Teenager Time|Adventure Time Rp| Open and accepting

[Winchester..]

Logan smiled to himself as he reached the classroom. French, easy peasy. He was thankful for being taught since a young age, as he prided himself on passing every class, including French. Scanning the room, he decided on a seat in the back near Marshall Lee. They weren't exactly friends, but his group kept Logan at arms length as an acquaintance, which was fine by him. Taking his seat, he quickly equipped himself with a pen and notebook before offering Marshall a small smile as a greeting.

[.:bunches:.]

Fi darted into the library and went into ms garcias office in the back. She grabbed her text off the shelf wherr she had left it first hour and mouthed a sorry to the library matron and exited as quickly as she entered. Racing back to clsss she was two strides from the door to her class when the bell rang. wonderful. She apologized to yhe teacher as she took her seat.

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Marshall was a little surprised when Logan decided to sit next to him. Quirking a brow, he looked over at the other teen and offered a fanged grin in response, though it was a little forced. The boy got a eon and started twirling it, leaning back against his chair and being tempted to put his shoes up on the desk, but decided it'd just make the teacher mad. End up in detention for talking back. He couldn't, the party would be crashed. Of course he'd be able to escape detention, but it was risky and ended horribly.

[lavender & lilac;;]

Ellie was having trouble focusing.She had seen Fiona come in and was beginning to get a little irritated. She hate algebra but pulled her jacket on the chair next to her so Fi could sit.She was looking forward to the party though ,she couldn't wait. She looked over at her notebook and began furiously writing down answers to the questions In her text book. Why couldn't it be English?

[Winchester..]

Looking up at the board, Logan noticed that the teacher had put a short prompt in French up there. Write about your childhood. Easy enough, he supposed. He got to work, writing with ease as if French was his first language. The two paragraphs he had written were basically him explaining all the times his parents took in another foster child and the junk food he had. He had a rather boring childhood, and it was probably the cause of his quiet and calm demeanor. He never really did something exciting or rebellious, so this is what the teacher would be getting. Setting down his pen, he took a look around the classroom.

[.:bunches:.]

Fionna moved over to the seat Ellyon cleared for her and tried her hardest to focus on the assignment the teacher had assigned. Elly was working away busy as a bee, and Fionna privately wished she had her friends' acumen for school. Ugh. "Psst...what did you and Marsh cooking up for today anyway. The suspense is killing me." She saw the teacher frowning at her and looked back at her book.

[Winchester..]

(Newfound obsession with PB)

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• N a m e : Bonnibell Shweetz, or Bonnie if you wish
• G e n d e r : female
• A g e : 18 years old

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• A p p e a r a n c e : Bonnie, unlike her twin, dresses for comfort in lose flowing dresses and the occasional sweatshirt and jeans. Very much like him, she dyed her hair pink, and it stuck. She is tall, standing at 5'8 without wedged shoes.
• P e r s o n a l i t y : Bonnie has a sort of eloquence about her that makes people think she's stuck up. Okay, she may be a little, but she tries not to be. She is a genius, enjoying chemistry the most of all subjects and applying herself to her schoolwork.
• H i s t o r y : Is this absolutely neccisary? Because i have no idea.

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• F a t h e r : Christopher Shweetz
• M o t h e r : Gloria Shweetz
• S i b l i n g s : Benjamin Shweetz
• S e c r e t C r u s h : It's called a secret for a reason
• C r u s h : Look up
• O f f s p r i n g : Too young

[lavender & lilac;;]

Accepted. Thanks for picking Bonnie-girl!))

[lavender & lilac;;]

"Well, for one, this was my idea. For two, I'm thinking like 'Hey, you ditched school for this party, that's how awesome it is.' And as I'm emancipated, it isn't like they can call my parents." Elly whispered to Fi. She continued looking at her paper though. The teacher looked at her, but saw only the top of her head.

[Silenced Screams]

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• N a m e : "My name is Annabelle SilverHeart. you can just call me Ann. My technical last name is Fangfur, but I don't like it."
• G e n d e r : "I'm a girl."
• A g e : "Fourteen."

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• A p p e a r a n c e : "I have white long hair, that I usually keep brained into twin tails. My eyes are a deep, pale and dark blue. I have extremely fair skin. I'm short a petite, but I tend to be picked on because of that."
• P e r s o n a l i t y : "I have a quiet and shy aura, but really I'm a carefree trouble maker. Although I'm extremely smart, I'd rather write graffiti than math problems. I love to laugh with friends, but everyone so far avoids me, so I pretend to be good, even though all my bad instincts are telling me otherwise."
• H i s t o r y : "I don't know who my birth parents are, I was given up as soon as it was lawfully acceptable for my mother to leave me. I hate my biological parents, but just as much as them, I hate my step parents. They adopted me recently, and that's why I've transferred into this school. My parents are vampires, so my siblings go to night school, while I have to go to day school. I don't bother to get to know my siblings, and really don't care to. Same with my step parents."

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• F a t h e r : "Something Fangfur. He only allows me to call him sir."
• M o t h e r : "May Fangfur."
• S i b l i n g s : "I don't care enough about them to talk about them."
• S e c r e t C r u s h : "If its a secret, do you think I'm going to tell you?"
• C r u s h : "What's the difference between a crush and secret crush? I'm not telling you either way."
• O f f s p r i n g : "... What. No. No no no no, no."