Stoneybrook Ayr

That's it, they've GRADUATED!

The students sat in their seats, playing with their navy and white caps and gowns. Some turned to wave to friends and family, some whispered with classmates sitting near them, and some slouched in their chairs, ready for the ceremony to start.

It had taken four years, some felt like the time had passed in no time at all, others felt it had dragged out forever. All the winter lodge trips, boy toy auctions, homecomings, proms, dances, parties. The trips to Disney World, California, Australia. The hook ups, the break ups, the scandals. This class had been through a lot together, and this was it. The end. Graduation.

The ties were tied, shoes were shining, dresses were flowing and the coursages left the lingering scent of freshness in the air. It was Senior Prom, four years in the making, and the excitement was palpable.

Heather glared at Cary as she walked past him to put the pizza boxes down on the table in their corner of the bowling alley. Instead of pre-ordering them over the internet and having his mom bring them over like a normal person would, Cary handed her a fifty dollar bill and told her to use her own judgment when it came to toppings. Then he insisted that she leave her backpack behind. She ended up waiting for almost an hour without nothing to distract her. Only the thought of humiliating Cary on the lanes kept her from going insane.

She grabbed her backpack as she glanced around at the people should would be spending a couple of hours with. This was an interesting group of people involved. Only with Cary would it be even possible. If anyone had told Heather she would be bowling with Mary Anne Spier back in the day, she would have laughed in their face. Now the joke was on her younger self. "We have one medium veggie, one medium pepperoni, and one large meat lovers," she said as she as she handed everyone a plate for their pizza. "Let's chow down so we can crush Cary."

For her birthday Heather decided to have a small taco party. She had left notes in the lockers of her friends and friend types earlier in the week to invite them and now it was time to get the party started. She had a variety of taco ingredients and everyone could have the style of taco they wanted. There was also ingredients for nachos if people so desired.

Heather fiddled with the bracelet she found in her locker earlier as the guests started to show up. She added it to her party outfit as soon as she got home earlier in the afternoon. Heather was determined to have the best birthday she could have. You did only turn eighteen once.

( Left in Heather's locker during lunch )

Cary had allowed the senior prank to fall to the wayside and that was no longer acceptable. It was time for him to get started if he was ever going to leave a legacy behind. He had left messages for Heather and Mari telling them to meet at Heather's house at 7:00 P.M.. He decided they would meet there because Heather didn't have a younger sibling hanging around to potentially ruin things. And he didn't have to worry about eating his mom's tuna casserole surprise that she liked to feed his family despite their protests once a month. How he loathed tuna casserole surprise. He decided to bring the Riddler with him so his brothers wouldn't be able to the dog with the casserole and make him sick.

With the Riddler doing whatever it was dogs did with other dogs and a plate of tacos on his lap, Cary felt comfortable enough in Heather's lounge area to start. "So," he said, turning to both of his most trused allies. "This was merely a brainstorming session. I want something that will linger in the hallways of SHS decades after we've left them." He took a bite of his first taco and motioned for either Heather or Mari to say something.

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RJ was so sick of studying. He'd been at it for a couple of hours, and it wasn't going well. He'd gotten in maybe a half hour? But the library just wasn't working for him, and it was going to close soon. He gathered up his backpack and books, and made his way out. He was planning on heading to Thelma's for some celebratory hot chocolate (half an hour was better than nothing, right?) when he saw Heather up ahead.

He quickened his pace, and slung an arm around her shoulders.

"I think the temperature in this place just got hotter," he said, giving her a big smile.

The students were pumped, the Knights had won the Homecoming game! The Gym was decorated and everyone was dressed to impress. 

Tonight would be a night to remember.

((OOC - going up early so the kids can get the dance going! The court will be 'announced' on Sunday night, and the K&Q on Monday night... Let's make this a mammoth thread with plenty for Flair to report on! Votes to Kylie by Sunday thanks :)))

Luckily Sabrina was able to have her Halloween Bash as planned. None of her preparation had been foiled by Sandy for which she was grateful. Her home had turned into a spooky mansion. Halloween and regular party music played throughout the night.

Three different drink stations were set up. One on the far left of the property for alcoholic drinks, one on the far right for non-alcoholic drinks, and one in the middle for both. By all drink stations were tables filled with all kinds of food imaginable. The entire lower floor was open for guest as were a few rooms on the upper half for those who wanted a little privacy. Anything valuable that could be stolen had been moved to another location off of the estate so that was one thing Sabrina didn't have to worry about.

Everybody who showed up got a Halloween inspired goody bag filled with candy and other Halloween treats. Those who brought a donation of some sort received an additional bag containing a camera and a $100 Washington Mall gift card. People who didn't show up in a costume was given a mask and weren't allowed to enter until they put it on.

Heather had a test during the period before lunch and was able to leave once she was finished so she decided to eat earlier than usual. Once she finished eating it was time for lunch in the cafeteria. She could use the time to talk to people and try to get them to vote for her. Much to Heather's surprise, she found herself wanting to win the election and the only way she was going to have a chance was to talk to people. Luckily Heather was in a social mood.

She went over to different classmates and talked to them. She didn't deliberately approach people she had no chance of getting votes from, but she didn't complain when they come to talk to her. She had just finished talking to Dorianne Wallingford and moved on to the next person. "Do you have any idea who you are voting for class representative?" she asked.


OCC: Open to anyone who doesn't mind being campaigned at or just wants to talk to her briefly. :D

Good Morning Seniors!

Just a quick announcement calling for nominations for the Senior Class elections to be held next Wednesday 19 September. If you get your nominations in by tomorrow, you will have just over a week to run your campaign. 

The positions we need to fill include:

President
Vice President
Treasurer
Secretary
Class Representative

Thanks Guys,

Mr G.

Sheila surveyed the room where she'd laid out snacks and drinks for her party. She knew a lot of people were probably only just getting over their jet lag, but she was so ready to party. She was a little sad that this would be her last ever back to school party, after all, they were a tradition now, since that first one she'd thrown with Andi back before Freshman year. That party had changed a lot of things, really. It was the night she'd cheated on Marty with Austin, and it was so strange to look back at how things came full circle. Because here she was now, back with Marty, and trying to forget Austin.

"Darcy!" she called out to try and forget her thoughts, "do you think we have enough salsa?"

By some miracle, all the kids had managed to show up to SHS on time, and with the correct travel documentation. The flight from Conneticut to Atlanta had gone smoothly, and even the short layover in Atlanta, during which they'd had to practically run from one terminal to another to make the connection had gone smoothly. The big test, however, would be collecting all their bags at LAX, and going through International security there. But for now, everyone was settling in for the almost five hour flight to LA.

Sometimes, Sunny Winslow was a bad friend. It wasn't most of the time, but sometimes Sunny being a bad friend occurred, even when Sunny didn't mean to. Still, with her father gone on vacation, Sunny had time to be a better friend, since she wasn't playing the role of the ever-perfect daughter. So in an effort to be a better friend, she had texted Heather and asked her to meet her at Thelma's.

"Hi," she said. "I'm glad you could come. How's your summer been?"

To: girlnamedshawn
From: badgirlheather
Subject: Prom night

( Message )

Cary pretended to go through his backpack while he waited for his classmates to clear the hallway. He only had a few minutes before he had to move on for the day and wished that people would hurry up. When the coast was finally clear, he walked over to Heather's locker and opened it.

Careful to look like he was at his locker, Cary placed a black tote bag containing a USB drive with her instructions and a ball gray yarn his mom asked him to give Heather on the bottom shelf. He turned to see if anyone had come by and when he realized he was still alone, Cary took out a stuffed pink flamingo from his backpack and put it on top of the tote bag

Satisfied that she would know he had been there, he closed the locker and headed off to meet Mari.