Saint Joseph School

((I15 Update:

Bethany has been at SJS for almost a year now and a lot has happened to her, both good and bad. When she first arrived, she rebelled against authority in just about anyway she could and spent her time making as many "friends" as possible. Within a few short months, she could be ...

"Hey! Marie, come on!"

Beth looked up and grabbed the plates from the woman in front of her, apologizing. "Sorry, Judy. Table 12?" Judy nodded and Beth turned on her heel, weaving through the people that crowded the small diner. She blew her light hair out of her face as she set the two plates ...

The eastern sky was just getting light when the bus had finally stopped and Beth had filed out into the crush of the city. She wandered the sidewalks, never raising her gaze from the concrete, until the streetlights winked out one by one. She was a ghost, passing through the streets of the city ...

10:15.

Beth stared at the clock on the wall. The bus station was cold and harshly lit, the florescent lights glaring brightly down on the room. She'd already been there for half an hour, pacing the floor. It wasn't until the last five minutes or so that she finally took up a chair near the wall ...

"Bethany, dear! Come on now, dinner's ready!"

I barely open my eyes as my grandmother's voice, kind even as she yells, breaks through the sounds of some obscure local band from a few years ago. As I lift my head off the bed to look at the door I slip the headphones off. The song was crap anyway ...

As Brandon stalked the sidelines, a pair of cool blue eyes followed him, shot through with anger, confusion and worry. Bethany rubbed her arms to get blood flow through them again. Why did it have to be so freaking cold for football games? She wasn't even sure why she was here. She and Brandon hadn ...

The party wasn't too hard to find. Just run through the many abandoned warehouses in the city long enough and I could hear the music. The low rhythmic thumping of some terrible techno song. I can already feel it sending shockwaves through my boots as I approach the door. There's some guy in a black ...

Bethany half-smirked at him. There was something wrong, but trying to stop him at this point was like trying to stop the subway with a toothpick. Brandon was in his element and had his mind set. She tapped her gloves fist against his. "Then go get em, superman."

As he trotted off, she quietly added ...

Bethany blew her azure hair out of her eyes with a bored sigh. She still didn't know why she was here. She didn't care about football. This was her brother's world. Not hers. And of course that's why she was here. Her brother. They were close enough to get drunk together and moan about thier ...

'He's wrong.'

That one thought fills my head as I slam my fist into the bag suspended before me. The rythmic slap of skin meeting leather joins my own grunts and groans bouncing off the corner of the dojo. Despite the cool air, sweat dances on the ends of my hair and down my back, soaking my thin ...

So, yeah... I need a room if you got one free.

Thanks. I'll remember that.

*smirks at the blue-haired, winged boy* Kind of. There was this guy in St. Louis. I learned not to fall on my @*# for him. That count?

"What were you thinking? Were you thinking?"

Thomas Jordan paced the floor of his living room, his fingers squeezing the bridge of his nose. His shoes squeaked with each step, and the business suit he wore rustled softly. He was the picture of a man in the prime of his life. A successful ...