Avalanche [open!]

[isaac york]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:300px;][style=text-align:justify; font-family:arial; font-size:10px; padding-top:0px; padding-bottom:0px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px;] Books were boring, school was boring, there was no use in going anymore. Well, that last part was wrong. Isaac York's reason for going to school was simply to just get out of the house. Even if he hated the new schooling, Isaac trudged across the road everyday to the 'Pompous Prep' so he wouldn't lock himself in his room to throw a private pity party. At least he could ignore the accident here, despite it being the reason he was attending the prep school now. Isaac could bury his head into a book, though he hadn't been much of a reader before, or listen to mindless gossip that didn't concern him. Whatever cured him of his depression at the moment. That was the kicker though, wasn't it? He used depressive news to ignore his own problems. Isaac took interest in how others were holding up so he didn't have to confront his own crumbling life. Was that hypocritical for someone who wanted to help people? Probably. But Isaac had learned one thing recently, and that was the fact that the road to recovery was hard and bumpy. Isaac had already taken enough 'back roads' and wrong turns that he wasn't really sure if he'd ever get over the grief. His own school, his own friends, the girl that he loved... just... Gone? It's so unfair! I mean, it should've been me! She should've lived with my injuries, and I should've died! Isaac had convinced himself that the girl. Reyna, was a much better human being than him. She deserved his life, and he felt guilty for the whole ordeal. He also convinced himself that he sounded like a whiney little girl. So he bottled it up. That, lead to painful outbursts. Isaac fought those by isolating himself to the Pompous Prep's library, where the evidence was it's strongest concerning how much he changed. Before the collapsing of McKinley, Isaac never would've been in a library. Or at the Prep school, McKinley's cross town rivals. It was a friday evening, and usually Reyna would've taken him and Cassidy captive to a home football game. They both hated the game, but their mutual friend loved it. Sighing and pushing the memories away, Isaac went to one of the book displays and picked up a random book titled Teddy Bear Cannibal Massacre

[/u]. Unfortunately, while he yanked out the macabre book, the rest of the display wanted to tag along, causing a small avalanche of books dealing with stoners, zombies, werewolves, and Disneyland. "Aw shit." Isaac knelt down to begin picking up the books, not aware of his own ruckus.



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[AUBREY FISCHER]

[style=color:2e2e2e;letter-spacing:2px;font-family:lucida console;font-size:13px;]If I could trade mistakes for sheep,[/style][style=color:7A7A7A;letter-spacing:5px;font-family:lucida console;]Count me away before you sleep[/style]

[style=border-bottom: 5px solid #FFC7FF;] [/style][style=padding:20px;height:250px;overflow:-moz-scrollbars-vertical;overflow-y: auto;] Aubrey really wasn’t used to this Prep school, or the stares she kept getting when she tried to get around the school with crutches. She didn’t really like it here, but at least she had a reason. The classes were okay and of course it was fancy, but Aubrey felt like she was drowning with boredom and loneliness. She was a complete mess inside, knowing no one but her teachers.

After moving to Farlax, her life seemed to be crushed… but at least there was something promising about McKinley. Then that was literally destroyed as well. Aubrey couldn’t help it. She felt like bad luck was following her, despite the fact that she wasn’t dead. It was crazy how her life changed so quickly, like in a blink of an eye Aubrey deeply regretted. Maybe it was wrong of her to think so, but she hated it, which was why she limped all the way to the library.

She always thought books were a good way to preoccupy your mind. Now, she used it as an escape method. Aubrey liked how it seemed to take her out of her own life just for a short period of time, and during that time, she didn’t have depress herself over her own issues. Aubrey made it a hobby, and the more unrealistic the book, the better. She had never been a bookworm before, but with nothing else to do, she threw herself into the habit of picking up any random fantasy book and just reading until she was done.

Now, while staring at the book titles, she wasn’t so sure. It was so stupid. Why couldn’t she just join a school club or something? Something that would make her seem less of a loser, something that would allow her to stay away from her step-family more often? She peered up at the bookcase, browsing the odd non-fiction books before reaching up to grab one. If only she wasn’t so short, she could easily reach it…

Then, unexpectedly, the books started to fall. She flinched from the impact and noise, before deciding to reach for some on the library’s carpeted floor. “Um, let me help…,” Aubrey expressed to the stranger, who she could guess was another student. “Are you alright?” She had to ask, just in case. Aubrey hobbled on her crutches as she tried to put one book on the top shelf, insistent on putting them in the correct place. She wanted to be helpful, though it would probably be better if she was taller. With one arm piled with fallen books, and one reaching for a self a feet taller than her, Aubrey couldn’t really do much. Points for trying, anyways.[/style]
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