I'm Here, What'd I Miss? (Open)

A young girl approached the school doors, gazing up at the large building. She tugged at her skirt, which she had quickly put on earlier. It didn't fit her well; it was quite short, and she was self-conscious about the fact. She would most likely have to order a new uniform later that day. She clutched a nearly-bursting backpack. She didn't pack much, of course. Just some clothes and the sort, but even for a large backpack, it was hard for it to hold it all.

The blonde-haired girl looked down at the many papers in her hand. The top paper showed a schedule, which she studied silently. "8:15 a.m.? This school is going to kill me," she muttered to herself, switching the papers around to find the school map. Er, wait. Where was it? She fumbled with the papers, dark blue eyes dashing back and forth. She turned, blonde hair lashing along with her. Of course the car wasn't still there. The new student, disheartened, turned back around and headed up to the entrance. Maybe she could just wing it. How bad could it be?

There seemed to be a couple new students today, Logan fletcher was among them. A tall handsome boy had approached the school, a travel-sized luggage strolling slowly behind him. His eyes examined the school, not looking very impressed - you could say that Logan comes from a very rich family. So hes used to big schools like this, but you could also say that Logan was a lady-lover, or a charmer. Always sliding into a pretty girls life. He gave a slight cough adjusting his tie and hair. Giving a friendly wave towards some students strolling by the entrance. The blonde didn't want to ask anyone for directions, he usually just did everything himself even though he was plenty rich and make everyone do anything for him.

He continued down the path to the school, distracted by all the paper-work the adminstration had handed him earlier. Even though the academy didn't even compare too some of the schools Logan had been too, it was a very confusing one. The most confusing one he had ever been to, he muttered himself, oblvious too the other new student walking towards him. He quickly crashed into her, papers flying all over the place.

Her face was practically buried in the pages as she mourned internally for the loss of her beloved school map. She skimmed the student code-of-conduct. All outside contact will be monitored!? Her eyes widened at the page. Oh, God, I hope they don't read Dad's texts. The blonde, Harmony Orias, continued to fumble with her skirt. Who made these uniforms anyway?

Just as she was looking up, she was met with a stranger's forehead. Giving a loud shriek, Harmony fell through the flurry of papers, landing on the hard concrete. She rubbed her forehead, furrowing her eyebrows.  "I'm probably going to get a bruise now," she complained, looking up at the stranger. What a way to make a first impression for the both of them. She clutched her skirt with embarrassment, rising to her feet. Irritated, she started to pick up her papers, not uttering another word. However, she glanced up at the young man in front of her, giving him a blaming glare.

He didn't mean too bump into someone on his first day, or too make them scream loudly and burst his ear drums out. Way too make first impressions huh? The girls fore-head was rock-hard Logan had too rub his hand over it as soon as he fell onto the ground from alarm. 'Who knew a girls fore-head could be so hard...'The boy had thought too himself, as he continued rubbing his poor little head. He looked at his surroundings, paper scattered everywhere, and a girl who seemed pretty damn angry.

Logan's eyebrows raised at the girls comment, "Well thats a little rude, I think that i'd have a nastier bruise then you." Blinking at the girls stare that seemed to blame him for this entire situation. He was slightly taller then her wouldn't she notice him? His gaze dropped towards the papers on the ground, a small smile forming on his face as he helped pick up her papers and handed them back over towards her. "Here you go" Logan had told her handing back some of her papers. "Sorry about that by the way." He said pushing himself back too his feet, wiping the dirt of his shirt. Name is Logan by the way. Logan Fletcher" The boy had told her extending his hand and giving her a slight wink.