Eq's Plots -- (3/6 Taken) -- (New Plots Added!)

Jade watched him as he got his copy of the book from his bookshelf. She had noticed a difference in his actions now compared to when they were in school. He was more relaxed, despite her being there. She sat down in the other chair as he went to do whatever he was doing. The girl didn't want to watch his every move. Though she did look up when he sat down next to here wearing different clothes. Yet, once more, she didn't say anything.

"Symbolism is the main thing I think he was trying to get us to look for," Jade answered, laying her homework on the desk before leaning back in her chair. "But he also wanted us to study the characters as well, like they tie in with it.

She didn't really comment about the issue of time he brought up. No matter what, she was still leaving in ten minutes. Being back in his house just felt weird, and she didn't like it. So even if he did somehow help her within that amount of time, she didn't think she could make herself stay any longer than that. Too many memories hung around here. Memories she'd rather not think about.

Everything was shaky. His vision swam like he was 10 feet underwater. How long had he been out for? Kyle Evans didn't know. He had been nodding off on the bus, and just as he had almost fallen asleep, the bus had lurched violently sideways, nearly throwing him out of his seat. He had scrambled about hazily as the bus sped down the hill, finally getting a grip just as the bus hit the bottom and flipped. He had flown against the roof and cracked his head on something hard, and everything had gone black. He was regaining consciousness now, and he winced slightly as he looked around. The bus was a mess, and it didn't look like anyone else has made it. His eyes widened at the disaster. Thankfully, there was a window nearby him, which he could get out of. He had been trapped under several mangled seats blocking his way up, so down was the only way to go. 

He pulled his crushed backpack out of the wreckage and slung it onto his chest, using it as padding to protect his torso as he climbed out of the window, preventing the jutting glass from shredding his stomach. He crawled a few more inches forward until he was finally out, then turned around and lay on the grass for a few minutes, panting from the exertion of pulling himself out of the wreckage. Once he had regained some strength, he got to his feet gingerly, and carefully tested each limb. Thankfully, nothing was broken, although he had a nasty scratch on his upper arm and a searing pain at his left wrist. He grabbed the backpack and slowly made his way to the back of the bus to see if anyone was alive. However, seats and debris blocked his view, and he couldn't see anything. Most of the luggage was destroyed as well, and what wasn't destroyed, he couldn't reach. He reached as far back as he could, and managed to snag a small knapsack, which contained a lighter and a canteen of water. Useful. He thought. What he needed at the moment was a first aid kit. He dug into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone, hoping to call 911. Unfortunately, the phone was crushed, and inoperable. Muttering under his breath, he shoved the now useless device into his backpack. The parts could prove useful if needed. Although he was thirsty, he decided to save the canteen for an emergency, and turned to make his way over to the woods, where he could hopefully find a stream to drink from and to clean his wound.

The place where the bus had crashed was miles from civilization, and even the 'road' was just a rough track off the beaten path. It would be a while before anyone even learned of the wreck, let alone sent help. As he contemplated his options, Kyle noticed a figure in the clearing up ahead. Did someone else make it? He wondered as he quickened his step. Sure enough, he recognized the girl, Bri, as someone from his class. They were not friends, but had talked a couple times. His mood brightened at the thought that someone else had made it through alive. "Hey! Are you okay?" He called, making his way over. He hoped she hadmanaged to get a first aid kit. It would be vital for both of them, and the last thing he needed was an infected wound. Thankfully, his mother was a doctor, so he had a good knowledge of treating wounds and keeping them clean.

(Okay, Eq. Take your time. We're in no hurry.)

(Don't worry about getting your reply this long, I just copied and pasted from the last time I did this plot)

Elizabeth Miller was not a happy girl. Just a month before the beginning of her senior year, her parents had forced the girl to move across the country. She was forced to leave behind her friends, her job, the stable she'd been riding at her entire life. The charming little town in southern Minnesota. She had begged for a chance to stay where she was comfortable. She begged to live with her best friend, Sarah. But no. Her parents were forcing her to leave her life behind and start over in California. This had been the reason behind that trip to Hawaii over the summer. Her parents had blown a lot of money on it, but at the time, Ellie hadn't thought of what their motive was besides a nice family vacation. Turns out they had wanted to soften her up before breaking the news the day after they got home. That trip to Hawaii had been the best of her life, not that her 18 years was a long time. She still missed the boy she had fallen in love with. He had seemed so sweet and kind. He made her feel like she was the only girl that mattered. She wasn't sure if she could consider the boy her boyfriend, but she'd never had a relationship like that with a guy before. And that had been ripped away from her too, once they both had to return home. The twins hadn't minded the move, surprisingly. Jordy had been a bit upset, but Josh had convinced him that California would be cool. That meant Ellie was the only one the despised the move. And listening to the twins bicker and laugh during the whole drive hadn't improved the girl's mood at all.

Their new house was right off the beach, which caused the boys to go crazy. They were already talking about learning to surf and impressing all the pretty girls, not that that meant much when you were ten years old. Though Ellie didn't like the move, she had to admit the house was much nicer than their small one back in Minnesota. She woke up to the sound of the boys running through the hall, their barefoot slapping against the wood. First day of school at her new school? Not excited. By senior year, everyone already had their friends picked out and weren't interested in making new ones. Due to her quiet nature, Ellie would become a loner. Senior year was supposed to be filled with parties and fun and the last bits of relaxation before college and the real world came around, but this girl would never get to experience this. And she didn't think she was being over dramatic. She took her time getting dressed in a brand new outfit specifically for today. She took her time in the shower, standing under the hot water and trying to clear her mind. She took her time organizing her backpack. She took her time finding her keys and walking out to the car that morning. Her parents had attempted to talk to her, but Ellie wasn't much in the mood for conversation. Even in the car. Jordy had claimed the front seat, making Josh sit in the middle and lean up between Ellie and Jordan. She attempted to drown the twins out, blasting country music in the air conditioned car, but nothing seemed to dampen their excitement about a new school and new friends and new teammates and a new house. Of course, being in fourth grade was different than being a senior.

Once she was alone in the car, she let her frustrations out, growling and resting her head on the steering wheel at a red light. In this traffic, it was taking forever to get where she needed to go. Back home, she'd just speed down the empty road, reaching school in ten minutes or so. Here, she crawled at a snail's pace, just one of many cars. When she finally reached the parking lot, the first thing she noticed was all the kids. There were so many more than her small high school back home. Instead of a school where you know everybody, it looked like a school where you didn't even know everybody in your grade. Their were friends hugging and joking as they filed into the tan stone building. But Ellie just threw her bag over her shoulder and went in, heading straight to her locker. She and studied the school map at home, refusing to get lost on her first day. Have that happen and she'd be too embarrassed to actually have a chance at making new friends. She made it to her locker as the warning bell rang and looked once at the pictures she had hung up. Her and Sarah at the lake last summer. Her last show with Diesel. The twins and her playing soccer in the backyard. All things that reminded her of home. With a sigh, the girl shut her locker and made her way to her first period math class. She sat down, hoping the teacher wouldn't call her out to introduce her, and looked around the room. Students continued to file in, knowing they had five minutes before the final bell, and Ellie watched. To her surprise, a familiar face entered the room. The boy sat down a few seats away from Ellie and she leaned to the girl next to her.

"Who's that guy?" Ellie whispered, nodding towards the boy in a way he wouldn't notice. It couldn't be him, yet he looked no different than the boy from Hawaii. The boy that she had her first kiss with. The boy that she stayed up with all night, sitting on the beach and talking. He had seemed like one of the sweetest guys she'd ever met. The girl replied, just confirming Ellie's suspicions that it was him.

Could it be true? Was it really the boy from Hawaii? Even though the girl's description didn't sound like the boy she had met, Ellie was sure it was him. Plus, he guy could just have a reputation to uphold. Something he didn't have the pressure to do when they met over summer. Could there be an upside to this move? Could it be true love? Ellie reminded herself to try and catch the boy when he was alone and see of he remembered her.

(Don't worry about it, Eq. I haven't been giving the longest replies either, and right now it is a bit hard making huge post when studying. So I completely understand.

As soon as he started speaking, Jade's scowl slightly changed into a look of confession. Reading the book was easy. In fact, it was an okay story in her opinion. However, when it came to discovering the hidden meanings behind the words was were she got lost. With the time restraint, Liam was talking a bit faster than the girl could take in the information, but with the sounding of his alarm, she didn't have a chance to ask him to slow down.

"I think I'll be glad when this class is over," Jade muttered, shoving her book and homework back into her backpack. Yes, she needed more help. Was she going to ask him? No. This was a one time deal, and as soon as she saw Anderson tomorrow morning, she would tell him that Liam just wasn't the tutor for her. "Sorry to waste your time."

The girl stood, slung her backpack over her shoulder and turned to see herself out. She couldn't stand being in his house any longer. All she wanted to do was go home and put today in the farthest corner of her mind to forget about.

(Lol, no, I meant for them studying. My bad for not clarifying.)

"Then why bother helping me?" Jade asked as she followed him out of his room. She wanted to refuse the cookie he offered, but she ended up with it anyway. It was a cookie. Why shouldn't she take one? Besides, she had a sweet tooth, so the chances of her passing up a free cookie was minimum.

Awkwardly holding the small package in her hands, she stared at the boy for a moment. He was at least a few inches taller than her now, so she had to lift her head to look him in the eye. She didn't know why he was hoping to continue the tutoring. They both couldn't stand each other, and it was clear he didn't really care about her anymore. "Just forget it, Liam," was all she could say to the boy. With that, she turned and headed towards the door. She left the house without another word, not looking back either.

(This is a very short post. >.< I think we can time skip if you want.)

(Okay!)

(That's fine, but you can make your replies as long as you like. I need to practice making my replies longer, so you just write as much as you feel like.

And also, I apologize now if I have no knowledge of how the school periods work. I was home schooled all my life, and thus have no clue what goes on in a public school's schedule. Is her fifth period class with Mr. Anderson before lunch, or after?)

(Okay, I think I understand. Thanks for explaining. I'll just have her literature class after lunch then.)

Jade suffered through her morning classes. Thankfully, all of her hard classes were after lunch, but that didn't mean much. In all honestly, she didn't really remember too much from that morning. She had been lost in her thoughts all morning, mainly because of the night she had had.

Yesterday had not left Jade in a good mood. She had done good for the last six years to push Liam out of her mind, but, thanks to Anderson's so called help, those memories resurfaced and stayed in her brain all night long. She did not have a good night's sleep, which only added to her irritable behavior and lack of focus in class. There were some squiggled notes in her notebook, but the girl had already decided to wait until she was home before trying to decipher them.

When lunch finally rolled around, Jade was ready to ditch the rest of her classes. If it wasn't for the fact that she wanted to talk to Anderson, she would have done just that. Carrying her backpack into the cafeteria, she headed towards the nearest empty table. It wasn't that she hated sitting around other people, but she just didn't feel right sitting down with a group and invading on their conversations. So, if she sat with anyone, they would have to join her on their own will.

Jade never ate the school food. She tried it once and decided she would bring something from home with her from then on. So she pulled out the bag that held her sandwich, bag of chips, and an apple. It wasn't a big meal, but one that was enough to get her through the rest of the day. From across the room, she heard the group of popular kids break out into laughter. It scared her a bit when she was able to pick out Liam's voice among them. Funny how spending just a small amount of time with a person would allow you to pick out their voice. With that in mind, she couldn't help but glance up to where he sat.

She hated everyone of the people sitting at the table. Well, maybe hate was a bit too strong of a word. She disliked with a passion every person at the table. The reason for that feeling wasn't really justified either. She mainly didn't like how they all just grouped together and seemed to ignore everyone else who wasn't in their little bubble. There were many kids who wanted in on the groups plays to hang out, and she's seen those same kids get rejected more times than they were excepted. Then again, she guessed it was understandable. Once a group of friends was established, it was hard for anyone new to just insert themselves into the group. Still, she didn't like them any less knowing that.

The moment she saw Liam standing from the table, Jade returned her attention to her food. If he saw her watching him, he might get the wrong idea. So, even though she was curious to see where he was heading, she forced herself to stare down at the table, for a few seconds. Liam's voice beside her made her jump a bit, making her look up at him. He said one word and then was gone again. Confused, she looked down to see the cookie he had left behind. Why had he done that? The question bounced around her head until it made her feel sick. Pushing the thought aside, she repacked her lunch, including the cookie (no sense on letting a good cookie go to waste), and picked up her backpack, heading out of the cafeteria. She no longer had an appetite, and need to talk with Anderson was even greater now.

(Ugh sorry guys. Works been killer lately but I have tomorrow and the rest of today off. I'm starting on replies)

(I can skip to when she talks with Mr. Anderson, and then we can skip to end of school. Or if you don't feel like going through that conversation, then I can just make something up. Up to you.)

Bri watched as Kyle began to clean out her cut. She was thankful that he knew what to do. With his medical knowledge and her survival knowledge, there was no reason they couldn't survive. At least she hoped they'd be able to survive. It stung, but pain faded as Kyle began to wrap her wound. Seeing the blood soak through the bandage made Bri a little nervous, but she was relieved as it began to stop soaking through. She held her newly bandaged arm close to her chest, worried about hurting it again. Oh well, she'd just have to be careful. She watched Kyle tend to his own wound.

When he mentioned her ankle being dislocated, Bri winced. She's seen enough to know that it hurts being put back into place. But she took a few deep breaths to calm herself and sat down, stretching her leg straight out in front of her. Bri closed her eyes and clenched her fists title, waiting for him to put it back into place. The pain was intense enough to cause a few tears to roll down her cheeks, but Bri wiped them away with the back of her hand, standing up and using the tree for support. She still kept the weight off of her ankle.

"I think finding the road is a good idea, but well have to pick it up somewhere else. That hill would be hard enough to climb normally, but we're both tired, sore, and injured," Bri said. She couldn't imagine trying to climb the steel hill their bus had rolled down in her current condition. She was also worried about re injuring her ankle. Or getting an even worse injury. What would they do if someone ended up with something major? A broken bone? An extremely deep and/or infected cut? Even if Kyle knew what he was doing, their supplies were limited. She tried not to think of that. At the moment, survival was their most important issue, as well as keeping each other safe. They'd need to be a team if hey wanted to survive. The girl kneeled by the bags she had taken from the bus before finding Kyle. "I also think we should grab what we can, then fit it into only a few bags that we can carry," she said.

She began to pull out what she had grabbed. "I think we should keep the tent. It's a little bully but not bad and it would protect us if there's rain or cold weather or anything," she said, placing it aside. Next was the bag of boys clothes she had found. "I think we should both change, maybe grab a sweatshirt or two, but leave the rest behind so it doesn't drag us down," she said. Her current clothes were already bloody, dirty, and ripped. "The water and first aid Kit are important, but I think we can ditch the candy and just keep the granola bars and fruit snacks," she had some food, but not enough to last more than a day or two and she didn't know how long they'd be stuck out there. "And if we can find rope, a knife, and matches, I'll be happy," she said. Bri hoped she wasn't being too bossy. She was just stressed and taking control helped relax her. She wasn't excited to return to the bus, but their survival was more important than her feelings at the moment.

(Sorry tis a bit short sky. I accidentally deleted the whole thing and had to retype it)

(Do you want me to be Anderson or are you going to? Just making sure were on the same page)