This is High School..more like hell (Open,New and Accepting)

[.m i n y o o n g i]

Skyler did a small clap ''Yay!" he grinned and thought for a few seconds ''Oh god, i wonder how my motorcycle turned out when i crashed'' he said ''Along with my phone''.

[Nawratus]

"You motorcycle's probably crushed, your phone as well.... maybe..." Pride bit her lip and looked around. "Sorry, not helping..." she mumbled before looking back at him. "I'll buy you a new phone, though." She offered with a small smile.

[.m i n y o o n g i]

Skyler ''Nah, i can buy it. i bet it shattered'' he said ''Its fine, you where just telling me what i bet happened'' he grinned.

[Nawratus]

Pride couldn't help but smile at him. He was so nice! "Thanks for being so nice, Skyler," she told him with a small kiss of the cheek.

[.m i n y o o n g i]

Skyler shrugged ''I am that nice that you need to say it'' he asked and grinned and kissed her softly on the lips in return.

[Nawratus]

Pride giggle before sitting down on his bed. She leaned her crutches on the wall with a smile. "I wonder how much homework we're going to get from missing school so long..." She thought out loud.

[Whovian1963]

(Hi)

[Serenity.]

{{- Reserving Outcast girl and Skater Boy. Thank you -}}

[Serenity.]

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The Outcast

ωнαt ιѕ уσυя ηαмє? Hello there, my name is Cinder Anne Lindon,but you should just call me Cinder, nothing else. I would appreciate it a lot honestly. My last and middle name bring back flashbacks of thingd that have happened, I shouldn't be telling you because you're probably like the rest, going to use my weaknesses against me. But yeah, I'm Cinder, hello.
нσω σℓ∂ αяє you αη∂ ωнαt gяα∂є αяє уσυ ιη? I am sixteen years old and in year 9, in other words a freshman. Yes, I am behind in school, I started late so I've always seemed like I was behind two grades when I wasn't... It sucks but I don't usually tell people my age, I look a lot younger then fourteen actually. If you don't understand when I say year nine, I mean grade nine by the way. Americans call it a grade, we call it a year here in Ireland. Oops, just answered the next question.
ωнєяє αяє уσυ ƒяσм? Well, as you know from the last question, I was born and raised in Ireland. I moved here for highschool, hence the reason I have no friends and am called a loner or an Outcast. It sucks but its life right?
ωнαt gєη∂єя αяє уσυ? Umm... As you can see from the picture, I am indeed a female.. Not a male just trying to put that out there because you know.. It's important I guess if you're blind.

ѕнσяt ∂єѕ¢яιρtιση σƒ αρρєαяαη¢є? ((нαιя ¢σℓσυя, єуєѕ, єt¢...)) I am about 5 feet, I know it's short, but hush. I have red hair that goes about to the middle of my back and I have bright blue eyes. My skin is pale and I have two peircings on my face. One on my lip and one under it. I indeed have a tattoo, It is on my wrist and says freedom. There is a picture actually at the bottom of this form. I am really skinny and have almost no muscle. I am weak, but if I want I can beat you a**. Sorry for my language.
αηу ѕ¢αяѕ σя αηуtнιηg tнαt ѕtι¢кѕ συt? Scars? Yes I have one on my neck, it's a large scratch almost from my chin to my chest. I usually hide it to avoid questions. Anything that sticks out? I don't think anything other then the scar so no.

ωнαt αяє уσυ ℓιкє? ((ρєяѕσηαℓιtу)) It's a little hard to describe myself, but I guess I'll try. I am really quiet and try my best to avoid attention, but I don't always succeed. The popular group usually just whispers about me or picks on me. I'm used to this kind of stuff so it's fine, as long as they aren't beating the crap out of me or anything. I am quite defensive also and snap easily. If you insult me or one of my friends/family to my face I will quickly reply sharply and basically cut you with my tongue. I do not make eye-contact, it is almost impossible, unless I am angry I avoid looking into someone's eyes. It scares me for some odd reason, looking into the eyes of someone is a sign of aggression and challenge, and if I can I'll stay out of arguments and fights. I am really clingy. If I meet someone who likes me, I will want to be around them all the time because its rare that someone I like likes me back. Not always in a relationship kind of way, but as a friend. I'm also insecure I guess you would say. I don't like how I look... I basically hate everything about me..
ωнαt нαρρєηє∂ ιη tнє ραѕt? ((нιѕtσяу)) I usually don't talk about my past unless I trust you and know you. So no one knows what happened. In other words, you aren't telling anyone because like everything else it will be used against me to mock me. I had the normal life of a girl from the age of birth until I was 13. At thirteen, I remember walking home with my younger sister Silyah, and we heard ambulance and police sirens. So we ran towards the sound and we saw a house on fire and a bunch of people surrounding it. I wondered who's house it was until I saw it was mine. I ran through the crowd and under the yellow tape screaming the words: 'Mom! Dad!' at the top of my lungs, and Silyah who was 7 at the time ran to me hugging my arm and pointing at the ambulance where a male body lay. We ran towards it and saw it was our father. Silyah started shaking him when she saw his eyes were closed and started to cry. "Daddy! Daddy please wake up! You're out. IT's over please! Where is mama?" She kept repeating the sentence as we were dragged away from the stretcher by an officer. "You have to let us stay. Our parents could be dead." I ended up saying resisting as best as I could against the officers grip. "Your parents aren't inside the house." He said simply. "Then when can we see them?" Silyah asked, and the man knelt down. "I'm afraid, you'll never see them again." And the rest was a blur. I remember passing out because I was sedated. When we woke up we were in someone else's house and apparently they were our new parents. And that's what really happened. No one knows so please don't tell.

αηуtнιηg αвησямαℓ ωιtн tнє ¢нαяα¢tєя? Cinder has a case of MPD, which is Multiple Personality Disorder. It is a mental illness where you hide who you are so no one can read you, you also hullicinate and hear voices. In a lot of conditions the people who have this self harm and eventually commit suicide. Cinder cuts her thighs, but never attempted suicide.
αηутнιηg єℓѕє? This necklace is a necklace that Cinder is never seen without. She hides the pocket knife part of it inside obviously, but it belonged to her mother before she died and it's one of her last memories of her.

((FINISHED CINDER!! Can I start rping with her and finish Ben later?))


((Work in progress))

[.m i n y o o n g i]

(Ok you are accepted when you are done with them)

Skyler ''We shouldn't get any, i mean where in the hospital, and if we get some i'm not doing it. i shouldn't need to do it. i got into a crash so that is how i should not get any, and you the same way. but you broke your leg from jumping off a swing''.