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•Bliss Fayte Aayana•

OOC- This is a lez roleplay that begins on the first day of school. Bliss is new to the school and is still in the closet.

IC- "Have a great day, honey."
"Okay, Mom. I love you," Bliss said to her mother as she stepped out of the Ferrari, smiling at her mother and slamming the door. Her mom's reply was muffled by the glass in the windows and Bliss stepped into the school, looking around awkwardly.
It was very very large, much bigger than her old school. Probably bigger than her old town. There were people everywhere, smiling and giggling and whispering and yelling and throwing things. Purple and green lockers lined the walls, and colorful posters advertising clubs and food drives and productions and sports games took up any empty space the walls may have held. There were many doors and stairways and just as she thought she'd never find the office, a tall boy with a football pushed past her, turning her line of vision directly to the big green sign reading "OFFICE" with an arrow pointing to an open door.
Bliss hurried through the horde of teens into the office and walked up to the desk. "Hi," she muttered to the girl at the desk, who appeared to be a student. "I'm new here, I have to get like a student ID and schedule and stuff, I think?"

•Bliss Fayte Aayana•

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IC- The process of receiving her student ID and schedule went quickly, and soon Bliss was out of the Office and back in the herd of highschoolers. Her first class was English, all the way on the third floor, in five minutes. Swearing under her breath, she started pushing her way towards the stairwell, going against her usually gentle ways. After a minute, she found herself at the foot of the stairs.
Bliss jogged upwards, finding the second floor hallways considerably less crowded but still hard to maneuver through.

•Bliss Fayte Aayana•

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IC- The bell had already run by the time Bliss made it to her English class. The teacher, a stern-looking Mr. Halloway, frowned at her as she rushed inside the room. Frightened, she said "I'm really sorry, today's my first day here and the hallways are much more crowded than at my old school and nobody told me which room was yours and it took forever to get my student ID and schedule and-" He interrupted her by slipping a pink slip of paper into her hand. "Welcome to Willowbrook, Miss Aayana." She looked down and read the words "Tardy Detention" at the top of the paper. Ready to cry, she walked to the back of the room and sat down in the only empty desk, next to a girl who looked totally done.