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 Cade

Cade Deason was your above average seventeen year old. He always had good grades, and is ranked the top in his class. His goal for his graduating year is to become valedictorian. He is also the star quarterback for the schools football team, and was voted best player. He was every girls dream guy. Smart, charming, handsome, and sweet. His girlfriend Samantha is the head cheerleader for the competitive cheerleading team. She was the girl that every other female wanted to be, but couldn’t. She looked like a life sized Barbie doll.

“Cade wake up!” A woman’s voice echoed through the room.

Cade rolled on his back and ran his fingers throughout his short two inch long dirty brown hair. “Man morning already?” Cade slowly sat up but kept his hand on his head. He didn’t sleep much the night before. He was nervous. They got a new kid on the football team yesterday and the kid was good. He also learned from the coach that the kid was going to be his replacement, or stand in. It’s not like it bugged him that the coach had found a good player to take his place if injured. It was the fact that the coach threw the kid at him saying he was to teach him everything he knows about foot ball. He was happy that the coach found someone with enough talent to replace him. The thing wasn’t over a title. He just didn’t want to teach the kid. The kid had a good arm on him but wont pay enough attention to what’s going on in order to do a correct through. “Oh well.” Cade let out a sigh.

He lifted himself off the bed, and walked over to his dresser. He pulled a shirt out of the top drawer. It was a faded blue in color and had the number 103 on the back of it in deep blue. The sleeves had been ripped off so it looked like it was a type of tank top. He pulled a pair of regular jeans out of his closet and put them on over his boxers. After getting dressed he walked into the bathroom he shared with his sister. Of course she was in the shower.

He walked into the foggy bathroom without her noticing due to the fact that she was singing way off key and at the top of her lungs. He walked over to the toilet. “Thank god for crapy pluming or what ever it’s called ” He put his middle finger to the handle on the toilet and pushed it down slowly.

“One...Two.. Three… And scream.” At the last word his sister let out a high pitched scream, and jumped out of the shower as quick as possible. He was prepared for this and turned away from her and held a towel out in her direction.

“You ass!” She said in an angry voice.

“Not everyone is graduated from school and too lazy to go to college.” He turned back towards her as she finished wrapping the towel around her body. She made a face at him and then spit her tongue out in his direction before grabbing her clothes and storming out the bathroom.

Cade smiled and grabbed a brush off the counter and brushed his hair back. Which spiked naturally and stayed that way. He leaned over the sink and grabbed his case that contained his corrective contacts. Washing his hands thouroly before even touching his contacts. He opened it case and carefully removed one of the contacts from the liquid it sat in. While he was putting it in his eye his mother came to the door. “What was that commotion?”

“I don’t know.” Cade said after getting the contact in his eye. He blinked a few times before getting the next one.

His mother looked at the mirror. “You flushed the toilet on your sister again… didn’t you?” A grin appeared on his face and his mom shook her head. “Again? I swear she’s ganna get you back someday so be careful.” His mom left

Cade grabbed his book bag and ran out the door.

 Tristram

Tristram Sieber was your stereotypical version of a punk. The ones you see out in the world causing mischief, and chaos. He was only fifteen and had already been charged with possession and attempt to sell over seven different types of narcotics. From typical, such as “marijuana” to the exotics such as “white widow”. He was every girls ideal bad boy. His grades are mostly D’s on the verge of F’s if they aren’t there already. His constant use of Marijuana has interfered with his memory, and without his usual three hits a day he can’t seem to be able to function. He was also the school’s play boy. He had a new girlfriend every few days or so. No relationship lasting more than 5 days, because Tristram grew bored with them.

Tristram awoke half undressed lying on a couch beer bottle in hand. The smell of alcohol drenched his shirt. His head was spinning and he still felt a little disoriented. He stood up and blinked a few times trying to remember where he was. He looked around the room. It looked as though he had hogged the whole couch and everyone else had to sleep on the floor. He steeped over the few nude females, and the others who were wasted.

He went to the bathroom and washed his face off with cold water. He stood above the sink and watched the water drip from his face and hair. He heard someone shifting around in the living room. Keeping his head above the sink he looked over to the room.

“Hey you awake already?” A girl with straight platinum blonde hair said as she leaned against the door frame. All she was wearing was a light pink lacey bra and matching pink and black boyshorts. She started walking towards him.

Tristram rolled his eyes that were hidden behind his hair. “Yeah and I can see that you are too.”

“I’ve been awake… watching you sleep… What’s your name again?” She said sitting up on the counter that he was leaning against.

“It’s none of your business now is it?”

“You’re my new inspiration. Cause you can sure hold a drink… and get up in the morning…” She leaned over to be closer to him. “I mean who else could drink that much and be the last to pass out. How long you been working on that tolerance?”

Tristram looked at her. What did she want from him? What ever it was he wasn’t ganna give it to her.

“You ganna go to school?” She asked

“Yep I have to. If I don’t it’ll cause probs at home, and I got no where else to go.” He said dying his face on a towel that was lying around.

He pushed her out of the bathroom and took a shower stealing some of the owners clothing. When he was cleaned up and dressed he grabbed his things and headed out for school.

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