Take me away. -Open-

[jesse allen sieb]

Jesse Allen Sieb
- you won’t find the beat until you lose yourself in it

Routine. Why did it make me want to just punch something in the face? I hated wandering around the same hallways, going to the same classes day after day and dealing with the same bull shit. Maybe thats the reason why I partied every chance I got, or was just barely getting by in school. Whatever the reason was I just couldn't wait to get out of this dump. I kept telling myself just one more year, one more year and I could head off the college. But then I would be doing what 4 more years of schooling there. Fat chance. I was a smart kid, I just didn't find anything we were learning worth learning. So I stuck to the outskirts of the school, I wasn't involved in drugs, drinking ya, but nothing to bad. I normally just did my own thing, sat around and listened to music, anything to drown out the annoying lectures that the teachers were paid to give students like me who didn't give a rip.

that’s why we won’t back down
we won’t run and hide

There was about 20 minutes left of class, what was I doing? The same thing I did everyday. Avoiding doing my homework at all costs, jamming to some music. I didn't bother with my homework, I understood everything we were being taught and it showed on my tests, so why waste my time. I sighed and arched my back over my chair, hearing a satisfying crack. The teacher, like always was eying me up as I casually tapped my pencil to the song I was currently listening to. I glared back at her, mulled over the thought of flipping her the bird but thought against it. This was the last class of the day and I didn't really want to deal with detention.

i’m passing over you like a satellite

I shook my head slightly, flipping my brown hair out of my forest green eyes. Time sure flys when your doing dick all because at that exact moment the bell decided to save my life. The screech of chairs, the crinkle of paper and the murmuring of voices filled the class. I would occasionally pick up the conversations on what people were doing on the weekend, did I care? Absolutely not. I shrugged my backpack over my shoulders, pushed my chair into my desk and started to leave. Jesse. Can I talk to you. She let me get to the door before speaking to me. There was no questioning in her voice, it was more like a demand. I sighed, rolled my eyes and spun on my heel. I guess I don't really have a choice now do I?

[/color] She looked unamused and I gave up on all humor. I knew what speech was coming. Why don't you try harder? Your such a brilliant boy. You can go so far. Blah. Blah. Blah. And life goes on[/color] I took my headphones off my head, letting them rest around my neck. I pretended to be interested in her spiel that she gave, since the more I listened the sooner I could go.

that’s why you stick to your game plans and party lives

The minutes ticked by and she kept rambling on. I let out an annoyed sigh. Look, Mrs. Grayson; I kind of have somewhere to be. Can I go?[/color] She looked taken from me interrupted but she just nodded towards the door. I took it as a goodbye, flipped my custom skull candy's back onto my head, gave a casual behind hand wave goodbye and hustled out the door.

you can’t understand what lays ahead

The halls were barren, and that came as no surprise to me. Everyone had something to do on a Friday. With music filling my head I took off in a casual walk down the hallway, no need to stop at my locker, I made a B-line towards the door. Fresh air in major need. Once outside I almost felt like someone was lifting a weight off my shoulders, it was the same feeling I got every time I left that stupid building. Of course I actually didn't have to go anywhere. The only real plan I had right now was just to walk around, if I met someone I met someone.

you’ll never learn the fun now
til you’re standing at the gate

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[peyton marie presley]

It was Friday. Finally. Eighteen year old Peyton Presley let out a soft sigh of relief as she excited her last period of the day. The kids of Willow Grove High School all seemed to share her opinion, as they all rushed by her and headed for the door. Peyton shook her head softly, an amused smile crossing her face. It had been a long week, but she was sure that these kids wouldn't move as fast if there had been a fire. They were all eager to get to their Friday night plans. Partying, most likely. It was a stupid past time that most high schoolers seem to enjoy. Peyton, however, did not and found it silly for anyone to be in a rush to go to it. A waste of time, in her opion.

Though, her Friday night plans were no better. Go home, cook dinner, watch movies and read a book until she fell asleep. It was how she spent most Fridays. Yes, it was simple. Yes, it might seem boring to many teens. However, Peyton didn't care. She'd rather isolate herself than be surrounding by a bunch of underage drunk teens at a party. That was just Peyton.

The teen took her time at her locker, allowing amble time for everyone to exit the school and clear out the parking lot. It was only when she was absolutely sure the parking lot would be empty that Peyton made her way down the halls toward the door. The halls were empty, which comforted the girl slightly. Even after living here since her freshman year, the girl still felt like a stranger to most of her peers. Now, a senior, she felt little need to get to know them. Why bother when in less than a year she'd be gone to never see them again? She had always preferred to observe anyhow, rather than to be a part of the action.

Peyton stepped out of the door and took in a small breath of fresh air. She made her way down the side of the school, sitting on a bench. She pulled her legs up on the bench with her, wrapping her arms around them as she rested her head on her knees. She now had her iPod going softly in one ear as she waited. She shared a truck with her father, and refused to ride the school bus. She lived too far away to walk, so everyday after school the teen found herself waiting for her father to get off work to pick her up. He didn't get off till five, however, so she had a long wait. She closed her eyes softly as the wind blew. She doubted that anyone was still around, so she figured she'd be fine just sitting there like that for a while. What was the harm?