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Six teens must survive High school with relationships, homework, Family problems, ect. |
| [Introduction]
Alright here are the rules 1.) there must be six teens three boys and three girls 2.)If your character wants to ahve an relationship with another persons character you must ask for there permisson. 3.)Remember to have fun You must give your characters profile Name Image age personality We won't start until we have all characters thankyou. |
| Alright here's mine Name: Jessica age: 15 Image: Has long Blond hair but keeps it in a braid or a pony tail. Has bright blue eyes Also alway's wears jeans,long sleeved shirts,or just normal shirts some say things like Spoiled on them. Personality: Has a bad temper, Loves to watch sports with her parents, and she has fun chating on the computer. |
| Name: Nicole (but her friends call her NIkki) Age: 15 Image: Her hair is black with red acents in it. It's as long as her shoulders. Loves wearinf what almost every girl likes to wear skirts,jeans,shorts, etc. Personality: She is very easy going and relaxed she seems to tense up when she talked guys (hey who girl doesn't) She always likes to turn frowns upside down and she loves eating pizza. |
| Okay.. I've got two characters... Alan Chase Kohart 16 Alan wears just about anything. His normal attire consists of a sports jersey and slightly baggy pants. Alan is an average teenage guy. He gets along with almost everyone. Alan is considered a floater (He makes friends from all differennet cliques). The only difference with him and most teenage guys is Alan takes his school seriously. Elana Joe Kratt 15 Elana wears baggy clothes. Her usual attire is a dark blue hoodie and baggy cargo pants. Elana is very to herself. She judges people easily. She thinks she can read them all too well. It usually takes Alan to get her to interact with others... Unless she gets angry. Elana's hard core outside pushes many people away, but once you take time to get to know her you'll find the softie hidden beneath the surface. Now I beleive you'll only need two guys? |
| Name:Miley Cyrus Age:13... almost 14 Image: Goregous brown hair an blue eyes Personality:I'm nice, friendly, and sweet... Everyone loves me!!! (cutie,... thanks for letting me do this! You rock!) |
| NameEvangaline Mint Image: Bright green eyes with dark brown hair that reaches her shoulders. Her usual attire is mini skirts and tang tops but will ocasonially wear shorts or capris. age: 15 1/2 personality:Can seem like a snobbish rich brat when you meet her but is actually pretty nice. She stands up for her friends and can start an argument over alomost anything. |
| Alrigth I must annouce that Horsecrazy has dropped out of the campfire so, just think of her character had just moved far way. Okay and I think we might have extra's it's alright. When we start I'll just put up where are characters are and what there doing. It's ok if you ahven't put up your character yet it'l alright. If you ahven't then put your character discription and then add the rest bellow. Okay First day of school everyone is in the hallway opening up there lockers. |
| Name: Trey Age: 16 Image: Dresses nicely, in the latest fashions most of the time. Shaggy, dark brown hair thats always irratating him by getting in his dark brown eyes. Tall, muscular, and very good-looking Personality: Trey's popular because he loves to make people laugh. Jokes, clowning around - he's rarely serious and is always in a good mood. Very laid back, it takes a lot to get him mad - when he does get angry, though, he goes completly nuts. Other: He mainly hangs around the jocks, but he's willing to be friends with pretty much anyone, no matter what circle. ****** "Man. I can't believe we're back in school." "Better get used to it." Trey grinned at Ray, then turned back to his locker. "I got the stuck one..." He groaned, giving his locker a hard thump in an effort to make it open. Nothing. "Seen any hot chicks lately?" "Dude, I'm certain you could find hot chicks anywhere." Trey laughed in reply. "Common, lets get to class." |
###################################### -Name: Winter White -Image: Clear white skin, stylish dirty blonde hair, deep grey eyes, about 6'0" tall, slender build. Has the talent of looking like a 'picture-come-true' even in a T-shirt and baggy sweatpants, and always seems to be immaculate. Handsome with delicate icy features. -Age: 16 (Born on December 25th) -Personality: Comes from a rich family, so in a way indifferent to the things going on around him. Has a talent for the arts; painting, acting, music, and writing. Father's a movie director and screenplay writer, while mother's a famous actress, 15-year-old sister Summer is also a budding actress on screen. Good at running, tennis, swimming, and skiing, but not good at such sports as football, soccer, basketball, nor baseball. More of an individual player than is a team player. Does not enjoy sweating. Not particularly unfriendly, but has a cold countenance, as his name suggests. -Other: Bi-sexual, not that he has had any relationship with either sex, though had been pursued by both. Has already published a couple of novels, assisted his father(though not acknowledged) with his movies, and knows some actors and actresses but doesn't talk about them. ####################################### Getting up for school was quite difficult work. Being used to going to bed at 5 am in the morning and sleeping at noon for the past couple of weeks, it was pure torture dragging himself out of bed. At least he was thankful to be born male; it only took him a couple of minutes to pull on his faded jeans and a shirt, but almost thirty minutes for his sister, Summer, to get dressed. Clicking the combination for his locker with ease, which flung open nearly as soon as he touched it, he neatly put his jacket inside with a few books and notebooks. Nearby two guys, one that he recognized as Trey, were standing and talking about 'chicks.' Those two completely proved that all jocks talked about were whether they'd seen a hot chick or not. Apparently, looking at the mere fact that the nameless guy was unable to open his locker, jocks were idiots. Whatever. It was just disappointing that Trey was the same as any other. He had expected more from him. Winter slammed his locker shut and headed for his class. Hopefully, this year would be more interesting. |
| Miley was watching Winter. "He's kinda cute" she thought. Miley's best friend, Emily, walked up behind her. "Hi, Miley!" said Emily. "Mmhmm" said Miley, still watching Winter. "Who is it this time?" asked Emily. Miley looked at Emily. "What are you talking about?" "Well, you only get that look when you like some guy." Emily said. There was a long awkward pause. "Um, well, gotta go to class," said Miley, "Guess I'll talk to you later." "Ok..." said Emily, still wondering who Miley liked. |
| Evangaline had gotten up a 4:00 this morning to alot herself enough time to pick out the perfect outfit for the first day back to school. After about half an hour of rumagining she had found it. A white mini skirt with a pink tang top and one of her designer hand bags. *************** As Evangaline entered school she took in her new surroundings hoping she wouldn't get lost. She found her locker grabbed her books and headed off to homeroom.She hoped this year would be interesting because so far she thought it was going to be a total bore. |
Cardinal Sior [ read see ore ] Age: 17 Personality: Cardinal is quite detached from people for someone who is outspoken. He is extremely hard working although it goes unnoticed, and with this unapproachable air at school, he appears to have no interest in anyone or anything. All his affairs are outside of school. He aims to graduate from high school and become a rich, powerful businessman, but a certain incident made him lose focus, and it cost him to stay behind and repeat the year. Cardinal is not a punctual person. Appearance: Cardinal has soft, thin black hair that gets in the way of his intense ocean blue eyes. His clothes consist of materially thin jackets, hardwearing jeans with pockets and straps all down the sides, and skechers on his feet. Wears a leather black, skin tight bracelet on his right wrist and centred on his lower back is a tattoo of an upside down, dark green, black and silver winged dragonfly. * Every start to the day, he felt like punishing his old foolish self. Cardinal left the house as soon as the sun rose. For him, every morning began the same since half-way through last year. Through the days, he somehow managed to get by, by pushing that day to the back of his mind. But at night, the indecent would resurface. He was an insomniac and had given up on sleep. Generally, people think insomniacs are people who can’t sleep, and don’t think any further than that. But every night he didn’t sleep felt as though he had shaved away months of his life; and by morning he felt older and more easily irritable. The neat lawns he passed gave off a sweet, dry aroma, and there were hardly any cars on the road yet. He kept to the pavement, his hands deep inside the pockets of his jeans. He was not on his way to school, but towards the graveyard. It was a twenty minute walk from his house, in the opposite direction to school. He reached the gate to the cemetery and pushed it open. It cricked eerily. Cardinal wound his way through the gravestones, and stopped in front of his friend’s grave. He didn’t know how long he stood there, gazing at it expressionlessly, but his legs were starting to get stiff and sore. He crouched and ran a hand over the rough, cold stone. To think that his friend was six feet under, an empty shell. The thought made him feel sick. Cardinal reached inside his jacket and pulled out a cigarette, igniting the end with a lighter he had taken out of a pocket on the side of his jeans. The sun crept further up into the sky. A small voice reminded him that he should be at school, but he did not move until it was getting late. The hallway was empty when he arrived. He probably missed homeroom too. If he wasn’t so tired, he might have cared… Might. Cardinal didn’t need to open his locker. He had no combination lock, but who would dare to touch it anyway? Even if someone were to steal something of his, there wasn’t much to take. Inside, it was practically empty except for his texts books and a single pen that was running low on ink. The previous owner had drawn all over the walls of the locker with a permanent marker. He took what he needed and unnecessarily slammed it shut. It stubbornly stood ajar, appearing eager for his inevitable return. |
| Okay now that we started and if you didn't get to do it don't worry lets just say your character was late for class. Just for yall to know I'll give you three days to continue this ok. Jessica shoved a piece of bread in her mouth before entering the school hallway. Everyone seemed to stop talking a gaze at her in disgust. She smirked and walked forward. Walking past everyone who seemed to whisper about her on her way. It was just like middle school all over again. Suddenly she caught soneone whisper something about her. "I heard she killed her best friend and blamed her parents." whispered the girl the other girl nodded in agreement. Jessica stopped dead in ehr tracks. "That's not true," she barked the girl's eyes widen as she snatche dher books and ran. Jessica cursed under her breath and marched to her locker. Boys stare dat her like she was crazy as she gave them an evil look. He long blond hair swooshed back and fourth as she opened her locker. Shoving her bakcpack in it another girl tapped he ron her shoulder. Jessica turned around to find no one there. "Weirdo's," she muttered slamming her locker door and marching to her class room. Alright now everyone is in class and let's just say all of our characters have the same class. Strange isn't it and it's a reading class. |
| Trey paused in the doorway of the classroom, quickly scanning the room before choosing a seat in the back. Almost immediently, a small group of people crowded around him, the popular people closest while a few wannabes hovered at the edge of their small circle. "So, Trey, how are you?" A girl he couldn't remember the name of battered her eyes, and giggled. "Yeah, I'm good." Trey stretched lazily. "Hey, is it just me or is this class filled with everyone I know?" The group laughed as if he had said something hilarious. "Come on, Trey, your the most popular boy in school. As if you know any of these losers. Except for, like, us!" The girl-he-couldn't-remember-the-name-of shot a look of disgust at the various 'losers' scattered around the room. "Their not losers." Trey replied, briefly annoyed. "Come on, man. Look at them!" Ray leant in close. "Hey, did you notice that Jasmine, Jessica chick? Apparently she killed..." Trey ignored the rest of the sentence. Ray was a friend, but sometimes he just sounded so... stupid. He glanced at the clock on the wall. Class would begin in five, four, three... There was a door slam as a stern looking man entered the room. Trey groaned. He wasn't a good reader, and now he had Mr. West as well. Mr. West, who had taken an extreme dislike to Trey after Trey had super glued his glasses to his nose for a pratical joke. This is so not going to be a good year. Trey thought as Mr. West's glare settled on him. Class had begun. |
| Alan and Elana rushed into the school. Alan usually called Elana in the morning to wake her up, but he had woken up late. Alan rushed to his class, waving a good-bye to Elana. The two were best friends, yet completely different. Alan was a blonde, tall, boy who was very social. His friend Elana was a brunette, short, and judged people way to quickly. This year was her first year at this school. She'd gotten transfered. Elana looked at the numbers above the doors, where was her class? Then finally she found it, but classes were already starting to begin. She opened the door to a Mr. West's class. She shook her head seeing the class filled with popular people. Alan sat down in the back of his class, trying to avoid confrontation with the teacher. Luckily the teacher was writing something on the chalk board. Alan smiled, approving of his successful sneak into class. He smoothed a wrinkle from his jersey he'd gotten for being on the football team. He looked around the room, not a bad class. Elana too chose a seat in the back, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. She knew people where going to look at her. Especially the teacher. Elana placed her backpack on the floor beside then put her hands inside her black hoodie. She starred at a rip in her baggy cargo jeans. 'Please don't say anything to me.. Please..' |
| Winter was sitting in the back. He stared ahead, eyes toward Mr. West but his focus on nothing. His gray eyes slowly turned to look around the classroom. For some reason, most everyone he knew was in there. Not that he 'knew' them, but he recognized their faces. It might actually be pretty amusing this year. That was when the door opened to reveal Summer standing behind it. She walked into the classroom, her footsteps light, and headed for an empty seat. She had on a short skirt and small T-shirt that completely emphasized her fully grown breasts. Winter decided he'd just ignore her if all was possible. However, Summer didn't follow his plan. As she sat down, she waved to him with her perfectly manicured hands. She then looked lazily ahead, after flipping her long blonde hair. Summer being in this classroom certainly did not suit Winter at all. |
| Miley & Emily had second hour Spanish together. "How am I supposed to understand Spanish when I can't even understand English half the time?" Emily asked Miley. The teacher saw Miley and Emily talking. She wrote them each a detention slip then continued her lesson. The teacher looked the other way. "Great, I got detention on the first day of school!" said Miley. The teacher turned around and gave Miley a shut-up-or-you-get-another-detention look. "ok, I'll be quiet...' Miley said. |
| Evangaline had Biology first period. Not one of her srong classes. She sat down and opened her notebook jotting down what the teacher said. As the class dragged on Evangaline started to realize how incredibly boring this class was and before she knew it her eyes were dropping. Evangaline-ine...EVANGALINE! She awoke startled and found herself staring into the angry face of her biology teacher Mr.Tofty. "Dention" was all Mr.Tofty said as he handed Evangaline the slip while she walked embarassed out of the rooom off to her next class. |
Cardinal pulled the door open and gazed indifferently into the room. Mr. West looked up with narrowed eyes, and there was a sharp snap as he shut the book in his hand. Cardinal paid no attention to the class as he cut across the room to take a seat beside the window, the teacher’s eye on him the entire time. “Please continue, Summer,” Mr. West said, continuing the lesson as if they had not been interrupted. Cardinal knew that he had not got off free for being twenty-five minutes late. He crossed his arms on the desk and laid his head on them, using it as a pillow. As the lesson progressed, Cardinal tried to keep himself preoccupied by folding an origami star. By the second star, he was so immersed that he did not hear what Mr. West had said, and only when the students began to move around their desks was he brought back to the classroom. He glanced at his watch and saw that they had at least another twenty minutes before this class was done with. Why was everyone up, out of their seats? He observed for a while and noticed that people were pairing, that was when his vision had been obscured by a girl he did not know… “Do you mind if I pair with you?” she asked. He turned away from her, looking instead out the window. “No,” he said. It occurred to him that he hadn’t used his voice in over a month, and the sound of it brought a painful memory. His empty, uncaring voice, hours before … What he wouldn’t give for a cigarette. The girl next to him had been talking, and he hadn’t taken in a word of it. He stood up, unable to suppress the urge to punish himself, and walked out of the room, ignoring the teacher yelling at him to return to the classroom. |
| Jessica sat in the back of the class where she knew that no one would notice her. She was the only one in the far off chair in the corner but that's how she liked it. But what bothered her the most of people would swirl around in there chairs and give her nasty looks which made her uncomfortable. "Your a murder you killed her," whispered on of the girls that sat in front of her. Jessica lifted her eyes from her paper and tightened her fists. "Who?" she asked hopeing that the girl would turn back around. "Don't play stupid you know who it was, You know Christy your one and only friend." Jessica had had enough as anger arose to her head. Suddenly she found herself jumping up and pointing her finger at the girls forhead. "LISTEN I DIDN'T KILL HER, THAT'S JUST SOME LIE YOU AND YOUR PREPPY FIRENDS MADE UP!" Jessica was going to continue when Mr. West scolded her to sit down. Jessica cursed under her breath and sat down. The girl smiled like her misson was complete. When Jessica spit her gum into her hand and threw into the girls hair. "Take that," she smirked Alright everyone now it's the best part of the day in school lunch. But after lunch your characters go home. Then go to locker and then class. Just keep like that and then I'll tell you when dances are coming up. |
| Miley sighed.... "ugh... not PE this early!?!?!?!" "yep" said emily. "ugh"groaned miley Miley & emily changed into unifrom. they walked into the gym and all eyes were on them. "uh, whats going on?" asked miley. Amber, Miley's enemy walked up to her and said " Dodgeball." "DUCK, HIDE!!!!" screamed Emily and Miley at once. At the end of the Pe hour, they were sore, bruised and limping from being beaten with the dodgeballs. They changed back into their normal clothes then went on to English together. |
| As usual Jessica attended lunch with everyone whispering about as she walke dby or giving her a frightened look. It didn't bother her actually but she hated sitting alone. It wasn't her fault that her bes friend died and the police blamed her. They were actually being mugged. Jessica and her friend Ginger had come back from a fun day of hanging at the mall listening to music when a man in black came out of nowhere. He pointed the gun at Ginger and smiled "Give me your money," Jessica was scared out of her wits. But ginger stood tall and laughed. "Ginger what are you doing?" Jessica whispered Ginger smirked as her short brown hair swayed in the wind. Suddenly Ginger snatched her purse and hit the mugger. Taking Jessica by the hand and they ran for it. Jessica had her eyes squeezed shut until she heard a loud gun shot and suddenly time stopped. As she saw her best friend laying on the sidwalk dead. The mugger must of grabed her purse and ran for it and a police officer had just drove by. He jumpe dout of the car and pointed his gun at jessica "Freeze," Jessica put her hand in the air when she realized in her pocket was her pocket knife and her hands where covered with blood. |
| "Finally, LUNCH!!!!" said Miley. "I'm starving." said Emily. Miley and Emily left the school to go get lunch. THey ate and on thier way back, Emily was too busy watching construction workers to watch where she was going and she ran into a stop sign. Everyone around her laughed including the construction workers. Even Miley was laughing until she saw that Emily was really hurt. Miley helped Emily back to the school and to the nurses office. |
| Jessica knew that no matter what she would say to anyone they would still tink she killed her friend. She cursed under her breath as she dumped her trash in the trashcan. Suddenly to her surprise tears began to form as an urg of saddness and frustration nurished within her. "Don't start crying everyone will think your a baby." she thought but she couldn't hold it back. As she fell to her knee's and screamed. The lunch room went silent. |
| Trey stopped in the middle of a joke as a gut-wrenching scream rang out, his eyes swinging to where a girl was sobbing her eyes out on the floor. "Hey-" His friends went silent for a minute, also staring at the girl. Then, in unision, they went back to chatting, and the lunch room was noisy once more. Trey abruptly pushed back his chair, his eyes still fixed on the girl - what was her name? Jezabel, Jess... Jessica, that was it. "Trey. Don't." Ray said, noticing what Trey was doing. "She's really upset, someone should help her." Trey replied, starting to walk away. "Come on, man. Look at her!" Ignoring his friends yell, Trey walked over and stuck his hand out to help her up. She stared at it like it was a snake. "It's just hand." Jessica warily took it, allowing him to help her to her feet. "You looked pretty upset." "Yeah, well, wouldn't you be upset if everyone judged you?" She hissed, furiously wiping away her tears. "Probally." He replied with a grin. "Want me to walk you to class?" She looked stunned, then slowly shook her head. "Uh, no thanks. I need to go to the ladies, get cleaned up and everything." "Okay." Trey paused for a moment, not really wanting the conversation to end. "Well... See you around?" She nodded, managing a small smile. Wow, even with red eyes she's really pretty. He thought suddenly. "Okay. See you." Trey watched as she walked off, then headed back to his table, a grin on his face. |
| "How come you're always alone?" Summer turned to look Winter in the face. "You never seem to have any cute friends around." "You talk as if we've never went to the same school," Winter replied, his voice cool and slight. "Go hang out with your own friends." Summer seductively bit into her full pink lips. Though Winter was the best accessary ever to keep by her side, she sometimes missed her friends and all the gossiping they did. "Would that be okay? I wouldn't mind, I mean..." "Just go. I couldn't care less." Winter smiled, but it didn't quite reach up to his eyes. He waved his slender hands in a shooing motion. Though Winter's smile could have been considered icy, Summer knew that it wasn't intentional. Her older brother just didn't care enough to wear a true expression. She just hoped she could ever see a sign of emotion on his sculpted face. "Okay, I'll see you later then. Mind if I bring my friends over later?" "As you wish." "Don't stay at Starbucks until closing time like you did last time. They do want to see you, you know." Summer grinned and ran off towards the lunchroom. Personally, Winter thought her skirt was a little too short for his little sister to wear. He could see most of her white thigh as she disappeared. Shaking his head, he too headed for the lunchroom. A scream. Winter quickened his pace. As he reached the lunchroom, a blonde girl rushed out, her hands sweeping her face. He didn't get out of her way in time, and she clashed into his chest as his own fingers closed around her shoulders. When she looked up, her eyes were of a clear blue though tinged with a reddish glow. Winter's lips moved to let out a gentle whisper. "Are you alright?" |
| Jessica pounded into the girls bathroom and found herself sobing her eye's out and having a unnatural feeling of wanting to have her arms wrap around someone and to be loved. "I need a friend," she whispered her long blond hair was a mess as she quickly combed it back. "Okay go back in there and get on with your life." she thought as she walked into the lunch room. She held her head down in embaressment until she slammed into a boys chest. She looked up "Winter I'm so sorry," was all she said as as she rushed past him. "Hey look it's the screamer," cried a males voice Jessic aknew it was Ray but she didn't say anything except "Your really lame you know," she began to walk away when she saw Trey. She took a deep breath and walked up to him. "Thankyou for helping me up." she gave him a friendly hug and walked away. She smiled. "That fel like I had a friend again." she said the with a smile. |
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