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)

Here are the semi popular arsty girls:

Katie: The smart, shy girl of the group. When around other people, she's really shy, but around her friends, she's a daredevil. She's also one of the top students in class, and the smartest one in the group. She also likes singing, it's just hard for her to sing in front of a crowd since she's shy.

Willow: The kind of go-with-the-flow girl who is involved with all the arts. She is sort of the group's spokesperson, and she hates seeing her friends bullied. She's really calm most of the time, and tries to enjoy the simple things in life. She loves all the arts, but espicially drama.

Erin: The independent one of the group. Can be pretty shy and quiet, but a bit more open to her friends. She is a serious person, and usually has a calm mind. She does well in school and is very attentive. She loves art because it is a great way to express the emotions she has bottled up inside her.

I hope that these descriptions are OK with you guys, if you want to change anything, you can.


submitted by Joss
(May 12, 2015 - 6:22 pm)


submitted by Katydid
(May 12, 2015 - 8:49 pm)

That sounds great!

submitted by St.Owl, age Recarnated, Everywhere
(May 13, 2015 - 5:05 pm)



My homeroom teacher is great. Not the subject she teaches-- I hate math-- but she's one of the sweetest teachers in the school. She gives me my schedual, and it says:
7:50-9:00: Math

9:05-10:15: Science

10:20-10:45: Brunch break

10:50-12:00: Art (my elective)

12:05-12:45: Lunch

12:50-2:00: Gym

12:05-3:15: Language Arts

Not bad.




submitted by St.Owl, age Recarnated, Everywhere
(May 12, 2015 - 6:33 pm)

I organized the Sportsy Boys. If I got anything wrong or if you want to change anything, then please do... Sportsy Boys Popular:

Christoff: The go-with-the-flow guy who's calm, cool, and collected. He is a kind of chill person, and he's really nice, too. And handsome.

Johnston: He's the friendly guy who everyone likes. He's a pretty popular guy who does well in school and in sports. He's nice to everyone, and protective of his sister, or anyone being bullied.

Jamie: The funny guy who makes everyone laugh. He can sometimes be a class clown, and he hangs out with Jak all the time. He's also really nice.

Andy: The ideal popular sportsy boy. Basically that sums it up. He's calm, cool, collected, nice, toughish, cute, handsome, good at sports, ETC.

Jason: The handsome quarterback that everyone has a crush on. He's super cute and handsome and stuff... Sort of go with the flow, laid back, good sport.

I hope nothing's offensive.

And @ Nora, the comment I made about the talent show wasn't supposed to mean that, I just meant it would be cool if Willow and Katie won the talent show, not to get revenge on Briella... At first I didn't even notice the beginning where she was addressing it to you! So, sorry for any misunderstandings...

submitted by Joss
(May 12, 2015 - 6:46 pm)

Oh, it's okay! I was just thinking, you know, since Brielle wins the talent show every year, it'd be cool if Willow and Katie won this year. Not to purposely make Brielle feel bad, but it would be like way. If that makes sense? Probably doesn't.

Oh, and by the way, it's Brielle with an e, not Briella. Just so you know! {: 

submitted by Nora the Singer
(May 12, 2015 - 11:02 pm)

Oh! I thought you were being sarcastic! Sorry... And sorry I keep spelling your name wrong! 

submitted by Joss
(May 13, 2015 - 9:50 am)

Awh, you're so sweet! No, I wasn't being sarcastic; I was agreeing with you! Brielle might be my character, but trust me, I hate her guts. I'd love to see her get humiliated in front of the entire school. *rubs hands together evilly*

And don't worry about the spelling thing. I totally get it. Brielle is a super uncommon name!

submitted by Nora the Singer
(May 13, 2015 - 4:51 pm)

Kk that's good... For a second I was nervous.

submitted by Joss
(May 13, 2015 - 7:45 pm)


I blink my eyes opening, groaning slightly. It's 7:30, be- I'm GONNA BE LATE!!! I jump out of bed, sliding toward the closet. Finding the first shirt, I pull it on. Jeans, shoes, breakfast, brush teeth, done. I wave goodbye to mom and rush to the bus.

Vi (Viola. calls her Vi) and Booksy are already there, chatting about school. I sit next to them, slamming my backpack down.

"Heya, Vi, Booksy!" I laugh, fist pumping Viola. "How's life? You doing good?"

"Yup, Mel," Vi replies, poking Booksy. Booksy smiles.

"The popular kids doing anything?" I ask, looking around. The popular boys have picked a sit right next to us, joking and laughing to the strangest jokes. I shake my head at them.

"Nothing much." Booksy sighs. "A girly girl slammed her backpack into my head." I frown.

"Which one? The Bee or The Rhino? (Mellie's name for Brielle and Rianna)" I urge.

"Rhino." Booksy rumages through her backpack.

"What's your first class?" Vi asks.

"Miss Congo. Heard Bee and Kat have that class too," I groan.

"I have Congo to. Let's start making nicknames for this teacher," Booksy chuckles. 

submitted by Danie
(May 12, 2015 - 8:06 pm)

"Although I actually like Ms. Congo," I add.

Mellie rolls her eyes, "Of course you do. You like all the teachers!"

"Did you get your schedules?" Viola asks.

"Yup." I pull out my schedule, which reads:

7:50: Language Arts (Yay!)

9:05 Math

10:15: Brunch break 

10:50: P.E. (Groan)

11:40: Ellective (creative writing) (double yay!)

12:50: Lunch break

1:30: History

2:50 Science 


Note: The popular girls really like to pick on and gossip about Booksy.  

submitted by Booksy Owly
(May 13, 2015 - 4:55 pm)


I stroll into Science to find that Gigi's already there. I sit down next to her, putting my stuff down. She whispers, "I'm bringing my nail polish collection," which makes me grin. Gigi has hundreds of colors of nail polish and all sorts of brushes. Mr.Ter, a middle-aged man with a balding head, comes walking up to the front and starts droning on about memorizing the periodic table. He choses two kids to pass out a pre test and then retreats to his desk. I pull out my pale pencil bag with love written on it in curly red letters and take out a mechanical pencil. I glance at the first question. 

What kind of element is copper?

A) a metal

C) a nonmetal

D) a gas

4) copper isn't an element

I circle A. Gigi subtly passes me a note. I open it up and read: I heard that girl Katie was bothering Bri and Riana. I glance around, then write, What for? Gigi replies, Katie hit Riana in the face with a door and Katie shoved Bri so all her books fell. Something about it seems wrong somehow. Katie seems like a nice enough girl, even though she isn't good enough to be in the Squad. Maybe it was all an accident?

Mr. Ter sees me writing on the note and snatchs it away. "No notes during tests, pretests or otherwise."


submitted by Indigo
(May 12, 2015 - 10:28 pm)


The brunch bell finally rings. Social Studies is over. I breathe a sigh of relief, stuffing my notebook in my book bag and slinging it over my shoulder. Andy joins me by the door with that amazing smile of his.

"Walk you to class? Well, not technically's brunch...but, you know - "

"Sure, I'd love that," I blurt out, to stop him from babbling. His smile widens.

"Cool." Andy's long strides are normally too fast to keep up with, but he slows down for me. We make our way throughout the sea of kids and eventually reach the dining hall. 

"Oh - I left my purse in my locker. I'll be right back," I assure Andy, hurrying into the next hall. In my defense, Andy can be very distracting. I mean, have you seen his face? 

I'm just passing the girls' room on my way when the door slams right into my face, causing me to stumble backwards and collapse onto the floor.

I shriek, pressing my palm to my throbbing cheek. The pain is unbearable. I narrow my eyes at the culprit. None other than Katie herself. I can actually hear her stifle a laugh. The nerve of her...

"What's wrong with you?" I scream at the top of my lungs, dizziness overwhelming my brain. A crowd begins to circle around me.

"Oh my gosh, what happened?"

"Are you okay?" 

"Should I go get the nurse?"

The voices are coming from all different directions, and sound about as loud as gunshots in my head. The worried faces morph into a single blur. I can't think straight.

Soon Nurse Lawrence is arriving at the scene, shining a small flashlight in my eyes and telling me to follow the light. I try my best.

"Looks like a minor concussion," she decides. "Everyone out of the way! Give Brielle some space." A wide path forms for me, and an office assistant provides a wheelchair. Nurse Lawrence hoists me up and lays me down gently. I close my eyes. I must be dreaming. I can feel my eyes rolling around in their sockets.

Then everything goes black. 

submitted by Nora the Singer
(May 12, 2015 - 11:33 pm)


As I get ready for algebra, a girl from the Girly Girl unpopular group slides over next to me. "Did you hear what happened to Briella and Rianna?" I shake my head, confused. "No. Did they get in trouble for something?" The girl glances around, leans in close to me, and whispers like she's sharing a big secret: "No, but I heard that Katie slammed Rianna's face into a door, and she pushed Briella so all her books fell. At least, I heard that from Faith, who heard it from Casey, who heard it from Giavanna." My eyes widened. Gossip! Who knew if it was true or not? Who cares? I sort of am addicted to gossiping... My mom treats it like a bad habit, but it's SUPER fun. At science, Kat sits down next to me. I smile as I tell her "I'm bringing my nail polish." She knows it's for the party, it's a thing. I can usually tell what she means all the time, and she can usually tell what I mean all the time. She grins, and that makes me smile. I like making the squad happy. As the tests are passed out, I remember what the girl said to me earlier. I pass a not to Kat.

I heard that Katie was bothering Bri and Riana.

Kat's suprised. She glances around, and passes a note back to me.

What for?

I pass a note back to her.

Katie hit Riana in the face with a door and Katie shoved Bri so all her books fell.

The teacher, Mr.Ter, catches us. "No notes during tests, pre-tests or otherwise." I slouch in my seat and pout. After class, Riana comes up to me. "The school dance is coming up." "How do you know?" "Bri told me." I think about who's going to ask me... 

submitted by Joss, age 12, ME
(May 13, 2015 - 7:40 am)


I sit in the principal's office, staring at the paperwork on his desk rather than at him. "So you say it was an accident?" he asks. I nod. "But let me ask again, why did you kick the door?"

" I was...angry at..Rianna," I mutter in a quiet whisper. I can feel the vibrations in the floor when he leans in to hear better.

"That sounds like a good reason to attack her friend."

"No!... I um... How would I know she was behind the door?"

He ponders this for a moment. "I suppose you couldn't."

"I-I have to...get to class."

"Well, no more kicking doors and giving people concussions."

I feel all color drain from my face. "She-she got a concussion?"

"Yes, she will be okay though." He pauses. "Why w- Never mind, go eat, Katie."

I hang my head and stand up, then I turn and slowly exit the office. I head toward the dining area, grab my lunch box from my locker, and when I enter get a lot of stares. Some admiring and some scared to death. I sit down next to Willow and set my lunch box down. "Why the long face? You just beat up Brielle."

"Exactly," I mutter. "But I gave her a concussion. There's  no telling what she will do to me."

Willow pats me on the shoulder. The only other time we talk is for a little when Erin and Paige come  sit with us. 


Talking back to Riann is one thing. Brielle is totally different. I have no idea what will happen to my sister, so I'm going to keep an eye and stick close to her. "Johnston!" I turn. Christoff is talking to me.

"Andy says he's got a bone to pick with your sister."

I gulp, "Well then I've got a bone to pick with him." Suddenly I hear a laugh ring out from across the room. It's a beautiful laugh. I look toward its origin, from a beautiful person. Willow. I stare for a moment then snap back to reality. "You guys going to tryout?"

"For what?"

"Going to Washington. Remember? We get to go to a class if we win a tryout. There are ones for dance and art and all sorts of stuff."

"Ah." We finish brunch in silence. 





submitted by Katydid
(May 13, 2015 - 10:28 am)