AN: Ahh so many submissions! To the person who submitted without signing in: I'm really sorry but I can't use your character. I don't think you read the form properly, as it clearly states this is not Perdido Beach. I'm really sorry... SYOC still open (forever, probably...) Oh, and I disappeared. I'm sorry. And it's really short... I'm really sorry! I hope I wrote your characters well enough though.

A/D/I/R/A

Adira tapped her leg nervously. She was trying and failing to shun her thoughts. Why did she take charge? Of course everybody was only listening to her because of fear. Soon they'd see her as she was, the new girl whom nobody would bother to talk to.

"I would be thinking that too, 'bee." Said a girl. The first thing Adira noticed was that she was above average height. She had mousy brown hair with very startling blue eyes. Way to freak a girl out. Was that... A scar just above her left eye? "Yes, it is. Got it when I was eight. My mum was driving like a maniac."

"How did you-"

"Good at reading people," she shrugged. "Don't worry about it, she got off worse than me. May the mentalist rest in peace."

"Mentalist?"

"I really shouldn't-"

"Please," Adira said. "Tell me."

"She went a bit loopy after my brother was born. I was too young to remember why. Or too dumb." She covered her mouth. "How did you do that? You don't know. You're right, it probably is just the stress."

Adira was confused by the girl, but she let the moment pass. They sat quietly for a few minutes.

"Oh shit! My brother! I gotta go, good luck being the prime minister or whatever."

"Wait! I didn't catch your-" but she had already gone. "Name," Adira finished to herself quietly. Just as she was freaking out over the girl, Willow walked in and her face lit up. She was pushing a pram, which appeared to have two young children in it.

"Addy! Thank every god ever invented! My feet hurt."

Adira laughed. "Spill. You have your 'I just met a cute boy' look."

"I did, but I'm not looking like this because of that."

Adira smiled. "I knew it! Tell me about him."

Willow looked confused. "Well, he had sandy blonde hair, multicoloured eyes, seriously, and the cutest smile. I'm not sure which was best, his smile or his adorable little nose freckles."

"Sounds like you're talking about a five year old," Adira snorted.

"Well he wasn't," she huffed.

"Okay! Okay! I get it, he was our age and attractive. Willow Johnson is not a cradle snatcher!"

Willow smirked. "Good."

A/Z/A

She couldn't help screaming. Every since she was a child, she had hated being trapped in small spaces. When she was five years old, her Aunt and Uncle took her to a huge shopping centre. Now, a huge place like this had its stairs and escalators crowed to the brim. Her Aunt had suggested they take the elevator instead. Bad move. The second those doors closed, Aza screamed and cried and did anything she could think of. They figured it was just a phase. No, the claustrophobia never went away.

You can see, then, why was terrified when the light vanished all of a sudden. She had been sitting on a chair that was pushed right into the corner of her living room. She had had the worst cold ever. Now there was darkness. She instinctively reached out to feel her surroundings. She whimpered and jerked her hand back when it met something. It was like being electrocuted. Her heart started beating rapidly before falling backwards. Then there was light.

It had been a feeling of weightlessness, like she was floating and dissolving at the same time. She stopped panicking and found she was in the hallway of her house. That was weird... She had just been- where had she been?

Somebody cleared their throat. Aza looked up. "Otto?"

J/E/R/E/M/Y

Jeremy flicked his watch, willing the hand to move. Stupid cheap electronics. They had just had a meeting at Anderson Academy. Missy Devilo was getting on his last nerve, but his father, the douche bag he was, had taught him never to hit a girl. No matter how annoying. It just irritated him, the way she expected everyone to obey her every little command. For the most part, they did. That was only out of fear or attraction. For Jeremy, there was none of either. She was just a little girl who ate little to no protein. He could take her. For attraction, she tried way too hard. He'd seen less make-up on a transvestite.

He did notice a girl walk in. Late. She was small and thin enough to be considered fragile. She was almost completely white. Her skin was ghostly pale, which blended with hair which was almost white. Just the target he needed. He strolled over and grabbed her by the collar. "What do you think you're doing? Skipping the meeting?"

She looked shocked, her bright blue eyes pleading, but then her face grew determined. This made Jeremy angry. She shrugged him off, or tried to, which resulted in his grip tightening. "I'm not scared of your type, so don't even bother."

Jeremy lifted her off the ground a couple of centimetres. "We're trapped here for a while now. Maybe even forever. You don't want an outright enemy like me."

She laughed, a certain cruelness was present in what should be a joyful ring. "Looks like we're thinking the same." Suddenly, Jeremy felt a chill. That was weird, it was only September. Somehow it felt like he was standing naked in snow (not a fun experience). The temperature change caused him to drop the girl, who walked away slowly, making a show of it. He made sure to add her to the list.

He would get revenge later. He overheard some of the other guys in his school year having an argument with some kid.

"-And I'm telling you. The only reason it was called the FAYZ was because it took place in Fallout Ally. This, therefore, is not the FAYZ."

"And we're telling you to go find someone who cares," they all simultaneously burst out laughing. It was that moment that Jeremy got a good look at the offender. His heart stopped. It couldn't be... But it was. Why him? Jeremy knew now that Damien Hadley's life was going to become living hell, but a part of him didn't want to hurt the boy. He looked almost the same as when he was thirteen? Twelve? He didn't remember that. But everything else... That was clear. Damien. His eyes still had that sparkle that suggested he knew everything. As far as Jeremy knew, he did. Any question, Damien could tell him the answer.

It was then that Jeremy realised he was shaking. Man up, he told himself. "Is this kid bothering you?"

W/I/L/L/O/W

How in any of the hell dimensions did she end up looking after the little kids? She found children annoying, for the most part. The worst thing about this? She had only the girly girls for company. Willow wondered to herself if they still played with baby dolls, they seemed so comfortable.

She groaned as she spilt yet another serving of hot milk. "Need help with that?" Willow span to be met with Jace.

"What do you want?"

"Jeez! You just... looked like you need help or something."

"I'm fine."

"Why do you hate me so much?"

She met his eyes. "I don't hate you. Granted, I can barely tolerate you. But hate? That's too far. You would've had to have seriously gotten on my bad list. That's a place you don't want to be." When she said this, that day flashed through her head. It was almost enough to make her weep like the eight year old she had been. Almost.

"Fine, but what's with the cold attitude?"

She rolled her eyes. "Leave and I'll be a lot nicer."

He did walk away, but he didn't look happy about it. Willow sighed when she felt her stomach rumble. Stupid Addy. According to her, the best way was for the younger ones to eat more and earlier. Why had everyone agreed? Why had she raised her hand to vote yes? Because it was Addy, that's why.

D/A/M/I/E/N

That night he simply sat on his normal bed, reading. Not that he needed to read, he knew every plot twist and story line before he reached the right part. It made things like enjoying himself difficult. It was hard anyway now, his left eye kept twitching and stinging. It was then that he heard footsteps. After bracing for impact, he saw a figure. Had it not been for her hair which seemed to be glow in the dark, he wouldn't have been able to tell the gender of the silhouette.

She sat down on the opposite bed, watching him. "You got hit pretty badly." She had changed out of her school uniform, unlike Damien, and was wearing an oversized hoodie which made her look a lot bulkier than she probably was.

"It was nothing, really." Damien had had a hell of a lot worse than a black eye.

"Here," she said, getting up and sitting beside him. She placed a hand over the sore eye. Damien instantly felt like an ice-pack had been placed there and his face relaxed. "Who is that guy? Does he have a habit of beating people up?"

Damien grimaced. "Apparently. His name's Jeremy. Don't... don't hold him to it. He's just mad, at me."

"What did you do?"

He sighed. "It's a long story."

"Well," she said, looking around, "seems like we have all the time we need."

He smiled weakly. "How are you doing that? Your body temperature can't be that cold."

"I've always been naturally like that."

He could tell by her body language there was something she wasn't telling him. "Okay. Well, about a year ago or so we met at this summer holiday place. Our families got really close and we spent most of the summer with them. I may have upset him a little bit."

"Why aren't you telling me the full story?"

"I kinda promised that I'd never talk about it. The least I can do is honour that."

"So you're telling me that I can never know?" He nodded and she bit her lip. "Challenge accepted."

M/E/A/N/W/H/I/L/E

She clutched her chest, wincing as she felt a rush of pain. Why did she have to be stupid? She had gotten distracted too much. She reached for her the buttons of her coat, nearly screaming in pain. She had to bite the inside of her cheek. When her clothes weren't as tight anymore, she started to crawl, though it felt like her insides were falling out. She had tears streaming down her face now. This was the worst. It really wasn't her fault, there hadn't been a greyish wall there yesterday!

It continued like this for hours until it was nearly dawn. The self loathe almost made her forget about what the real agony was. She was close now. The lake. She would probably have to go all the way around it... But then there was light. A green one, unmistakably. She didn't know why, but she was entranced. Slowly, ever so slowly, she waded into the water toward the light. Then her head went under.