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).
GROUPS
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)
RULES
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
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Crush if any:
Groups:
Friends in other groups if any:
(May 7, 2015 - 7:50 pm)
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(May 15, 2015 - 12:54 pm)
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(May 15, 2015 - 12:55 pm)
~Kat~
We do some push-ups and pull-ups and things, then our gym teacher, a short, fit woman with graying hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, orders us to run twenty laps. Riana and I start running. We run five laps, then Riana stops in front of the gym teacher and says in a sweet voice, "Excuse me, I have a sore throat and I'm really thirsty. Do you think I could get some water?" The gym teacher nods and she heads off to drink some water. I keep on running for the next five laps, then slow to a jog. Riana comes back two laps later and we start running again. We're almost done with the last of the twenty laps when the bell rings. Riana and I head to the bathrooms, where we change again. Riana produces a small pink comb from her gym bag and combs the nonexistent tangles out of her hair, washes her face, and changes. I change and wait for Riana, then we both put our gym stuff away and head to the cafeteria.
The cafeteria:
I get in line for my lunch with Riana. One of the girls from the Girly Girl Unpopular leans over and whispers in my ear, "Katie's a pyscho."
(May 15, 2015 - 1:59 pm)
.:Brielle:.
I grit my teeth, shooting daggers at Dr. Foreman. "Are you going to tell me where my dad is or not?"
"I'm sorry, Brielle," Dr. Foreman murmurs, "but I can't say. He told me to keep it a secret. For now, at least."
I exhale with relief. Dad does this all the time. "A surprise or whatever?"
"Something like that," he replies with a wink. I cringe. Who actually winks anymore?
Dr. Foreman helps me up back into the cot, and I request for my purse, which is hidden amongst my book bag and clothes in a heap near the chair. Hey, I might have left my phone at home, but a girl should always have a back-up. Back-up phone, I mean. Literally.
Despite the "no phones" rule at school, I know Rianna always brings hers anyway, so I shoot her a quick text.
BRIELLE: Hey it's me. I'm in the emergency room.
RIANNA: omgg. r u ok?!??!?! We were sooo worried.
BRIELLE: ikr. Tell the squad I say xoxo.
RIANNA: will do
BRIELLE: have u heard from andy btw?
RIANNA: yeah he came up to me and the girls and asked what ur fave flowers r. no idea why.
BRIELLE: awhh so thats how he knew!!
RIANNA: knew what
BRIELLE: he sent a bouquet to the hospital for meeeee :)
RIANNA: aaaaaaah r u serious hes like in love w/ u
BRIELLE: duhh <3
RIANNA: so happy for u guys!!!!! has he asked u to the dance yet?
BRIELLE: not yet, hes probs just thinking of a creative way to ask me
RIANNA: thats so cute
BRIELLE: right?? anyways whats going on at school
RIANNA: drama galore. everyone knows katies a psycho by now
BRIELLE: well its true, my dads getting her expelled so thats the last well ever see of her >:)
RIANNA: yayyyyyyyyyyy
BRIELLE: whooooooooo
RIANNA: aw sorry bri gtg, lunch is almost over and i havent even eaten anything yet lol. ill text u asap
BRIELLE: you better
RIANNA: pinky swear!! hah bye
BRIELLE: byee
(May 15, 2015 - 4:01 pm)
oh my, your handwriting... So neat...
(May 15, 2015 - 9:24 pm)
Awesome drawing, Indigo! :)
WILLOW
PE. Running laps. Usually good at it. Distracted. Katie's moving. Can't think of anything else. Can't even make a full sentence!!! My best friend. Is moving. To HAWAII!!!! I can't live!!!!! I get choked up. All the time. Today. Coach yells at me. I ask to go to the bathroom. I run to the bathroom, splash water on my face, and cry. And cry. And cry more. Breathe in, breathe out. Have a pep talk with myself: Katie's moving, but I need to get used to it. We'll still text and e-mail and facetime and write letters. And maybe I can visit her in the summer. I can't let Katie see I'm this sad about it, because that will make her feel worse about moving. And I can't let this take over my life. I sigh and choke back tears. Rianna comes in the bathroom and glares at me. "What are you doing here, you miserable wretch?!?" She puts her arm up to hit me, but I grab her arm. "Rianna," I say, "I don't know exactly what happened with you and Katie, and I think the drawing Erin made of Briella was wrong. It's a serious thing to get a concussion. But I also believe the way you have reacted to these episodes is not very mature, and I would like to ask you to please stop being so violent and mean to people. If you go away and spread a rumor or say nasty things about us to your friends, keep in mind that you're just proving my point." Rianna stares daggers at me as I let go of her arm. "You-You! AHH!" She stomps off out of the bathroom. I'm a little nervous; she probably is going to start spreading rumors about me, but I'm glad I stood up to her. I inhale and exhale, and go back to the gym.
GIGI
I just HATE running laps soo much. Why was gym ever invented? it messes up my hair! And you get all sweaty. Plus the gym uniform is horrible and ugly and... horribly ugly! I'm soo glad to get that done and over with. This morning, a new post was on the bulletin board for the middle school prom. It's on a different day than Katie's grandfather's party is, which is good. Kati'e grandpa's party is said to be so much fun! I even have a hot pink, flouncy party dress I picked out! But I don't know if Brielle will let us go now that Katie did what she did, revealing what a horrible psycho she is.
ANDY
I have no idea how I'll get the nerve to ask Brielle out to the prom! What if she says no? On the bright side, we ran laps today in gym. I'm REALLY good at long distance running, and I think it's fun, too.
(May 15, 2015 - 3:25 pm)
Nora it looks like the admins edited part of your text messages to make it grammaticly correct. Lol! I love love love <3 this rp especially the Willow and Booksy characters. You barely even started and this thread already has over 100 comments........... Wow that's a lot. And your all super good writers! I wish I was that good. Keep it up guys :D
(May 15, 2015 - 4:54 pm)
I'm really not the best writer, but im working on it!!!!
And I came up with this system to help keep everything organized.
So, you post the day or whatever, Day1 quarter2 for example.
And then you would post the general time. Here they are!!!
Before school
1st hour (Home room)
2nd hour
3rd hour, etc....
Bus
After school
After dinner
That's about it. And when you are in passing time put: To 4th hour.
Example:
Day5 Quarter3; Bus.
Does that work? And I'm on my Ipod, so sorry if everything is wacko.
Admins, could you try and post the things in the same time area next to each other? So instead of moving on, then ending up going back we could have it kinda organized? Sorry if this is too much, you don't have to.
We post all comments in the order they come in, and we have no control over the place they go. I think they appear after whatever comment they are replying to.
Admin
(May 15, 2015 - 6:08 pm)
Aww.... ThANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!!!!!! :):):) Willow says thanks too. You're SO nice! I think you could be a really great writer if you tried!!! I don't think my writing is that good, but thanks!!! Thank you so much! You made my day!!! :):):) I hope you keep reading the RP!!!
(May 15, 2015 - 6:20 pm)
~Kat~
Turning the statement about Katie's mentality over in my mind, I move forward in the line and grab a plate. Riana, behind me, grumbles at everyone to move faster. The line noticably speeds up and I have the napkin and fork in no time at all. I examine the options for the salad and then serve myself some lettuce, cucumbers, croutons, and tomatoes. I squeeze some salad dressing on, then move on to the main dish section. Today the main dish is spagetti and meatballs. I grab some meatballs and pasta, keep moving. I grab a chocolate chip cookie and move up to the counter. "Twelve ninety-nine," the lunch lady tells me. I hand her three dollar bill and two fives. When Riana's paid, too, we sit down with Gigi, who already got her lunch. There's a beeping sound and Riana pulls out a phone. Turning slightly so as to shield her phone from view, she starts texting. I raise one eyebrow slightly. Phones aren't allowed at school, but I turn away and start talking with Gigi.
"Would you rather have a cat or a dog?" I ask her. "See, my birthday's coming up soon, in a month or something, and earlier my parents said I could get a pet for my birthday."
"OMG! You should so tots get a dog. Maybe a chiwawa?"
"Yeah, chiwawas are good," Riana pipes in, still texting. "Maybe you should get a Persian cat?"
"I really like shelties and border collies and dogs like that. Maybe one of those?"
Gigi shrugs, then starts telling me some gossip she heard about Ms. Congo.
After lunch is Art. Gigi doesn't have Art, and neither does Riana, so I say goodbye and grab the notepad, art pencils and special eraser my dad got me for Art.
I sit down near the front of the room. Katie comes rushing in, late. The only spot left is next to me. She sits down kind of gingerly, not really looking at me. I bite my lip and look down.
The teacher, Ms. Deli, a slim woman in skinny jeans and a simple white t-shirt, comes up to the front and starts telling us about shading. I try and pay attention but I keep glancing at Katie and seeing her glance at me. Then she gives us an assignment: draw a cube and shade it.
(May 15, 2015 - 6:44 pm)
I have NO IDEA where we are. Should we all just get home and go to bed? Katie and Johnson, along with Willow, are already in bed. Sooo...can everyone else catch up and we can get to the next day of school? And, are we going to describe in detail each day or maybe skip some days now and then?
(May 15, 2015 - 8:19 pm)
um just 4 future reference, its chihuahua not chiwawa.
(October 17, 2015 - 2:05 pm)
Mellie~
The school day went pretty fine after that. When our lunch was over I went to Art class, did the assignment... Draw a cube and shade it.
Wasn't to good at it, I was always sneaking glances at Katie and Kat. After art was done, I went to PE and did the laps. I am so bad at running. I seriously need some exersise.
School, finally over.
"Vi, Booksy, wanna meet after school? We should talk about the Katie Concussion." That's what it's called now. Pretty weird.
"Sure," Vi replies.
"Yeah!" Booksy smiles.
(May 15, 2015 - 9:44 pm)
.:Brielle:.
It's been a long day. After hours of dozing off multiple times in a row and begrudingly accepting the juice Dr. Foreman forces me to drink in between, my dad still isn't back from wherever he is. I yawn and roll over on the cot, rubbing sleep out of my eyes as I slap the surface of the sheets, feeling around for my phone. It displays the time when I click the power button: 3:12 pm. School will be dismissed in just a few minutes.
"You've got mail, Brielle," a nurse announces as she moves from room to room, pausing to hand me a very large, very lumpy yellow package and leaving just as quickly as she came. I carefully open the top and empty the contents next to me on the cot, sitting crosslegged. The sunset-tinted high-low flowy rayon dress I'd had my eye on for months, courtesy of Riana. An amazing-quality deluxe nail polish and accessorizing set, thanks to Gigi. And Kat's famous croissants, a.k.a. heaven in a plastic box. I rip the container open, tearing a thick, fluffy section off of one and popping it in my mouth. Deliciousness.
My phone beeps, startling me.
RIANNA: do u like ur presents? ;)
BRIELLE: yess. thx girls
RIANNA: no prob. kat and gigi say hi. kat is very excited about her croissants.
BRIELLE: tell her she is a culinary genius.
RIANNA: she is, isnt she
BRIELLE: and howd u know ive been wanting that dress??
RIANNA: bri. sweetie. im ur bff. therefore i am obligated to know everything and anything about u, whether or not u know it urself
BRIELLE: aw
RIANNA: gigi wants to know if u like her present too
BRIELLE: ofc. thanks g
RIANNA: she says ur welcome. and just so u know that kit was really expensive, so u better be grateful
BRIELLE: sassy much?
RIANNA: its my specialty
BRIELLE: cant argue with that logic
RIANNA: ughhh gtg again. but ill video chat u when i get home
BRIELLE: k
(May 15, 2015 - 11:13 pm)
I'm going to fast forward Kat through to after school.
~Kat~
My mom picks me up in her SUV and quickly drives me to her work.
"There's some cookies in the staff room, darling," she says, glancing at her watch. "I have to fly, there's a meeting in five minutes." I nod and sit down at the space in her office she set up for me. I open up my backpack and pull out Summer and Bird. I look at it for a minute, then put it away again and pull out the drawing pad and other drawing supplies I have for Art instead. I draw a bouquet of flowers, then write in swirling handwriting around the flowers, "GET WELL SOON". I look at it for a minute then decide it needs color. I glance around the office but my mom doesn't have any colored pencils, so I carefully put it away, resolving to color it later.
I breeze through the easy math worksheet and read the chapter for science, then answer the questions in my journal. The only other piece of my homework is typing up that essay for Language Arts but I can do that at home. I go grab a cookie from the staff room and read Summer and Bird for a while. My mom comes in when I'm at page 89. I pack up my things and we head home.
Once home, I pull out the journal I keep full of my recipes and start making some crossiants for Bri. I set the timer and grab my colored pencils. Sitting down at the counter, I color the bouquet of flowers. The timer rings just as my sister opens the door, her bike helmet still on. "Sorry I'm late, Mom, but I had detention."
"DETENTION?" My mom gasps. She grabs my sister by the shoulders and steers her into the den. Even from the kitchen, I can the raised voices.
(May 15, 2015 - 10:44 pm)