it's time to begin

Sometimes when life hands you lemons, you have to drop out of school. But hey, it happens! Catch you guys on the flip side. Don't be afraid to drop me a line! An' if you think i'm returning my cheer uniform, you're wrong.

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oba Gangsnam stytle XD

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breaks into the FP cafeteria

admires the new students as they gawk at my cheer uniform

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people are gettin' pregnant? damn, glad I took mpreg studies...

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  Mimi clutched the papers to her chest, then brought her attention back to Buck. At the mention of his natural ‘do, she nearly gawked in awe. 

“Is it really?! Holy crap, I’ve never seen anything like it, Buck!”

She nearly got off track, but when he brought up the back, she was all business again. Well, as close to business as possible. 

“I am, I am! I’m the frontman of the group, the founder, the lead singer…the only member,” Mimi chirped in response. “Can I assume that you’re the interested person who texted me?”

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He grinned, giving her a thumbs up. "Yeah, s'kinda my pride and joy! Hard to copy, and even harder to beat!"

Man, this girl had some gusto! He liked that! Someone as young as her startin up a band...when in reality, he was only a grade above. Maybe it was because of how tiny she was. Regardless, he thinks he's found a new friend in her.

Pulling out his phone, he showed her the messages. "Yeah, I think it's safe t'assume so!" Buck picked up a stray paper from her pile and handed it back to her. "So, Mimi! What kinda band are you lookin' to make?"

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  A text so soon! Mimi considered herself lucky; it hadn’t been more than five minutes and there was already someone interested. After scanning the text, her thumbs furiously conjured a reply:

awesome!!! k meet me at the foundtain tonite at 6pm. or b4 it gets dark lol. Im excited!!!

Working diligently, the little copycat continued to paste her posters to the corridors when she noticed a young man in her peripheral vision—how astute. She turned her head a bit, keeping a quiet watch on him as he eyed the flyer she had previously put on the corkboard. When she heard the chime of his mobile, she assumed that perhaps that boy was the interested messager. 

“Um, hello!!” Mimi called across the hall to the ginger, waving with both hands and, forgetting the papers under her arm, let her advertisements fall to the tiled floor. “Aw, shoot!” She scrambled the colorful fliers in her arms and scurried over to the upperclassman. 

“Are you looking at that flier?” Mimi tried to tuck the papers into her messenger bag, smiling up at him. She wasn’t doing such a super job. “Looks pret-ty neat, huh?” Her eyes were then drawn to his hair and she wondered how she would pull off copying that…

“I’m Mimi, by the by!” 

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Hearing the hello, Buck looked around, and spotted the tiny girl just across the hall. Before he could say anything, she dropped the papers under her arms and frantically picked them up before approaching him. She was...awfully smiley, but cute. In a little sister sorta way. "Uh, hey! Yeah, it looks real neat! I've been itchin' to play some music for a while now."

He caught her admiring his hair -- but then again, who wouldn't? "It's aaalll natural", he said with a suave tone. Running his hand over the piss stripe, he smiled down at the girl. "Name's Buck! It's nice to meet you! I'm assumin' yer the one who's making this band, eh?"

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There was a new girl at the academy. She’s not a very tall one, nor a striking beauty—she was quite young, couldn’t be over fifteen.

Her name was Copycat, at least, that was her better-known alias. She was here to be a little more social, make more friends…and make music. Under her arms were many colorful copies of fliers advertising a “Small Band looking for members”. Reaching her arms as high as they could allow, she stapled page after page across nearly every bulletin board she could find.

Looking for currently active musicians—looking to play music with friends! Let’s meet in the courtyard this weekend, I will bring snacks!!A doodle of a group of four happy kids donning the FP uniform and instruments was inbetween that sentence and the next. If curious, please contact Mimi at 262-7928!!

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Strolling the halls of the school, Buck was out to waste some time, and so far he was succeeding. Passing by multiple classrooms, students, etc., the sophmore started to notice a pattern - just about every single bulletin board in the school had a bright piece of paper stapled to the bottom section of it. Stopping in his tracks, he glanced over the paper a few times.

Looking for currently active musicians—looking to play music with friends! Let’s meet in the courtyard this weekend, I will bring snacks!!

Shit, music and snacks? Sounded good to him! Besides, it had been a while since he'd been able to play the drums. Too long, he thought.

The picture on it, he had to admit, was pretty cute. Four generic FP students happily playing a song together. But who put this together...?

If curious, please contact Mimi at 262-7928!!

Mimi, huh? Must be someone new here! He whipped out his phone and typed the number into his contacts, donning it with the name "Mimi?" before shooting a text her way.

"Hey! I saw your poster on one of the bulletin boards, and I think it sounds pretty cool! Give me a time and place, and I'll be there!

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academyswag replied to your post: Just my fuckin’ luck. ‘Soon as I get back from...

Here for ya, bro.

Thanks, dude....yooo, you, me and Bren should play Madden or somethin! I gotta make up for this somehow!

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e4flint replied to your post: e4flint replied to your post: Just my fuckin’...

Watch out man, I’m feeling like a vacuum right now… Like a sad… vacuum… … Like the little vacuum that could… … … [chokes up]

{frowns} it's okay...maybe next year...we'll get it.......just...just eat....{whispers} poor little vacuum...

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e4flint replied to your post: Just my fuckin’ luck. ‘Soon as I get back from...

can i join

yeah, there's plenty here

I bopped into Taco Bell an' got some frutista freeze's and a dozen tacos, four bags of chips, two things of dip, chicken wings, little weenies, mac and cheese, uh...soda, some candy, and a bucket of popcorn.

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Just my fuckin' luck. 'Soon as I get back from buyin' a ton of snacks, the game's already over!

My team lost anyway. Whatever. At least I can eat my sorrows away.

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  Thankfully not a ghost quite yet, Wally took the invitation in, stepping through the door with a nod. “I guess so! My cousin or his friends introduce him to a lot of popular music…” He himself didn’t know much, although he had a liking for bubblegum pop, but oh well.

Not particularly unnerved by how easy it seemed to be for people to believe he was dead, he laughed a little, rocking back on his heels a bit while he glanced around the room. “Oh, no, I just got sick for a while and needed to go home. I’m okay now!” More or less, anyway.

“The school seems really… empty now though, doesn’t it? Did something happen?” Maybe high schoolers had started going extinct in his absence.

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"That's good! I'd be bummed if you died. You're pretty cool!!"

He flopped down on his bed, grabbing a ball made out of paper mache and tossing it in the air. He acknowledged Wally's question, but hesitated to answer it. To be honest, Buck was pretty bummed out that people had decided to leave. Barry left (again), his (ex?) girlfriend, prez, Ivory, and a bunch of others...

"..Nah. Some people just kinda up and left! Sucks though, actually."

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  Having recovered from a particularly bad case of pneumonia or some other such illness Wally had been unsurprisingly subjected to, the sickly youth had once again made a (not so) grand return to campus… Only to find it far more empty than he recalled it being. Apparently the majority of his friends and acquaintances had left while he was not-exactly dying.

He was on his way to his new dorm when he heard singing— a vaguely familiar song, although somehow far sadder than he remembered. Intrigued, mostly by the possibility that someone may be deeply upset and in need of a comforting shoulder to cry on, he followed his ears to the source of such a sorrowful ballad—

Only to find Marina Diamandis reincarnated as a teenage boy “getting groovy” (as his uncle would say) in their dorm room. He then realized it was actually just Buck, a familiar acquaintance he’d met a couple times before.

Such a performance deserved applause!! — which was exactly what Wally gave when his presence was noticed. “You’re pretty good…! My uncle loves that song.”

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His life briefly flashed before his eyes, seeing Wally reminded him of a ghost -- just more alive, he supposed. When Buck finally realized that he wasn't here to take him to heaven, he smiled and took a bow.

"He's got good taste, heh."

Tying his hair back up, he shut off the music and gestured for the green one to come inside, making sure the door was actually shut this time.

"Sup, Wally!! I thought you were dead, man!"

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Primadonna giiiirl, oh oh.....

Buck's low voice made this song sound absolutely tragic, but he didn't really care. A lot of students had been leaving the academy lately, and he was absolutely bored out of his mind. After re-arranging the dorm room for the fourth time, inventing two new secret alphabet codes, and memorizing the first page from some random book he found, Buck was at his wits end. So, he pulled down his red hair and began to channel his inner Marina Diamandis to alleviate how bored he was.

All I ever wanted was the woooorld...

He belted the words, sashaying around the room in time. Unfortunately for the sophmore, he had left the door wide open after carelessly tossing a pair of socks into the hallway that he didn't feel like dealing with. And when the chorus hit, he noticed the person staring at him from the hallway an abruptly stopped.

"H--Hey!! Uh...I can...explain?"

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Hm…

Hmmmm….

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YEAH YOU DO!! Well, I mean, y’should, since I’m BUCK of STARK MOUNTAIN an’ all.

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Stark-

STARK MOUNTAIN! Wow, impressive. I would never choose to stay up there…

Well, anyways, I’m Lucas. Nice to meet you. [holds out hand]

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Nice t'meet you too, kid! {shakes his hand vigorously}

Lucas? Cool name...where're you from?

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So, like...

Iunno. I met this kid today, Gilad? He kinda smelled like science and ponyta shit. It was pretty interestin'.