Hey Coconut,

We have a lot of new characters already, so you can join, but you would have to be an old charachter that is up for adoption. Here are the options:

Name: Mellie Quintero

Age: 13

Appearance: Lightish blond hair with blue dye. Brown eyes, short, wears glasses and green braces.

Personality: Friendly, laughs a lot, makes puns. Very social amongst her
friends, but gets shy with new people. Hates popular kids, nerdy,
proud. Gets sensitive and angry when people make fun of her. Very
dramatic when alone. For example, she will pretty much think she likes
all boys, or that her friend problem will kill her life. Gets dark
thoughts. Pretty much exactly me.

Groups: Kind and Smart group (Both unpopular)

Friends: The smart girls and the artsy girls.

Name: Paige Meroe

Age: 7th grade

Appearnce: Long blonde hair that's always in a high ponytail, vibrant
green eyes. She's fairly tan, and is wearing soccer stuff 60 percent of
the time.

Personaility: Funny and likes making people laugh. Doesn't really get
the whole "girly-girl" society, but just roles with it. Kinda
competitive, but a good sport, both when she looses and when she wins.
Popular, but not as much as the girly girls. 

Crush: She's too busy for that. But if some soccer-playing boy came along, she just might crush on him.

Groups: Semi Popular Artsy Girl.

She's basically the most sporty artsy girl.

Name: Jason Meroe

Age: 7th grade (him and Paige are twins)

Appearnce: Golden hair that just makes itself be perfect, dreamy blue eyes, tan. Muscles, cuz he' said quarterback.

Personality: Similar to his twin, laid-back  and a good sport. Has this way of smiling that makes you want to faint.

Groups: Popular Sporty Boy

You can be as many of them as you want!

Penny~

I smile awkwardly and sit down next to Gigi and Taylor, who are both beaming. Slowly I find a grin starting to spread across my face and look away. Not too bad so far. "What are you guys doing after school?" Taylor asks, sipping her water.

"I'm going to the salon. My mom works there so Im going to do my homework," I respond, eating a bite of pizza.

"Your mom is a hairsylist?" Gigi's jaw drops.

I nod. "One of the best!"

Katie~

I sit down next to Willow and snicker Paige's antics. "Any of you guys have art as an elective?" I ask. "I have art eighth hour."

"You do know you can't take art all year, right?" Willow asks, nudgeing me with her elbow.

I chuckle and overdramitcally sigh. "I know. Whatever shall I do? Maybe Ill just have to stop school!!"

The artsy girls laugh and I grin sheepishly, noticing a girl standing mindlessly looking for someplace to sit. I beckon her over. Noting her notebook covered with doodles. 

Taylor~

I fold open my tinfoil wrapped sandwich and peer at it. Ick, what is in this thing? "Are you guys liking hight school so far?" Gigi asks. She has bought a school lunch. Not the most appealing thing I have ever seen, but still. My dad's lunch making skills (today it's tomatoes and mayo) really need some improvement. 

"Weeeell, it's okay." Penny says. "I mean, it's school, but, sure. It's different from middle school."

"Our homeroom teacher hardly says anything!" Gigi laughs. "He just writes on the board and makes us copy everything down!"

"Too true!" I agree. What... did my dad put... APPLES in this sandwich? Okay. I'm throwing this out. "Okay, my lunch is so disgusting." I say, standing up. "I need to throw this away or else I will, like, die from food poisoning."

I walk toward the trash can and drop it in. Phew, I'm rid of that. I rummage through my lunch bag and pull out a container of baby carrots. That's my main course, I guess. That's it. No, it's not, there's a piece of paper in it. 

I am too old for lunchbag notes. For that matter, I should probably pack my own lunches, firstly because I am now in ninth grade, secondly so I don't starve. I unfold the note, making sure Gigi and Penny don't see it. They are talking about hair, Penny's mom, if she'll give Gigi a discount. What will they think if they see? I don't know them that well yet.

It's not my dad's writing. It's Lana's, his girlfriend. What's SHE doing in my lunch?

Tay: Have a great day at school. Good luck in high school! I love you! Kisses, Lana 

No. She can't. She is not my mom and she will never be. How... how dare she. Even my dad doing this is bad enough. No. No way. I rip the note up and dash out of the cafeteria, calling something about needing to use the bathroom.  

.:Brielle:.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. "Katie, relax. That rivalry we used to have is so two years ago." And I mean it. In order to get a college scholarship, since Crystal's been criticizing every little thing my dad pays for these days, I need to focus more in school. Which means no. More. Drama. I simply don't have time for it.

For now, anyway.

To the new girl, I say, "Hi, I'm Brielle Fawn. Welcome to Eastwood High."

"H-hi," the purple-haired girl mumbles.

I smile, pulling up a chair. "Well?"

She blinks, nonplussed. "Well, what?"

"Aren't you going to tell me your name?"

The girl glances hesitantly toward Katie, who shrugs.

"I'm Ariana. Ariana Levine," she says, turning back to me.

I nod, taking a swig of my water. "Cool hair. Purple really complements your complexion."

Ariana eyes me suspiciously, just a tiny tinge of hope lingering in her expression. "Really?"

"Really. I've been thinking about dyeing my hair too. What color do you think I should get?" I pull a few platinum blonde strands from my ponytail closer to my face, examining the color.

Ariana cocks her head sideways, pondering over this. "I'm not sure. Blue, maybe, to make your eyes pop."

"I was just thinking the exact same thing!" I squeal, excited. "Like, I could dip-dye the tips!"

Ariana thinks for a moment, then nods eagerly. "That would look so pretty!" 

Paige coughs loudly, and Ariana pushes her chair back, startled. "Um, I have to go. My next class is all the way across campus, and - I have to go. It was nice meeting you, Brielle." She slings her backpack over her shoulder in a flourish and skitters out of the cafeteria. I wave indifferently, not that she's looking anywhere in my direction.

"Good talk," I remark, standing up. "Later, Katie."  

Penny~

"You guys want to hear a joke?" I ask. Taylor and Gigi both turn to look at me, their beautiful eyes sparkling in the caferteria light. "Ill take that as a yes," I giggle. "Okay so..." I pause, snickering. 

"Don't laugh yet! You haven't even told the joke!" Gigi giggles, her beyond perfect ringlets swaying as she does so.

"Sorry," I apologize. Taking a deep breath, I begin again. "So you guys have..." I snicker, "heard of the three rings of marriage?"

"No. Only two," Taylor answers, giggling at my antics.

"Well, there's the engagement ring, wedding ring, and suffering!" I cover my mouth and hold in my laughing.

"Wait....suffer....ing! Suffer ring!!" Gigi bursts out laughing. "Taylor? Don't you get it?" Taylor nods, her mouth closed and her face turning red. She lets out part of a laugh, but cuts it off.

"Taylor...your face!" I guffaw, hitting the table and resting my forehead in my hand while my elbow supports me from the table.

Taylor finally starts laughing, giving Gigi a new spurt of laughs.

After approximately five minutes of on-off laughter, we kept on stopping only to look at each other and begin again. I sigh, grinning. "Not so bad of a start for high school, eh?"

 Johnston~

I sigh and walk down the hall, headed to my locker. Checking my watch, I realize I finished ten minutes earlier. "It explains the lack of people," I note. Only a few other people are walking at this time, most of them headed from the bathrooms. The school becomes so quiet during this time, something I rarely get. The boisterous noise from the lunch room is only a background noise, like the rustling of leaves in the fall. My footsteps echo throughout the halls, along with the sound of occasional person or teacher. 

After what seems like an eternity of floating through silence, i reach my locker. I pull up my sleeve, sending chills up my arms. "This school is actually really cold..." I think, reading over the locker combination I had written on my arm.

"Right three times and stop at....4? Turn left, passing 4 and stop at 45. Then....turn right and stop at 13." The locker clicks and I smile, opening it triumphantly. After dealing with lockers my whole life, it seems I have finally gotten the hang of them. 

After placing my lunch in my backpack, I grab my science books and gently shut my locker, leaving my hand pressed against the cool metal for a moment before turning in search of the bathrooms.

Katie~

Ah, high school. New experiences, new people, and changed people. I mean, Brielle? How can she just shrug it off and say it never happened? Or it was, like, two years ago. I shudder and shake my head, opening my locker in a rush. "Shoot!" I exclaim, pulling back my hand from the monster that ate my finger. While attempting to unlock my locker, somehow my finger got pinched in the lock. "Ooo...ouch." I shake my head and retry the combination, watching carefully to make sure the lock doesn't eat my arm off this time.

Success! I swing open my locker and grimace when it crashes against the one next to it. Luckily the hall is filled with multiple people and only the closest ones manage to hear it over all of the noise.

I grab the materials I need and shut my locker, checking my schedule to see where my next class is. "Ooh! Social Studies!" I grin, turning and heading the opposite direction I was orignally headed.

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Le phew! That took a while!