High School Life (Teen Romace RP) ~New And Accepting~

[oвlιvιon]

Kat turned and looked at Caleb" got in a shirt! It's torture enough I have to see that at practice!" She said jokingly and poked his stomach, it hurt her finger by doing that " ow!"

[sugarbars]

Caleb grinned and stepped closer to her. "oh you know you like it. dont even act like you dont"

[honeyhues]

Sam nodded and opened the locker " there you go and yeah but I also play football"

[Quitting1015]

Raven



The blond girl found Sam,and Kat."I can't belive this!"She said."My best strokes,Freestyle,and butterfly,I placed second in!"She said.Cam was standing behind her snickering.She looked behind her shoulder,and glared at him."Who is the new guy to the team,I haven't met him yet,remember I went to Arizona for a swim meet?"She said.She sighed and threw away her times."I am so upset."She said.When she heard Cam laughing,She punched him in the hsoulder."Quit it!"She scolded him."Seeing a guy flirt with Kat,She rolled her eyes."You must be Caleb."She said.



Cameron



He rubbed his shoulder."That hurt."He said.She leaned against the wall,and got out his phone."We have practice again in 10 minutes,once the younger ones are done with the pool,we practice,everyone ready?"He asked."Raven,Go get your swim suit on."He told his ex.

[minho]

This profile is rated PG 13. Reader's discretion is advised

HISTORY
It has been a year since the accident. Nash developed a case of short-term memory. He's currently dev eloping his memory to where it used to be. So, forgetting things is part of the package. There's always going to be one thing he will never forget. The way his life took a turn and made him into the teen he is now. The weekend of a cold, bitter January. Nash had always been respectful towards girls. He was raised that way. It was always opening the door for them, pulling out chairs, giving them his jacket when they were cold. Though, that weekend, his life took an unexpected turn into the dark side.
The teen, who had turned thirteen in December, was sitting in his room. His attention was focused on the model airplane was working on. With all that attention fixated on that one thing, he hadn't heard his bedroom door creep open. Though, he did feel the breath on the back of his neck. "Artemis, you're such a creep," He muttered, turning around to face him. His eyes were staring at the empty space. This wouldn't have been the first time he imagined something, so he turned back around to continue with what he had been doing before. And, sitting on the desk with the plane in her hands was the unexpected visitor. "Put it down," Nash sighed, rolling his eyes. He wanted to keep his composure. Showing how badly he wanted to keep the plane safe would give the girl some sort of victory.
"You mean your plane?" The blond cooed, a smirk playing at her lips. She raised her hand over the desk, only holding the plane by the right wing. Playing with Nash's mind.
His eyes grew slightly wide, and he gulped. She won. He wasn't going to allow his plane to become pieces on his white carpet. "What do you want?" He questioned, keeping the frantic tone hidden with the fake curiousity dripping from his mouth.
She set the airplane on the desk, stepped off and sat on his lap, facing him. One hand was pressing lightly on the back of his neck, the other on his waistband. "Isn't it obvious? I want you," Her lips brushed against his ear as she spoke, sounding just the right amount of seductive. If anyone's lips could be full of poison, it'd be hers. Feeding him crap that he didn't believe. Hadn't she just gotten out of a relationship? Now she was using him as a rebound, but Nash was stubborn not to be a doormate. Welcome anytime, then walk all over him. It was a sick game she was playing at. And, Nash was sure he knew the reason. "Don't tell me you're jealous," His voice hinted disgust, furrowing his eyebrows. "I understand why you would be jealous. Your mom just couldn't keep her hands off my dad. How many times did he tell her he was married. Tons. And you're mom was married. But, his German accent just turned her on," Nash chuckled, shaking his head from side to side. "And, as I recall, your boyfriend was turned on by my mom, but he knew he couldn't have her. So, in the end, he broke up with and tried to settle with my sister. That didn't work out too well. Gosh, Jaesi, you're sure easy to piss off. Sorry to hear about the divorce, but my dad did the right thing." This time Nash was smirking, tying up all the events that happened throughout January.
Jaesi only laughed, seeming not to be phased by his words. "You're real smart, Nash. But, that's not why I'm doing this. I really do want you. All of you," Her lips pressed against his and her hand slowly slipped down his pants. "Do you want me?"
That was the weekend he completely changed, managing to do the nine girls that arrived for the party. Everyone of them got a little piece of Nash.

Nash is currently sixteen years old. His favorite TV Show is How I Met Your Mother, and his favorite movie are any of the Shrek movies. Those are amazingly hilarious. If he had to choose to kill someone, or be killed, he'd rather kill the person. It seems his looks can get him out of any trouble. You could say this young boy takes after Barney from HIMYM. Yes, that would make him a player. He even flirts with his sister at times. Nash is someone who can make you laugh and smile, make you feel like you're the only one in the world. His words are his poison.

Flirty, funny, emotional, and theatrical are the best of the best words to describe Nash. If he gets furious, he will not be afraid to hit someone. Doesn't matter the gender or the person. You never want to cross paths with him when there's steam coming from his ears. He's cocky and doesn't back down. Seems like there's always a smile or smirk on his face. Nash is a sweet-talker who knows how to get whatever he wants. If it be blackmail, so be it. Whatever he wants, he'll eventually get, even if it took some things he's not proud of. NOW, IT IS EXTREMELY RARE HE'LL EVER FALL IN LOVE. He might tell a girl he loves her, but he just wants to get in her pants. That's the way he works, and he's not going to change. Perverted. Nash will make dirty comments here and there. He'll often wink at a girl. With this said, it is very safe to assume Nash is completely, and utterly, straight.

:: The Bland Stuff ::

Name?
The name on my Birth Certificate is: Monroe Heydun Clemintine, but I prefer to be called Hex. It is just a sweet name that makes me feel awesome!
Age?
Currently seventeen. Sweet age, 'ya know? Everything happens around this time. Girlfriends and love. Possibly fights. Best of all: The Memories.
Orientation?
Japanese and American. More American than I am Japanese as you can obviously tell. I've noticed you can't stop looking at me.
Gender?
Even I am confused on this one. o-o Just kiddin with 'ya! I am a dude. I do not plan on getting a sex change...ever. I'm proud to be a dude! MAN PRIDE! If it's any comfort for 'ya, I stand when I pee. I don't squat.
Sexual Orientation
Bweheheahaha. I am straight. So straight, it's unbelievable. Okay, okay. 'Ya got me. I sometimes make dirty comments towards my gender, BUT IT'S FOR LAUGHS AND GIGGLES. My goodness! I would never, ever, ever have a love dream about a dude. o-e
Favorite Color?
If I say it...it won't help my case. Keep in mind, I am straight. .-. I like the color pink. Any shade of pink. It's a nice color! So, neutral...but...it makes a statement. You'll probably spot me wearing pink. It goes well with my blond hair.
Birth Date?
Feb. 14th, 1995. That might add to why pink is my favorite color. Valentine's Day. I like the holiday and all...it just takes the prime focus away from the day I was born...
Blood Type?
A Positive. I like the letter 'A' and I'm always positive. How freaky is that?
Allergies?
Naaah, I have none. See, most people would make a sarcastic comment here, but I don't feel like wasting your time. Even reading this might take your precious seconds away. ;-;
Religion?
I. Am. Catholic. I know! I totally don't act like it! Neeeh, I need to get in touch with my religion mooore.
Tattoos and or Piercings?
I have one tattoo and that is a cross on my chest. It represents my religion, which...is pretty sweet, right? I have no piercings, though. XD

:: Skills ::

I am brilliant when it comes to dancing. And, when I say 'dancing' I usually mean free style...which basically makes me look like an idiot BUT IT'S FUN! I can dance with a chick when it's all slow. I just take pride in freestyle. Here's something you don't hear everyday: I'm an amazing chemist. I purposely make things fizz and blow up. It's fun! The look on people's faces is unforgettable! Let's see, one other skill I acquire is football. After being in track and cross country for three years, it helped me earn the title of Quarter Back. When I do not achieve that position, I quit football altogether and continue my MMA training. Speaking of which! I am highly trained in MMA. I fight dirty. And that's the way it goes. Last, but CERTAINLY NOT LEAST, is my Chess and Checkers abilities. I have no idea why, but the only thing I have complete focus on are those two games. Four times I've won the National Championship. And, I've only ran four times. It was certainly the best award ever. The feeling of accomplishing something I enjoyed was...flabbergasting and warm.

:: Digging For Gold ::

Your parents careers?
They're both FBI Profilers. It's real snazzy! They're the best parents in the world! Except...we never spend much time together...ever. When we do, it's full-blown out awesome-sauce!

Secret...weird...desire?
o-o I really, really, really wanna lick whipped cream off of someone's finger. Well, a chick's finger. How amazing would that be?! And it would taste soooo goood! So...yummy...

Something you're not proud of...?
Having so many girlfriends in the past. It's hard to remember who broke up with who. If I broke a girl's heart...I'm sorry. Most of the time chicks got with me because of my looks. What about the personality?

::Random Questions::

What color would you paint your nails?
Well...um...uh, I'm a dude. But, if I absolutely had to pick a color, I would go with pink. Hot Pink. Makes me seem friendly, right? Right.

If you could walk a day in anybody's shoes, dead or living, who would you choose?
Well, I was going to say Hitler, but that would be kind of scary. Maybe Spongebob. Living under the sea would be legit. On the other hand, I also want a talking dog...Shaggy would be my other choice.

Everyone dude has had a man crush, who was/is yours?
You got me red handed. Bryan Stars, Beau Bokan, Kellin Quinn, Johnny Depp, Bill Nye, Jon Jovi...I've said too much.

Weirdest food combination you've tried and liked?
Cheddar Harvest Sun Chips and ketch-up.

If you were a mascot, what animal would you like to be?
Trojan Horse for the win. Oh yes. I would neigh it up and the crowd would love me. I would break dance and everything. But, with all due respect, I'd rather be the one out on the field. I enjoy playing football.

You're given the chance to visit anywhere in the Western States, which State do you choose?
Isn't it obvious? Montana! Mountains and everything. Everyone there is real nice. I wish I lived there. Man, it's so spacious and no TAAAAX. Freaking amazing, right?

"I could use soooome poor excuse."
;-; We've all used excuses. Saying that, you realize what you've done wrong and you're not afraid to admit it. Why'd you have to bring that up?!

What guy band member would you kiss?
WHOA. I AM A DUDE, I DO NOT SWING THAT WAY. I LIKE CHICKS. I GET TURNED ON BY CHICKS! Probably Gerard Way. I like the way he dances. Reminds me of myself, only...I'M TEN TIMES BETTER.

Would you ever play Seven Minutes in Heaven? If so- What would you do in that closet?
Yes, I actually would. I know for a fact I would play that game. Just like Suck and Blow. For real. Those games unleash feelings one never felt, or knew they had. As for what I would do? We would get it on. Okay, that's somewhat over exaggerated. But, the girl would be fixing her clothes afterward!

:: Does Someone Have A Love Life? ::

Ahaha, I actually do not have a love life. Um, I've gone out with quite a few girls in my time. I broke some hearts (which I truly sorry for) and girls broke my heart. I do believe in love. I'm still searching for it. Have I ever loved any of my girlfriends? No. I really didn't. It was just a...fling? I have no idea what you want to call it. XD Um, other than that, I still haven't met the girl of my dreams. I guess, if you really wanted to know, she would have to be either a blond or a brunette. With green eyes or blue. IF THEY HAD ONE GREEN EYE AND ONE BLUE EYE THAT WOULD BE INTENSE. OKAY? THAT WOULD BE FREAKING PERFECT. I like shy girls who do what I say. 'Ya know, if I suggest something, they'll do it. I just want someone that I could cuddle and protect. Make her smile and laugh. Giggle and blush. That would be beastly.







This profile is rated PG-13. Readers discretion is advised

:: The Bland Stuff ::

Name; Aybrum Rey
Age; Seventeen years old
D.o.B; I am not a daughter of a bi-! Never mind, Jan 27th, 1995
Orientation; German and Japanese
Sexual Orientation; Straight.
Accent; A mix between German and Japanese. Doesn't that just sound sexxi?
Weight; 109 pounds
Height; 5' 5''
Hair Color; Dark, dark, dark brown.
Eye Color; A very yummy looking brown.
Talents; Eight track mixer, guitar, drums, singing, cooking, gymnastics, cheer, dancing, and keyboard.
Tattoos and or piercings; Nose piercing and eleven-twelve tattoos. It's common to see her with the nose piercing. Her tattoos are a mixed. Some have to do with WOW and the others have to do with comics. The ones on her arms represent her religion. “Jetzt und immer die Segen von der Vater und bleibst Unschuldig bis Er kommt”
“Now and always have the blessing of the Father and remain blameless until the end”

:: Here Comes The Good Stuff ::
The brunette had lived in Japan for a reasonable amount of time. When summer came, her parents would take the kids to Germany and they would stay there for eight weeks, before going back to Japan and continuing their lives. Once her younger brother, Nori, turned six they moved to America and changed their names. Now, the names they go by are the 'American' ones. It wasn't difficult for her to fit in, considering Aybrum was very outgoing and extremely loud. Plenty of times she had to stay after school because she disrupted the class. Middle School was her golden years. Well, not exactly, but most of it was. The girl was very popular in the school and teased tons of people. Aybrum was just a very likable person. To some people. Not the ones she personally victimized. Nooooo. They hated her. Her middle school years would have been better if her brothers had stayed. Then again, more problems could have came up. During that time, she became friends with the neighbor boys. One was one year younger than her, and the other was two-three months younger than her. But, whatever, they were pretty chilled people.
Her brothers came back. On the downside, Nash didn't stay long. He went to Miami...for a vacation? So, instead, she hung out with her older brother. The one who was really protective of her. Aybrum didn't mind that. You are who you are. And, if you don't like that person, then there's no use in trying to change them. Pointless. Anywho, she did hang with her brother. Though, when his friends came around, she would head up to her room. His four friends were nasty. Eh, stare at them and you would need to puke. The day they came over they were talking about going to a video store when it turned dark. Their parents weren't going to be there until late. So, Artemis took his younger sister along. When they started to talk about shoplifting, Aybrum protested against it, but only got struck by Arty. Of course the girl didn't want to be part of it, so she stayed outside (part of it was Artemis' idea). It wasn't long before something in the alley caught her eye, something shiny and she ventured out. Then came the blackness.

:: We're Not Done Yet ::
Darkness. Mind you, I'm pretty sure it would not have made much of a difference if my eyes were opened or closed. I could actually feel the eerie vibe going on. There was a sound of a faint dripping noise and a song in the background. Here I Am- Bryan Adam. Of course most people would have thought of the horse movie and 'awww'hhhh' at the memories. With a mind like mine, it was kind of hard to think of something good. Other than the mildew scent and the boxes behind me, there was nothing else to go on. I honestly had no idea where I possibly was. I set my hands on the ground (a cold concrete floor) and pushed myself up to a standing position. I was sore all over. The place where my brother had hit me was throbbing with pain. Just as I leaned my back against the boxes, the music cut off and light replaced the dark. After a few painful seconds, my eyes grew used to the sudden change. Four guys were doing a horrible job of blocking the light. You could say they were good-looking, but handsome would be an over-exaggerating statement. They grew uglier the more I looked at them. One doofus was holding a video camera, the other three just stood there casually, as if they had nothing to worry about.
“Where's Arty?” I asked, moving back to get closer to the boxes.
“Probably in jail,” one answered, a brunette.
“Wouldn't doubt it,” a red head agreed with a nod. The two beside them, both blonds, didn't speak. They just stood still, waiting for something.
“What did you guys do?” Seemed like the right thing to ask, considering they were not the best of friends. More like the kind of guys you stayed away from and hoped they never spoke to you. My brother was just amazing at picking out hang-out buddies.
“Does it matter?” Shey, the brunette, questioned. He casually walked over and leaned in. “Do you remember anything?”
I remembered a ton. More than I should have. The fight my brother and I got in. Staying outside and wandering into a dark alley because something caught my eye. The cloth to my mouth and nose. Inhaling that scent. And everything went black. “You need a breath mint,” I commented with a slight gag.
“She's still a smart-a**!” Kraise exclaimed, running a hand through his thick red hair.
“Maybe Ay needs to be taught a lesson,” Leighne spoke up, still supporting the camera in one hand. “Whattya' think, Vinnay?”
The other blond, older brother of Leighne, simply gave a nod. At that particular nod, the other three guys shuffled their way over. Earlier it had been cold, but with all of them surrounding me, the heat kind of packed in. “Do you enjoy that idea, Ay?” Shey asked, moving his finger over towards my chin. I slapped his hand away, glaring at him. “Don't get physical with me. Wait 'till later,” he purred.
“Don't call me 'Ay' or there won't be any later for you,” I replied, clenching my hand into a fist. That only made him press closer to me. “Step off.” Putting my hand on his chest, I tried to push him away. Shey didn't budge. Instead, I felt something grow hard against my leg. I dropped one hand from his chest, and clamped it over my mouth. “Don't fight it,” Shey whispered into my ear. My hand fell from my mouth. I didn't want my words to come out muffled. “It's grody. YOU FREAK!” I shouted, still trying to push him away with the one hand that was on his chest. “If you think I'm a freak, you'll like it more.” Shey stated with a snicker, stroking my hair. I slapped his hand away like earlier and shuddered, “It?” I repeated with a face of disgust. Kraise pushed Shey away and took his place. “You know what 'it' is. Don't be a blond, Kaze. You're better than that.” I had some respect for the guy, but it all vanished. His hands traveled down to my jeans. I squeezed my eyes shut and did the only logical thing. I slammed my head into his nose. He stumbled backwards into the three other boys, trying to keep the blood from spilling on the floor. My feet were planted firmly on the ground, and my hands found the cracks in between the boxes. And, thanks to gymnastics, I managed to pull myself over the box and land on the floor behind them. I pressed my foot against the middle box and pushed it forward. The other boxes followed, caving in on the four boys. Then I ran.
I stopped. Only for a few minutes. I kicked my shoes over the side of the boxes and slipped my socks off, throwing them to the other side. I slipped under rows, crawled over low-hanging sheets, and dodged chains. Really, this place was a piece of work. Huge. Kind of like a maze, but it had the upstairs, downstairs and everything else. Except the exit I was looking for. I came to another door and flung it open. That's when I came to a stop. One of the rare times I ever quit running. Three dogs, that looked like German Shepherds, were tearing at a rabbit. Their teeth were dug in deep, possibly grazing the bone. They pulled, trying to get the animal to themselves. Blood splattered against the walls, dressing the dogs (and myself) in scarlet. The creature was mangled in three parts. The sound of bones being crushed under the force of the teeth filled my ears. I was totally transfixed on the sight. Meat hanging off bone, the red liquid dropping on the floor, red-stained teeth. I had to tear my eyes away from the sight, pretty sure I would have puked if I stared any longer. Three thuds. Growls. I slowly turned away from them, no longer looking at their eyes. The sight I came to look at was horrid. Shey was standing there with a smirk on his face. I wanted to slap it off of him. “I can make them come after you,” he informed me, ready to snap his fingers at any given moment. “That's rad, we don't need that to happen,” I assured him, nervously smiling. Just once. ONCE. I wished it hadn't been him. Oh my hell. He was very hansy. “You're done running?” he asked, slowly closing the door. The sounds of footsteps echoed through the small hallway.
“I'd rather live than die. Even if I won't be the same in the end. I'm not totally stoked for this. Not even a little. I'll probably find it impossible to trust another person. Totally be scarred for life. Add fear of German Shepherds to my phobia list. And...if there's a fear that involves being terrified of idiots...like you, add that on to the list.”
“You never stop with those comments do you?” Shey snickered, rubbing against me. By impulse, I pushed him away, tempted to punch the dude. “I was actually trying to guilt trip you, but then I remembered you're not exactly normal. You like little girls. Because the older ones didn't want some scrawny, whiny little boy to look after when it's all done. It must suck to change your diapers all the time. Missing an episode of Dora must grind your gears. I bet you get real upset when someone says something about your mommy. Since, 'ya know, she's the only girl who will ever love you.” I slid over to the staircase as I said this, the other boys had joined us, laughing at Shey. “What a shame. None of you guys are my type,” I pouted, before running down the stars. It took one hour for Vinnay to catch up and pin me against the wall. “You're such a creep.” I commented, squirming around, trying to get loose. “No more talking. You're done. Now you listen. We're going to take turns. Video tape it all. You're going to enjoy it.”
I looked away, not wanting to look into his eyes. “Vin, I wanna go home. Just let me go home. I won't tell what happened, Vinnay.”
“It's too late for that. Arty wanted this. He thought you were weak. And he was right,” he responded with a frown.
That was enough. I was tired of running. Tired of fighting. I fell forward and cried on his chest.

The sirens were filling up the night air. Even if I was safe, they were still wailing. Some paramedic lifted my shirt to stitch the bites on my back, but I pushed his hand away. My mom was next to me crying. My dad was talking to the police. I looked over to see my brothers. Nash and Artemis were thirteen feet away. I jumped down from the ambulance and walked over to Artemis, staring at him, shaking my head. Then I walked back.

:: Random Questions ::
Boxers or briefs?
Ahaha, what? Seriously? Shouldn't this be a question for the dudes? Well, since I have to choose one, I'm going with boxers. Apparently to the guys...it's more free? Whereas briefs...everything is packed in tight...I'm going to stop talking now...

How do you like your cereal?
I must give you kudos. These are pretty random. I have to flood the cereal with milk and let it sit for 30 seconds to a minute. That's the good stuff.

Would you rather sit on a horse the right way, or backwards?
Considering I would have already seen the land behind me, front is perfectly okay. Plus, it's a little less awkward. I don't want to see the back end of a horse. I don't even like horses.

Now, it's pretty clear chicks have girl crushes, who is yours?
I even have to admit us girls do have those. Mine happens to be Red-Riding Hood (Ruby) from Once Upon A Time. There's something weird going on with her mouth, but other than that she is perfect.

Would you ever want to be nailed to a cross?
Ouch. That's real awkward to answer. I feel uncomfortable with responding to it. I do not want to be a copy-cat. The Lord already died to save our sins and rose again, and...I am no 'Holy One', so...no. I would hate to be nailed to a cross.

If a penny from 1349 was on the ground and a car ran it over which made it drop into the gutter, get eating by an aligator, digested into the gross water and back onto the street, what would you name this penny?
Were pennies even made that far ago? If they were, then I would name the penny Frank. Just like the Doomsday Bunny from Donnie Darko! AND THAT PENNY SHALL TELL ME WHAT DAY THE WORLD WOULD END. Which doesn't apply to my faith...I should have really said: Jesus's Second Coming. Baaaw D: *Awkward Turtle* Don't get me wrong, I would be totally stoked to see Jesus. Ahh, what a marvelous day it would be.

:: Skills ::

Singing, cooking, gymnastics, cheer, catching waterbottles, hacking, dancing, video games, guitar, keyboard, piano, drums, talented with eight track mixer
For now, let's just pick three from the list.

Video Games
What can I say? I have an obsessive need to play these miraculous adventures. What I play ranges from the old school Nintendo to online games. Everquest is a good example, but World of Warcraft is the best. Fun fact! A few of my tattoos come from the game. You can catch me most of the time on my laptop or X-Box 360. I'll just name some video games I play and you can soak in the awesomeness. Dead or Alive - this would include all of them. Even the Beach Volleyball ones. Halo! Though, the games have been sucking at this point. Rumble Roses, Need For Speed - all of them, any Naruto video game and Call of Duty: Black Ops. Sometimes I get so lost in the games I haven't showered for weeks! Ahaha, too much information.

Hacking
Since I spend so much of my life on a computer...I've became amazing at it. First, I would type in random commands into the Run Box. Changing IP addresses, passwords to other accounts, and deleting software that was slowing the laptop down. And, just like the video games, it became an addiction. Within three weeks, I was an internet junkie. All I did was cram the formulas into my head and trying it for various sites.

Drums
This is probably the best thing about me. Just kidding. I'm normal with the drums. I can play them well enough to create a beat. Saying I'm completely fantastic in every way possible at playing them is over-exaggerated. Well over-exaggerated. I've just been playing them since I was five. Aaah, well, banging on the drums until I took lessons at twelve. I'm just an ammature when it comes to that instrument.

:: Flaws ::

- Frightened of heights
- Scared of deep water
- Terrified of flying balls (baseball)
- Kind of clumsy
- An awkward person
- Kind of mean
- A little too dirty-minded
- Doesn't liked to be touched
- Somewhat sarcastic
- Never wears shoes
- Too outspoken

[sugarbars]

Sam nodded and opened the locker " there you go and yeah but I also play football"

(lol you didnt even react to Kimmy!)

[oвlιvιon]

" thanks Sam!" She said and went to her locker and grabbed her wallet and keys " Caleb, in your dreams " she said chuckling, it was a small joke , she got a call " hello? No no no!" She hung up " Caleb you need to back up, or I'll have to climbed over you!"

[Mountainblizzard]

Autumn strutted down the hall, doing her best model walk. Well, sorta. She was practicing because her dream was to be a actress. And modeling easyily nipped at the heels of actresses. Famous ones. She wore a pale blue t shirt and with golden words "Love" printed across. She wore white skinny jeans and golden flip flops. Happily she made it to her locker and opened.autumn then collected her stuff and grabbed her phone, instantly checking Facebook.

Connor ran his fingers through his lush hair, untangling the knots. He wore a light brown shirt with ripped capris. He walked over to Caleb. "Not much. Or at least I don't know. What's up bro?"

[oвlιvιon]

She saw Conner and waved, she was the new girl " Geeze I will like it's a huge pack here!" She laughed and searched through her locker

[Quitting1015]

Cameron



"Hello!!Practice starts in 5 Minutes!!!"He said."Where did Raven Go???"He said."Okay,Everyone who is going to be practiving,Let's go to the pool."