&A THOUSAND BURNING SUNS.

[GRACE AVERY ROSSWELL]

grace hadn't been here a month, having entered the school year late, and yet she could still, honestly, say that she hated it. it wasn't appealing in the least, everyone here could easily considered a lune and just being placed in the same school as them made her a lune too. or at least, that was how grace figured it. there was a possibility she was crazy just by being here, wasn't there? and with that possibility, there was another-- she could slowly be forming into her mother. just thinking about her mother sent a shiver down her spine, a couple of years from now she could have make up caked on, fake boobs, and be running around screaming at people for another margarita or a froyo. grace had never understood her mothers antics, yes, she understood that frozen yogurt was amazing, not that she'd let herself indulge in it these days, but there was no reason to go screaming around about it. grace could also honestly say that if it wasn't for someone who was supposed to be her best friend she wouldn't be here. for the longest time her mother had been making her friends for her, telling her who she could hang out with and who she couldn't, and now grace couldn't figure out where her mother had been when she'd made friends with that certain girl. they'd been best friends for years, which means her mother had to of approved or else she would have taken action against grace's own thoughts like she normally did. but she hadn't, which had meant this girl should have been good enough for grace but in the end of the friendship she'd ended up wishing that her mother had noticed something untrustworthy about this girl. though, her mother didn't really care about trust, as long as they looked nice and had money they were clearly good in her book. grace had told someone she trusted about her 'eating habits' and she'd gotten screwed over. and how did that go down? apparently her 'best friend' had run off to a counselor, who had contacted grace's parents. this of course, all happening on grace's birthday only making it worse and by the end of the night grace's mother had decided what was best for grace. and that was to send her off to a school full of crazies.

lying in bed, grace was feeling anything but comfortable. more like nervous and upset. that was all she'd been since she'd gotten here, and it made her worse that they made her eat. considering she was already upset with being there, that didn't make her want to eat any more than she normally would and with people shoving food down her throat that certainly didn't help. every time a meal came around she was about ready to off the person who was going to sit next to her until she ate everything. turning over on her side, she sighed, she didn't want to lie here for the rest of the day. classes were already over and she needed something to do. lying around simply wasn't as fun as being able to be at home with friends, and going out to the mall or a party, or anything with them, really. being thrown in this school made her dislike her mother more than she normally did. her father had tried to advise her mother against it, he kept on suggesting a therapist for grace to her mother, but her mother kept telling her that this school would cure her. that placing her in a school full of people who probably already knew the tricks to get out of everything was going to help her. in the end, her father had obviously lost the case and grace had been forced to come here just days after her eighteenth birthday. grace slowly sat up, before standing and straightening her skirt. she didn't exactly have anything to do or anyone to go find. biting her lip, she pulled on a pair of shoes, before grabbing one of her binders and a pen. she had an essay that was due in a few days and since she didn't really have anything else to do she could easily work on that. she really didn't want to though, but it wasn't like she had anything else to do. normally, she'd just wait until the day before and then take off to work on it, but in times of boredom homework seemed to be the only thing left.

with one last sigh, grace shook her hair out of her face as she shut her dorm door behind her and began to make her way to the library. it didn't take long, considering that was about the only place she could remember the location of besides her classes. once she got there she made her way throughout the library that grace found as far too quiet for her tastes, and bare. there were far too few people, and none of them seemed to be the goofballs that'd start laughing and causing a scene out of nowhere. so now her last source of entertainment really did seem to be her essay. frowning, she made her way to a table in the back and pulled out a chair towards the window before opening her binder and staring at it, full of boredom. it wasn't long before her eyes had trailed off to the window next to her, looking for something more entertaining to do or occupy herself with.

HEY BABY, SUP? FIRST OFF, THIS POST IS TAGGED FOR CONNER, GOT IT? AND YOU SEE THOSE LYRICS UP THERE? THOSE BELONG TO THE SONG AUDIENCE OF ONE BY RISE AGAINST. AND GRACE IS DRESSED TO THE NINES IN THIS OH, THE STATUS OF THE POST? I FIGURED YOU WOULD ASK-- THIS POST IS DEFINITELY 955, NOT TO MENTION IT'S AROUND NUMBER WORDS LONG. AND ONE LAST THING SORRY IF THIS IS REALLY SUCKY.

[center][IMG]http://i48.tinypic.com/2q342s4.png[/IMG][/center]
[blockquote][blockquote][size=0][font=tahoma]wordsss.[/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[blockquote][blockquote][size=0]HEY BABY, SUP? FIRST OFF, THIS POST IS TAGGED FOR [COLOR=c32b5e][B]CONNER[/B][/COLOR], GOT IT? AND YOU SEE THOSE LYRICS UP THERE? THOSE BELONG TO THE SONG [COLOR=c32b5e][B]AUDIENCE OF ONE[/B][/COLOR] BY [COLOR=c32b5e][B]RISE AGAINST[/B][/COLOR]. AND GRACE IS DRESSED TO THE NINES IN [COLOR=c32b5e][B][URL=http://www.polyvore.com/dont_take_it_personally/set?id=15217834]THIS[/URL][/B][/COLOR] OH, THE STATUS OF THE POST? I FIGURED YOU WOULD ASK-- THIS POST IS DEFINITELY [COLOR=c32b5e][B]STATUS[/B][/COLOR], NOT TO MENTION IT'S AROUND [COLOR=c32b5e][B]NUMBER[/B][/COLOR] WORDS LONG. AND ONE LAST THING [COLOR=c32b5e][B]NOTES[/B][/COLOR].[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[CONNER LUKAS MYSTERY]

stupid project. really, who wanted to do an essay? well. he had no choice. the worse part about it all, was that he was the only one who had to do one. why? well, he was failing the class. maybe skipping so much wasn't his best idea in the world. but he had known that before hand anyways! yet he had still done it. and he was far behind, which seemed to be the worst thing in the world. he was a senior. if he didn't pass the class, he'd be stuck there. and conner, wasn't having that. oh hell no, he wouldn't stay in the hell whole any longer than he needed to. though, conner was not one to get right onto this. it had been given to him, last week? and well, it happened to be due tomorrow. he had yet to even start it. which, was bad on his half, because he needed it to be done. though the blond was lazy, that wasn't hard to see. the senior really needed to get off his ass, and go to the library, he'd most likely be pulling an all nighter to finish this. it would end up being crap, oh for sure. but at least he'd get a grade, and he could pass, even if it was only barley. that was all that really mattered. was it that bad of a place? yeah, it actually was. conner hated it, but that was because it was full of people who were crazy. he couldn't say anything about it though, he could be considered one. conner was no where near crazy though, he just had a bad temper. and nothing more than that. some people here, were actually crazy. the senior actually didn't know them, but he knew about them. he knew enough he would try to avoid them. you don't mess with a fucked up kid, not the group, but one's that really were fucked up in the head.

conner just had an issue with people getting in his face, or messing with him. he'd gotten enough abuse as a child, he didn't need people walking all over him anymore. that was why he ended up here. but he couldn't help but wonder, was he just like his parents by his actions. he'd like to think not, he didn't beat the crap out of kids for no reason. he actually didn't beat anyone. he'd push or heat, but he wouldn't beat anyone. it didn't matter if people thought he would, he had a bit of control over his own temper. which was a good thing. his blue eyes stared up at the ceiling. he really did not feel like getting up and going to the library to find a few books. he didn't even want to read, why did he have to do the stupid project? it wasn't even on an interesting topic, the teacher could have given him a better one, conner was almost positive on that one. but slowly he started sliding off the bed, feet first on the ground before sitting up. running his hands over his face. going outside, would not be fun, having to go to the library would not be fun either. he started to get up, searching for his shoes. he found one, half way shoved under his bed. where was the other one? his eyes cut toward the closet, but it didn't seem to be around that area. and his eyes moved over to the dresser, he could see the heel sticking out, and he made his way toward it. of course, he tripped over a pair of pants on the way over, but that was nothing big. he didn't hit the ground too hard, after all. but he shoved his shoe on, and moved toward the door, shutting it hard behind him, and playing with the handle. to anyone that passed they'd think he was trying to break it off. in reality he was trying to make sure, the door had locked when he had left.

nothing much more to it. with that, he started toward the library. the walk went by quick, maybe because he'd made his light blue eyes go toward the ground and watch his feet, rather than everything around him as he walked. after pushing the doors to the library open, he made his way down the aisle's. he needed to find the nonfiction section. which, actually wasn't very hard to find. he knew what book he was on a hunt for at the moment, his eyes scanned for it. he needed about five? that would work. he could get allot of information from them, and the teacher wouldn't know which one he got it from, right? and conner could change the wording a bit. that would help. he found a book that looked like he'd need, and he grabbed it, letting it fall and hit the ground, before his eyes scanned for another one, and he dropped it right on top of that one. three more, was all he'd need. though he didn't see what he was looking for, he couldn't find the main one he needed. but he did find another one, and he grabbed the three books. the one he really needed, didn't seem to be on the shelf, had someone already grabbed it? conner was almost positive that no one else had been given such an essay. no one else was failing the class. well, if they were new, they'd be really far behind. but that couldn't have been it.

[GRACE AVERY ROSSWELL]

grace would rather be at home in colorado than sitting at some stupid table, in a musty old library, in the center of a building for crazies. it was like being put in a psych ward, except with more people and to more extremes. from the gossip grace had already heard, quite a few of these people could be in jail for one thing or another, in fact, grace had even heard from some girl that some kids had killed before and that sort of scared grace. her parents thought that she would be "cured of her unhealthy eating habits" when in reality sending her here was just making her feel worse and worse by the day. she didn't belong here! she belonged in colorado, going to her usual private school day by day and hanging out with her friends every evening and night. she needed to have that life back, where she could text constantly and do whatever she wanted and attend whatever party she was invited to before it was even formed. she needed the life she'd been given back. her mother had sent her away, and grace despised her for it. if anyone needed to be locked away for being crazy in the rosswell house it was clearly her mother, or at least that was how grace saw it. there was no way anyone could honestly look at her mother when she wasn't putting on some sort of fake, pathetic show for the world and say that she wasn't crazy in some way, shape or form. grace really did believe that her mother was mental and it was only a matter of time that her mother snapped on her, she figured that being sent to this school was only postponing that from happening. but in grace's mind, she was already home. she was to be spending her senior year in some dirty school full of crazy kids instead of the usual private school she'd attended the rest of her high school years at, and after this year? she could go home, and move out. she didn't have to stick around if she didn't want to, and she certainly didn't. what was there to stay for at her house? her mother? her father? the yelling? the fights? none of it was worth sticking around for.

grace was dramatic when it came to most things, that was how she'd been raised. but when it came to her mother it was hard to be dramatic especially when you could hear her screaming from grace's end of the phone line among other things. it was just hard for things and people like that to be overlooked. grace couldn't wait to get out of this school, she could barely stand it when the people here looked at her like this was where she belonged. she didn't belong here, she belonged back home with her friends, where she'd grown up her entire life. she belonged in a city, with an amazing job and whatever she wanted. she didn't belong in a school, full of crazy kids who could make you drop dead with a simple look. grace wasn't crazy, she just didn't eat because when she did it made her feel sick among other things, it was easier for her to avoid food than to constantly feel sick to her stomach. that didn't make her crazy, that didn't make her mentally ill, grace was still normal in her own perspective. and when people looked at her like she belonged here, like she was one of them, it made her skin crawl. it made her want to scratch at her skin until she bled and then climb in her bed and cry until she fell asleep. grace was furious with her parents for sending her here, furious with her best friend for telling her secret, just plain out mad at multiple people and yet all she could do was sit around, sulk and feel sorry for herself. if she had the ability to walk out of the library and run around and have fun she would, but she didn't see how anyone in this school could have fun.

grace sat there, staring out the window as the minutes passed turning away when she noticed someone walking past her table into the stack of books. she needed to stop being so distracted and actually start working on the essay, though she really didn't want to. she didn't see what she was getting out of it. she'd probably be more willing to do it if she wasn't in this school, if she wasn't so hung up on feeling sorry for herself and just plain out pouting. pushing her hair out of her eyes, she returned her gaze back to the book in front of her. she sighed lightly, unable to actually concentrate on it. looking up again when the same person who had passed earlier was passing by again, her eyes caught his books and she realized that from his reading material, it was likely that he was working on the same project as her. he hadn't exactly passed the table she was sitting at just yet when she said, "excuse me, sorry to interrupt but you're in the same history class as me, right? maybe you could help me? i'm working on this project," she flipped the pages of the book next to her lamely to show before continuing, "perhaps you've previously done this project? i'm trying to catch up." if he rejected to help her, she'd get over it eventually, at first it would bother her that she'd been rejected by someone but then she'd come to realize that maybe it was for the best considering he was probably insane. she pushed her hair out of her eyes again, half hoping that he would actually sit down with her and help her out.

HEY BABY, SUP? FIRST OFF, THIS POST IS TAGGED FOR CONNER, GOT IT? AND YOU SEE THOSE LYRICS UP THERE? THOSE BELONG TO THE SONG AUDIENCE OF ONE BY RISE AGAINST. AND GRACE IS DRESSED TO THE NINES IN THIS OH, THE STATUS OF THE POST? I FIGURED YOU WOULD ASK-- THIS POST IS DEFINITELY FINISHED, NOT TO MENTION IT'S AROUND 1024 WORDS LONG. AND ONE LAST THING I HAD NO IDEA WHAT TO PUT TOWARDS THE END. FAIL. ><.