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[casey jaye downes]

gym class. as much as casey loved to run around like a fifth grader after digesting a cupcake-- or dodging balls like they were landmines... the bright haired girl decided to abstain from dressing in her gym gear, and participating in class today. besides, weight room day was tomorrow-- and if anything she liked that better, it was more a big socializing thing, than anything else. plus, they had a punching bag--- casey loved punching bags; she pictured them as human torsos. yes, that's strangely morbid, but it's also the reason casey never took anything out on her classmates. she was too busy beating their imaginary torsos into a pulp-- or at least a mental pulp.

the hallways were crowded as usual, she could practically hear the gossip flowing from people's lips. typical high school drama. sometimes casey found herself wondering why people--- nah, nevermind. that's like questioning why people like hollywood gossip sites. people were disgusting-- to an extent, at least... maybe to the neon haired girl. cracking her neck she entered the girl's changing room from the corridor, it was one of two ways to get to the gym. instead of bothering to grab her clothes, she looked in the mirror-- and decided to fix how she looked slightly. she was rather pleased with her choice in clothing, and no... it didn't scream "come fuck me", because that wasn't something she really wanted. slutty girls were disgusting.

true she wasn't the most classy person in the world, and yeah-- she maybe downright violent, but at least she had... standards? if one could even call it that. she had a sense of what was decent, and what wasn't meant for society. yawning, she glanced to the mirror as she stopped dazing out. she looked normal, aside from her hair. even her makeup was normal. as her moccasin clad feet headed out the changing room, she glanced at the gym floor-- a good amount of balls laid in a row in the center. this only meant one thing, and that one thing was none other than dodgeball. nothing like being pelted with a rubber ball to get the blood flowing in the morning.

one of the gym teachers looked at her with a raised brow, looking at his grade-book, he marked that she wasn't changed for gym. going to the bleachers, she sat at the very top row. putting in one of her white earbuds, she pulled out a note book and a pen. beginning to doodle she watched the students coming out of the changing room. as she listened to "detroit" by fireworks, a smile played it's way across her glossy lips. today was going to be a good day, she could feel it in her bones... or maybe that was just the fact she was going to see people get pummeled with balls. one couldn't know for sure.

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[ryan david harrison]

Ryan strolled into the changing rooms wearing his usual punk but yet somewhat elegant attire, he wore a bright blue Harrington jacket, a checkered shirt, a pair of dark grey jeans and a pair of Doc Marten boots. He gave the trademark 'sup' head nod to a few of the guys in the changing room. 'who's up for a beating today then?' A few of his friends laughed and gave him a slight push as if to say 'shut your face.' Ryan changed into his gym gear but thought to himself 'hold on a sec, its dodge ball today, i may be able to get a kick in here, Doc martens it is today.'

As he walked out of the changing room he laughed at what he was wearing, a plain and simple white shirt, black track pants and a pair of Doc Marten boots 'I do love my fashion sense.' Thought Ryan to himself as he walked through the doors of his Gym class. In the hall were, himself, the Gym teacher and a girl he'd always seen around school but never actually spoke to. He glanced at the floor and saw the dodge balls and smiled, he picked one up and held it for a while. 'Hey, Red head, think fast!' He launched the ball towards the girl as hard as he could half hoping she would catch it but the other half hoping it to miss completely.

Ryan looked at a bench and slowly strolled over towards it to sit down and wait for Gym class to start. 'What joys lie in this weeks Gym class then?' Said Ryan to the Gym teacher stood there clutching his grade-book as if it were his very own bible.