|Who do you think you are| Paft, Boy needed |Runnin' round leaving scars|

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    Akira is A transfer student from Russia. Her mother 'Hazel Vipor' was A famous Dancer and Fighter but died. Akira is being forced to move to Arizona with her father 'Derrick Vipor' a singer and a famous fighter, Illegal and legal. What happen when she goes to a school and meets the boy with a 'rep'? Will they get along? What happens when he figures who her parents are? Will he find her using one of her talents? Will they fall in love?


    |Just jump in. Picture. Name and rp|


    I run into my new school late. Thankfully I had my classes memorized. I run down the halls getting yelled at. I stop in front of my first hour class, ''Hello room 125, E.L.A'' I say. I step into the room and everything went silent. ''Who are you?'' The teacher says arching a brow. I smile lightly, ''Akira'' I state. The teacher rolls her eyes, ''Take a seat. I'll let you pass since your new'' she says. I nod lightly and sit in the middle. The school seemed to have stereo types. I pull up my hood and sink in my seat trying to disappear. I close my eyes and start to doze off. Until the classroom door opened. I open and eye then another and look towards the front.

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    [size=7pt]Damien Richards was the school party animal and heartbreaker. Despite being well known around the school, many people didn't exactly like him, besides a select few girls who only wanted his attention in the bedroom; not that he's complaining.


    When Damien stepped into class late, like he usually does, his blue orbs fell on an unfamiliar face. He flashed the teacher his charming smile, before seating himself in an empty desk beside the girl before the teacher was able to yell at him. "I've never seen you before," he commented as he sat down. "I'm Damien." His lips turned up into an easy smile. [/size]

    "Nice to meet you. Names Akira." I say without looking at him. "You seem like The bad boy type. Don't be a douchebag around me. Got it? Good" I say. I pull down my hood and pulled out my sketh book of fighting strategies. I make sire to cover the title though.

    [size=7pt]His smile dissipated and he leaned back in his chair. "'Little quick to judge, don't you think?" Damien ran his fingers through his white locks, a frown settling on his features. He wasn't used to girls being so cold to him.[/size]

    "Not really, the way you walk into class is confident. But every guy looks like they hate you.Not to mention the teacher." I say simply. I yawn rather loudly and earn a glare from the teacher. She rolled her eyes and continued teaching. I laugh lightly.

    [size=7pt]"Observant," he commented, glancing up at the teacher for a brief moment. "You'll probably hear a lot about me. People can't seem to keep my name out of their mouths," Damien lifted his shoulders in a lazy shrug. "You're not from here, are you?" he questioned, shifting his gaze to the redhead. "Your accent is kind of odd."[/size]

    I smile lightly, "Very observant" I pause, "я русский" I am Russian I say. "My accent is Russian. Moved from Russia I was born in Russia to..." I state.

    [size=7pt]He nodded slowly, "Oh, is it cool there?" Damien asked, genuinely curious for once in his life. He'd never been out of the country and to meet someone who wasn't from the states was kind of fascinating. [/size]

    "Very, I lived in Vladivostok Russia. If you trcel around russia it geta better like in Moscow where my uncle used to live" I state. I smile lightly. I pull put a picture and pass it over. "me, my mom and dad" I say. I wa positive not alot o people in America knew my parents so I don't worry at all. I yawn lightly.

    I look down and sigh, I look back up and let no emotion seep through my voice. ''My mums death'' I state. I take the picture back and put it in my phone case where it was in the first place. I noticed the teacher now stood infront of me. ''Why do you have your phone out?'' she asked. I laugh lightly, ''I have it out because it's my phone. I paid for it. You can't take it either so yeah.'' I say. The teacher glared before returning to teaching. I laugh lightly and decide to play my phone. I look over at damein, ''Wanna play flappy bird?''

    [size=7pt]He let out a quiet laugh, careful not to draw the teacher's attention back over to the two of them. "I've never been any good at that game," Damien admitted. The game aggravated him more than anything; he could barely get past five. [/size]

    I chocked back laughter and start playing. I smirk as I get to 20. I decide to die and turn it off. "It's probably because you're impatient with it" I state.