Random RP!!&
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Random RP!!&
Random RP!!
OK, so I've been busy with school, computer problems and other things so I have not posted since literally forever ago, but for those of u who don't know me, no my real name is not Savvy but that is my username 4 like everything... My real name is Leila (often spelled Layla, but not 4 me) and I am going to try to post more often now.
So, what I really wanted to post about was an rp I'm making. No rules just stories. Make up a charactor and start whenever you want and I will start.
name- Cameron Sheilf
age- 14
traits- shy, smart, pretty, trustworthy, and unpopular
looks- orange/red hair blue eyes short
anything else- has a cat named Ruby
submitted by SAVVY44x, age hi, here
(October 1, 2014 - 4:21 pm)
(October 1, 2014 - 4:21 pm)
I should have added "very" to the word "tall."
(December 1, 2014 - 5:30 pm)
Nolan
Chapter 1: Anxiety
I didn't always enjoy the first day, and today's that day I felt nervous, full of anxiety. I was so tall, I could see over everybody's heads. I was always the tallest.
I walked into my first class: Language Arts. I saw none of my friends in my first class, but I saw Lizzy Schwartz and Henry Youno, my worst enemies. People gossip that they're a couple, and I believe it, even though I usually don't believe in them. I only hope this will be a good year.
(December 2, 2014 - 4:58 pm)
Nolan
Chapter 2: The Start (of First Hour)
The teacher, Mrs. Graham, introduced herself and gave us a seating chart and told us that we should try not to get confused. I glanced at Lizzy. She rolled her dirt brown eyes.
I sat next to Quentin and Opal. I didn't know them that much; I think they were in a different elementary school. But this is 8th grade; elementary is in the past.
I started working on a worksheet Mrs. Graham gave us. I was just about done when Henry poked me from behind me. Does he have to sit there?
"Please stop," I whispered a little too loudly.
"No, Nolo." I cannot believe he still calls me that.
"Poke someone else!" He groaned and started poking Derrick. This is going too be a hard year.
(December 2, 2014 - 10:44 pm)
Nolan
Chapter 3: The Assignment
We learned about different types of poems today. It was tiring and boring and tedious, but I didn't care. I just sat in my seat, listening.
"Does anybody know what a lyric poem is?" Everyone nodded like they were synchronized nodders. "Yuki, can you tell everybody what a lyric poem is?"
"It's a poem that expresses personal emotions or feelings."
"Good. I want everyone to write down an example of a lyric poem for tonight's homework." Everyone nodded again.
The bell rang, and it sounded like a saiboat. I got up from my seat, walking out of the classroom silently.
(December 3, 2014 - 4:27 pm)
~Ari~
I cough, trying to muffle it so my mom won't notice how painful it is. Have to be sick- on the first day of school! The day when everyone makes their friends and signs up for being the captain and officers of the various clubs . And I SO wanted to be captain of the cheer squad ! I blow my nose as quietly as I can and grab my phone. I dial a girl who lives across the street and goes to the same middle school.
I text, When do they post the sign-ups for the clubs ?
She answers back almost immediately with, Today
I crumple the tissue. Bad enough I can't be leader, but not even be a member . . . .
I'm going. I'll pop into school while my mom's off picking up a late lunch and sign up then, I decide. I pull on a tanktop, some jeans and tennis shoes, then hurry out and leap on my bike. Coughing and pedaling, I hurry to the school and slip in.
I hurry down the locker-lined halls, searching among the posters for debate team, yearbook designers, and chess club. I start to cough, a thick, hacking cough which leaves me breathless and wincing, but I keep on searching. Finally, I find it. I scrawl my name and turn, about to race back, but suddenly my stomach rebels and I lean down, my stomach contracting as I puke.
(December 3, 2014 - 9:00 pm)
Name: Aza Sorter
Age: 11
Traits: kind but very stubborn at times and a little clumsy, she hardly ever speaks.
Looks: She has long coal-black hair and dreamy green eyes. She wears a green dress.
Anything else: She can distently glimpse the feature and she is very good with a dagger.
(December 3, 2014 - 10:01 pm)
Lyle
Chapter 4: The Exhibit
After school my parents and I went to a museum. Sadly, none of my best friends were in any of my classes. Josh Burbank was, but Nolan wasn't, and I only get to see him at lunch. Not to be mean or anything.
We walked into the gigantic building with the tiniest doors ever. When we were inside, a giant caveman statue stared directly at us. Mom yelped which made us all snicker.
Planes and pterodactyls hovered above us, but I wanted to see the Egyptian exhibit. I found a map and tried to find the exhibit, but it was closed. I stared at it. Everybody knows life isn't a wish-granting factory.
(December 4, 2014 - 5:05 pm)
Name- Amber Zay
Age- 13
Traits- Quiet, nerdy, good in bad situations
Looks- Almost crimson colored hair, brown eyes
Anything else- She loves robots
(December 4, 2014 - 5:39 pm)