Can I join? If I'm too late then ignore this...but I'm new and love these types of roleplays (That's no reason to accept me though. If no one else can join, its okay...)

Name: Alexandra Tyler (Xandra)

Age: 13

Apperance: Xandra has chocolatey eyes, freckles dotting her cheeks, and hazel colored hair usually in a messy side braid. She's not too tall but not too short, and simply pretty.

Personality: She enjoys socilizing with people, and isn't afraid to exchange greetings, but any word of her past and she'll shut you out entirely for about a day. She just moved and is really new, but determined to not let what happened at her old school happen again. She was bullied, not severly, but combining that with a hard family life is hard.

Crush if any: Christoff...but only a little.

Groups: Artsy Girls, unpopular. 

Friends in other groups if any: None.

Also, to explain her background a bit, she moved to live with her grandparents because of an abusive dad. He never did anything bad when he was sober, and only slapped her occasionaly when he was very drunk, so it wasn't too bad. Also, she was bullied regularly in the other school, but rarely phsyicalll.

I hope her background isn't bad, :I. Thanks if you let me join!

@indigo, sounds great!

@Cho, okay, Aya and Charles will be interesting if they get together

Also, Cleo is open to crushes. I don't care if she doesn't have any, but feel free to crush on her.  

Top! When do we start?

To everybody who joined on pages three and four- I'm sorry, but I'd rather if you didn't join. Since the RP is starting now, and we already had a bit of hassle figuring out the crushes and whatnot, I'd rather get this show on the road than trying to wait any longer.  

We're going to be starting on the first day of school. We don't need drama to start immeadiatly- can we please just let the interactions move along kind of slowly, more realistically?  

-Britt-

Another series of insisting BREEP, BREEP, BREEPs break through my half-dreaming state. I roll over in my queen sized bed and sloppily swat at my phone, but my hand misses and whacks the phone off my dresser instead. I hear it hit the floor and wince, sitting up to see if my baby is injured.

It appears to be alright... and it's right back to going BREEP! BREEP! BREEP! I wish I could have set it to something nicer- a song or something- but unlike Lana, I'm a pretty heavy sleeper.

I pick my phone up and turn off the annoying BREEPing. I grab the outfit I choose the night before and head to the bathroom. 

I turn on my favorite playlist and start the water heating up. I twirl around, mouthing the words as I plug in my hair dryer.

Once it's nice and warm, I step in. The acoutics in our shower is wonderful- I can't resist warbling in tune with the music blasting from my phone. I make sure to put plenty of conditioner in my hair. I use my hair dryer to dry my hair partically, but not all the way because I don't want poofy hair. 

I pull on my black skater skirt, tucking in my black and white striped shirt. I put in the diamond earrings I got for my birthday a few years ago. I pull on the mirror, and it swings out, revealing the discreet tolietry storage area.

I swirl some mouthwash around as I use a simple cleanser to clear my pores. I mosturize my face with aloe vera lotion and brush my teeth with my mint-flavored, breath-cleansing, teeth-whitening toothpaste. It's quite a list, and I'm not sure if it's all it's cracked up to be, but Aya assures me it works wonders. 

I'm fixing up my makeup when someone knocks. I turn down my music a few notches. "Yeah?"

"Can you be quick? I wanna take a shower this morning."

"Sure, give me a couple of minutes." I put a hint of mascara on my eye lashes, being careful not to smear. I pack up my stuff, gingerly so as not to mess up the manicure I just touched up, and exit the bathroom to go take some back-to-school pics for my feed. 

-Lana-

I dry off my hair, then hang the wet towel off to the side to put away later.

I pull on the jeans I brought. Britt suggested I use the jeans she and her friends bought me, but it's ridiculously tight. Skinny jeans or no, the thing's probably going to cut off circulation or something. Though I don't like jeans in general, this pair is actually pretty comfy.

I shrug on my black and green plaid shirt over my tank top and head downstairs. 

"Hey sunshine," My dad says as I sit down next to my sister at the table.

"Morning," I reply. "What's for breakfast?"

"Bacon and pancakes," He says.

I wince. Unlike the stereotypical mother, my mum is a terrible cook. She's learnt to cook bacon- not very evenly cooked bacon, but bacon nonetheless- but of all her conquests, pancakes are undoubtedly the one she is the farthest from mastering. 

"Don't worry, they're frozen pancakes," Dad whispers. "If she messes them up too badly, you can just hide them or give them to Queenie or something."

"I heard that!" Mom calls.

"Queenie is not eating pancakes, it's bad for her health," Britt adds, but she's smiling.

I laugh, some of my nerves from the coming school day disappating. 

The pancakes turn out fine- my dad congratulates my mom somewhat sarcastically and she whacks him- and are especially good with blueberries, butter and maple syrup. When I'm done, I start to head outside to go take Queenie for a walk, but Britt stops me.

"You should meet my friends. We usually hang out at the coffee shop, you know, and since you're going with me you have to come."

I sigh. Hanging out with Britt's friends in super awkward. They're all older than me- some of them are seventh, and some are eighth, I think, but there are none my age. I think they all either think I'm cute and a mini Britt, or stupid and annoying little sister. I guess I should humor her, though. 

Kyra~

I woke and turned on my phone, light half-blinding me as my eyes pulled from sleep.

It was my first day of seventh grade. At a new school. 

August 20th shined on my calendar. (@Indigo: Is this OK? I was thinking that it should be the first day of school...)

Three texts sat in my inbox:

Miley: Hey. Excited to go to my school?

I grinned. Miley and I met last year at Andes Mountain Comic Convention (Danie: IS THIS OK?) and had been in correspondence since. When she learned I was coming to her school, she was ecstatic.

Kyra: Of course! See you there!

Another text from a blocked number was there too.

Blocked: Hey. Heard you're new at my school.

Kyra: Maybe. What school do you go to? Who are you? 

Blocked: Yeah, I just checked the school directory. You do.

Kyra: Who are you?

Blocked: Wouldn't you like to know.

I stopped texting, annoyed. Who was that? (BTW, it can be anyone)

Finally, one last text sat in my inbox.

My pulse quickened.

Oliver.

8:57 PM last night

Oliver: kyra dad put me in my room he wont let me out kyra please tell mom i have to go

11:03 PM last night

Oliver: kyra he says he'll unlock the door once i'm asleep

5:43 AM this morning

Oliver: kyra please respond please he won't let me out 

8:01 AM this morning

Oliver: he let me out its fine im fine

Kyra exhaled and got dressed. If Oliver had a black eye when they got to school, she would give their dad one in return. 

Indigo, I really hope you don't mind, especially because I'm reusing the same charries as I did during the last RP, but I kind of liked what I did between Erin and Christoff. If you want something new, that's okay too, but I really want to try re-executing it and seeing where it goes.

And @Brooke: August 20? My school doesn't start until mid-September! I think you get out of school sooner, though.

Erin~

The windows in my room are incredibly annoying. They face east, and so at six o' clock in the morning, without fail, a ray of light falls directly across my face and wakes me up. I'm a light sleeper.

Today, though, I don't really mind. It's the first day of school, and I do like time to get ready. I glance at the bathroom and then change my mind-- I don't need a shower. I take one every day at 3:30, which is when I normally get home from school.

My room is small, with not much in it-- it has a small twin bed with plain light blue sheets, a wardrobe, and (this is new and my favorite thing) an easel set up by the window, next to a desk. There's a half-finished painting of my mother on it, but you can't see it because there's a towel draped over it. Her birthday is September first, and it's a present. I hope I can work on it more before school.

I open the wardrobe and examine it. Despite what other people think, I take my dress very seriously, especially on the first day of school. What do I want people to see? I instantly scratch out the "school uniform" look, which is what my mother would have liked. Casual would be nice, I suppose, but would anyone be able to tell it's actually casual?
Eventually I choose a black short-sleeved shirt with a high collar and another black skirt. I don't know how people will interpret it, and I'd like to say I don't care, but I do. A bit.

I said my room is small-- it's because the house is small. Only two people live in it now, although there used to be four. All of the rooms look like they've been squished into the walls, and you can't walk two abreast in the hallway. The stairs wind down to a big open dining room with a connecting kitchen and a small living room behind it; upstairs are the bedrooms and my mom's office. 

I walk down and start rummaging in one of the cupbards for something edible. Mom sleeps late, so I'm on my own in terms of breakfast, but I don't mind. Eventually I find a package of English muffins, which are as good as anything, I suppose.

Once I take care of hair-combing, face-washing, and teeth-brushing, I go back to my painting. Next to it, I've hung up a photo of my mother by a thumbtack. 

I dip my brush into one of the paints and place it on the canvas . . .

Christoff~

"WAKE UP!"
It's a pipsqueaky voice, and one I know very well. My little sister is five years old and wakes up at the crack of dawn with my father. She leaves the teenagers maybe an hour or so before busting into our rooms and screaming playtime.

I glance at the digital clock on my dresser. It's eight o'clock exactly-- she let me sleep in. "Belle," I sigh, "go bother Ariana."

She sits down on the foot of my bed and bounces there. I will never understand how toddlers can make the whole mattress shake without even standing up. "I woke her up already! She said to go bother you."
I pull myself out of bed. "Great. And I suppose she's in the shower, right?"

"Yep!"
I groan. If there's anything good about Belle waking me up first, it's that I get the shower. My fifteen-year-old sister takes thirty minutes on a good day.

"Daddy's making waffles!"

"Amazing. Could you go out of my room now, so I can get dressed?"

She quite literally bunny-hops out. I groan. I have to take her to school today . . .

Grrr I wish I had joined this! Indigo, wouldn't more people make the school more realistic? There are a lot of people in a school, and the confusion about crushes could be part of the rp. It's never very clear in real life anyways. Is it ok if I make one character? I would make the charrie sheet later. She wouldn't have to be part of any groups and would hopefully keep the rp more interesting. You could look at the charrie sheet and decide if she's ok. If not and you're already completely and absolutely full, that's perfectly fine as well and I won't post the charrie sheet. I will post (or not post) the charrie sheet after you reply.

Again, I'll be perfectly fine if you're full. I understand it's confusing. 

@Brookeira Yeah, that's fine!

Hey, St. Owl, can Mark and Christoff be friends? 

Miley~

BEEEP. BEEEP. I groan. Its not the first day of school, it's not the first day of school... I look over to the day on my alarm clock. August 20th. I glare at the tumble of bedsheets my body I'm tangled in, and roll off the bed.

Stretching my back, I trip over the latest lego piece my little brother has strewn across the floor. Swearing under my breath, I hold my aching foot with one hand and open the closet with my elbow, my other hand preoccupied with my phone that happened to still be in my pajamas pocket.

I click on the messagings app and text Kyra, a girl I met at a comic convention.

Hey. Excited to go my school? I send it and concentrate on getting ready for school.

I slip on a regular t-shirt with some designs on it. I smile. Perfect blue and yellow. The two colors I only see.

My friends once tried to describe green once. They said it was the color of grass. I wonder what it looks like. My mother also told me my favorite shoes where green. I sigh, and shake the thoughts out.

I pull on a pair of loose sweatpants and look at myself in the mirror. I look like a mess. Good.

I run into the kitchen and heat up some waffles. Once they pop out of the toaster and dump a bucket load of syurp on them and eat up. Wiping my face with my arm and racing back to my room, I brush my teeth and pull my still messy hair into a short ponytail. I then race out of my room and promptly slip on the lego piece. Again.

I grumble and pull myself up. It seems the whole house is awake now. I limp out my bedroom once more and waste away the rest of my morning on my computer.