Boarding School for Troubled Teens (Open (Guys Wanted))

"What was that other girl's name?" Sacia wondered aloud after a short silence. "There was Paige, Artemis, and…that really weird b*tch."

"The one who calling herself sexy?" Zanna asked.

"Yeah, her," Sacia grimaced. "I mean, I kinda hate her, but she really wanted to escape. She seems ditzy though."

"I vote we leave her here," Zanna responded, "Maybe she'll learn a thing or to and be less ditzy."

"Yeah, true," Sacia said. "We could use her as a distraction. Pretend we're bringing her with us, but have her lure away some security."

"Ooo," Zanna looked at Sacia, "I like that idea."

(Ah, thanks, sorry for all the questions but did panda leave?)

"Pretty sure everyone else would agree, too," she said, "since I doubt anyone liked her very much. Anyone who goes by 'sexy' is just…insufferable."

"Yeah," Zanna responded, "And if they ask why we're allowing her to join we tell them the actual plan with her."

(I think they did.)

"Yep." Sacia grinned. "This is really coming together! I can almost believe we're actually getting the hell out of here."

"Yeah we're getting out of this hellhole!" Zanna smiled.

(ok, thanks, I guess Finn just doesn't have a roommate)

Finn flops on his bed, he had just finished unpacking and now all he wanted to do was sleep.

(do you guys want to time skip until morning?)

(can do, are we going to lessons and stuff or nah?)

(I'm fine with it.)

(okay cool should we wait for everyone else or just go ahead)

(Who all is on?)

(Me)

Phoebe stood in front of her bed, staring with disgust at the uniform. A plaid, knee high skirt, and a white collard shirt. She hated it. The uniform and rules allowed no room for creativity. She couldn't show herself off. How could she be Phoebe if she couldn't dress nice, maybe even a little slutty, and wear makeup and jewelry? It was outrageous. Then again, that's probably why her father sent her there, to be miserable. Also not to deal with her. Well, he could suck it. Scowling, she pulled on the uniform. She tied her hair up in cute little pigtails and curled her hair. There, that would have to do.

idk

(Believe so.)

Zanna groaned as she slipped on her uniform. Stupid thing covered up her tattoos, she did a quick look through the notebook to see what she missed last night. Suzan had had control for most of the night, and Zanna needed to see what all had happened. A plan to break out? It could work. Then she saw how every time Sacia's name popped up was a little heart over each i. I swear if we're getting a crush it had better be mutual. It took Zanna a moment to remember that was just how Suzan wrote. She hit her forehead, "I'm so stupid."

Sacia woke up late, as usual. She rolled out of bed, yawning, raking her hands through her tousled hair. Her stupid uniform was balled up on the floor, so she pulled it on. It was covered in wrinkles and a few stains, but she didn't care. She quickly braided her hair and tied her shoelaces, ready to go to the first class of the day.

(yes, I'm just trying to move this along.)

Artemis sat up. She hadn't slept well. She got up and pulled on the uniform. She looked down and realized the skirt was just a tad short. 'Hope none of the men freak out cus my knees show. ' She thought, remembering how her mother had repeatedly told her about modesty.

Zanna walked to her first class, she did not want to be there.