School Drama RP

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School Drama RP

School Drama RP

So in this RP your character is trying to survive Middle School. They can either be in one of the groups, a loner, or a social butterfly (not really a member of any but has a couple friends in each).


Girly Girls (Popular) 

Girly Girls (Unpopular)

Smart Girls (Semi-popular)

Smart Girls (Unpopular)

Sportsy Girls (Semi-popular)

Artsy Girls (Semi-popular)

Kind Girls (Unpopular)

Sportsy Boys (Popular)

Troublemaking Boys (Popular)

Kind Boys (Unpopular)

Smart Boys (Unpopular)

Smart Boys (Popular)



1. Max three charries.

2. No OP charries.

3. If you like the idea enough to join but don't have time for it, then please don't join.


Character Form





Crush if any:


Friends in other groups if any: 




submitted by Indigo
(May 7, 2015 - 7:50 pm)


I dry my face on the fluffy towel and slowly walk out of the bathroom. Joining the others in the bedroom, I flop down on the couch next to Gigi. "You know, Katie doesn't seem as bad as you make her out to be, Brielle... you should give her a chance."

"Kat, were you not watching her??" she says in a hurt tone. "She and her friends just made us look like IDIOTS!!" She sniffles slightly, rubbing her eyes. "An-and now you wanna go be friends with her?"

I look down, feeling uncertain. I don't know if Brielle is acting or if it's geniune. I don't know what to do.

"Aww, poor dear," Riana says, giving her a gentle hug. "That SHE DEVIL will get what she deserves. I can be like, tell everyone how she was like, trashing your room. I mean, like, she did."

I look around. The room is a bit messier than usual, with a few things on the ground, but I don't think it's trashed.

Gigi fidgets in her seat, not saying anything, something VERY uncharacteristic for her.

"I'm going to leave early," I say abruptly. "I have loads of homework. The art teacher says we have to finish our drawing and have it in by Monday, and I barely started mine, and then there's a test in Science I really should study for..." I say, trailing off. Excuses won't sit well with Bri, but I don't want to be around that snake anymore. 

Bri opens her mouth, but then her phone beeps once, twice, three times, four times. With a frown, she pulls out her phone. She shows a line of texts from Andrew off to Rianna, each more desperate than the last, and the two high five. I pull out my own phone and text my mom.

<Mom, change of plans can u pick me up as soon as possible please?>

"Can't the homework wait?" Gigi asks, looking disappointed. I stare at my nails, which Gigi manicured perfectly early that night. The perfectly painted crimson nails accent my outfit, which is leggings and a pair of shorts, a red vest, and a brown long sleeved shirt. My green hair ruins the look but at the moment I don't really care. "I guess so, but my dad gets mad if I procrastinate," I say.

"Hey," Brielle says, giving a sweet smile. "I could help with your homework. We could all study and do our homework while having fun!!"

"Uh, ok," I say.

"Like," Rianna says, "That is the worst idea ever--" Brielle cuts her off, whispering something in her ear that shuts her up. Somehow I feel like I am still in the danger zone.


submitted by Indigo
(September 15, 2015 - 8:03 pm)


We had a long talk with Brielle's dad. It was kind of complicated, and it took some persuasion to convince him. "But-but-my baby wouldn't do that!" He kept repeating. Eventually, we got him on our side. He did scold us, though, for doing what we did to Brielle, Rianna, Kat, and Gigi (Or the bee and the rhino, as Mellie calls them). He decided that he woul give us three weeks of ongoing detention, but he would also justify Brielle and her freind's actions, too. Even though we had hi on our side now, I kow things are very far from over...


I don't know what to think anymore. I just-I don't know. What Brielle and Rianna did-what Katie and her friends did-I'm scared. Really scared. I've never been this scared. I just want to run away. Away from everything. I think-I think I might need to find new friends. I'm trying not to start crying. I love these guys and they're so nice to me-but now... I think it's time. "I have to go!" I run out of the room crying. I call my mom, and I barely am able to talk because I'm crying so much. "Hic... Sob... Please come!! Sob.. hic.. I need to go home."

submitted by Joss, age 12, ME
(October 7, 2015 - 1:30 pm)


submitted by TOP
(October 11, 2015 - 11:43 am)


submitted by TOP
(October 11, 2015 - 11:44 am)

Sorry for spelling errors, I wrote this on my Ipod. Also, I accidentally wrote I was 12, but I'm 13.

submitted by Joss, age 13, ME
(October 11, 2015 - 11:52 am)


Three weeks of detention. I have never once in my life gotten detention. What would my parents think? I lower my head in guilt and remorse, wringing my hands. Maybe I could make it up to him. "Sir...." I start, looking up. He turns to me and raises and eyebrow as a gulp. "I'll make it up to you. I've never gotten detention before...i don't know what my parents would think..."

If they were alive. 

He lets out a sigh and crosses his arms, "How, exactly, would you do that?"

"Well...i noticed you have an awfully large house.....I could...clean it for three weeks. Coming here after school for an hour. you like cookies?"

He pauses, then nods. "Yet that wouldn't be fair to your friends." I inwardly slapped my self and glance at my friends, who were nodding their heads slowly.

I can't even be a good friend anymore. I thought, devastated.

"Here," he says, "how about this. Two of you an hour after school. You can switch out. said something about cookies, right? Your mom's cookies were always best, even in highschool!"

My jaw dropped. He knew my mom? "They would be my cookies...." I said slowly, looking down.

He nodded, asking no more questions, much to my relief.  "And about Brielle....and her friends....Your grandpa has a farm? Correct? Well, i'm sure he could use the extra help." He said, almost smiling. I felt a small gurgle of happiness but quickly pushed it down and nodded.

"I need to talk to my friends first. They have to be okay with it too." 

submitted by Katydid
(October 15, 2015 - 1:59 pm)


"It's a great idea," I say instantly, as soon as wel go into a little huddle. Being like Katie, as in I've never had a detention before, I understand her motives completely. "I'd do that instead of detention any day."

Before we can continue talking, the doorbell rings and the butler answers.

"Um, hello," says a feminine voice. "I'm here to pick up Gigi."
"Right this way, madam," says the butler, in a much kinder voice than he had used with us. 

But, putting that aside, wasn't Gigi spending the night? I turn back into the huddle to see everyone looking just as confused as me.

"I'll go check it out," I whisper, and slowly and stealthily slip from the huddle. Brielle's dad doesn't notice, so I tiptoe up the stairs.

There's crying coming from the bathroom. I press my ear to the door.

"But Gigi, what happened? And look at yourself! What have you been doing?"
Gigi hiccups. "Just bring me home!"
"I want an explination first! What did you do to your hair? Honey, I don't know why you're crying like this, and I want to know why!"

Gigi bursts into another fit of sobbing. "Just bring me home, mom! I just want to go *hic!* home!"

"Okay, honey, fine... come on..."

I jump out of the way just in time and slink into the shadows. If I go down now, I'll be spotted by the butler and told off for eavesdropping. So I sink down in the floor, prepared to wait just a few minutes so I can rejoin the group.

submitted by St.Owl, age Recarnated, Everywhere
(October 15, 2015 - 4:22 pm)


submitted by TOP
(October 11, 2015 - 11:44 am)


submitted by top
(October 11, 2015 - 11:45 am)

tippity top

submitted by top
(October 11, 2015 - 11:45 am)


submitted by Top
(October 11, 2015 - 11:46 am)


submitted by POST
(October 11, 2015 - 11:47 am)

Pretty please with a cherry on TOP!

submitted by Top, Please!
(October 11, 2015 - 11:48 am)


submitted by fop
(October 11, 2015 - 11:48 am)


submitted by This is awesome
(October 11, 2015 - 11:49 am)