd been pretty cool about the first, oh she didn't know 20 times but 21 times was just pushing it. She'd made promises about getting to school on time to teachers, her parents and even herself over and over again, but it seemed that no matter how early she set her alarm for no matter how early she left the house for school. She never quite made it on time. Maybe she spent to much time getting ready? Too much primping? But she was Harper West and she was also the captain of the varsity cheer squad girls like her didn't come to school looking as if they'd just rolled out of bed.<br><br>She picked up her pace if she spent exactly two minutes at her locker, grabbing only what she needed for her first period class that would leave her three minutes to actually get to the class. If she was fast she might just make it on time, she made a mental note that maybe if she carried her chemistry book with her when she went home she'd already have it when she got to school in the morning making the stop at the locker unnecessary. She twirled the combination on her locker and pulled it open, she counted the minutes in her head. Grabbing her notebook, chemistry book and two pens. She slammed the locker, and even though it was against the rules she ran down the hallway.<br><br>A teacher or hall monitor yelled "NO RUNNING" but there was no stopping her, detention was the last thing that she needed on her plate right now. It just wasn't going to happen, her boots slid on the floor slightly as she reached the science room. She had no sooner stepped into the classroom when the bell rang. A smile lit up her face and she looked at the teacher "I'm not late! I was here <strong><em>before</em></strong> the bell rang!" All eyes were on her, which was normally how she liked it. But in situations like this Harper wished everyone would just look away. She supposed that went back to the discussion she'd had with her step-mother a couple years ago about the kind of attention you wanted and the kind of attention you didn't. Harper definitely did not want this attention. <br><br>The teacher just shook his head, she thought that he might have wanted to laugh. "So glad you could make it on time Miss West." He gestured towards her empty seat and finished "Now why don't you take your seat so we can begin." And without even waiting for her to take her seat he began his lecture. Harper took her seat and laid her notebook on the desk, and once again she made the promise to herself that she would get to school on time tomorrow. Maybe with enough time to hangout with her friends before class.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between the Pipes - Dunbarton HS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>North of 60°</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 16:20:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_17/11235595083Gmd8M.jpg)</div><br>Maybe it was just him, but Cole couldn't help but feel more 'winter-y' as he glanced a the clock on the microwave in his kitchen. 7:45&nbsp; He went for the cupboard grabbing the Vector box and a bowl from an adjacent wooden door.&nbsp; Sliding them onto the kitchen table he slid a spoon out of the drawer and the carten of milk from the fridge.&nbsp; Finally sitting down he poured himself a bowl.<br><br>The breeze had a little more bite in it this morning, there seemed to be a little bit more of a chill in the air.&nbsp; Even though the temperature was barely lower than the day before it felt like winter, it felt like Hockey.&nbsp; Ever since his in-season Baseball had ended, he had been feeling more and more anxious to get out on the ice.&nbsp; He couldn't wait to lace up his skates for the Dunbarton season.&nbsp; He would have slightly limited time with his off-season baseball, weight training and skills sessions, but he knew he would make it work.<br><br>He finished his second bowl of cereal by 8:05.&nbsp; Again glancing at the microwave clock he stood up and carried his bowl over to the sink rinsing it out then leaving it to dry in the rack.&nbsp; He grabbed his one strap back pack (http://www.ampco20.com/pics/track-tt301-1.jpg) as he walked out of the kitchen towards the front door.&nbsp; He checked he had his books, his homework, his pencils, yup, ready to go.&nbsp; Cole stepped into his trusty running shoes and slipped out of the door.&nbsp; He stuck his silver key into the lock then turned it, his sister was still at home, but better safe than sorry.&nbsp; Stuffing the keys back in his pocket he slung his bag over his shoulder and was off.&nbsp; He pulled his iPod out of his pocket and lightly placed his ear buds in, hitting the shuffle feature he returned it to his pocket.<br><br>He jogged up the steps of Dunbarton, at about 8:20.&nbsp; Plenty of time.&nbsp; Dressed in a blue and orange plaid shirt (http://gearpatrol.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/proper-cloth-plaid-shirt-gear-patrol.jpg) to go with his jeans he walked up to his locker and spun the dial to his combination, <em>15, 42, 10</em>.&nbsp; He swung the metal door open and bringing his backpack down onto the floor in front of him, he began to unload his bag.&nbsp; He grabbed this books he needed for first and second period so he wouldn't have to stop by his locker again until lunch.&nbsp; Satisfied he had everything he needed he closed and locked his locker and started down the hall.&nbsp; He was never in a hurry, he had this laid back, methodical way of walking, a loping stride that seemed so slow that it shouldn't cover as much ground as it did.&nbsp; <br><br>His ear buds still plugged in, he was almost disconnected from the real world, just him and the beat as he sojourned off to class.
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				Title: <strong>Re: between the Pipes - Dunbarton HS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EvilEye</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 20:11:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://media.picfor.me/001ADF5/I-love-redheads-girl-woman-Photography-sexy-celebrity-redhead-redhead-legs-skirt-chica_large.jpg)</div>Quinnastein had been in the school sense the gates opened working on a video to pump the school for hockey season using video clips from the past four years and making a col loge kind of. Her hair was in its trad mark braid and a simple black and cream lace dress (http://inofashion.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Veronica-dress-by-One-Vintage-on-model-view.jpg), black doc martins with purple thigh high socks. Her black nails rapidly typed codes into the computer as she added the finishing touches before saving and sending it to the office so they can play it in the classrooms. <br><br>She was late to English again but its not like any one noticed or even cared about her, Quinn's bright gold eyes flickered around the halls and it only took a moment for her to decide she needed coffee and that first period isnt needed. Quickly leaving the school grounds in her latest present from her step dad, a 1961 corvette, she went to the nearest cafe and got a caramel/raspberry latte. Finally making it back to school she hide out in the computer lab relaxing knowing that no teacher would question her presence in there and most students wouldn't notice her. The computer lab was chilly and she was happy to be wearing her bomber jacket over the delicate dress that her mom had picked out for her. Bored and restless she decided to start on her math homework she had not done yet.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: between the Pipes - Dunbarton HS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>01-08-2011, 20:45:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img825.imageshack.us/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div>It was chilly... That was just part of the climate, though Jade never quite got used to it. Her deep brown skin, her classic 'Nubian' complexion made her stand out quite visibly in the northern climate she found herself in. She had not always lived here, she had faint memories of a place much warmer with a dry and intense heat a clear sky and a dusk filled with vibrant purples, reds and magentas. That literally -was- another life for her and for her family. Her mother worked as best she could she was actually a Nurse who worked in the office of the local doctor the pay was decent, but it still only allowed the small family enough of an income to live in a small apartment over one of the stores downtown.<br><br>Jade herself walked to school every day of her life, it was not a terribly long walk, about a mile give or take but some days especially in the harsh of winter the trip was difficult trudging through snow and sliding on ice. A car was a pipe dream for her, a bicycle was something she could possibly get but with nowhere to -store- it that was not a viable idea. Could she get a ride? Well... she might be able to, the problem being is that while she was relatively known throughout the school even becoming a member of the cheerleader squad she had no truly -close- friend. A lot of acquaintances, but no friends really.<br><br>She would have been happy to simply spend the rest of her high-school years to go unnoticed keeping her head down to avoid the snickering and teasing that went along with the culture. She was quite a beautiful young woman a slender form with long slightly toned limbs all of the deep, rich chocolate all but the palms of her hands and bottoms of her feet were. Her hips had become rounded but not exaggerated, and the small mounds on her torso had formed into a small c-cup at this point. She was not overly endowed, but her willowy form and exotic skin often encouraged second glances.<br><br>It was another year, another first day. She did not own any designer or 'fancy' clothes. Like today she dressed in a simple, but clean looking garment. Tight blue-jeans which clung to her long, slender legs and rounded hips, giving a very defined look at her behind, each cheek about a handful it seemed. Along with that she wore a simple long-sleeved white blouse. The slight protrusion of her modest breasts pressing against the smooth looking fabric.<br><br>Reaching up she brushes some of her slightly curled, black locks of hair from her face, before grabbing the books she required for her first period class and turning to move. She had exchanged a few nods of greeting with those who had noticed her, but otherwise, keeping quiet and to herself as she usually did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between the Pipes - Dunbarton HS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joy</strong> on <strong>05-08-2011, 00:57:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/DannyDuphrane.jpeg)</div><br>Danny, or Dani as he now liked to spell it in his mind, got out of his mom's car.&nbsp; With everything that had happened at his old school, Mom had taken pity on him and agreed to drive him in for the first week.&nbsp; No need to suffer the indignities of the bus and a new school.&nbsp; Dani felt a little guilty, his mother worked two jobs to support them, and the extra 15 minutes in the morning was no small matter.&nbsp; He managed not to tremble, but he was scared, he had really gotten a beating at his last school, and other teens made him very nervous.&nbsp; He was also shaking in excitement.&nbsp; If he was just a little lucky, the kids there just might think he was a tomboy.&nbsp; It's not like they said your gender in home-room, and tomboys didn't get a beating.<br><br>Once he had waved his mom on and she drove off he scanned the crowd slowly meandering from the buses and other cars into the front doors of Dunbarton High School.&nbsp; For a moment she watched the small crowds gather and disperse, the concentration of last years Varsity jackets, and the cloud of smoke from behind a distant tree.&nbsp; Not that different from her last school.&nbsp; <br><br>He had on a pair of women's nikes, not pink or anything, loose fitting jeans, and a t-shirt.&nbsp; His short haircut just a little long in all the wrong places, except for the bangs.&nbsp; Just long enough so if he looked at the ground and let them fall forward, nobody could see his eyes.&nbsp; Quickly, he walked into Dunbarton, repeating his home-room number silently so he wouldn't forget it.&nbsp; He kept his eyes locked about a foot in front of his sneakers, peering up through the curtain of hair at the room numbers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between the Pipes - Dunbarton HS</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>North of 60°</strong> on <strong>08-08-2011, 03:42:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_17/11235595083Gmd8M.jpg)</div><br>Cole slid neatly into his seat in home room.&nbsp; There was the general lull of activity, people talking about what they did last night, about their new outfit, or about the homework that they didn't (or on occasion did) do.&nbsp; Cole dropped his bag off of his shoulder onto the ground underneath his chair.&nbsp; Then lifting his feet up onto the back of the chair in front of him, he slouched back drumming his two index fingers on the edge of the desk, in rhythm with the latest song on his iPod.<br><br>He was rather oblivious to the ring of the morning bell.&nbsp; He remained planted in his seat, only noticing when everyone stood up for the playing of 'Oh Canada!'.&nbsp; He pulled his buds out of his ears and placed them carefully on his desk.&nbsp; Leaning on the edge of his desk he stood through the national anthem before plopping back down in his seat while some busy body student trilled away with the morning announcements.<br><br>Cole managed to extricate his English binder from his bag placing it squarely on his desk.&nbsp; He tucked his ear phones back in and began drumming away impervious to the announcements for that day.&nbsp; The news of bake sales or the latest whomping the schools volleyball team took held little interest to him.&nbsp; But when the air finally cleared enough for their teacher, a supply this morning, to speak he did he the courtesy of turning down his music.&nbsp; She was a small stout woman, looking at least 65 years of age, she had a look about her that said she was oriental, but you couldn't tell from her perfect English.<br><br>"Now class, my name is Mrs. Davidson, and I am here supplying for Mr. Vernon this morning.&nbsp; He left you a reading assignment, but I seem to have misplaced it.&nbsp; So since I am not going to go looking for it, you will all do me the favor of letting me get through the attendance and you can just have a free period." she said picking up the class list and beginning the role call.<br><br>As, Ringo-Ellignton, Cole he knew he had a little bit of a wait, so he turned back up his music until he heard her get closer to the latter half of the alphabet.
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