New School RP

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Okay, I thought this would sort of be fun, since I'm moving to a new school, anyway. You can be yourself, or you can be whoever. Hey, you could even be a teacher!

So the setting starts out at... Um... *thinks of school name* Um, Jackson High, grades 8-12. Big school, about 1500 kids. Starts out in the morning, begining of school year.

Name: Clay
Age: 13
Grade: 8
Gender: Boy
Appearance: Regular size, bleached hair, red hoodie, extremely baggy blue-jeans, black shoes, and green eyes.
Personality: Quiet with people he doesn't know, loud and out-going with people he does. Is a little polite, and doesn't care who he hangs out with or is seen with. But he wants to make a good first impression at his new school.

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"Ugh, here I go." Clay steps off the bus into the front path to the new school. There's kids running around everywhere, actually, most skateboarding. "Let's see, my first class is... Homeroom? Now let's try and find that." Clay walks through the front doors and walks down the hallways. The lockers are small, half-lockers. Clay sees most of the girls crowding around guys in school jackets, most likely jocks. But as he's not looking, Clay runs into someone then falls back on the floor. "Ow... Oh, sorry." Clay looks up.

[misslynx]

((Oh, this looks cool...

Name: Dominique
Age: 13
Grade: 8
Gender: Female
Appearance: Light brown hair that goes to her shoulders in the back, and to her chin in the front(meaning, it gets longer as it gets to the back). Blue-ish gray eyes, wears greenish-brown, rectangle glasses, is a little taller than most of her age.
Personality: Very perfectionnist, says things at the wrong time and wrong place sometimes. She's shy most of the time, but can be very talkative and friendly once you know her. Doesn't care about what people think about her, but hates it when people don't mind their own business.))

Today's the day. I thought, stepping out of the bus. Let's just hope I don't get lost... I sighed, and began looking around for my friends. "Cat? Kist?"

Just then, a boy bumped into me. "It's okay, I wasn't watching where I was going." I said to him. "New too?" I asked, helping him back up.

[LadyDarkMage]

((Ooo, this'll be fun!

Name: Auri
Age: 14 (Just had her birthday a week before)
Grade: 8
Gender: Female
Appearence: One of the tallest, regular weight, hair that reaches to just above the bottom rib, kinda wavey hair with each lock rainbow, red at the top and a deep shade of violet at the bottom, kinda pale skin but not too much so, Black bellbottom jeans, black shirt that's not loose but not tight, silver and blue sneakers
Personality: Loner, Mysterious, Dreamy, Distant. She loves art and music but never shows anything to anyone. She is kind of apathetic in a way.))

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Auri hung around her locker, glancing around for one of her few friends.
Didn't expect them to come running, did you? A little voice in her head (No, not the insane kind, the one everyone has) sounded.
Leave me alone. She thought back and turned to the locker, which was the upper one. It was plain other than a few of her small drawings and a picture of her cat and her Guinea Pig.
Auri took out the book she needed and decided, once again, to see if any of her friends had stuck around in the town or moved away.

[Luna]

Name: Ms. Luna
age: 26
Despription: Tall, about 5' 7", shoulder length dark brown, almost black hair. Brown eyes, fair skin, skinny. Likes to wear loose anime shirts and jeans during art class and a long white lab coat during science class.
Job: Science and art teacher
gender: female


Ms. Luna walks down the halls in her white lab coat "Get to homeroom, five minutes to class! If you need help finding a room I'll try and not to missdirect you!" Ms. Luna calls out grinning.

[misslynx]

Just then, I heard a familiar male voice behind me, singing, "Purple is the color of homosexuality!" I sighed. That hollowhead Ryan didn't gain an ounce of maturity ever since I met him. He came in front of me, and stopped singing. He pointed to the lilac nail polish I was wearing an laughed.

I sighed again. "Very funny, Ryan. Why don't you go goof off with your gang of dweebs instead of laughing at my nails?" I asked. He frowned and walked away.

I turned back to the boy. "Sorry 'bout that." I said. I looked at my watch. "I gotta go, my first class starts in 5 minutes and I still have to go put my stuff in my locker. See ya!" With that, I went off to find my locker and, after that, find out where my first class was.

[Luna]

Ms. Luna walks into her homeroom and starts doodling on her whiteboard while watching some random students file into the room. "Welcome to my room kids, You'd better pray you don't get me in class 'cause I can gaurantee that you won't like it!" She says while smiling inwardly to herself. She always loved to tease the students and make them worry unncessarily.

[misslynx]

I gasped as I heard the bell ring. I rushed to my first class, and excused myself to the teacher, a woman about 25, with black-sih brown hair and brown eyes(that's you, Luna). "I'm really really sorry, I won't be late again, I PROMISE."

[Luna]

Ms Luna smiles and waves a hand as she pushes her hair out of her eyes with the other. "Don't worry, I don't expect kids to be on time on the first day. Just don't make a habit of it."

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(Hey, this'll be foon!)

Name: Hannie
Age: 14
Grade: 9
Gender: Girl
Appearance: 5'4, with long frizzy red hair down to her elbows. Her eyes are teal with little specks of gold. Wears t-shirts and sweatshirts, anything baggy. She wears baggy jeans with a beautiful dark brown belt. Her shoes are completly white except for her name printed on the toes.
Personality: Very sensetive and dim witted. Often has no clue what is going on. She's very nice thoguht, and very creative. Currently has 8 of her 30 credits to graduate. Now if only she could pass II Algebra...
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Hannie quickly ran down the halls and ran to her locker. She quickly turned the locker combination:6 right, 24 right, over 0 back to 4, and threw in her bookbag. She pulled out her Social Studies book, and ran as fast as she could up a flight of stairs. That bell was going to ring any minuet, and if she didn't make the bell than she was going to have to serve Lunch Detention. She quickly ran into the door and knocked into somebody.

[Cheshire]

"Um, sorry..." Clay gets up, and the girl is already gone. "Oh, crud, the bell already rang."
Clay scurried to his new homeroom, apologizing, even before he walked in, but when he stepped in, he noticed it looked like it wouldn't be neccessary. The teacher was laying back in her desk, was about 70 years old, and you could hardly tell if she was awake or not. Not one of the other students in the class was in their seats--they were all throwing paper airplanes, blowing spitballs, or talking with their friends on the other side of the room. "Um, yay." Clay stares around. "THIS will be fun," he mentions in sarcasm.
He finds a desk, right in the front corner, near the door, sits down, and pretends to be small, and unnoticable.

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Hannie runs to her desk, which is labled "Hannie Haska". Hannie sits down, and notices the teacher is sitting at her desk, just writing down lesson plans. Hannie raises her hand. The teacher looks up. "Yes?" the old woman asks. "I was wondering, why are you writing down lesson plans when you should be introducing yourself and telling us about our social studies experience this year?" Hannie has a quizacal loook on her face. "Oh, umm..." the teacher panics to look for an answer. Finnaly, after what seemed forever, the teacher pulls out a stack of essay tests about the importance of the way America has canged from 1950 to the present day and throws them at Hannie. "Here, pass these out till I can get to a lesson." Hannie gets up from mer desk and trips. I'm never going to get used to my desk, she thought, picking up all the papers that have fallen on the floor. She starts to pass them out to each student, one by one by one by one by one, until she is finished and has only one paper;her's. Hannie sits back at her desk, careful not to trip, and bites the end of her pencil. She finnaly comes up with something to say in the essay test, and flips it over to make sure there aren't any questions. But there's a fill in the bubble on the back, about the old west. Of course, Hannie has never LEARNED about the old west. Her teacher skipped that last year because the end of the semester came faster than it usually did. This was going to be a long year...

[Misslynx still lazy]

I nodded and went to the first desk I saw, which was right at the front. I took out a pen and a notebook, and started doodling random things on the corners of the page, waiting for the teacher to introduce herself to the class.

[Luna]

Ms. Luna stops doodling and turns around and looks at the clock as the final bell rings and a student comes rushing in the door panting.
"Hello, I'm Ms. Luna. Welcome to homeroom and you may possibly have me for art or science. Enjoy your year here and now I'll call roll."

[misslynx]

I sighed, looked around to find no one I knew, and went back to doodling stuff in my notebook.

((BIG, MAJOR RP advancement here. :)

[Luna]

Ms. Luna, holding her roll book, walks over to the girl doodling in a book. "Nice art. Ok, now what's you name so I can take your role?"