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[SYDNEY LOUISE PALMER]

Sydney wasn't sure what she was doing at the beach bash. Oh, right! There were people everywhere and mostly students. She could meet people and spread the word of the Squid even further than she already had over the chat. She could befriend and socialize. Most of the people at this school were so gullible. She practically had some of them in the palm of her hands. There were those few bad eggs like Lucas, Ceridwen, Baylee, and much more she really didn't have time for. But she could handle these wannabes on her own. Sydney could hold her own well enough. She was an intimidating small rat who was a lot witter and double-timing as she seemed. Her blonde hair was in a braid that rolled around the back of her head.Sunglasses on top of her head.

There were so many people here and it was so noisy. It was hard to hear over the noise and crowds of people. Hm, who to prey on first? So many people and so many choices. The Squidster wasn't positive who was the perfect victim. She didn't know half of the people here and Syd had to be careful about the people she was dealing with her she would be eaten up by the insanely outrageous social calamity that was a huge deal at this school. She had no idea why, but it made her job easy. People were desperate for attentiona dn desperate to be on top. They hurt themselves. They set themselves up for their own traps by caring way too much about social status. Sydney could see that this social climbing was just another game like hop-skotch. She just had to draw her boundaries and hop her way to victory. And she personally felt hop-skotch was one of the easiest games to handle.

Looking around the beach she glared across looking at people who were comfortably with others. She had to find someone who was alone. If they had a crowd to back them up, then there was a no way she would be able to break them down. And she found someone sitting alone. Without hesitating she was able to greet them before they could find someone else to socialize with.

She ran in her cute orange sundress and bare feet because she left her sandals on the other side of the beach.

Hi! I'm Sydney! I'll be a freshman this coming year! She said with a delighted smile and a hand out to shake with her new conversation partner and victim.

[Maverick remington de luca]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] Why Mav was here he didn’t know. He wasn’t particularly fond of the beach and usually only came when Kota asked him to. Of course Kota hadn’t asked him to today and there was no sign of her. He hadn’t seen his best friend, or really even heard from her, in a few days and it worried him. He missed the girl and he wondered if something wrong had happened. They never went more than maybe the eight hours that they were asleep without talking to one another. He sighed and looked around the beach not really seeing anyone he knew. He didn’t understand why was even still there. He went to an empty-ish spot on the beach and sat. He looked out at the waves and sighed again. He just wished his best friend would magically appear. He felt his pockets for his phone to text her and then remembered that he didn’t bring his phone since he was at the beach. He settled for looking over the beach once more. Hey, maybe he would spot Jer. Even if he didn’t get to see Kota at least he could see his male best friend. Not a sign. Really? Was no on he knew at this thing? Without being able to look around once more before deciding to make the decision to leave a small blonde girl bounced up to him. She introduced herself and he took her small hand in his larger one, shaking it. Sydney. Why did that name sound so familiar. Mav pushed the thought out of his mind. ‘Mav. I’ll be a senior. You excited to come to Manchester?’ Mav remembered when he started at Manchester. He had instant friends before even going because him and Jer were on the JV teams for football and baseball. That year was crazy and he wouldn’t have traded it for the world. Now he was just ready to get out. He only had a few semesters and then he was off to Yale. As long as he got in that was, which he was pretty sure he would.

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[SYDNEY LOUISE PALMER]

or am i the oil that stained the sea?

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no stealing pwease.
love, shrimp.

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[Maverick remington de luca]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] The little freshman girl looked innocent enough. What harm could she do really? It wasn’t really in Mav’s nature to really talk to freshman, but there wasn’t really anyone else around and he didn’t see Kate so he could go bug her. So he would talk to the freshman until he got bored. He doubted it would be long. He would get bored, go home, drink some, and probably play video games. Ya he was living the life. ‘Nice to meet you too.’ Mav gave a small nod to her question. ‘Short for Maverick.’ He laughed a little as she compared their hand sizes. Hers was tiny, but then again she was a fourteen year old girl and he was a seventeen year old boy. Of course his hand was going to be bigger. Ok maybe he would stay a little longer talking to the freshman. She was a little entertaining and hey maybe he could even scope out and try to hook her and his younger brother up. The kid needed more friends. ‘Ya I’m on the football team and I’m captain of the football team.’ Oh baseball how he loved it. He hated that real games didn’t start till the spring. That really was the only reason he played football because he needed something to keep him active on the off season. Both sports kept him extremely busy though. And adding school on top of that. He was amazed he had any time for fun. ‘That was a good idea. Everyone always comes to these things.’ Mav didn’t add even if they didn’t want to. Mav always would swear he wasn’t going to go to another one of the big bashes, and yet someone always ended up convincing him he needed to come. This one needed a bit more convincing because he had never been a beach person, but he was here. Talking to the freshman. His mind wandered a little wondering where Mili had run off to. Probably to go see her friends since it had been a whole ten minutes since she had seen them last. As much as he made fun of her, he loved his baby sister, even when she dragged him to things like this. ‘Don’t be afraid to talk to people. Most people are friends.’ Ok maybe that was a small lie. Mav knew what went down at these parties. Drinking, drugs, and sex. It would be easy for a freshman to get dragged into the wrong crowd, which was why Mili and Mav refused to bring Matt with them. No they made him stay at home with his video games. ‘Oh well, thanks.’ Mav wouldn’t say he was the best person ever, but he was better than some. And he wouldn’t get the freshman into trouble, mostly because of his younger brother because he would hate if someone got Matt mixed into anything bad.

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