Life as it used to be

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    Rose was one of those girls who were noticed, but not attention seeking. She sat in the bathroom waiting for all the mean girls to forget about her and remember someone else they targeted. Her heart sunk as she heard the door open and the sound of clicking heels. She slid her feet up and out of view. She heard the sound of the door close behind someone walking back out. She opened the stall door and took two steps out before seeing a figure in the corner. Crap.


    Age: 16
    A witch but doesn't know it
    Appearance: long blonde hair and green eyes
    Nickname: Rosey
    Personality: shy, defensive, and careful when it comes to people

    Name: Alexander Carter
    Age: 16
    Gender: Male
    Appearance: Neck-length brown hair, sky blue eyes, pale skin, slim frame, tall
    Nickname: Alex
    Personality: Quiet, slightly antisocial, and shielded. Sticks up for friends.


    OOC: Is this jump in?

    Name: Joanna
    Age: 15
    Gender: Female
    Appearance: Long black hair., pale skin, purple eyes.
    Nickname: Jo
    Personality: Loyal, kind, trustworthy, though can be cold sometimes.


    Can she be werewolf? :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P :P

    OOC: Mostly :P. He's part demon. I would've included that in the form but I just thought of it.

    Alex was stuck in a locker. Again. Every single day, it seemed that he would find himself jammed inside of an empty locker at least once. The one good thing that came out of being stuck in the locker was that he had some time to think before someone found him. Usually he just contemplated his chances of survival in the next few year of his life. He sighed and looked through the slits at the top of the locker.

    Joanna put away her book in her locker. She had decorated the inside with pictures of animals, wild cats, and wolves. Lots of wolves. She was just shutting her locker when she saw a flicker of movement in the locker near her. She fiddled with lock for a while but finally managed to open it. She rolled her eyes when she saw Alex. "Really? Again?" She said.

    Alex managed to pull himself from the locker and back out into the open. "You know me." He replied. His eyes readjusted to the light of the halls and he massaged his now sore forearms. "Thanks, by the way."


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    -Name-
    Alina Anderson
    -Age-
    -Gender-
    -Nickname-
    Alina, Lina
    -Personality-
    Alina is very quiet, keeping to herself. She goes unnoticed practically everywhere, and she prefers it that way. She doesn't really have any friends apart from Luke, who she considers more of a brother.
    -Other-
    Would it be ok if she is a ghost?



    -Name-
    Luke Smith
    -Age-
    Looks 18, really about 1000.
    -Gender-
    Male
    -Nickname-
    Luke
    -Personality-
    Luke is more of a trickster and a rebel, not truly caring for anything since he's been in the same school for quite some time now. He tends to stick to the shadows though, talking to Alina and keeping somewhat to himself when he isn't busy messing with people
    -Other-
    Is it alright if he's a vampire?

    OOC: Go ahead and have them be what ever you please


    IC: Lizzie slipped out of the bathroom and jogged to her locker, she had already gotten plenty of tardies and could not afford another.

    Alex looked down at his watch. "And we're gonna be late." He hissed. "And those-" He stopped himself before he got angry, as that never ended well for most of the people around him. "They have my stuff. How am I going to explain this to the teacher.." He muttered.

    Lizzie grabbed her books and speed walked to her next class. As she was headed to her class she passed a boy who looked quite angry about something. She didnt ususally talk to people and only had a couple friends, but she stopped next to his locker. "Are you ok?"she asked.

    "Yeah, just-" Alex looked up at the person speaking to him, and his anger flooded away, being replaced with a strange feeling. D*mn, the girl was beautiful. 'Well alright then I'm going to screw this conversation up. Stay cool, Carter. Stay cool.' "Just that some guys stuffed me into a locker, took my books, and now I'm going to be late." He finished his sentence. 'Wow, you didn't mess that up as much as usual. GG, Alex. GG.'

    "Who?", she asked feeling empathy for him. This had happened to her alot at her old school and it was partially why she had left. "Do you know what he did with your books or did he throw them in the trash?" She smiled at him feeling connected to him in a different sort of way she had never felt before.

    "The usual crowd of stuck-up jocks and their walnut-brained girlfriends." Alex answered. "I have an idea of where they put my books, but it's across the school." He added with a sigh. Alex liked this girl; she was a lot like Jo, except he didn't know her and might have a chance if she didn't find out about his dark little secret. She also seemed similar to him and was caring and kind. 'D*mn, kid. It's been less than 5 minutes and you're already crushing. You don't even know her name.'

    Lizzie looked down at the books she was carrying and offered," I can go get them with you if you would like." The bell rang telling them that they were tardy. "great",she mumbled to herself and added,"plus im already late, so why not?"

    "Aw man..." Joanna moaned when she heard the bell ring. "I'll come too. Being later won't change anything." She said.

    Alex sighed and started walking as the bell went off. "Now if they're not totally stupid they'll have not put it in their usual spot. But they are so I doubt they moved it." He thought aloud as he strode through the halls, the only noise piercing the silence being the occasional door closing, the rare loud class, and the tapping of the trio's shoes.