True selves RP!

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True selves RP!

True selves RP!
In this RP, everyone will roleplay as, well, themselves! Obviously, we're going to have to change our last name to fit the Admin's requirements, but other than that, your personality and everything will be the same! However, all our ages will be thirteen because it's better if we're all in the same grade.
The sheet:
Name (Remember, change at least the last name):
Appearance:
Things they are good at:
Things they need work on:
Introvert or extrovert?
Optimist or pessimist?
Favorite color, song, book, movie, etc:
Best subject:
Personality:
Other:
And mine is:
Name (Remember, change at least the last name): Emma Zhang (Not my real first name, and not my real last name) (Everyone pronounces it as "Zayng" but it's pronounced "Jong")
Appearance: Tall for an Asian. Her family says her eyes are big, but at school they are small. Hair usually in a ponytail, and has acne. :(
Things they are good at: Reading, writing, she's flexible and can do a split, she programs, math, and is okay at drawing.
Things they need work on: Gym, Social Studies, saying the right thing.
Introvert or extrovert? Extrovert, but it's sometimes hard to express her feelings.
Optimist or pessimist? She tries to be optimistic, but most times her negative thoughts take over.
Favorite color, song, book, movie, etc: Song: Try Everything or Xiao Ping-guo. Book: Harry Potter or Percy Jackson. Movie: Zootopia or the Sound of Music. 
Best subject: English. Animal: Surprisingly, the bunny.
Personality: Fiery. Emma will stand for what she believes in and gets into way too many arguments. She wants to be an activist when she grows up.
Other: None.
submitted by Twilight Sparkle , Mei-xue (May-shreh)
(April 4, 2016 - 2:19 pm)

This is kind of off-topic, but what's wrong with the nickname "Jess"? I have a friend who likes to be called that, and she's awesome!

submitted by Mei-xue (May-shreh)
(April 22, 2016 - 3:57 pm)

I don't really like it. No idea why.

submitted by Cho C.
(April 22, 2016 - 5:01 pm)

l don't like, hate it, it's simply a personal thing that l don't like being called nicknames, l have nothing wrong with the name.

Jessica is my given name, so call me that, not some nickname. 

submitted by Shadow Dragon, Here and There
(April 22, 2016 - 5:15 pm)

-Jessica-

Oh lovely. Soul-sucking Kligon, authors, fan-girls, oh and what have we here? Harry Potter? Ew, pass. And you? Oh yeah, Emma Zong.

Also Harry Potter.

No.

~

The bells rings, and it is like the sound of angels singing. I hate sitting still this long. I make a beeline to the door. Sheesh. Am I glad to get out of here. In my head, my days fills up with plans of doing things, writing, bicycling, maybe draw a thing or to, and oh--

“Hey Jessica. Can l call you Jess?”

Heck no.

“No.” l scowl at her, narrowing my eyes.

“Jess, l'm going to show you around. Come.”

Er, no. l'm not a dog.

She somewhat forcibly grabs me by the arm, more or less starting to drag me in the other direction, against the flow of other people eager to get out of here.

Ack, why am l here? Ack ack ack. What the heck. This is awkward. I want to be out of here. Awkward, awkward, awkward. This girl is annoying. Nice, kind of, but mostly really annoying. Can't she go find someone else to bother? I mean really. I hope she doesn't try to make small talk, even more awkward. But she doesn't say anything else, there's only the sound of feet. Still awkward. I should probably try to make conversation.

“Does this school have a....swimming pool?” Awkward, eek.

She turns, a slightly amused expression on her face. “Of course not. I mean, we've got a gym, but that's it.”

“Oh, well, 'cause l though, 'cause well, y'know I do competitive swimming. I'm pretty good at it, as well.”

“Hrm.”

There goes for starting a conversation.

The school has emptied out very quickly, but Emma does not seem concerned about the lack of people. It's so quiet now, so different. I feel the need to speak in a hushed tone.

Emma tosses her backpack onto one of the chair with a loud thud. This is a the cafeteria. I already knew that.

“Why do I need shown around? I'm pretty sure that I know this place already.”

“Oh yeah. Only been here for a day and you think that you know everything. There's something a bit different here. Something that you wouldn't suspect.”

“Really?” I try my best to look skeptical “This is a middle school, for crying out loud. What is this that you speak of?”    

 

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submitted by Shadow Dragon
(April 22, 2016 - 5:28 pm)

Elena~

Slowly, I stalk down the school's deserted hallways -- I'm late. I sigh and think of my book sitting in my backpack. I'd rather be in that world than this one. Another new school, another restart. I hate it. I turn the corner and dump my stuff into my locker. Checking my schedule, I walked through the twisted maze of hallways covered in cheesy "Welcome Back to School!" posters and announcments until I reach the classroom. I slip in, unnoticed, just as everyone's finishing up introductions, which is a relief because I hate introducing myself. I try to pay attention to what the teacher is saying, but I quickly drift off into my own thoughts. It's just the same, boring, beginning of school speech - classes, expectations, and rules. Songs from Hamilton start playing in my head, and with a jolt I realize that it's time for the next class. I glare at all the students in the hall, chattering away like they've been friends their entire life, which they probably have been, like they haven't been ripped away from their friends every couple of years and sent to a new school, which they probably haven't. It doesn't' seem like any of them could be my friend. But then again, that's what I think every time, isn't it?~

~By the way I think I will be changing my CB name to the Riddler. Don't know why, it just sounds better~ 

submitted by Elena P./The Riddler
(April 22, 2016 - 6:00 pm)

Oh, good!!! I was afraid you left.

Also, I know I'm not part of this, but I wanted to read it. 

submitted by Bibliophile
(May 15, 2016 - 3:43 pm)

Emily-

Pant, pant, pant. I sprint down the hall, zooming as fast as I can go. Which is not very fast, seeing as I'm about the least athletic person in the whole wide world. Pant pant. I can't believe it. It's the first day of school, and I'm late to class. And I hate being late. Tears turn up in my eyes as I bump into a girl, looking very upset over something in the hallway. I hardly notice her, and surge on.

As I open the classroom door, apologising feebly for beeing late, people stare awkwardly at me. I know what their glances say, "Wierdo." I've been getting them all my life. I tooss my head though, and slide into my seat, hoping to slip by unnoticed. No such luck.

"What's your name, darling?" the teacher asks. "Why  don't you introduce yourself?"

"Uh, hi, I'm Em-Emily..." I stammer, feeling suddenly shy at standing up before so many people.

"Em-Emily!" somebody taunts back. My cheeks burn a dark crimson as I keep going with my introduction.

"I, uh, love to read and write, especialy classics. Jane Austen is amazing! Uh, yeah..." I trail off, falling into my seat. Why am I always so awkward and sheepish and shy. Why can't I be like some others? I look around me, hesitantly. A pretty girl with dark hair and almond eyes glances at me, a trifle defiently. She looks brave. I wish I could be like her. I also wish that after all these years here, I could finaly make a friend. But of course, I'll remain Emily Alone. As always.

The bell rings, and I slip out of the classroom. Cheery chatter fills the air, and I only see one other person walking alone. She looks like the girl I passed in the hallway. Unconciously, I drift over to her. She glances at me questioningly, and I smile, a slow, hesitant sort of smile. 

submitted by Booksy Owly
(April 22, 2016 - 11:09 pm)

Since Emma and Emily are going to have a conversation, I need to know some of your other preferences. Books, like maybe Harry Potter? Warriors? Percy Jackson? Also, other things, like do you like Vi Hart videos? Is there anything in particular that you're currently writing about? Also, what are some things you care about? Animal abuse? Pollution? Injustice?

Sorry, I probably threw a lot at you. 

submitted by Mei-xue (May-shreh)
(April 23, 2016 - 10:15 am)

Okay, here goes! I don't really like very many popular books, though I did read part of Harry Potter, until I got too scared to move on. I've read a lot of classics, and I love Anne of Green Gables, anything by Jane Austen, Little Women, Betsy Tacy, and Jane Eyre. I'm currently writing a realistic fiction story about three girls at a boarding school, as well as trying some poetry. I would like to learn more about writing in different genres, though. I care about education, destroying stereotypes, health,  and women's rights a lot, though I believe the other issues you listed are very important.

Also, some more information generally: I am extremenly old fashioned and nerdy, which is the reason a lot of people don't like me. I get scared easily, and am pretty shy. I'm bad at making friends, though I try to. I'm not very social, though again, I try. I care a lot about grammar, and am often reading books about it. I enjoy learning about different cultures. And... That's about it.

Tell me a bit more about yourself, too, so I can keep up my end of the conversation. 

submitted by Booksy Owly
(April 23, 2016 - 10:41 am)

#Oldfashioness

submitted by Cho C.
(April 23, 2016 - 1:12 pm)

Oh, I read Besty-Tacy. It was really good! You should read the Scandlous Sisterhood of Prickwillow Place.

Also, I know I'm not part of this RP, but I'm reading it (you guys are AMAZING writers) and felt inclinded to comment.

submitted by Bibliophile
(May 15, 2016 - 3:49 pm)

Sorry I haven't posted on this in forever. Well, better late then never, right?

Miri~

I twist in my seat to see someone walk in. It's a new girl. She looks nice...

But we'll our teacher is introducing her, I could read. I sneak a look in my backpack, where my book, The Titan's Curse, is laying. It's for during lunch, but if only... 

You've read it before. I tell myself. Besides, you can't make a bad impression.

I grab the book stealthily out of the backpack and open it in my lap. I start to read, and the teacher's words

Whoops gtg will finish later. 

 

submitted by Coconut the dog, age I forgot, In the bed
(April 23, 2016 - 11:24 am)

(This is ClassyNat; I recently changed my name to Lavender.) Sorry I didn't post sooner!

Kate~

Oh my gosh. Shut up. My life's motto. If I had a dollar for every time I whispered that to myself, I'd be rich.

I'm in class with Mr. Albright, one of my least favorite teachers. He's just so clueless! I often find myself internally screaming in frustration around him.

I've learned to tune out the drama. It's actually pretty easy for me, all I have to do is start thinking about some story I'm writing, or a project I want to do, or- okay, you get it. An idea for a story comes to mind, so I jot it down. Soon, I've created three characters and the basic outline. I'm so lost in my writing that I don't hear the teacher introduce the new girl.

I hear the words hobbies and sucking the souls of my enemies. What? What? Did I miss something? I look up, scanning the room for whoever said it. Oh. Arabella Carter. Wow. I think. I can relate. 

Usually I'm not this grumpy. Usually, people don't annoy me this much. I slouch in my seat, drawing tiny bones and flowers on a worksheet that I didn't finish. I could've finished it, I'm smart enough. It's even a worksheet on Greek mythology. Pfft, who do they think I am? I am the biggest Percy Jackson fangirl in the entire town! I'm just too busy working on my own things. If I'm going to art school, grades won't matter as much. 

"Katie?" Mr. Albright says. Okay, I take back what I thought about Emma. Names do matter. I hate, hate, hate, the nickname Katie. My name is Kate. Check my birth certificate. 

Great. I have to talk. "I'm Kate," I say, emphasizing the Kate and glaring at Mr. Albright. "Not Katie. I like art, I guess. And writing. And baseball. And reading. I'm actually the daughter of Hades, if you're wondering. And I hate people. So... nice to meet you." I say, absolutely done with this class. Can we go already?

Finally, the bell rings. I'm the first one out of the classroom. Hmm, what's next? I don't even care. Behind me, I hear that Emma girl talking to the new kid. I smile, because I've decided that I like her. She seems pretty cool. Not that I want to be friends or anything. I'm fine by myself.

With my head up and my old secondhand heapdphones over my ears, I saunter off to class.

submitted by Lavender
(April 23, 2016 - 12:36 pm)

Is it too late for me to join up? I'd only be able to participate on Saturdays anyway. Is there an empty slot?

submitted by Esthelle (Es-thel-ay, age Anonymous, Rivendell (I wish) ;)
(April 23, 2016 - 2:13 pm)

Sure! You can join!

submitted by Mei-xue (May-shreh)
(April 23, 2016 - 3:11 pm)