Older students are allowed to roam until the bell, but ninth-graders are herded into the auditorium. We fall into clans: Jocks, Country Clubbers, Idiot Savants, Cheerleaders, Human Waste, Eurotrash, Future Fascists of America, Big Hair Chix, the Marthas, Suffering Artists, Thespians, Goths, Shredders. I am clanless. I wasted the last weeks of ( Read more... )

Well, he- hello. I- I'm a bit- well, I don't have many- many people to talk to, so you'll excuse me if I-- Mother doesn't- doesn't really like me to speak with strangers, and she's- well, she's something of a re-recluse, you know, and isn't qui- quite well, so I- I do try not to upset her ( Read more... )

*peers around cautiously, taking in everything* Well, I hope I don't get caught on the computer. Gordon wouldn't be too happy about that. *rolls her eyes, but still looks slightly frightened* Right now I'm at what they would call a "foster home", but what we call a hellhole. "We" includes my sisters - there's a total of four of us. We're not ( Read more... )

So, yeah. I'm Brooke Thompson. I just joined so I thought I'd poke my head in and say hi. So... hi! Not much to know about me... I've been in and out of foster homes for a while, currently in The Lakewood House. (Or Hell House, heh) At least I can play softball at school. I'm a pretty good pitcher. At least that's what my old gym teacher said. ( Read more... )

Hello. My name is Catherine Dollanger. I have stumbled upon here by the bordom of living away fromo ym husband for sometime while staying with... a friend. //Typist: ME! ME! ME!// She has been gracious to lend me her computer to research for the revenge on... never mind. In any case, I happened to find this site and am glad to be part of it. Thank ( Read more... )