AND IT'S A GARRY OWEN

[ADMIN]

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A calm day on a nice February afternoon. The temperature reaches up to 76 degrees and feels like 70. The skies are partly cloudy, but the sun still shines through. This is the biggest game of the season for Rockhurst Academy. Nearly all of the students that attend are in the stands, around the field, or somewhere within ear shot of the game. Rugby is one of the most important sports to the school, a big spirit day for everyone. Even the least expected kids are there to support the team, hoping for the big celebratory parties held afterward. The crowd is roaring and everyone attending seems to be having the time of their lives. All is well in little Meriwether, California.

[Addison Harvey]

Addison, Addison. He hadn’t realized it was after noon. He had been planning to “tailgate” out in the parking lot of the fields before the game started. He knew he didn’t have a car, like most kids at the boarding school, but some of the kids would bring food and they would have their own type of tailgating. Now there were only thirty minutes until the kick off, so he decided he’d better leave now so he could find the people he knew and go with them. If he wouldn’t have been such a scrawny guy all his life, rugby would have been his sport of choice, but he wasn’t sure how well he’d match up to these tougher-than-football type of guys. He’d stick to playing soccer occasionally, even though he hadn’t been on a team in at least three years. Addison pushed the thoughts aside and carried on with his morning routines. He looked around his room for clothes that looked clean; he really needed to go to the laundry mat. In his closet there looked to be about three shirts on hangers, and a massive pile on the ground. He found a green t-shirt with some faded, yellow text that he could not decipher anymore. He was pretty sure that it had been a shirt from donating blood years ago. In his dresser he found a pair of distressed, black jeans and decided they were acceptable. And as a bonus, they’d match the white and green Puma slip-ons his parents had sent him at Christmas. He shuffled around his room, paying careful attention to the piles of clothes, magazines, and all other things on his floor. He stopped at the mirror and flattened his hair out with his hands, but it really didn’t matter. He liked the way he looked, he didn’t care. Before exiting the room he turned the light off and made a last check to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything, and soon he was outside searching the crowd for familiar faces.

[Rob Jones]

Rob had bought his concessions, with $10 to spare; he'd only bought a large soda and a bag of chips, but that costed half of the twenty he had brought with him. Doesn't the school have enough money from tuitions and such without charging outrageous prices for pop and chips? It was as bad as the movie theater. He regretted not buying food and drink at the gas station for two bucks and smuggling it in his bag. At least he didn't eat very much; he couldn't imagine how much the other students probably spent on food. One of the few positives of smoking. Oh, well. Not much he could do about it now. He figured he should probably find a place to sit, preferably with friends, before the bleachers filled completely up. At most schools, football was the big thing, but not at Rockhurst; it was rugby, and with good reason. Rugby matches were always quite fun to watch, and there was something amusing about the way the players dog-piled on their opponents to keep them down. Rob exhaled a deep breath, and took a look around the stand for Addison. He thought he recalled Addy saying something about coming.

[Cambria Delgado]

Cambria wrinkled her nose in aggravation. Every time she went anywhere there was always a large man that just had to sit in front of her. Whether it was movies, fashion shows, or sporting events she couldn’t ever see what she came for. She thought maybe she should move more to the left of the bleachers, but it was primarily the band section and she didn’t be that close to all the instruments. Games were loud, which she didn’t mind, but she really didn’t want to add anymore than she really needed to. Then the far right side was a parent section, which would have been okay except for all the younger siblings of students at Rockhurst that were there. After a few more minutes of awkwardly trying to see around the man’s body in front of her, she decided to get up and stand against the fence. She was expecting to meet up with a few people anyways, so she might as well have gotten a head start. She slid through the cramped seats of the bleachers and walked down to the field, stopping at the fence. She leaned against it and put her head on her hands, which was a bad idea. She felt her sleeve catching on the sharp part of the fence links. Her sleeve was made of thin, lace-type material. She fidgeted with it for a moment, until she got it lose and luckily, without ripping it. She smiled to herself and decided to just stand against the fence and rolled her sleeves up.

[Piper Louis]

Piper was running around her dorm room, trying to get ready before the game started. It was the biggest game of the season, apparently, and her friends would kill her if she missed it.
Of course, the redhead had crap all over her room. Books, clothing, etc. etc. Not good. She picked up shirt after shirt, before finally deciding on a seemingly clean black, V-neck. It passed the sniff-n-stain test, at least. God, she was such a boy sometimes.
Piper then looked through another pile of clothing, which seemed to be made up of pajama bottoms and jeans. She weeded through them, before picking one of her favorites, a pair of acid wash skinnies. Good, most of the outfit was done. Piper searched through out the unkempt room for her worn Converse. After a few moments, she spotted them under her bed, along with her abandoned homework from last week. Wonderful. She would've gotten an A on that, too.
She hopped over to her vanity, as she pulled on her shoes. She applied her make-up, which was pretty simple, really. Some cover-up, eye-liner, mascara, and gloss. The usual. She smiled at herself, ruffling her short, red hair. Try to make it look semi-decent, right?
Piper was as ready as she could be. She grabbed her wallet, phone and iPod, and ran out the room.
In a short while, she made it to the field. It was so crowded already.
Goddamn your laziness, Piper! she mentally scolded herself. She looked around the bleachers, hoping there was an empty seat by someone.

[Cambria Delgado]

Cambria flipped the hair on her left shoulder, it felt like a bug had flown into it but nothing was there. Surely someone she knew was here by now. She turned around searching the crowd for familiar faces. She saw Addy from a distance, walking toward the stadium and Rob was near the concession stand. Cambria hated being "that person who stares at everyone" but it felt awkward to only look one direction, stopping when she found who she was looking for, but not going in that direction. She made a quick sweep over the entire crowd, just to tie it off. She began to look back to the game but her eyes went back to a very fiery, orange spot. She looked harder and recognized the girl as someone who went to her school, obviously, but she was pretty sure she had never said anything to her. She always liked to see people with such creative hair and fashion ideas, but always kept herself, for the most part, fairly blank and conserved, hoping not to interfere with her modeling career. She thought about going to talk to the girl, and even took a few steps forward, but then realized she'd sound stupid going through the whole crowd just to compliment her hair, then turn away. She looked toward Rob and Addison who had practically found each other already. Maybe she'd just go over to them, and they could all nonchalantly end up in the stadium and she could ask the girl about her hair. Cambria grabbed the straps of the small Fjällräven on her back and walked to where Addison and Rob had met at.