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meet darcy. at sixteen, it's commonly
known that she's the nerd.
although to most name seems naive and vague,
she's actually quite
brave. be careful around her - she
knows what she's doing when it
comes to math and english, but not so much
when it comes too sports.
love's not a priority to her.
the only one she might like is
possibly Austin. she's friends with
Reilly, and is currently
at advanced math talking to no one. the ones
tagged are Reilly, Austin, and Natalie.
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ooc; "not my best, meh."
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♛ Slamming her locker shut, Darcy's tears were almost dried up, but her anger still boiled inside her. "Like a cauldron of fiery acid," the girl whispered randomly. Sitting down on 'her' bench that she sat on almost every Friday, Darcy sighed in relief as a cool breeze slowly tickled her hot cheeks. "0 two times to the right, stop at 33, one whole turn to the left, keep going and stop on 23. Got to the right and stop on five. Unlock." As the nerdy girl recited her locker code over and over again, she thought it hilarious that she still didn't have her locker combination memorized. Darcy was one of the smartest girl's in school, even the cheerleaders had their's down. Darcy let out a laugh, thinking of the time her sister Reilly had decided to attack the pyramid of girls with a Nerf water gun. "0 two times to the right, stop at 33, one whole turn to the left, keep going and stop on 23. Got to the right and stop on five. Unlock." Now, the wiry girl was reciting it without noticing... Maybe just once she thought about it, it vanished completely. Wait, why was Darcy angry again? Oh yes, the cheerleaders had pulled a horrific prank on her... It was terrible, horrific and just plain rude- 'Darcy- is this yours?' Darcy's eyes fluttered open into the eyes of Mrs. Clearwater, the science teacher. The brown and blue rimmed eyes of Darcy Cannon skimmed the page in horror. No, the Cheerleaders had pulled something completely unforgivable. The big pen marked F, looked down on her in satisfaction. Well in Darcy's mind. "B-but this isn't my handwriting! Darcy stuttered fruitlessly, "Mrs. Clearwater, I can assure you that it was Natalie and her entourage of cheerleaders, which isn't even a sport and-" she was getting way....ahead of herself. After another five minutes of talking, Mrs. Clearwater decided to bring her grade up to a B-. Relieved yet still troubled, Darcy stalked off to advanced math, she was the first to arrive, even after the bell rang. Sketching randomly on a piece of paper, the girl's thought went aimlessly out to Austin. She had a little bitty crush on the dashing skater boy, though she was fully aware of his bisexual nature. Darcy knew from experience with other guys, that they have too choose between guys or girls. And from statistics, they usually choose girls... But he was quite popular, so they had no chance- Darcy would just have to wait for the right guy... at some point.
