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[<3emo girl<3]

"i plained on sneaking out of school for lunch"she slitly giggeled her face went from britght pinck to a low shade of red

[sadmeme]

"thats what most people do" he whispered "but ive never tried, theres this cafe thats just opend on the next block, maybe we can sneak out together sometime" he added, turnign a bright shade of pink

[<3emo girl<3]

annie smiled turningBRIGHT RED "sounds like a plain"she said

[sadmeme]

Tiago smiled, "great", he felt llost for words, so he just smiled

[Static.]

Rowan stands fairly tall for her age at 5'8½". She has wavy/curly, light brown hair that falls just a few inches below her shoulders. She usually wears it down, with some obscuring her right eye and the rest to the side, framing her heart-shaped face. She has lightly tanned olive tone skin and her eyes are a thorough mix of varying shades of blue, green, and gray. Rowan is somewhat busty has a surprisingly curvaceous figure given her age and full lips. Her ears are pointed in an almost elf-like fashion, and she has very long fingers with long, evenly trimmed fingernails. Rowan can usually be seen wearing dark-wash skinny or boot cut jeans, usually with some kind of comfortable, loose fitting shirt. Her outfits are usually simple, and she makes a point not to keep up with the latest trends.
Name: Rowan Wilson
Age: 16½
Grade: Tenth
Clubs/Activities: She's working on her fluency in Spanish.
Personality: Named after her Grandmother, Rowan lives up to her namesake, possessing the exceptional intelligence that the late woman was known for. And she's not afraid to show it off, either, being a bit of a know-it-all. She thinks she knows best, and free advice is available in an abundance, particularly where it is unwanted. Rowan has a somewhat dark, sarcastic sense of humor. She is not unkind, but behaves awkwardly in social situations. Her presence, for some reason unknown to her, makes others feel uncomfortable, and she knows it, so tries her best to avoid any type of involvement in social situations at all. She has a strong sense of responsibility and is very protective of her friends and family. If you do manage to befriend her, you'll find that she has a completely different personality; she's actually very easy to get along with if you can tolerate the frequent occurrence of bad jokes and unwanted critique.
Clique: None; she's just kind of there. Existing. Although, if anything, I'd say loner.
Friends: "That's not funny."
Enemies: Well, if you you're going to consider everybody that's not her friend her enemy, everyone.
Orientation: Straight
Crush: Rowan claims that she doesn't have any time for "those kinds of things." But because I like annoying her, the spot is open. ;3
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: See above.
Children: "Seriously. Have I really gained that much weight?"
Clothing style: (See description) Rowan can usually be seen wearing dark-wash skinny or boot cut jeans, usually with some kind of comfortable, loose fitting shirt. Her outfits are usually simple, and she makes a point not to keep up with the latest trends.
Other: Loves reading and writing; she almost always has a book in her hands.

[winchester.]

§Katrina Rink Vega§

I slowly brushed the hair from my face, tucking a black curl behind my ear. I made my way up to the front office. I wore something kinda plane, the heels where kinda help. I was short, and it made me feel taller. A tad bit more confident... I walked slowly into the front office and a woman with curly red hair pilled on her head and strange purple glasses handed me several papers to sign. I quickly wrote my name, and signed, all of them than I got handed a scheduel and locker combonation. I thanked her and set off. I finally found the locker I had gotten, shoved my books into it. I checked my first class. Trig. I grabbed the book and notebook and put that in my bag and slowly walked off, after shutting my locker. It seemed it was lunch now...

◙James Bell Cowen◙

I sat outside at a table. I watched the people chasing each other, running around, laughing. A couple guys sat at my table, but I wasn't interested in their talk. I was debating a party at my place on Friday night. Yes or No. Girls.... Guys... Babes...it was gona happen.

[sadmeme]

Malika wondered into the cafeteria, she flicked her perfectly curled hair over her shoulder and pouted, she walked to the front of the line and simply laughed when someone complained that she was pushing in, she grabbed her food and strutted outisde, looking for some where to sit

[sadmeme]

( brb guys;) )

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[ Could I use my own forums? ]

[Goddess Of Mischief]

(What time is it supposed to be a the school?)