яιveяvιeω нιgн ;; cliques. romance. accepting.

[OCeanic Vista]

ADAM JOHNSON

With dark bags under his eyes, Adam groaned and put his guitar away. He hadn't realized what time it was until about thirty seconds ago, when he looked up after a particularly irritating chord and noticed he was going to be late for school if he didn't put his guitar away. He threw a fresh navy blue tee shirt on and ruffled his hair sufficiently. All he felt he needed was a notebook off his pile of half-used school supplies. To be a nerd, he tucked a ballpoint pen behind his ear and smiled impishly. There. Let's see what that got him. Being teased about his looks was something Adam was used to, but the kind of teasing he couldn't stand was the kind about how he played or sang. That got him ticked off. He spent hours practicing the guitar every week, and he spent a lot of time learning songs to sing. He covered a lot of songs and posted them on YouTube, careful never to show his face to the camera. It wasn't the criticism he was afraid would come his way if he did, it was the embarrassment he faced in his head. Criticism he was fond of, provided it was constructive and not destructive. He liked improving.

[AbbeyDawn]

.:Evermore Powers:.

With a sigh, Ever pulled her hoodie over her head to hide herself. She looked around wearily and watched as people stared at her, laughed even. 'What do you know?' She thought, walking into the school hall. More laughed, more staring. Ever Powers looked towards the floor as she walked before diving into her classroom and the teacher looked at her, clearly irritated at the fact that she was late. Again.
Evermore saw her ex-best friend and looked at him, as if to ask for help, but he just looked away. While she walked towards the back, one of the Jocks tripped her up and Ever fell face-flat against the floor, taking in the smell of cheap cleaning liquid as people laughed at her, even the teacher smothered a snigger. Picking herself up, the girl made her way towards the back. 'And they wonder why I don't like it here?

[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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Arabella sat at her usual corner in the back of the room, near the window, absentmindedly twirling the tip of her finger along the rim of the Monster can that sat upon her desk. She'd made it to class with less than a minute to spare. . .unlike the girl who'd just rushed into the room ; receiving a less-than-amused stare from the teacher who was just finishing up roll call. She gave an amused snicker as a well-built blonde sitting a few seats over casually extended a foot, tripping the girl. Her smile faded for no more than a second or two as she couldn't help but feel bad. Something inside of her wanted to help the girl up. . .or at least give the guy a well deserved punch to the jaw. But that was the old Arabella and she'd made a point to leave her behind at her old school. No exceptions. So that smile of hers was quickly replaced with an amused smirk. " Well, wasn't that graceful. . .? " the words rolled from her tongue, dripping with sarcasm as she arched an eyebrow toward the girl ; the smirk not leaving her lips as she turned back in her seat to face the front of the room.

[AbbeyDawn]

.:Evermore Powers:.
Chrissie slumped down in her seat, evil-eying the blonde jerk who had tripped her up, wondering why there wasn't one nice, friendly person in this place. Dark, blue bruises had already started forming on her cheek and her hands, as she had used them trying to break the fall unsuccessfully. The girl glanced around at everyone in the back row, and sighed under her breath, wondering why the stupid barbie-dolls had to sit where she normally was.

(If you're wondering why i'm calling her Crissie, its because its one of her nick-names. (she's got like, three XD)

[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 rolled his eyes as the other students laughed at her, he waited until she was sat before heading to her, "you ok?" he asked Evermore placing his blues eyes on her, "don't mind them, they're all pretty much just a bunch of idiot persons..." he murmured

.: Elliot Hills (Elly) :.

"I'll be there for you when nobody else is..."

Elliot adjusted his snowboarding goggles over his eyes as he rode his old Harley to the school, he was already late and that didn't make him any happy. He parked fast and ran towards the classroom, he lowered his head as he passed by the teacher and could swear he had heard someone on the classroom saying something to do with 'four eyes' or 'there it comes the blind guy', he sighed and sat on one of the free tables at the back although he wanted to sit on the front, he sighed. 'I better not ask to though...they'll annoy me to h*ll' he through and took his stuff out ready to write down anything he could see or the teacher said
((sorry for the lack of sentences...))

[FallenAngel_BVB]

*Bookmarking*

[Tangerine Scream]

| Finished!!! <3 |

↳ ( Adele ) ( Seventeen ) ( Straight ) ( Barbiedoll ) ↲

— — — тнe вasιcs

naмe :: Jamie Adele Parker
nιcκ naмe :: Only the popular crowd can call her Adele and only her best girl friends can call her Della. Those who are freaks – outsiders – and delinquents – forget it.
gendeя :: The girliest girl on the planet
вιятнday :: July 28, 1994

— — — ιn тнe мιяяoя

нeιgнт :: Five foot three and a half
cloтнιиg ѕтуle :: Adele wears anything that looks great on her body, but usually she wears skinny jeans, high heels, and any shirt that she can find that can fit her. But her clothing can’t come from anywhere lame like JC Penney’s, she shops only from the richest stores.
dιѕтιиcтινe feaтυяeѕ :: Della isn't really distinctive, surprisingly.
вodу мodιfιcaтιoиѕ :: Two piercings in each ear. So really wants a bellybutton piercing, but her parents won’t let her.She also has a nose stud.

— — — яelaтιonsнιρs

cяυsн :: So – she thinks that weirdo Adam Johnson is interesting.
єχ(єѕ) :: Too many to count. Della is the Queen of dumping.
вeѕт fяιeиd :: She considers Minnie and Addy her best friends, little does she know they don’t really thinks she’s their’s.

— — — вacκgяound

тнeмe ѕong :: New Politics – Yeah Yeah Yeah
ѕєχυal oяιєnтaтιon :: Straighter than a stick – honey.
яandoм facт :: Dell is an A student and has been since 5th grade.
ρєяѕonalιту :: Della is… hard to explain. She is actually a really deep person with easily hurt feelings, but the ways she acts just so she can be popular is disgusting. Outwardly in school, she’s shallow and rude with little time for those lower in the social class – at the same time she’s ignoring the freaks and geeks, she sucking up to the jocks and the Barbie dolls. Unlike most popular girls, she isn’t completely confident with the way she looks though she may act like she is and insulting her appearance could make her break down. Underneath her hard yet glamorous exterior, a beautiful person hides inside. One as dorky as any Loner, as unique as any Freak, and as bad as any delinquent.
нιѕтoяу :: Adele is a girl who is spoiled, but not rotten, and she doesn’t act spoiled. Her parents tend to give her what she wants – except a naval piercing – and have done so for years. The Parker family is, if possible, some of the normal-est families around, with two boys and two girls. Max is in 8th grade this year and Chuck is in College and Adele’s sister is about 5 years old. Surprisingly, this family gets along well. And because they’re so normal – there’s not much of a family history. The Parkers moved to this town eighteen years ago and have lived in their mansion since then.

[valar morghulis]

| accepted ^^ |

[Todd.]

((lol anyone wants to RP? I've edited the last post so I started with Elliot as well))

[Tangerine Scream]

| Thanks! |

Adele walked into class calmly, not like the other losers who rushed in looking panicked. She casually waved at the teacher, who shot her a warning glare, and wandered down the aisle looking for a perfect seat. Finally she found it and she seated herself in between a cute jock and Arabella. Dropping her bookbag, Della leaned back in her chair, looking, if possible, gracefully lazy. In the shadow of her face, a smirk form as the teacher introduced the later students. She flashed Elliot a sneer and mouthed "hey four eyes".