---Life in the f a s t lane---High School RP-Accepting

[khaleesi,]

{Okay that is good and curious since the other lead skater is never on can Elizabeth be lead skater?}

-Elizabeth Painted with other artists in an alley. SHe painted a white tiger-

(And she may act like she did before MAY}

[r u e s s]

(Hey MusicIsLife, do you prehaps want Daisy and Jake have been dating before now, because I don't really want to have to redo where we got up to, if you want them to still be dating . Does that sound okay for you? )

[MusicIsLife]

- Sounds good to me. -

[sivan]

[Just gonna guess, before school, right? Also, I'm going to delete Heren and Alex, I dont really use them.]

Josh Mellark

I get up and bite my lip. School. Again. I go to the bathroom and have a quick shower, conditioning it to make it soft, and then get dressed. I lazily walk to the kitchen and throw some waffles in the toaster, grabbing the cool whip and raspberries. I loaded on the Cool Whip and raspberries when the waffle are finished, and then eat. When I finish, he brush my teeth and then grab my green and gray backpack. I shov in my just organized backpack and then slid outside my door. I squint as the sun hits my eyes, as if I have never seen the light before. I walk down the driveway, as if going to get into the car, but keep walking. Ugh, why can't I just take the car? Ya that dreaded place I call school is just down the block, but really? It proves I have a ride. Not that anyone would care about me. A loser.
When I get to the building, I go in quickly, and go into the hallways that are starting to fill. Down the hall I go, towards my locker. Which is beside Emma Larkson's locker, one of the most popular girls in school. How ironic, the shiest guy's locker beside the most popular girl's locker. I glance at the locker no one to be seen by it. Sighing in relief, I open up my locker and grab my Math Textbook and head in the direction of Math.

[khaleesi,]

-Elizabeth looked at her clock and she headed to school from the alley she got to school and grabbed her books and headed to math-

[maroon.]

Emma woke up,tearing off her blanket and taking a quick shower.She ran down stairs,grabbing a mini-bagel off the counter,that was supposed to be her sisters.Emma jumped in her car and drove quickly to school applying makeup as she went.She walked up the path and into the school,getting to get locker right as Josh walked down the hall.Taking her books out of her locker she walked to math,slipping inside.

-I have my other charries avalible.-

[**DELETE THIS]

Lydia walked through the school, holding her head high as she recived her daily does of insults. Sl*t. Wh*re. Loser. she knew them all, and she ducked into the auditorium for sanctuary. She pulled out her guitar, a smile lighting up her face for the first time that day

Anyone open for Lydia?))

[sivan]

[Josh doesn't havea crush on Emma, yet at least. You may take him off the list if you feel the need.]

Josh Mellark

As I place my books down on my usual desk at the back of the class, Emma walks in. 'What kind of drama will today bring?' I think, knowing that something is most likely going to happen. Being brave, I flash her a quick smile and then look away at the board as if something interesting was on it.

[maroon.]

-*Is too lazy*Im gonna join your HG RP,when it opens.-

Emma walked into class in her superman sweatershirt,skinny jeans,and flats.When Josh smiled at her,she smiled back,a little to late.Josh had looked at the board...she took a seat and wrote random things and her thoughts as notes.Emma glanced back at Josh.

[sivan]

[Is open now]

Josh Mellark

I grin as I feel Emma's eyes fall on me, but then just leaned against my desk and then casually sat up on it. I take out my binder swiftly, not dare make any more eye contact with Emma, then opened it up. I doodle, and then glance at Emma, making a second of eye contact, which truely felt like a lifetime. It's not like I like her, in that way. I wouldn't mind being friends with her, but someone like me with someone like her would just be... almost awkward. I barely speak, and I'm pretty sure she is a talkative person.