#starterpara

Parker sighs and looks back to the newspaper they're holding, but the tiny ant-like letters don't exactly hold their attention for long.

Even though Isaac was close to dying his dreams were still functioning, suddenly everything faded into white and Adrianna's face appeared. She was in her bathing suit as they were about ready to jump of the cliff as he wanted to do with her. Elijah stood across from them yelling at them telling the two to jump already and for Isaac to stop being such a pussy. As they jumped off the cliff and the air hit their faces lightly, they dove into the water. Isaac felt a rushing flow through his body as they went in, he smiled at Adrianna and kissed her lips. She suddenly panicked and Isaac had no clue what was going on, Adrianna began to get dragged by Max leaving Isaac screaming and crying wanting her back. As reality hit Isaac began to have another seizure as he lost his breath under water in his dream which became a nightmare.

Dancing around her house with the music blasting, Mia gathered up her items. "Okay, bag, phone, keys, eyeliner and purse. I think that's everything" she stated to herself. Speeding upstairs, she rolled on some socks, slipped on her converse and threw a baggy T on over her shorts. Heading back downstairs she switched off her music and stepped outside pouting to herself. "What does he mean he knows how destructive I can get? He aint seen nothing" she scoffed playfully, waiting for him to arrive. Hearing the sound of his car pulling up the drive, she sighed to herself. "You could just, you know, give me your car, it would make me very happy" she said with a smile and an innocent voice after sliding into the passenger seat. 

Dallyn stretched out by the pool, waiting for someone to come into the area and make some sort of conversation. He was pretty impressed with it, actually. The area, that is. It wasn't small enough that people weren't sexually harassing each other by simply walking, and it wasn't big enough that it seemed odd with the small amount of attendees. The water was cold, but the air was damp enough to be hot. It almost seemed like the perfect day for something of this nature. He glanced under one of the lawn chairs, glad to see his bong still very much intact. If that broke, he thought, he really wouldn't be able to go to bed again. He'd let people use it, of course. But they will have to buy him a new one if they fuck it up. Still, he laid there, shirt covering a nasty scar. He wanted to take it off, but that was only going to lead to more concern from everyone. Maybe later when everyone was drunk and stoned. Maybe then.