яιveяvιeω нιgн ;; cliques. romance. accepting.

[Todd.]

((ok....I made a new charrie...it's in the same place as Alex's form))

[OCeanic Vista]

↳ ( Adam ) ( 18 ) ( Bisexual ) ( Freak ) ↲

— — — тнe вasιcs

naмe :: Adam Michael Johnson
nιcκ naмe :: Adam
gendeя :: Male
вιятнday :: July 5th 1993

— — — ιn тнe мιяяoя

нeιgнт :: 6'0"
cloтнιиg ѕтуle :: Adam usually dresses in one of his many graphic tees, or when he's being formal, it's a white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows, a black vest, and black tie. He always, always wears skinny jeans, sometimes ripped and sometimes not. He doesn't wear specific shoes.
dιѕтιиcтινe feaтυяeѕ :: His brown hair is usually parted to the side. He has stubble.
вodу мodιfιcaтιoиѕ :: --

— — — яelaтιonsнιρs

cяυsн :: --
єχ(єѕ) :: --
вeѕт fяιeиd :: Ree Molee

— — — вacκgяound

тнeмe ѕong :: On the Wing by Owl City
ѕєχυal oяιєnтaтιon :: Bisexual
яandoм facт :: has a thing for blondes
ρєяѕonalιту :: "I'm rather introverted. I do talk, and I can be incredibly random, but I don't randomly gab about things. I'm trustworthy for that reason. Um, I was raised Christian, and I've always had to kind of work for what I want. My parents raised me that way. I'm pretty creative and good at writing music and playing instruments. I'm incredibly shy, though; I feel awkward in random conversation, especially if it's around strangers. Or girls. My mom thinks I'm incredibly sweet and kind, but I wouldn't really know..."
нιѕтoяу :: "I'm pretty normal. I'm Christian and I write music and play instruments. I'm shy. Ree Molee is my best friend, we've known each other for a while. That's about it. I did have a bad breakup with my last girlfriend, and I still miss her."

↳ ( Ree ) ( 18 ) ( Bisexual ) ( Freak ) ↲

— — — тнe вasιcs

naмe :: Krysten Elizabeth Molee
nιcκ naмe :: Ree
gendeя :: Female
вιятнday :: April 17th 1993

— — — ιn тнe мιяяoя

нeιgнт :: 5'8"
cloтнιиg ѕтуle :: Ree wears bright tank tops and tees and short denim shorts most of the time. Her hair is usually straightened.
dιѕтιиcтινe feaтυяeѕ :: She has ice-blue eyes.
вodу мodιfιcaтιoиѕ :: Her ears and bellybutton are pierced.

— — — яelaтιonsнιρs

cяυsн :: --
єχ(єѕ) :: --
вeѕт fяιeиd :: Adam Johnson

— — — вacκgяound

тнeмe ѕong :: Enchanted by Taylor Swift
ѕєχυal oяιєnтaтιon :: Bisexual
яandoм facт :: has frizzy hair
ρєяѕonalιту :: "I guess I'm rather outgoing and pretty. I have a snappy remark for just about anything you'd care to send my way. I care about other people and I privately don't enjoy enjoy seeing anyone in pain, but I pretend for the sake of my social status. And I'm vulgar."
нιѕтoяу :: "My dad's an alcoholic, my mom walked out on me, and my brother's in the Army. I met Adam when I was really little. That's me."

[shudder]

↳ ( "JoJo" ) ( Eighteen ) ( Straight ) ( Delinquent ) ↲

— — — тнe вasιcs

naмe :: Jordan Michael Andrees.
nιcκ naмe :: JoJo.
gendeя :: Male.
вιятнday :: December 2nd, 1993.

— — — ιn тнe мιяяoя

нeιgнт :: 5' 11''
cloтнιиg ѕтуle :: He's really just a t-shirt and jeans kind of guy, although you can find him in hoodies and skinny jeans, too.
dιѕтιиcтινe feaтυяeѕ :: His hair? Unless he puts effort into it, it often looks like the wind pushed it back.
вodу мodιfιcaтιoиѕ :: His lip is pierced, this on his back.

— — — яelaтιonsнιρs

cяυsн :: No.
єχ(єѕ) :: No need to mention those..
вeѕт fяιeиd :: Nope.

— — — вacκgяound

тнeмe ѕong :: - thinking of one -
ѕєχυal oяιєnтaтιon :: Straight.
яandoм facт :: He's prone to spouts of Hypomania that end up leading to depression.
ρєяѕonalιту :: That one guy with the funny hair and that look that says, “unapproachable” to some people, yet seems welcoming to other people like him. Delinquent. Rebel. Crazy. It doesn’t matter what you want to call Jordan, or JoJo as he likes to be called. JoJo is more of a joke name to him, and when you hear the name, you probably wouldn’t think of a careless guy with a reputation about as long as some nerds lab report. He doesn’t mind the talk, though, or the label. It’s not like he’s the only one with it.
Jordan at first glance can seem like a mean guy. Like one of those people who stay to themselves and use aggressive means of deterring people from speaking to him. If he doesn’t like you, he will. Most people leave with one condescending look. Others need more convincing. See, that’s when Jordan get’s confrontational. He’s really not afraid of anything or anyone, and that’s not really a good thing. Not saying he looses many fights - no, Jordan’s got the determination and drive of a pit-bull trained to fight - but he can get into trouble with big guys, or guys who’s friends like to jump in. Anyway, Jordan’s a pretty prideful guy, too. He will not say sorry. He will not admit being wrong, or being defeated. Jordan can spin anything around in his head to make it make sense. So, in a way, he can’t see himself at fault. Ever. That’s the kind of guy he is. At least he doesn’t expect an apology from other people, though. If you’re a friend of his and you do something bad, he doesn’t need your apology. Jordan can get over things just as fast as he jumps up to fight someone. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t necessarily have enemies in his mind - just people he doesn’t wish to hang around. Call his thought process weird, but it works for him. Another thing about his thought process could be the hypomania. In short, it creates a creative guy, who can run for days off barely any sleep, keeps a positive mood, can be reckless, and when it all wears off, slips into depression. Just makes his life one more roller coaster. His natural personality clashes with the mania and can make Jordan somewhat unpredictable.
But his overall demeanor is a calm, layed back one. Nothing really upsets or excites Jordan to the point that his emotions change. And if he is feeling really good, the most you’ll see is a smile. Having more energy than the average person doesn’t make Jordan bounce off the walls speaking two-hundred words a minute. He just can get a lot more done in a shorter time that most people. Kind of weird. He doesn’t care. Jordan really doesn’t care about much of anything. He takes life one moment at a time, unable to really focus on the future or dwell on the past. That’s why he’s so good at ignoring problems. However, it’s not a good trait. No, he often ends up ignoring his issues until they come back and bite him. But Jordan works best under pressure.
And when he’s with friends, Jordan isn’t really this closed off, loner-looking person. He can crack a smile, a joke, find something stupid and fun to do. Doesn’t matter if it’s legal or not. Jordan’s very open minded, and actually good at giving advice. He’s a good enough listener if your problem doesn’t involve some long elaborate story. Then he’ll just walk away. Jordan can’t sit in the same spot for too long, literally. During test he fidgets and has to find ways to distract himself and keep moving… all without actually taking the test. Watching movies he has to stand up and walk not even halfway through. He’s not sure why being still is so hard for him, but it is.
нιѕтoяу :: Adding eventually.

[ghost;]

Love when you're ready, not when you're lonely.

↳ ( davian ) ( [size=90nineteen[/size] ) ( heterosexual ) ( freak ) ↲

— — — тнe вasιcs

naмe :: Davian Nicole Magee
nιcκ naмe :: Davie, Davie the Devaint
gendeя :: female
вιятнday :: May 21st

— — — ιn тнe мιяяoя

нeιgнт :: Five foot, five inches [5'5]
cloтнιиg ѕтуle :: Very simple, yet elegant with a dash of her old emo-style. Most things she wears are vintage or lace-y, as well as paired with skinny jeans and wedge boots. Every now and then, she will go with the simple band tee or an fuzzy/animal hat when she feels like being a "scenie".
dιѕтιиcтινe feaтυяeѕ :: Her dark hazel eyes have a hint of green them, which are often covered by her blonde bangs. Her face also includes a few burn-scars because of her miss marks when smoking, but they aren't that noticeable from all the make-up she puts on.
вodу мodιfιcaтιoиѕ :: Her piercings include double lobes on both ears, industrial, cartilage and 4 helix only on her left. As for facial piercings, she has a bridge, septum, and a monroe. When it comes to tattoos, she have the name "Makenzie Beth" in cursive on her right wrist, and ahearton her left shoulder blade. She is planning on getting more soon.[/size]

— — — яelaтιonsнιρs

cяυsн :: None
єχ(єѕ) :: She has too many to count, but none of importance to her.
вeѕт fяιeиd :: Mostly Andi, but she tries to distance herself from crowds.

— — — вacκgяound

тнeмe ѕong :: Reprobate Romance by Blacklisted Me
ѕєχυal oяιєnтaтιon :: Heterosexual
яandoм facт :: She is diagnosed with Bi-polar I disorder as well as minor Schizophrenia; but because of medication, it is harder for others to notice it.
ρєяѕonalιту :: Davie is a sweet Scottish girl with a gentle soul. She would do anything for her friends, if she had any. However, she still tries to protect the ones around her, even if they hate her guts. She doesn't talk often due to a traumatic event in her past, so she tries to communicate through music and her songs. Being shy doesn't do the best for this kind girl, but it works for her.
She is Bi-polar and it is very noticeable with anyone she is around because of the medication she has taken since the incident. But every now and then she will 'forget' to take it. This can or cannot cause major problems with her relationships with others around her.
нιѕтoяу :: The hometown of Davie Magee is the wonderful city of Glasgow, Scotland. She was born in a small cottage just outside the edge of town to normal citizens Allan and Jae Magee. They loved her dearly and wouldn't allow any scarring thing happen to her. She felt the same to them. However, no matter how much they protected her, they could not protect her form the things that happened to her outside the home.
At the age of fourteen, she saw something that was just not right in her eyes. It was her freshman year in high school; she was on a nice break with her eight-year old sister, Mak, and her friend, Cassie. As Davie went to get some ice cream for the three of them, she heard the screeching of tired coming from the road. Quickly she turned around to look at sister and Cassie, only to see a truck driving recklessly straight for them. Davie shouted to them, but it was too late. Both her sister and friend where killed by the truck that was driven by a drunk driver.
After the incident, Davie went silent for a year and a half. Her parents assumed it was due to post-traumatic shock, for that was what the doctor had said it was. To help with her 'vow of silence', as they liked to call it, her parents gave her a sketch pad to write down whatever she had to say; a way to express herself. It worked for a while, but when her Allan looked at it one day, he found not only words, but song lyrics and music scores to go along with it. All of which where hand drawn neatly and semi-perfectly. He was amazed; so amazed that he bought her a guitar for her eighteenth birthday after the silence was ended. Davie only smiled, thanked them, and headed to her room with the new guitar.
The night of her birthday, she left Glasgow. She left Scotland entirely. She took a plane to the states and stayed there. Getting herself an apartment, she made herself at home. On the exact date of the incident, she took herself to a doctor. At that check-up it was discovered that Davie had Bi-polar I Disorder with some minor Bi-polar II Disorder symptoms. After learning that, it was believed by some old relatives and the doctor himself that her silence was actually part of a prolonged major depressive episode with minor breaks. Davie was put on a medication to control her depressive episodes so that her silence did not happen again.
Flash forward a few years, and Davie Nicole is nineteen and a legal citizen of the United States. PAnd she is still working with music today. That guitar her dad gave her; used every night and has been named Rockie. Never has he left the side of Davie, and he never will. He is her little piece of Glasgow.

Rejection doesn't hurt, expectation does.
coolstorybro:3
Lying doesn't kill, denial does.
↳ ( andrea ) ( nineteen ) ( hetero-flexible ) ( delinquent ) ↲

— — — тнe вasιcs

naмe :: Andrea Maria Stewart
nιcκ naмe :: Andi
gendeя :: Female
вιятнday :: June 11th

— — — ιn тнe мιяяoя

нeιgнт :: ]Five foot seven inches [5'7]
cloтнιиg ѕтуle :: Andi with usually stick with a dark style in her clothing. She can often be seen wearing band tees, skinny jeans, and Converse. Whatever she feels comfortable with and works with her large zip-up hoodies. Nothing is really "stick-out" about her, since she prefers no to be noticed for what she looks like.
dιѕтιиcтινe feaтυяeѕ :: Her hair is dyed a deep black, but is not to far off from her orignal dark brown hair color. She takes a gene from her mother that gave her dark, forest-like green eyes that she always accents with black eyeliner.
вodу мodιfιcaтιoиѕ :: When it comes to tattoos, Andi doesn't have many. On the sides of her hands she has "Life isn't fair" on the left; and "but it's still good." on her right. She also has a dinosaur with number "-13-" underneath it on her left hip. She also has a mustache on her right index finger that is slowly fading because of time. For her piercings she has almost too many; they include, 15.9mm gauges in the first holes of her ears, regular double studs, and her right industrial. She has the facial piercings of her septum, both sides of her nostril, a monroe, snake bites, a vertical labret and finally, her right eyebrow. She also have both of her hips pierced, yes, hips. She barely ever wears any form of her lip piercings unless she is trying to impress someone.

— — — яelaтιonsнιρs

cяυsн :: None
єχ(єѕ) :: There have been several, the only important ones would have to be KC and Lyle.
вeѕт fяιeиd :: "Jackson Lyle and Davie, of course."

— — — вacκgяound

тнeмe ѕong :: Maybe by Sick Puppies
ѕєχυal oяιєnтaтιon :: hetero-flexible
яandoм facт :: Andi lives with her cousins since she moved from Australia, but also has an apartment to take some alone time.
ρєяѕonalιту :: The way Andi sees it, no one gets along with her; and they never will. She tends to push others away instead of bring them close. Her bad trust is caused by her paranoia from the drugs she has done and the past she has had with relationships. The only few living things that she ever gets along with and shares everything are her cousins and the animals; her horses, cat, and dogs. Even her friends since childhood have grown distance from her. Sure, she will hang out with them and do anything she gets her tattooed hands on, but they haven't known as much personal things about her since the incident when she was sixteen. Depending on how she is feeling; if she is in a high, literally or figuratively, she will share anything like an open-book. However, if she low, she will become silent and try to camouflage into the walls around her. Despite the distance she puts between herself and others, Andi is still a nice girl. She never wanted to get hooked on anything, but somehow it happened.
нιѕтoяу :: Andrea use to have it all. She lived in a nice house in Australia with parents and some of her many pets. She had tons of friends and use to be in the 'it' crowd. But one fatal day changed it all.
She was driving her parents home from a party at a bar with her parents when she was only eleven. Sitting in the backseat, she was slowly falling asleep. The last thing she remembered was looking at her mother's face as they crossed the railroad tracks. The next thing she knew, she was waking up in a hospital. She had a concussion, a broken right leg, and several broken ribs. As she called out to her parents as nurses pasted by, they would look at her with teary eyes and not say a word. She didn't know what happened and no one was telling her. Finally, a doctor came over to her and handed her a teddy bear to hold as he told her devastating news. There was a crash on the railroad tracks. It was a miralce that Andrea had survived, sadly, the same was not for her parents.
After a few months of recovery time, Andrea changed. The rest of the family saw it best for her to leave Australia, so they sent her away to her cousins, Cole and Charlie Vince, in the United States. She was never the same after her move. By the time she was fifteen, she had dyed her hair, pierced her face in several place and gotten a mustache tattooed onto her right index finger. She even had begun going by the name of Andi a year earlier.
The year she fourteen, Andi made a few new friends and began smoking weed. Three years later, she would be doing heroin. It was sad for her family to watch Andi crumble away, but there wasn't much they could do for her. They had her in a support group and she was in rehab several times, but it never seemed to help her fully.
As for her relationships, the first one she got into was an abusive one. Her wounds where something she could not hide with her bad attitude. Bruises, cuts, and sometimes, broken bones were just a few of her injuries from her now-ex-boyfriend, KC. He would abuse her physical when he see her with another guy whether she was smoking, drinking, or just safely hanging out with him. Some called him protective, but Andi knew he wasn't. After she broke up with him, he raged on her; it was very violent. He did not want to end his time with her, and often stalked her. Luckily, the Vince cousins charged him to court because of his actions. Andi was stuck in a hospital for a long time and missed the court date against KC, but luckily, despite her absence, they won the case and got a restraining order against him.
Nowadays, she is nineteen and there are many things she regrets. She regrets meeting KC, she regrets smoking, she regrets drinking, but most of all, she regrets ever changing and harming her family. Andi tries her best to stay in line and be a good girl like she use to be. However, things are still different. She lives mainly in an apartment, but every now and then when she feels unstable, she moves bacj out to stay with Cole and Charlie for awhile. What is done is done, and things are going to stay until she finally finds a way to stay in recovery and not return to her past.

Never ruin an apology with an excuse.
↳ ( jackson ) ( eighteen ) ( heterosexual ) ( freak ) ↲

— — — тнe вasιcs

naмe :: Jackson Lyle Krueger
nιcκ naмe :: Lyle, or Jackky by his family or close friends
gendeя :: Male
вιятнday :: March 12th

— — — ιn тнe мιяяoя

нeιgнт :: Five foot ten inches [5'10]
cloтнιиg ѕтуle :: Lyle often wears a black- or light blue-colored hoodie zipped-up over his band shirts. His pants consist of sagging skinny jeans held up by a stud belt, accompanied by a wallet chain, that drag against his Converse. His 'lighter' black hair is occasionally covered by a beanie.
dιѕтιиcтινe feaтυяeѕ :: His hair is a natural hair color of black, but he much prefers a dark brown or lighter black then what he has. His grey-blue eyes are often covered the slighted by his hair.
вodу мodιfιcaтιoиѕ :: Lyle does not have any tattoos, yet he hopes to get meaningful ones later on in the future. His piercings include his left nostril and his right lip. He doesn't believe in getting too many piercings, but he does like them.

— — — яelaтιonsнιρs

cяυsн :: None
єχ(єѕ) :: "I've had many exes and girlfriends, but only one really matters and stayed a friend; Andrea."
вeѕт fяιeиd :: "I prefer Andi was my beastly friend, not my best friend."

— — — вacκgяound

тнeмe ѕong :: Misery Missouri by Verse The End
ѕєχυal oяιєnтaтιon :: Heterosexual
яandoм facт :: He moved out at a rather young age and no longer gets to see his younger sister, Marie Jayden.
ρєяѕonalιту :: Since Jackson was young, he has always been a sweet gentleman. Always opening the door for his mother and helping out with his younger sister. His dad got him into 'oldies' music, and Jackson even got his dad into some of the 'cool' music. Even in his school social life, Jackson was a nice boy.
He changed mostly in high school, Lyle began to drift away from his family and friends. He wasn't doing drugs, though he had tried them once. He just wasn't working with his family life and friends. When someone tries to get close, he pushes them away. When someone tries to leave, he hopes to pull them back in to him. It's just something Lyle does. He can't let it
нιѕтoяу :: Jackson Lyle grew up in the normal American family; a mother, a father, and one littler sister. They all loved each other in the way a family should care for one another. Lyle was considered popular for most of the beginning of his school days. He would be the one with the parties, and the one invited to almost all birthday parties. That is, until he changed.
It started in 7th grade when he started hanging with a different crowd, one that was tougher, less about sports, more about trouble. Everyone in the school knew they were bad kids, but Lyle didn't listen to them. He stayed in that group for a long time; until his sophomore year of high school. That group of 'friends' is where he met, Andrea; a rather close friend and was a girlfriend.
They started dating in 8th grade up until he left the little circle of peers. He ended his ties with his so-called friends because of the drugs that began to do. Even Andrea was doing them. Somehow, he forgave her. Maybe it was because he had known her for such a long time. Or maybe it was his trust issues. Either way, he some how looked past her drug issue.
But his parents didn't. They saw the peers, included Andrea, as bad influences for their Jackky and disapproved of his continued friendship with her. No matter how hard they tried, however, Jackson kept her as a friend and allowed himself to drift away from his own family.
He turned to music, made new friends, and started a band. Let Me Continue did not last, however. Most of his friends quit due to their own problems, while Lyle tried to keep it alive. As others turned their nose up to him, Lyle stayed on his own path. He didn't stray into the shadows due to his trust issues, and stayed out of waters if he couldn't see the bottom.
Lyle has secretly found that the more he gets involved, the worse his own life get for him. It's best to just stay out of someone's path and just let them breath, in Lyle's cause, scream.

[[Just tell me if anything is wrong. It will be gladly fixed(:]]

[valar morghulis]

| all accepted ^^ and I'm sorry about the delay, but I'll try and get this going in about an hour ; I'm not at home right now and don't have time to type up a decent intro on my phone |

[valar morghulis]

| redbellysnapper -- could you please add a bit more to their personalities? Also, so that their year of birth would correspond with their age, Elowyn would have to have been born in 1992 and John in 1991 ; but could you please make his age at least nineteen? These are high school students ^^ sorry I forgot to mention an age limit in the rules

TrippZter -- would you mind dropping Davian's age a bit? I'd like nineteen to be the maximum =] sorry, again, I must have missed that earlier and forgot to mention it in the rules ; my bad

I'll have my intro post up in a few|

[ghost;]

[[Sure, thing(: It has been done and changed.]]

[valar morghulis]

- a я a в e l l a · ɢ я a c e · w ι т т a κ e я -
ι would яaтнeя вe alone тнan ρяeтend ι ғeel alяιgнт
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" Cause it's cold outside ; when you coming home? Cause it's hot inside ; isn't that enough? . . .i'm not in love " the petite blonde sang along full-heartedly with the song that blasted through her car speakers ; her fingers drumming lightly against the steering wheel with each steady pump of the bass. " I'm not in love , I'm not in love. . .we're not in love " she continued as she pulled into the school's parking lot and claimed her usual spot just outside of the back entrance. " we're not in love " she kept on quietly ; even after she'd killed the engine, bringing the song to an abrupt end. While anyone else might cringe at the sound of their own voice given the absence of any background music to drown themselves out, Arabella actually wasn't half bad. She'd never actually taken any voice lessons, so there was certainly room for improvement in technique, but by no means was she a bad singer. Which was odd considering musical talent was not something that ran in the family. Her father a well-respected buisnessman ; mother an interior decorator and an aspiring accountant for a younger sister. Then again, Arabella had always been the black sheep of the family. Apart from her striking resemblance to her sister and mother, you'd probably never guess that the three were related. Kind of funny, really. We were always taught that it was good to be different. . .to be unique ; but once you actually experience it, live on the outside looking in, you want nothing more than to be like everyone else. Being different gets you noticed. And getting noticed only means trouble. Sometimes blending in with the crowd is the better way to go ; this mindset probably having something to do with the constant harassment she faced at her old school. And for what? For being herself. That's why now she's decided to make herself into who she wants to be. . .and coincidentally, that just so happens to be a hell of a lot like those girls she learned to hate so dearly ; the ones who made her life a living hell --- " why the f--k am I even thinking about that place? it's done, it's over. I'm here now. " she reminded ; blowing a soft sigh as she pushed the car door open and stepped out onto the pavement. The sounds of voices and conversations occurring around her all that filled her ears as she headed toward the back doors only five minutes before the start of her first class.

| trippzter -- thanks! ^^

blehh this post sucks. . .I wasn't sure how to really start. I have to go now, it's midnight lol |

[Todd.]

.: Alexander West (Phantom) :.

"You can knock me down how many times you wish, but I'll stand up, raise my head and keep on going because I'm not giving up on my dreams until I reach them.

Alex walked by a group of people that were talking loud and laughing by the school gate he slightly glanced at them coldly and in an indifferent way, 'what those people have in mind? Did the smoke something to be this happy? Don't they understand life isn't something to be happy about?!' he thought as his eyes narrowed, he sighed and kept walking, being there discussing with himself wouldn't make his life any better, in fact it would do the exact other way he would drift even more on his thoughts to try to understand the other's happiness... 'happiness...' he thought, 'what does it means exactly? What is the true meaning of being happy?' he asked himself as he entered the class room and went to sit on his usual seat on the back of the class where he could see and listen and would probably be ignored and all in the way he liked.

The teacher came into the room after a bit, the students settled down making the usual noise of talking loud before getting silence, Alex smiled as the room finally grew silent, he crossed his arms over the table and rested his head on them looking out the window staring up at the dark grey sky, it would rain today. He slightly frowned, his thoughts haunting him again like past ghosts, 'happiness' he thought again, 'happiness is something like fairy tales' he thought now looking at the teacher, he grinned, 'I don't believe in fairy tales' ..."

[teeshirt.]

Livia walked along the pavement to get to school grounds. She had firmly insisted her foster family let her walk to school each day, which she finally had accepted after about a month of begging and pleading. Tapping on her pants pocket with a melodic rythmn, she was sure she aimed to pick up some sticks and board and just drum her horrible life away forever.
Although, she couldn't. She wouldn't ever be able to rid of the pain and hurt she still had in her tender hard. Biting on her upper lip to keep from collapsing and bursting into tears, she sighed and ran her hand through her long hair. Breaking out into an awkward run, she felt her hair fly with her as if it were a cape and she was soaring through the air.
Reaching the edge of school grounds, she came to an abrupt halt and retrieved her backpack from a bush she had left it in when she had found the school. Walking the rest of the way, she was amazed by how many people were starting to cloud and collide. Am I too late? she thought, as she walked along as if nothing in her history hurt and tore at her heart.
A scar dashed along her eyebrow, making her touch it and shudder. Her mom caused all of this, not you. Her blue, shallow eyes scanned the veiw of the school, before she sat at the edge of a bench to scroll down her thoughts angrily. Besides being a drummer, a very crazy one, she had the simple need to be an author. She told, NO ONE.