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[aura-]

(hi, wow I'm joining forums and I'm seeing everybody! thanks)

[riot.]

{Huh? Everybody? What? Huh? Confused. I'm a bit too tired to think clearly but still, confused.}

[GaskarthsPinkHair]

Phil:
He looks at the chick that just slammed her locker door. "I wonder what her problem is?" he thinks to himself.

[IamRedRum]

Ƥιcтʋяɛ;;
Иαмɛ;;
Jace Ashmore
Иιcκиαмɛ;;
just Jace
Δɢɛ;;
18
Ǥɛи∂ɛя;;
male
Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ;;
hes the kind of guy that will flirt with all the girls and be a show off and flaunt it hes rather up him self and will get into fights when someone presses his buttons
Ǥяσʋρ;;
you chose
Ħιƨтσяʏ;;
"none that you should be concerned with thank you" (hes a little touchy)
Ѳяιɛитαтισи;; Straight
Ѳтнɛя;;

Ƥιcтʋяɛ;;
Иαмɛ;;
Samuel Augustine
Иιcκиαмɛ;;
Sam
Δɢɛ;;
17
Ǥɛи∂ɛя;;
Male
Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ;;
he keeps to him self and will often blaintly ignore teachers if they asking to do something he dosent want to do people call him a rebel but he wouldnt consider him self one
Ǥяσʋρ;;
you chose
Ħιƨтσяʏ;;
his mother died when he was very young and he grew up with his father that later died and he was left altho his parent where both rich and now hes got alot of money but doseent flaunt it and just hopes no one finds out
Ѳяιɛитαтισи;;
Straight
Ѳтнɛя;;

[aura-]

-Elena-
i was at my locker, i grabbed the books for my next class, I then grab food and eat it quickly hoping nobody noticed, But like i cared? i shut my locker. turning aroind heading to my next class

[GaskarthsPinkHair]

Phil:
He goes into his next class, sitting all the way in the back. He decided to do the warm up on the board in advance so he can take a nap to rest his mind. "I hate being an insomniac. " he thought to himself silently as he put his head down. His eyes felt heavy and were getting heavier. He soon just closed his eyes and relaxed.

[{belle}]

{{is the class over?}}

[riot.]

{Well, I guess break just ended. Yeah. Class ended a while ago. I guess it's P3 now (Lesson 3) Yay. And I'm going to make another boy form, sometime. My forms take hours!}

Name;; Cassie Auguste
Where;; School
When;; P3
Doing;; Going to Music
Style;;Here

Cassie

The bell rang for the end of break. Cassie went up to her locker to take out her books for the next lesson. She looked at the timetable stuck to the door of her locker. Music. Finally, a half good lesson. She liked music. She wasn't any good at actually playing instruments, but writing songs was fun. She sometimes did that for Sam. Her friend. He was also in her music class. Yay. She wondered who else she knew was in it. She hoped Gabrielle was, walking to the studio. Where was Gabrielle?

Name;; Ari
Where;; By the lockers
When;; P3
Style;; Here

Arianne

She noticed a boy staring at her. She stared straight back, giving him daggers. She was in a bad mood, anyone could see that. Maybe he should learn to leave people alone when they are in bad moods. It would be a good thing to learn, avoid trouble where you can clearly see it.

Name;; Gabe
Where;; School
When;; P3
Doing;; Walking to Art
Style;;Here

The bell rang and Gabe started walking to Art. She loved art. It was one of the lessons that she actually liked. And history. She was an Art geek. Fleur sometimes teased her, calling her that. She got used to it eventually. She got her books out of her pink locker. Pink was so old now, she needed to change the colour. Maybe red, no, to demanding, green was too gross. Maybe blue. Yeah. She'll get her locker changed soon. Probably tomorrow. She was going shopping that afternoon with Fleur so she couldn't really have it changed today.

Name;; Sam
Where;; School
When;; P3
Doing;; Music
Style;;Here

Sam's fingers were slightly raw from practising his guitar so much. He forgot his pick again. Typical him! Oh well, he sat in the studio. He was so early, the bell had just rang. He had a free period so he just practised his guitar for an entire period outside. It was also quite cold. Stupid english weather!

[riot.]

Hello. My name is Marcus, but my friends call me Marc. I'm a gigantic Maths nerd and proud. I don't care what other's say. I have a set of friends and a free will. Good for me. I speak Chinese and English fluently and am currently trying to learn French, and failing. I'm not very good at languages that I haven't been taught since I was born. My parents moved to England straight after I was born because they found good jobs in England.

I'm 17 and a half years old. People say that I shouldn't say 'and a half' because it's not 'cool'. I'm not exactly cool anyway. But I'm cool in my own way. My favourite colour is green and my favourite lesson, as you probably guessed, is maths. I am terrible at art. It is my worst subject. My best drawing is probably a house, which is a square with a triangle on top. Great, huh?

I was born in Beijing, and my entire life people have asked things like "Can you speak chinese?" "Say something in chinese." "Write something!" It was funny at first, but when people say it now I get really fed up. I've learnt to hide it well, but I still do get annoyed. I've had my share of being bullied. I think everyone is at least once in their life. And then people can get really offensive. I'm used to it, and I've learnt to make sure it isn't personal.

You're hearing rumours about me
And you can't stomach the thought
Of someone touching my body
When you're so close to my heart
I won't deny what they saying
Because most of it is true
But it was all before I fell for you

I guess I'm kind. I hate seeing people sad, upset, and I absolutely hate seeing people cry. I have this immediate urge to comfort them. It's habit now I guess. I also trust a lot. Sometimes it's a good thing, sometimes it's really bad. It's annoying but I can't be who I'm not. And I believe in too many people, which, to say the truth, sometimes gets me hurt. Quite bad. I'm quite special to put it lightly. I'm slightly mad in some cases, but I can be really serious when I want. I'm different, and not always in a good way. Not always in a bad way. I guess that means I'm not really perfect. At all. I'm not really good at anything but maths, and socializing is probably one of the worst.

I don't really know what else I can say. My entire life, my parents have aimed me to go to Oxford or Cambridge, so they make me work wayy to hard. It's frustrating sometimes, but I guess you get used to it. My aims in life though? I guess I don't have any. Learn. Be successful. Have a good life. Pretty much it. Anything else you want to know about me, well, you've just
got to meet me!

So please babe
So please don't judge me
And I won't judge you
Cause it could get ugly
Before it gets beautiful
Please don't judge me
And I won't judge you

[{belle}]

{ Dani Morelli }{ 17 }{ single, no crush }

Music is next on my timetable, one class that I actually go to class for. I walk in just as a guy has just come out to play his guitar. I smile and wonder why he doesn't just do it in music class. Oh well, his life! I walk in and see I'm the first here. I sit down in the back corner closest to the door.