Horrid Liars & Beautiful Smiles but Naturally It's all a Joke.

We're Not really birds.... but we're a Flock.

Silverston Highschool is the nicest shithole on this side of the Country. There's everything from gum covered bleachers, to the classic couple make-out spot. There's the teachers. The administration. And, well, us. However there are those untold stories of the ghost in the west building. Or locker 2-0455 where everyone stores drugs. And the good places to sit if you want to survive Ms. Reynolds' class.  I wouldn't have known most of this if I hadn't been informed. Obviously. Which brings me to the rest of our crew, otherwise known as 'The Flock.' We didn't make the name. In fact the name came from almost 20 years ago. Everyone knows about the Flock. One time, (Andrew told me this one,) the administration even called the entire group of them to the Office. Even the police department does which, I'm not sure is a good thing. There have even been a few guys that became famous. I guess you could say it's a pretty big deal. I mean believe me it's no esteemed, highly equipped, audition only, clique. And it may not be the 'popular kid' table to sit at. But if you've grown up praying for a chance to even be apart of this legendary group, it's pretty kick-ass. But like I said it's not like anything you've ever seen. It's like a wolf pack. A mess of hormones and good music. A group of shaggy haired teens who are completely out of control. Remember when I told you Andrew knows EVERYONE? Yeh. He does. So believe it. When he was a freshman he was adopted into the crowd and told me countless tales of how 'Danny wore this' Or 'Shaye kissed him' and 'Liam showed off his--' well... yeh. Eventually I met most of them at a party that Andrew brought me to. And I was fucking blown away.  So when I walked into the art room. I wasn't surprised to see who was there. Andrew and  Zac had already found their way there, Andrew was casually leaning against a wall and Zac was sitting on top of a shelf. "Heyyy homeslice!?" He smiled as I sat on the counter below him. An arm wrapped around my face that smelled like some wierd concoction of manspray  something or other. "AGH! IT'S SAMI!!" A low voice exclaimed. I pulled my face back and looked up to see Johnnie, a senior, looking at me. "Hey Johnnie," I said as he sat next to me on the counter. "SHAYE GET OVER HERE!!" Johnnie called as a girl with purple hair fading to teal walked over to where we were sitting. " Oh hey Samantha, when did you get old enough to be here?" She teased. I smiled and hugged her. The door clicked as someone moved passed the mass of teenage angst. "Ewh, such peasantry going on in the hallway!" "Ewh such peasantry on your face!" I replied. "Shut up Sam the Ham!" was the reply. "At least I don't look like a smurf!" I teased her. "Does it really look like that!?" She asked. "Cool your jets Jess," I laughed as she gave me the 'fuck you' look of death. "Hey Jess heads up!" Zac called as he narrowly missed falling on top of her. "Shit Zac!" She said sharply moving back. "Sorry," he replied. " it was just lonely up there." "Ahah, OK you freshman dweebs! Since we're all gathered here...." He paused, "time for.... initiation."