~Hannah~ Everbody keeps throwing suggestions around as we slowly trickle into the hallway. Oh good grief. "Never mind, Emma." I say. "Never mind what?" She asks incredulously. "I can't join this group. You have my support, but I can't."

Chicken. A voice in my mind calls out. I roll my eyes and move forward in search of Grammar class. "Hannah!" Emma calls out, obviously exasperated. I turn around, walking backwards and salute her, a cocky grin on my face.

"Um, uh, hi?" A girl says nearby. I whip around. Oh. She isn't talking to me. "I'm Amelia," She mumbles.

"Is your next class grammer by any chance?" I raise an eyebrow, but keep moving. "What?" The other girl asks. "Nothing. Uh, I'm just gonna go." Amelia says. Keep moving. Someone smacks into me.

"Hey!" I call out indignantly. "Oh, sorry." Amelia says, blushing. "Nah, it's okay. You just surprised me." She smiles faintly, nodding. "I heard you were going to Grammar ...!" I say ackwardly as we walk through the hall. 

"Oh! Yeah ..." I sigh. You aren't exactly attempting to make friends with me, eh? Do I just not appear to have the same intrests?

"Would, um, does it really take more than five minutes to name all your fandoms?" Amelia asks quietly. I grin.

"Probably," I admit. "Tolkenites, Star Wars, Disney, Legos, Drawing, Video games, MLP, Reading, The Inheritance Cycle, The Enchanted Forest Chronicles, Fanart, Roleplaying, Crafting, and I used to do Webkinz, but the website is awful now, um ... oh! Writing, Singing, Listening to music, WoF, Redwall, The Chronicles of Prydain, Warriors, The Hunger Games, Oz, Neverland, Harry Potter, and I would like to get into Cosplay, The Princess Bride, Marvel, and that's pretty much it." I glance down at my watch.

"Rats," I say, trying to contain a grin. "Only a minute." Amelia looks at me with a funny expression on her face.

"Here, I have to show you this." I say, pulling out my phone.  

"See?!" I exclaim. 

Sorry I haven't posted for a while!

Arabella~

Going out of the classroom, I hear snatches of whispered conversation. I strain my ears and try to make out what people are saying. A prank? On Mr. Blits? That guy is well and truly a pile of schist, but even with my smart-mouthedness, I try not to cause more trouble than necessary.

I look for Kate, but she's camouflaged in the sea of kids. That's OK. There's about ten minutes until the next period, so I go down a few corridors and, lo and behold, there's the library.

I suck in my breath. This place is the best. Shelves and shelves of books, twice my height, with armchairs here and there. I go to a remote corner and plop down in one, opening my comic book and plugging my earbuds in my ears.

One of my favorite songs starts playing. "Arabella's got some interstellar gator-skin boots...and a helter-skelter 'round her little finger and I ride it endlessly.."

I sing along out loud when it comes to my favorite part, my fingers tapping in rhythm on the armrest. "Just might have tapped into your mind and soul...you can't be sure." It's always fun to pretend the song is about me. Maybe an alternate me. A super-cool, not nerdy, not anxious, not clumsy me. 

I look at my watch and jump. Ten minutes is up. I stuff my things in my bag and leave the library at a run. I skid down hallways until I find my locker, hastily switching my math things out and looking at my schedule. Next period? Grammar. Maybe I'll do better. Hopefully.

~

Well, there's the origin of my username. Anyone else a fan of the Arctic Monkeys, or am I that one weird indie-rock-loving chick in the back of the room? (Well, yeah, probably, ha.) 

GO INDIE ROCK! I didn't know about the Arctic Monkeys until now, Arabella, but Indie-Pop/Rock and Alt-Pop/Rock are the best! Has anyone heard of the band The 1975 or Neutral Milk Hotel? (I found out about Neutral Milk Hotel by reading Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green. There is some cussing in it but it's a good book.)

Amelia~

Let's see. How many fandoms do we have in common? Star Wars, Disney, Drawing, Reading, Fanart, RPing, Crafting, Webkinz, which is crazy because I totally agree with her about the website being horrible now. It's not even fun anymore because you have to get a deluxe membership for everything! Writing, Singing but not in front of people, listening to music, especially those lesser known bands, Warriors, The Hunger Games, Harry Potter, and Marvel. 

"Here, I have to show you this," she says, taking her phone from her pocket. "See?!"

I laugh out loud, something I haven't done at school in a long time. "True that!" I exclaim, surprising myself. That was kind of loud, I think. Oh, gosh, Amelia, this is not a time to stress out over little things. Pull yourself together! I'm probably blushing like crazy. I swear, people probably think I have some kind of skin disorder, with me blushing so often. I stare at my shoes, unsure of what to say.

"So, we both like art." I finally mutter. Duh, Amelia! She literally just said she liked art. But, this is a good topic to start a conversation, at least for me. I could talk about art for hours. "What kind of art do you do?" I ask, adding, "I do a lot of shading. Faces are the hardest to draw for me, but I like to do them because it's a challenge. What about you?" 

~Hannah~ "So, we both like art." Amelia says after laughing at my picture. I nod and tuck my phone into my pocket.

"What kind of art do you do?" Amelia asks. "I do a lot of shading. Faces are the hardest to draw for me, but I like to do them because it's a challenge. What about you?"  I grin. I'm finally making some headway. "I mostly do a manga based artwork with almost no shading, even though I know how to do it," 

"It sometimes takes me hours to get the body shape to my liking," I say, tossing my hair over my shoulder. "And, I can't draw guys. It's my fatal flaw." I say.

"I can draw some pretty good ponies, but I perfer to make group pictures of a roleplay I'm in, or a book I'm writing. I can draw some okay dragons. Only because my sister has an awesome book about it.

"It suggests putting hair on dragons, but personally, I find that a bit weird. Somehow the author manages to pull it off, though."

Amelia nods. "What are some fandoms we have in common?" I ask. "FYI, we need to wrap it up." I say, then realize what that sounded like. I smack my face. "Sorry, it's just I don't want to be late for class. I would absoloutely love to keep talking."