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{ Oh great another day }

Jack Wilder yelled falling off the bed and hitting the hard ground with a thud. He glared seeing his dog Johnny and scowled at his forcing the purebred German Shepherd puppy off his brand new navy blue sheets. He stood up throwing his blankets back on and looking over around the room. Jack walked over to the dresser slipping on a blue collar shirt and tan shorts. he patted his dog on his head and looked in the mirror. "Jack you look like a cave man" he mumbled to himself hearing his dog scratch on the door. walking out of his room with Johnny pushing past him almost knocking him over and then charging down the stairs. Jack walked into the bathroom fixing his hair and closing the door about to take a shower when a hand grasped the door handle pulling it open and grabbing Jacks wrist pulling him out. Jack glared seeing his sister Robin push her way in locking the door. "Great no shower for me." he mumbled knowing that by the time Robin got out it would be time to go.

He ran down stairs grabbing a granola bar and opening it to eat it. He smiled knowing it was Robins box, and the last one at that. But before he was able to take a bite his little friend knocked it down chowing down on it. "There's chocolate in that mutt." he mumbled snatching the wrapper away and throwing it out knowing a couple chips of chocolate won't hurt. "Well, at least I can't et yelled at." he smiled sitting on the couch. He heard Robin run down the stairs and sighed grabbing his stuff and heading out the door getting in the drivers seat of the black mustang convertible and Robin hopped in the passenger. "I call shower tomorrow morning so you might want to take another tonight." stated Jack open mindedly. He drove off heading towards Palestine High. Soon before he knew it he was parking in his student reserved spot looking up at his high school. Soon this will be gone, his last year, a senior! He exited the car with Robin both walking up the steps and entering the building. He felt Robin punching him in his shoulder and smiled looking over at her. "I am still older." he stated and Robin rolled her eyes.

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杨 陈 白石

Hi, my name's Yang Chen Baishi. I've got two surnames, which is a little unusual, but I like it nonetheless. In fact, I love my name! My parents named me after the famous artist Qi Baishi, and I love art! It's almost like they could tell the future.

I'm 17 years old and I was born in Kunmimg, China, in the Yunnan province. I moved to America with my family last year. This is my first year in an American high school and I'm a little scared. The US is just so different from China, you know? I had some pretty big culture shock when I first got here. The food, the toilets, the social behavior...everything was so different! Oops, I already said that, didn't I? Sorry.

I think I'm getting used to it, though. It's not so weird to be surrounded by foreigners anymore. I love China, and now I'm starting to love the US too.



What's my personality? Well, I've had people tell me I'm sweet, bubbly, outgoing and friendly. I guess that's true? I don't like talking about myself all that much, because then I feel egotistical. I love being with people and I hope I can make lots of new friends this year! Sometimes I think I weird people out because I still act Chinese. In China, our space bubbles are much smaller and friends hold hands and link arms all the time.

I also love helping others and making sure everyone's happy. I don't want anyone, anywhere or anytime, to ever feel lonely, because that's the worst feeling in the world. I know - I left all of my friends and most of my family back in China. My only friend in America is the nice old man who lives across the hall from me in our apartment building. We have tea a lot. Wait, what am I talking about again? Sorry, I'm also really easily distracted and I hate sitting still. Life's about adventure and exploring!

I'm also very polite and courteous, because that's how you're supposed to act in China. But I'm not afraid to speak my mind! I'm patient and I rarely lose my temper - but when I do, watch out! I'm studious and serious when I need to be, but I also know how to have fun.



Appearance wise, I'm your typical Asian girl. Black hair, black eyes, short. I'm 5'0". I love wearing dresses and you'll almost never find me wearing pants. I never wear makeup and usually leave my hair down, but sometimes I put it up in a bun so I can use my hairpins. I love hairpins! They're so pretty!I also have a few traditional Chinese dresses and I wear them on special occasions.

What else do you want to know about me? Well, I love art! I think I said that already, but I'll say it again. I love art! I love it! Drawing makes me so happy! I also love music - I play the hulusi and I think I'm pretty good at it. I also like exploring and playing with animals and little kids and learning new things.

Romance? Well...I've never really been in love. I had a boyfriend once, when I was fourteen, but I don't think that really counts. I'm sure there's a guy out there for me, though! He'll come along eventually and until then, I'm just going to live my life!

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mathias jeren clemintine. eighteen. nerd. sarcastic, rude, mean.

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Once she took the final step she proceeded to the kitchen where she opened multiple cabinets trying to find something quick and healthy to it since her brother was still bothering her about being late on the first day. "We're going to be late!" her young brother screamed out from the entrance door. "Shut up Tye, I'll be right there!" she called out, she wasn't really as excited as her younger brother since she had already gone through twelve first days of school, counting this one but I guess this one was a little different from the rest since it was Senior Year, her last high school year, her last school year before having to face the real world on her own. She decided to just grab an apple and cut it into small slices and putting the slices inside a see through Ziploc bag. Once she was done preparing her breakfast meal she threw her bag over her shoulders and headed out the entrance watching Tye try and open the passenger door. "Calm down you're gonna break the door then we'll be even more late" she mumbled, unlocking both doors and slipping in to the car she had gotten for her sixteenth birthday. She started the engine and strapped the seat belt before driving off to her brother's middle school. "Have fun kid, try and make friends!" she encouraged before watching her brother wave her off and running inside. She then drove off to Palestine High, oh that school. So many memories had been made during her time there. Her first date, her first kiss... which she was dared to do with a boy she didn't even like and her first real relationship. Oh that relationship, for a moment both of them had thought about getting married, they had even planned out how many kids they wanted to have. A foolish high school romance that ended only a few months ago, crushing her heart into a million pieces. Five months and twenty one days ago was when she found out, the boys soccer team captain had been cheating on her with one of the preppy girls from her math class, news spread fast and soon everyone was talking about it but then summer began and she had enough time to fully recover and be the person she was way before him. As she parked her car she took a deep breath, hoping not to run into him and have to experience does stomach twisting feelings again. She took the ziploc bag from her lap as well as her bag and stepped out of the car, fixing her hair as the wind blew on it.

[.sinister]

Isadora The Sensitive one
Izzy got up early the next morning her heart hurt more than her head she sighed slightly walking downstairs her brother giving her a tight hug. "Stop Max I have to get ready” she muttered her coldness due to the heart breaking fact that her boyfriend of seven years had left her but not for a bad reason he had gone off to college it was in both of their interest that they had broken up but that didn’t make it hurt any less, on either of their parts, sighing as she walked back upstairs sliding into the shower. After about of a half an hour she walked out of the bathroom wearing a oversized mine craft sweat shirt with some leggings and uggs she glanced outside she hadn’t been out since Mitch and her had broken up she had hardily gotten out of bed other than to get tissues. Her normally bright grey eyes were dark with sadness and abandonment. As Izzy brushed her long blonde hair she pulled on a beanie over it intending to hide from the world she was sure news had spread quickly about their break up they had been one of the more popular couples they had always been happy together as well. Pushing away thoughts of Mitch's face she walked downstairs her dog nudging her worriedly smiling slightly she gave her dog a hug "I will be home soon baby” she said kissing her head walking out to her car a steel blue jeep that had been a gift for her 16th birthday sliding into her car a few tears streamed down her face as memories flooded her mind blinking them away once she got to school she checked her makeup one more time her eyes slightly reddened from her episode earlier taking a deep breath she slid out of her car locking the door she slung her bag over her shoulder walking into the big building she had been early as usual she saw a few people lingering around before class glancing down at her feet as she walked walking over to her locker fighting the urge to check her back for Mitch half expecting him to grab her and hug her like he had done every year before that nearly bursting into tears again she sighed biting back her tears Stop it you need to get over it she told herself sternly biting on her lip.

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杨 陈 白石
{ baishi }

My cat ran me over this morning.

I woke up at five - I always do, unless I pulled one of my drawing all-nighters the evening before. My heart was racing as I skimmed through my closet, trying to find the perfect dress to wear. Should I go for something American, or Chinese? I glanced over at my qipao, knee-length and blue, and chewed my lip for a moment before deciding to go for it. It was my favorite dress, after all!

I dressed, brushed my teeth, and made myself some rice for lunch. I didn't really have much of an appetite, so breakfast was out the window. I was just too nervous...it was my first day as a senior. In high school. In America. I had no idea what to expect. I figured I should bring something along just in case I got hungry later, so I grabbed a banana and stuffed in my backpack. It was brand-new - and still smelled like it- bright orange and stuffed.

I kissed my cat goodbye. He didn't appreciate it very much. My parents had left for work already, so it was just me and Sugar. Then I ran outside to get my bike, only to double back and lock the door. I was always forgetting about that...oops! I hitched my qipao up a little bit so it wouldn't catch on the seat and pushed off, heading towards Palestine High. I'd biked to the school I-don't-know-how-many-times during the summer, making sure I'd be able to get there once school started. It was a relatively short ride, given that my neighborhood was pretty close to the school.

I pulled to a stop in front of the main doors and chained my bike up. Kids milled about, filling the air with chatter. I swallowed hard as I stared at the entrance, trying to work up the nerve to go in. Oh, this was silly. It wasn't like the school was going to eat me. I pushed a strand of hair out of my face and headed briskly towards my first day of school.

[Panic!]

{on my iPod, sorry it isn't that pretty...}

A S H E R. K E N T.
Just call me Ash • Seventeen • Single

Asher was late, like usual. He put his alarm on snooze when it initially went off, but he didn't wake up again until 20 minutes later. He threw around a wide vocabulary of curse words as he hopped on one foot to get ready. Tooth brush in one hand, pulling his pants up with the other. It wasn't a very pretty site. His phone flashed a few messages, mostly from a few guys asking where he was. He wish he had the time to respond.

When he got downstairs, his aunt was just as hectic. She was forcing down a cup of coffee as she tried to organize her brief case for work. She was lawyer, probably the only reason why she was able to take care of her sister's teenage son without any help. Ash admired her a lot. He felt bad for the situation he put her in of course.

"How was you night," she asked as she started loading the dishwasher with plates that were clean except for a few crumbs.

"It was alright, " he responded as he started eating a pop tart.

"Really? I heard your music through your closed door," she said, looking him straight in the eye.

"What are you trying to say, aunt Emily?"

"Was there another girl over here last night like the last month of your life," she asked. She sounded pissed.

Another girl, ha. Ash was a good flirt when he wanted. He was a classic skater boy, who mainly won girls over by flipping a board around. He had a lot of girls over during the summer, but only because he was missing a piece of him after that girl took his heart two years ago. Two years ago. Wow. Did it really take this long to get over someone? Apparently. He didn't want to discuss it with his aunt especially. But he didn't have a girl in his room last night. To be honest, he was trying to finish the summer reading assignment for honors English. He was a big fan of English. He liked reading. He was just a procrastinator.

He said to his aunt,"Of course not." But she didn't seem to trust his input. He kissed her on the cheek before heading out the door with his skateboard. He actually did have a car, it was an old pick up truck that he was fixing up with his dad before the whole... alcoholism. He preferred to use his skateboard though.

He got to the school with time to spare. He rode his skateboard right to the door, and instantly, some old lady of a teacher who desperately needed to retire yelled at him. He apologized before heading to his locker and attempted to stick his skateboard in. "It... went in.. last year," he grunted as he forced it in. Finally, the skateboard was swallowed whole. He wiped his brow with relief. He couldn't feel more ready for this day.

D E L I L A H. S M I T H.
No nick name • Sixteen Years Old • single

Delilah woke up to one single ray of sunlight passing through her window. Her alarm clock was going off on some kind of spree, but Delilah's fist slammed down just to shut it up. She got out of her bed, reluctantly, but she eventually did make it to her bathroom. There, she was able to take a shower, brush her teeth, and get dressed.

When she walked downstairs, she found her mother making a pot of coffee and her father reading the paper. The American morning. She grabbed an orange, even though she had no intention of eating it. Her stomach was tied in knots; it is never easy starting in a new school. But her father was offered a job he could not refuse, and it was the last year of high school. She was sure she could survive.

Her mother offered her a ride, but she declined. Why waste gas when she could walk there in 20 minutes? When she was safely out the door, she picked at her orange as she walked down the street. She didn't eat it, like stated before. She threw it into someone's garden to decompose before she blocked the world out with her headphones. Music was sort or her life.

When she was at the school, she took a long, deep breath. She wasn't that excited for the day. But she would get through it. She walked straight to the office to receive her schedule and locker number and combination. The lady had a mole the size of Texas on the side of her mouth and far too much perfume that Delilah felt like she was being suffocated. But the lady was nice, and Delilah took the information before she stated walking to her locker.

Her locker was on the other side of school. She felt like it was in the middle of no where, seeing as it was by the guys locker room on the far end of the school. It was a lot quieter than she expected. Weird. She played her music again as she filled her locker with her lunch, one notebook, and a few pencils. She didn't really know what else to bring.

When a few of the jocks walked pass her (probably on their way to the locker rooms), she could feel their eyes on her. She couldn't tell if she should be flattered or afraid. probably the later. Poor new girl who moved here with one year left. What an idiot. She felt her cheeks grow red as she closed her locker and leaned against it. Stupid guys.

{sorry, also in a huge rush. not my best work, i promise to be better tomorrow.}

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she let her bag hang over one shoulder as she walked down the hall. maneuvering around other students from other grades. "where is this blasted class!" she said looking down at her paper, turning to make sure she was reading the paper correctly. her blue bangs waving into her face, as she struggled to move everything to one arm. "dang bangs!" she said as she stopped in a clear hallway. the book in her arms falling and her bag dropping the ground. "UGH!" she managed to spit out, putting her bangs behind her ears as she bent down on her knees. her hair waving back in her face. "of course, of course today has to be terrible!" she said throwing her arms in the air. them dropping onto her lap, as she bent her head down. she started to gather up her few things and put the book in her bag. almost forcing room into it. she began to stand up, before her bag handle broke and fell back to the floor. "finn. really?" she said with a huff and leaned against the wall. "i have at least ten minutes to get to class." she said, sliding down onto the ground. placing her head in her hands. the day was just so much stress, and all for no reason. this one hall she was in was the only hall that most students didn't travel down. it was the special classes hall. that one hall on the lowest floor, in the back of the building. she had taken it every day every year since the beginning of highschool. her locker was always down here, so she had to take it. she liked it being so empty.

she had met her first boyfriend in this exact hallway. she had so many memories. her first kiss, her first break-up, her worst verbal fight with finn. so many things happened down here that most of the school didn't know about. her brother had gotten suspended by getting in a fight in this exact hall. the special students always enjoyed seeing isis's colorful hair and said she brightened up their day with her smile. she liked bringing happiness to others, only today she did not feel up to being so happy. everything had already started to go wrong. the classic, dropping of the books, the stress, everything. she hated it and just wanted her brother to take her home. sadly, she had no way out of this, and had to pull through it.

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[will make one for finn later. i really feel like playing a girl today. c:]

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{ Oh great another day }

Jack Wilder yelled falling off the bed and hitting the hard ground with a thud. He glared seeing his dog Johnny and scowled at his forcing the purebred German Shepherd puppy off his brand new navy blue sheets. He stood up throwing his blankets back on and looking over around the room. Jack walked over to the dresser slipping on a blue collar shirt and tan shorts. he patted his dog on his head and looked in the mirror. "Jack you look like a cave man" he mumbled to himself hearing his dog scratch on the door. walking out of his room with Johnny pushing past him almost knocking him over and then charging down the stairs. Jack walked into the bathroom fixing his hair and closing the door about to take a shower when a hand grasped the door handle pulling it open and grabbing Jacks wrist pulling him out. Jack glared seeing his sister Robin push her way in locking the door. "Great no shower for me." he mumbled knowing that by the time Robin got out it would be time to go.

He ran down stairs grabbing a granola bar and opening it to eat it. He smiled knowing it was Robins box, and the last one at that. But before he was able to take a bite his little friend knocked it down chowing down on it. "There's chocolate in that mutt." he mumbled snatching the wrapper away and throwing it out knowing a couple chips of chocolate won't hurt. "Well, at least I can't et yelled at." he smiled sitting on the couch. He heard Robin run down the stairs and sighed grabbing his stuff and heading out the door getting in the drivers seat of the black mustang convertible and Robin hopped in the passenger. "I call shower tomorrow morning so you might want to take another tonight." stated Jack open mindedly. He drove off heading towards Palestine High. Soon before he knew it he was parking in his student reserved spot looking up at his high school. Soon this will be gone, his last year, a senior! He exited the car with Robin both walking up the steps and entering the building. He felt Robin punching him in his shoulder and smiled looking over at her. "I am still older." he stated and Robin rolled her eyes.

[ Anyone want to RP with Jack? or Robin? ]

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{ryleigh may keating }

you could say ryleigh was somewhat "popular". however, she thought it totally had to do with her athletic side. she never became friends with guys in order to date them - she was more of the best friend type. so, when girls got in her face about her only joining sports for the dudes, that's when ryleigh got sent to the office on "bad behavior and physical assault". you could say she was a person who threw the first punch and the last one. yes, maybe her fights got her name to be known around the school. though, this year, ryleigh wanted to dim things down. it was senior year, not "put these girls in their places" year. ryleigh would make the best of it - sports, good grades...and that was about it. maybe a few more friends or so, that'd be nice. she always loved making friends. a very friendly person she was.

once her alarm rang, it was cut off shortly by her pulling the plug. the girl was up and ready! she was wearing white skinny jeans that were under a blue and black tutu. ryleigh also wore a pierce the veil shirt - yes, she was one of those girls. her love for my chemical romance, pierce the veil, mayday parade, sleeping with sirens, and the maine were her weakness. anyway, she also wore pierce the veil hightops, her outfit kind of looked like this. her parents were already up and invited themselves in her room. since her mother was a photographer, something ryleigh would become, she snapped a picture of her. "You look so cute!" her mother exclaimed, throwing her arms around her. "Have a good day, sweetie." the loving parent, planting a kiss on her forehead. next, came her dad - a well known chef around the town - who also pulled her into a hug and completed the actions her mother had done. "Tell us all about it when we come home." He grinned, leaving after their daughter gave a nod.

ryleigh decided on walking to school today, she wasn't in the mood to drive her muscle car to school. plus, walking was exercise and ryleigh absolutely loved getting in shape and staying fit. she even had a four pack to show off - many days in the gym made this possible (that and a hot trainer). this girl actually lived a few blocks away so she was there in no time. and by no time i mean like...ten minutes. she entered the school and acquired her school information (this included her lock, locker, class schedule, and locker number, plus her id card). ah, it was so great to be back at school. in fact, she saw a few faces and some old ones. ryleigh would have waved, stop to chat, and totally make plans...but, her locker awaited her, yo.