a pleasant surprise (open)

[rhen]

Morgan sighed. The lake seemed to have never changed. It always had a group of ducks and the surface of the water would ripple from the swimming of the birds. However, for some reason Morgan had actually taken notice of her surroundings. Today wasn't a day for studying or reading. After many days of coming to the lake she had only taken a brief glimpse every time she had come. Then she would continue with her business. Today, the young girl had settled down against a log. Her hands were crossed against her chest as she was enjoying the sight. "Oh..." Morgan murmured. She had almost forgotten he purpose of her visit.

She turned her glance from the lake to her knapsack lying against a tall tree. Opening it up she dug through papers, post-its, and folders until she found a pouch. Quickly, she opened it to reveal breadcrumbs. Morgan hoisted herself up from her spot. n an effort not to attract attention, she took cautious steps towards the lake. The pouch was gripped in her hand . When Morgan was close enough to the lake she took short run over. Morgan sat down crossed-legged on the ground. My pants are going to get dirty. Oh, well. The girl wondered whether or not it was allowed to feed the ducklings. After coming this way she supposed that it was all right. No one would really care.

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Logan Byrde!!

Logan was smiling, as always. Although people didn't think much of him ever, he knew he was doing the world a favour. He was an active member of the ASPCA, and he loved helping endangered animals and saving the rainforest and the polar tundras. Today, he was walking his dog, Peter, who was a calm three year old yellow lab. He had got Peter from the shelter, too.

Logan was a good dog owner, too. Peter had been a stray. Now he was a show dog and the most gorgous lab you could find, even though his right ear was tore up. Peter knew how to do tricks, and very impressive ones at that. Logan smiled as the lake came into veiw, and brushing his nose, he started to run. Too bad I didn't bring a soccer ball, it's nice today. He thought. He was wearing his swimming trucks, although you couldn't tell unless you were purposly trying to tell what type of shorts he was wearing. He slowed to a walk as he began to reach the lake, and coming to they lake, he saw a girl. She looked like an elite, but it was hard to tell. There were so many pretty girls at this schoo! "Hey there!" he said in his usual peppy voice. Then, seeing her face, he really thought she was an elite. "Hey, what clique are you?" He asked. She was way to pretty to be a wannabe, but you never knew. Logan was the youngest jock, and he didn't really know the other jocks too well. He knew two of their names. Jay and Keith. But Keith was gay and he could swear Jay was too, even though for the breif moment he had talked to Jay he hadn't seemed or sounded gay. But what else could he think? Jay rode horses for a living, and consitered it a sport.

[rhen]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

Morgan caught up her own thoughts jumped from the sound of a male voice. The tone of his voice has surprised her. She had never been acquainted with such a happy sounding voice or face. In fact, the thought of such a person in this mood had bothered and intrigued her. Her reasoning for coming to the lake was more calming purposes, however it was rather nice to see someone here. The problem would be if he would annoy her a little too much and that would mean that she would suddenly leave like nothing. It was always something that would make or or break it for Morgan. She, of course, was just that kind of person. It would certainly take a strong person to make friends or at least take part on conversation.

"Hi..." Morgan said as she turned to face the person that called out to her. Instantly, she examined his face. He didn't look familiar. He was a attractive. Of course, that wasn't enough to make Morgan remember. It was futile to remember now though. If you had never met someone there was no point. He must be an athlete. She immediately thought. Just by looking, it looked like he was out for a swim and out for a walk with his dog. The young man looked in shape so it was simply based on first impressions that he was into sports. Realizing that she was staring, Morgan quickly changed her glance to the guy back to the lake. It must have been awkward for someone to stare for long.

The next thing that Morgan came to realization was his second question. "I'm a geek. What are you?" She said it plain as day. Any other clique wouldn't suit her otherwise. She couldn't be an elite because she could never imagine herself being so high in status and being so holy to some students. The one thing that set in her in the geek clique was her almost obsession with education. Morgan, herself, thought that she was crazy for being so keen on it. Who really cares though? The world was already full of eccentric people. Besides, being a geek wasn't too bad. It was pretty normal with a few quirks. Now thinking about it, she hadn't thought about how the other clique were like. Now curious, Morgan began to wonder. "You wanna sit down?"

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NOTES ! this post kinda sucks. =P

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Logan Byrde!!

Logan didn't mind her staring. When girls whisper about you at the mall and took pictures of you and frezzily sent them to their friends, you do get used to it. Although staring from girls everywhere still made him slightly uncomfortable, he was able to shrug it off. Logan looked at the girl when she mentioned what clique she was. "Really? You look like an Elite." He said, raising his eye brows. He looked at her in the eyes as she asked him what clique he was in. He didn't really know. He was sort of geeky and quirky, but the jocks accepted him. He guessed that ment he was a jock. That and he was amazing in the goal at soccer, he ran very fast and for as long as he wanted, he was able to swim forever without tiring, and he played tennis and vollyball occasionally. "I dunno. I guess I'm a jock." he said, shrugging off the question with a grin.

Peter was already sitting down, wagging his tail and itching his good ear. "You wanna sit down?" His eyes snapped away from the yellow lab when she asked him. "Sure," he said, plopping down next to her with one leg crossed under him and the other streched out. His eyes flicked to Peter, who he noted mentally was lieing down, and his eyes flicked back to the lake. "Calm, eh?" he said, looking peacefully with a big grin at the passing ducks. Logan really hoped she didn't think he was trying to flirt. It wasn't her clique, either. She seemed way older than him. Logan was fourteen...

[rhen]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

"Really? You look like an Elite." The guy had said. Morgan tried to stifle a laugh. It was funny to think that she would be part of the higher hierarchy. It was probably enjoyable to be an elite, but it was nice to be part of a simpler grouping. Appearance wise Morgan supposed that she looked like one; she was just average with dark hair and eyes. The laugh that she tried to conceal had ended up as a goofy smile, trembling a little. Still, she cleared her throat and remained as she did before. "Elite? You'd probably pass as one more than I could." Morgan said lamely. Her thought of elite would be liked by everyone and have good social skills. With his obvious outgoing nature compared to her a easily irritated nature. Well, it was possible to pull it off, but it would probably seem just like some stereotypical badass who follows his own rules or whatever.

Morgan turned a little to check the dog that the guy had brought along with him. She had noticed it when he came, but she was concerned about identifying the person Morgan had failed to take a good look at the dog. The dog looked healthy and rather adorable. Then, she returned to her first position. "Yeah. I usually come here to think or study." she replied with a nod of the head. She really didn't care too much about anything else about the place. It was similar to the library, but it was outside and you could do mostly whatever you wanted. "What's your name? I'm Morgan Cruz, sophomore." she asked. She hadn't caught his name and that was one those things that would spark up sooner or later. Might as well be now. He looked like he was pretty young. Being a sophomore herself it was either higher or lower in grade. Morgan wouldn't be surprised either way though expect if he was a sophomore. She thought she knew most of them.

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Logan was always grinning. It seemed like nothing was wrong in his life. He didn't think there was. He was looking at the lake when the girl's words hit him. He laughed slightly, but stopped himself. Stiffling it came out in a snort. Logan felt lucky no snot came flying out. That thought made him laugh. He stopped quickly though, realizing how stupid he must seem. "I really don't think guys can be elites." He said, laughing a little.

Logan put a hand on Peter's back when Morgan was looking at the lab. When she asked him what his name was he was rather shocked with himself. "I'm sorry for not introducing myself. My name is Logan Byrde. Byrde, ya know, like tweet tweet? Haha..." He said. He loved making fun of his own last name. It sounded like Bird. Birds live in trees. Birds sing too much. Just like his family. He basically lived in a huge tree house. A lot of people thought it was cool, but to him it was normal. His family all sung too. And way too much. "I'm a freshman." He said. "His name is Peter." he said, gesturing to the golden dog.

[rhen]

SOMETIMES I FIND IT HARD
• to believe there's someone else who could be •
JUST AS MESSED UP AS ME

"You're probably right about that. I doubt that some guys would take pleasure in calling themselves elite." Morgan remarked with a smile on her face. She supposed that he was right about that. Besides, trying so hard to laugh had caused Morgan give a small grin. In a way to hide it, she covered her mouth with her hand. It was pretty embarrassing for Morgan to show her grin. She thought that it was an okay feature. It's just that she had a tendency to do that when she had been a little bit proven wrong about the cliques. Morgan didn't really care so much about the cliques. She had thought that guys would be part of the elite grouping or something close.

"Logan Bryde...you play any sports or something?" She asked curiously. Afterward, a laugh escaped her lips after hearing his humor about his surname. The sound wasn't very loud because her hand was hiding her mouth. The sophomore removed her limb from her face. She gave him a sideways glance trying to ride his face. The thought of acting like a flirt or a ditz ran through Morgan's mind. She didn't notice anything that would led her to what he was thinking. One thing she remembered when she was younger was Big Bird from Sesame Street and it strangely was in her mind when she thought of Logan. She hoped it would go away. It wasn't very nice, but it was pretty funny. "She's beautiful," Morgan said. Briefly, she looked Peter and then back to Logan. "I would have thought you'd be a little older than me. Guess not."

He was a freshmen. It must have been a great experience coming the school for the first time. Well, it was for Morgan."You adjusting well to the school? Made any good friends?" The girl said. Her first time was a little rough. People could be cruel sometimes. It was a different place and people. She sort of hoped that it would be better for him.

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WORDS ! don't think it matters
LYRICS ! sometimes by skillet
TEMPLATE !PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION
GRAPHICS ! ME; PICTURE CREDIT TO SELENA-GOMEZ GALLERY
NOTES ! oerieor