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In which Alec Foster somehow both fits the private school rich kid mold perfectly and shatters it completely. Alec dodged people in the hallway, eliciting only a few odd looks, all from new students, he was sure. He looked like a fashion model on a business call on his way to the gym, but that was completely normal for him, and everyone else had gotten used to it over the years. "Yes. No. No. Yes!" His words were strangely cropped and formal as he tried to keep his two bags close to his chest so they wouldn't hit anyone's heads. "Wha- No! Ryan, what are you thinking?" He groaned, ducking around a corner, his eyes on the ceiling out of frust

In which Panda is like a baby bunny and Zavier is secretly terrified. Zavier was practically bouncing up and down as he looked around, his feet moving just as far up as they did forward. A bright, childish bream was gracing his pale pink lips, his eyes flickering from door to door. His thoughts were racing too fast for him to focus on anything but the adrenaline rushing through his veins at the simple prospect of where he was until he was brought out of it by a hand waving in front of his face, navy polish flashing along the pale skin. That and the tug on his hand made him look down at the girl walking next to him. A black eyebrow was tweak

In which Divine Cale is voluntarily antisocial because solely perceived notions. Divine held her book up to her nose even as she weaved through the halls, her overstuffed book-bag pulling her back far more than the duffel hanging off of her left shoulder. She flawlessly sidestepped the few people she came across without so much as a glance up, far too immersed in the written world of fairy halflings, love triangles, and aristocratic scandals. She reached her own door, still without looking away, even to pull her purple-painted key out of the pocket of her baby pink jumper. After all, it was the same room every year – three of them, now – so

In which Liv wonders if her roommate is secretly five years old. Rowan was practically skipping down the hall, despite her arms being weighed down by a pair of heavy, stuffed duffel bags. Although, people probably wouldn't be very surprised by that if they noticed the leans muscle covering her arms and legs. Facially, though, she looked like she should have been struggling to drag those bags across the ground. She looked around thirteen, thanks to her wide, chocolate brown eyes, and her flawless tan skin and carefully curled strawberry blonde hair didn't exactly make her look any tougher, but as soon as anyone noticed her cut-off black camis

In which we meet the real, though less annoying, Rachel Berry. Amber looked around the hall with a wide-eyed smile, like she was walking through the streets of New York. The two stuffed, brown leather bags she was pulling behind her only added to the effect. In fact, her striped sweater and the gray beret perched on her black hair, gentle waves framing her pale skin, was very reminiscent of a character from a certain Fox teen dramedy, if only her clothes weren't coordinated. Instead of skyscrapers, though, she was staring at poster-covered, copper-painted walls, white wood doors interrupting the trophy cases and framed pictures of every stud

In which Ana Wagner feels caught between a rock and... her parents. Ana ran a hand through her hair, caramel-colored fingers running easily through slightly coarse, wavy, dark brown locks. She looked like she should be walking into a dance studio, rather than down a boarding school hallway. Her gray T-shirt hung off of her left shoulder, revealing the strap of the tight black tank she had on underneath, the hem visible above her beige camo cargo pants, which were almost dragging over the tops of her olive sneakers. Her hair was swept over the opposite shoulder, her silver bangles clattering against each other as her fingers subconsciously ta

In which Olivia Finch feels both suffocated and used. "No, Mom, I don't know what the first musical they're performing is," Olivia cut off her mother's question as she shouldered her dorm room door open, smart phone held up to her ear, as it had been for the past hour. She was sure that it would die soon and, honestly, she would relish it. She needed an excuse to hang up on the woman. "What do you mean, why not?" Her tone was sharper – more annoyed, less cynical – as she threw her three overstuffed duffel bags onto the bed furthest from the door. "I've only been here for five minutes! I didn't stop to ask!" She groaned, falling backward so

In which we meet someone who confuses themselves more than anyone else. Skye held his bags tightly in his hands, counteracting the rest of his relaxed saunter as he approached his dorm room. His... Hers? Its? No, definitely "hers", one could tell with a bit of closer observation, though her short, swept-over haircut, plain but cute features, and baggy clothes made her look androgynous enough to hear the other two on a regular basis. Even her voice was distinctly alto/tenor, both singing and speaking, providing no relief to those trying to figure it out, just like her name, though they could usually tell if they were actually looking for it

In which we remember the jerky, egotistical private school student stereotype. Matt walked down the hall, the smirk never leaving his lips, especially as he made eye contact with a smaller, nerdy-looking boy holding his map too close to his face. The junior's thoughts all circled around how much better he was than everyone else in the school and how lucky they were to have him in their presence. Of course, that was what his thoughts usually came back to, but it was always worse on the first day back. See, Matt King was – is – awesome. He's cool, smart, funny, and all around better than everyone else. In his own head, ay least. Everyone else

In which we meet a perfect stereotype... on the outside, at least. Travis walked down the hall, dragging two small suitcases behind him, calmly looking around, taking in the paintings, photos, posters, and trophies on the wall as he looked at the room numbers on the slabs of wood interrupting it. He tried to ignore the "CA" on nearly everything, not wanting to think about how far away he was from home. Especially Lucas. The older boy was, quite literally, all of the way across the country, choosing to go to college in New York City instead of near their small Michigan town. No matter how many acquaintances Travis got, how many people liked