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[Hazel "Zee" Logan]

First day in White Hill.
It couldn't get any worse right? She had woke up in the morning, just like always, and understood that she was one hour late from her class. Perfect! When she arrived to her class, it actually wasn't her class after all. And she had to look for her classroom for another long hour before finding it. Also, she happened the fall asleep during class, and the teacher yelled her. For being late, for sleeping in class and for not paying attention to her first class of the year. Lunch break had been the worst. She had grabbed her food and bumped into an innocent fellow student who had a white shirt. There goes her orange juice, there goes the girl's brand new white D&G top.

Hazel angrily kicked some sand into water. It was just first days, no need to get angry, mate, had someone said to her earlier. Yeah, maybe... But Zee hated to fail in stuff like this. She knew she could've done better. She could've, just maybe, woke up earlier that morning. And thus she would've saved herself from total humiliation. It didn't matter anymore. Tomorrow everything would go better and she could be a little more charming and try to socialize with others.

She sat down on the beach. Zee was wearing a pair of worn jeans, vans and cat ear hoodie. Those clothes somehow reminded her of her life back in Chicago. This was her first time really far away from home, alone, by herself. 'I think I can manage by myself, thank you very much!' she remembered saying to her brother. He had offered to come with her, but Zee had refused. She wanted to do things by herself.

( Sorry, it's not very good. :D First post, hard post. )

[Frank Canstine]

||haha. Mine would have been a million times worse.||

Ah, how teachers hated "Mr. Castine". It wasn't his fault teachers had such boring lessons. Seriously. Every person in the class knew how to tune a guitar. They weren't twelve year olds, after all.
So he'd texted in class. A total no-no with his music teacher.
So the phone got taken away. Frank wasn't sure when he was actually supposed to get it back, but he had it right now. Sneaking into the drawer after class had actually been quite easy. His had been very simple to find, just because it seemed to be so outdated next to all the Sidekicks and Blueberrys that were also in the desk.
At least he had the phone. And today, Frank Castine hit the beach. He wore a hood over his head, not wanting to actually get a tan, not that he could, anyway.
He loved to hear the waves crashing into each other. The little kids running and screaming and having a good time. The beach was an excellent place to get candids of real people having real fun.

[Hazel "Zee" Logan]

Zee looked at those who were happily running around on the beach, when he noticed a familiar face. From his school. The boy who she could describe with one word: emo. A black medium length hair and blue eyes against the pale white skin. Zee knew the boy all too well as Francois Canstine. Often mentioned as Frank. She wondered if the boy was much like the guys had been in her school: always fixing their hair and putting on make up. Okay, not always. And not all of them used make up that didn't match their clothing. Zee rolled her eyes. She was being so mean while she had no idea what kind of person Frank was. Zee stood up. Only one way to find out if he was cool or not.

She walked towards him and received a giggle from some girls of her class. Zee grinned to them and gave them a small wave. Even though she knew they were making fun of her.. unique appearance but she really couldn't care less. That's how she always survived in Chicago, that's how she would survive here in White Hill. Zee arrived to the boy and wondered which class he was taking. She remembered seeing him in music class, so maybe he was a music student.

"Hey", she said happily, "You're Frank, aren't you?" At that moment she invented thousands of other ways she could've started to conversation, but only one of them had come out of her mouth. "I'm.. Hazel", she continued without showing him any signs of unsureness.