Scream High - High School AU [Open]

[ninjamuunkey]

[[Scream high will also be known as SHS or Scream, and everything about the school is probably going to be a copy of my actual school lol. Everyone is human, no supernatural, just a normal american high school . Its based around September time, first day at school for everyone. Dashes means pov change.]]

Chalk slammed his red locker locker closed, sighed and slumped his bag over his shoulder. The first day of school is always the hardest; trying to get back to the right schedule so you don't miss the bus, having to meet new people, and deal with new classes and teachers. It was all so tiring, that and also trying to put a smile on so you don't get called out as an emo freak. A few days back, Chalk died his hair to a much lighter brown from his natural black hair. It looked like it was done by an amateur, which it was.

He leaned his head against his newly filled locker. His slightly damaged hair fell over his now closed eyes. The smell of the paint and varnish still lingered, making Chalk's headache even worse than before. You can do this Chalk, first day, new school, no one knows you, no one will. You got this Chalky boy. He lifted his head up, turned around sharply, took a deep breath and walked to the first class for the day.

Upon arrival, Chalk noticed the room to be rather open. He checked his papers again, yeah, Math, this is the right room. Seeing a math room so spacey and...comforting? was an odd surprise to the teen. He saw that there was already a few kids sitting down, even though the bell hadn't rung yet. Chalk looked around to survey the kids that he assumed were the 'nerds'. They all seemed normal people, nothing to weird, until he met his eyes with a boy with just as damaged hair as him.

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The blond haired boy felt a slight glare on him. When looking up from his book _{(((NERRRRRDDDD)))}he sees a rather odd looking, dark haired boy, staring right at him. What does he want? Why is he looking at me like that?. He decided to break the stare by going back to the book but is unable to concentrate with the mysterious boy looking at his strangely. He was fixing his glasses, when he felt the weight of the dark boy lift off him and he felt a faint breeze from the boy when he walked past the desk.

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Chalk knew he looked at the blond for too long and probably caused him to be noticed. He regretted even taking notice to something so small as slightly damaged hair. He sat down in the corner desk at the back of the room, like always. Chalk had also brought a book to read while waiting for the bell to ring. A few more kids trickled through the door before the stampede that seems to always happen after the bell rang. Only seconds passes when the teacher came into the room and wrote her name on the board.

"Anderson"

"You see my name up there, that's what you call me, no Miss, Mrs or Ma'am. Anderson, that's it." She said in a intense voice, "Roll call, lift your hand or something to tell me you're here... Mr. Alost?"

Chalk saw the blond glassed boy raise his hand and says 'here'.

"Ummmm, Chalk?" She seemed confused, "There isn't a last name here? Chalk?"

He sighed, he forgot that he doesn't have a last name in his records, so he thought of one off the top of his head.
"Anderson, its Chalk Smith," He said after he raised his hand slightly.

[[omg, i hope this is okay for a starter, idk how to end these things...]]
[[yes i know you have to have a last name to attend school and shit but shoosh! its for plot reasons?]]

[lillium]

((hi e v e i dont believe we have ever RPed.But..Like.. Seriously, can I just say that I love you so much for thinking of this. This is freaking beautiful.! ;3; you amazing genius.))

The first day of school terrified her like every other teenager. Going through four outfit changes and three hair malfunctions, she certainly wasn't starting out her day right. Getting to class early she picked her seat sitting closest to the windows. She stared out at her reflection in the mirror. Lillium was an unusual girl with an unusual name and style. Dressing frilly and girly certainly didn't match her punk like pink locks.  It was hard for her to even remember a time when she hadn't dyed her hair pink. Her odd style made her an easy subject for ridicule. She didn't have many friends here, she remained friendly to everyone but could hardly retain friendships. In shortest terms, high school sucked. 

Flicking her head the bangs in her face parted allowing her to examine her first class. Remaining quiet, her eyes followed the pattern of names and responses from fellow students. Everyone seemed familiar except for a handful of students. Patiently waiting for her turn to be called for attendance.  
"Umm Lillium." Anderson was quickly interrupted by the small cheeky girl. "I'm here, I'm here. Lillium Ford." Lillium laughed hesitantly, knowing just like the other boy she didn't have a last name. Siting quiet she plastered a fake smile on herself hiding her embarrassment. 

[galethewhale]

[mmhmm high school AUs are the best and college AUs and any attempt to put any of my characters in goddamn varsity jackets or something is an opportunity well spent]]
[[also anderson, perfect]]
[[also you're both really cool YEAH, go for the dyed hair, and having to come up with surnames is a bitch shshsh totally stole a surname from another OC of mine //ming]] [[ALSO SORRY FOR LENGTH SO LONG]]

First days of school were apparently always the worst but Eliza didn't know. She'd never even been to school, but instead home schooled by her mother and her father, who had taught her everything she knew. "You'll be fine." - this is what her father had told her when she'd got out the car, a bag slung over her shoulder carelessly as she twirled a lock of dyed powder blue hair around her finger. "Just trust me, everyone will love you." - and they both managed smiles at this point as she made her way into the building.

She'd only seem classic high schools on TV when she'd felt bored. This school seemed almost dull in comparison as she brushed the creases out her skirt and her jacket. Eliza just wanted to make a good first impression - she didn't want to be seen as an outsider but kids could be cruel and words hurt. Maybe not physically, but they still hurt emotionally. Her mother had warned her that high school wasn't going to be all it was cut out to be, but Eliza didn't mind.

Maths. That's what she was reading off her schedule and with a sigh she carefully crumpled it into her bag, twirling a lock of hair around her finger out of habit. She was too nervous, too anxious, but everything was new here. But hopefully she'd made friends and it'd be smooth.

Even though she hated maths with everything she had, she made her way to assigned classroom, reminding herself constantly that everything was alright and that people would like her and they wouldn't be cruel. There were only a handful of people in class once she reached it, people who were too eager or perhaps they were like her - scared of turning up late on their first day. It didn't matter anyway, as she walked in and kept her head down and occasionally smiled if someone's interest stayed on her for longer than necessary. She chose a desk at the back, maybe because nobody had really sat there and she was okay.

She had few minutes to study who was here before the teacher arrived. There was a blond boy reading, a dark haired boy who, like her, had taken a seat at the back of the classroom, bright pink haired girl and a handful of others who didn't stand out. For some reason, those three did. They were... different. Eliza couldn't quite place her finger on it, and didn't have enough time before the teacher came in.

Anderson... That was strange. At least she was quick to the point, as she started calling out the names. There were people without surnames, just like her. Which was also strange, because she didn't think that was common at all.

"Eliza...?" - it trailed off, this was her as she raised her hand shyly, trying to keep her light eyes anywhere but her classmates.

"Eliza Winters." - it wasn't loud, but she saw Anderson nod and go back to the roll call as Eliza rested her head on her desk. Her mother was certainly right - high school wasn't all it was cut out to be.