The 6th Graders of Rolling Stone Middle -- Roleplay

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    Liliana Mae Rosemary ✦ ✧ ✦ — I walked through the halls of my school, it was the same old thing every time. They had the same sign outside the entrance for 5 years now. I sighed and continued walking down the hallway, my sky blue backpack slung over my left shoulder. I was hoping to catch sight of my brother, but he seemed to be slinking off in the shadows. I rolled my eyes then saw Tyler, he wasn't just the most popular boy in school, but also the most crushed on. Of course I couldn't say anything about him, I barely knew the guy. He was always hanging out with Isabelle, and with his posse. I debated walking over to him to strike up a conversation, but he'd probably think I was weird. I fixed the shoulder strap on my backpack so it would stay on my shoulder. I sighed then turned down the 6th grade hallway. The bell wouldn't ring for at least 10 to 20 minutes. I found my locker and just leaned against it, slowly sliding down to sit.

    Mia was walking down the halls with Amistad next to her. The two were conversing with Mia constantly changing the topic while Amid just went along with it. The two kept walking until Mia saw Liliana sitting against her locker. Of course, Mia's first impulse was to greet the other which she followed through with. "Hey Lily! What's up?" Amistad smiled a little bit at Mia's happy tone but frowned when he saw Lily's expression, "Something wrong?"

    Silently padding down the hallway, Nixon's black orbs scanned the area. Barely any of the students were out and about. He could see a few of the young bodies shuffling out of the dorms and towards their lockers, seeing Lilliana slinking against her locker, and Mia and Amistad making their way over. Huffing out a small breath, Nixon rolled his eyes and continued to make his way towards his own classroom. He would usually sit outside of the classroom until the teacher would arrive and unlock the door. He didn't mind the wait, gave him time to think about his day, and what he was going to do.


    Arriving at the classroom, he leaned against the wall next to the door and sighed softly. Humming out a small tune, he rotated his neck to scan the area once more.


    His eyes locking onto his cousin's, Lilly, his posture seemed to straighten as his expression lit up. The only person he enjoyed the company of, and the only one who would accept his silence, and not call him a rude punk. He silently waved in a swift motion. Seeing the blonde flash him a bright, cheerful, grin, she trotted over. Her black, flowered, bag slapping against her thin figure. Nodding at her in greeting, Nixon patted the wall to gesture for her to lean with him.


    "Hey, Nixon! Guess what! I got another project from Ms. Smith from my hometown, she said she enjoyed my little piece and told me to keep practicing with my painting. She gave me some advice on what to do next time, and told me with the pace I'm going, I might have a shot at getting somewhere with my art! I mean, I know I have a long way, with anatomy and all, but I think I'm at a decent pace!" she began to say, only receiving small changes of facial expression and gestures from Nixon.


    Smiling softly at the other, Lilly simply shook her head and ruffled his black, wavy, hair. "Oh, Nix. Only if you spoke, would love to hear that voice of yours once more. Had a beautiful ring to it." she sighed out, noticing the glare from the male, she shook her head. "It's all up to you though, bro, it's your voice box. Your voice, your choice. Either way, I'll be here for you. Now, where is that teacher? Doesn't she usually show up rather early?" she huffed out with a crooked grin. Receiving a crooked smile in return, she let out a bubbly laugh escape her lips.

    Isabelle Katherine Johnson ★ ♥ ★- Isabelle silently scanned the school hallway with her piercing green irises. It was always the same. You had your nerds with their noses stuck in a book reading like their life depended on it. You had your weird kids always by themselves and refusing to talk to anyone. They were the creepy ones of the school, especially the one kid Nixon. He never talked, she doesn't even think anyone knows what his voice sounds like. And then you had your LBR's which stood for 'Losers beyond repair'. She got that from her favorite series of books. It had a great ring to it so she adopted the term. It basically meant people who were so far into loserville that there isn't any hope of fixing them. Oh well. Not everyone could be as pretty or as popular as her.


    Her eyes landed on a certain blonde haired girl named Liliana. Normally she wouldn't give the girl another look, especially because of the outfit the girl had a habit of wearing. It was worse than a fashion don't. It was a fashion don't even think about it. What irked Isabelle was the fact that she was staring at her boyfriend. It was laughable how many girls at this school thought that they even had a chance with Tyler. As if he would leave her for those basic wannabes.

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    Liliana Mae Rosemary ✦ ✧ ✦ — I looked up to see Mia and Amistad starring at her, asking her what was wrong. "Nothing is really wrong. I'm honestly just bored and want to get school over with so I can work on my part in the Swan Lake, the one that the School of American Ballet is putting on. It's not everyday that you get picked to be Odile. I would have auditioned for Odette, but I figured the 32 Fouettes pass is hard to do and I love doing hard work, so I auditioned for Odile instead." I simply told them. I got up and fixed the shoulder straps on my backpack, then looked down the 6th grade hall. There were still about 15 more minutes before the bell rang. Then I could see Isabelle staring at me, I looked back at her and rolled my eyes. I then pulled out my phone so I could review my parts in the Swan Lake. I still had to work on the 32 Fouettes.



    I am still in shock on why they didn't pick an older women to be Odile, but I guess I was tall enough, and danced well enough to fit the part. I started to watch the clip from another Swan lake ballet where Odile did the 32 Fouettes, I studied how the girl placed her feet, and the flowing movement of it. When I finished watching the video, I put my phone away. I could tell that Isabelle wasn't happy about me staring at her boyfriend earlier. If she thought that I had liked him, then she was sorely wrong.



    //By the way, we live in New York, NY, there is located the School of American Ballet, which is the best ballet school in the world. In the RP it is currently putting on the production of Swan Lake, if you are tall enough and can dance good enough, they will pick you for a character, whether it is a main one or not. You can look up who the characters are. Also, @TheNerdNextDoor we need you!

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    Mia smiled supportively, "I'm sure that'll be fun! I wanna play the piano pieces for the play but my mom said that they thought I wasn't focused enough. I don't really get what that means, I could play all the songs." Amistad bit his lip, he knew fully well that Mia's ADHD was the reason they hadn't allowed her to play. Still, the Mexican boy wasn't about to tell his Irish friend that. Amistad quickly jumped in to change the subject while still keeping a lazy voice, "What dance moves do you need to memorize?"

    Adrianna Walked though the hallways to her lonely and blank looking locker. People talked loudly but somehow you could only catch what they talked about occasionally. Gossip, Plays, Music, Anime, upcoming tests, it varied on the group. The girl put in her combination and opened the locker. It had a certain side that held a packet that contained all of her music sheets and another that contained notes and a few songs she made. In the inside there were her books and on the walls it was pictures of her family and reminders for upcoming tests. There was also a flyer pinned on one of the walls. 'Swan Lake' was printed in large cursive letters. Adrianna had a small dream to be in the performance, but she knew she would never have the courage. She had never actually took dance lessons, and only copied the many videos she had found on youtube.



    Tyler walked down the bustling hallway with his black backpack in his hands. He immediately spotted Belle with the best outfit in the school and a crowd of friends around her. A charming smile reached his face, and he could see some girls in the corner of his eye trying not to squeal. Tyler walked over to her. "Hey Belle." The boy spoke to her flirtatiously. All his friends that seemed to surround him were probably taller than him, or more muscular. Though, this didn't bother him. He knew that even if they had more brute strength none of them could play anyone or talk to anyone like he could. It was a talent that took him from halfway to the top in no time. That's basically how he imagined it. Everyone in 6th grade has a ranking, and he was definitely the king.


    //I'm so sorry I wasn't active! I was having some family problems, but everything is okay now! I will hopefully be able to respond way more often now! Also, I am about to read the Synopsis for Swan Lake. :D

    Isabelle Katherine Johnson ★ ♥ ★- Turning her head away from the blonde, she pulled her makeup mirror from out from her purse that also doubled as her bookbag. Checking to see how she looked, she smirked and snapped it shut. Flawless as always. Though that was obvious, she was a child model for her father for a reason. Some might think that it was just because she was his daughter and that was somewhat true but it was more of the fact that she was a beauty. And one that didn't mind showing it off.


    BEEP!


    She heard the notification on her phone go off and plucked it out of her purse. Unlocking her iPhone 7 plus using the fingerprint method, she tapped the little message and read over it. Not that important. Just her mother reminding her that she had a photoshoot after school and ballet rehearsal for Swan Lake. Isabelle had tried for Odette, the main ballerina, and of course got the part. Plus it helped that her mother was a famous ballerina and knew the caster for the ballet personally.


    Looking up when she heard her name, well her nickname, being said the brunette smiled at the boy in front of her. "Hey, Ty." She replied back with a smile.

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    Mia got slightly distracted as she saw Isabelle from the edges of her vision. The sight made The energetic redhead frown, "I knew another Isabelle before I came here. She was so much nicer and quieter than the Isabele here." Amistad glanced to the side before patting Mia's arm, "I know, cariño, but you know that this school was too expensive for Honey's folks."

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    Liliana Mae Rosemary ✦ ✧ ✦ — I to knew why they wouldn't let Mia play the piano music for the performance. Then Amistad asked what moves I had to practice, I sighed, there were a lot. "I honestly have a lot of moves to practice, I've got everything down except for my fouettes. I have to do 32 of them in a row, which is hard to keep your balance while doing. I can only get up to 29, so close yet so far away." I told them. Then my phone buzzed in my pocket, I pulled out my iPhone 7 Plus (you're not the only one @Nama330!) and unlocked it with my thumb print.



    It was a text from my mother, asking me a million questions about how my practice was going. I ignored the message, it could wait until later. I put my phone back in my pocket, then looked back up at Mia and Amistad. "Here, I'll show you what a fouette is." I said, setting down my backpack and getting out my ballet shoes. I quickly slipped my ballet shoes on, then stepped back from them. I went to prepping position, then lifted up into my releve, my legs spinning around. My right foot, the one planted on the ground, went up and down as my left leg spun around, bending and straightening. I closed my eyes for a bit, then opened them and stopped. I had managed to do 32 of them. I silently congratulated myself, then walked back over to them, removing my ballet slippers and putting on my regular shoes.



    "That is a fouette." I told Mia and Amistad. Then the bell rung, and I smiled at them before hurrying to class.



    //Time skip to lunch! Because I don't think anyone wants to roleplay through the classes. Also forgive me for my sucky description of a fouette, they are really hard to describe for me. One last thing, Liliana's mother owns the school, but of course she isn't the principal. She just owns the school, she was the one that payed for people to come build it, and the one who hired the staff. Also the one who could fire the principal or any of the staff. Welcome back @TheNerdNextDoor




    I picked up my backpack as the lunch bell rang, I walked slowly to the cafeteria. It was very modern and poppy, I liked it. I walked over to the school lunch line, today they were serving Baked Camembert, one of my favorite french meals. For dessert they had Tarte Tatin, a sweet apple pie like desert, from France as well. I was served a little extra Tarte Tatin, as well as a little more non-alcoholic apple cider. I thanked the lunch lady known as Jolie Margaret, one of my mother's best friends. I sat down at a table not to far from where the Queen and King Bee sat, I placed down my tray and started to eat, that is before setting my backpack beside my chair.

    Mia and Amistad walked together to lunch while arguing, "Seriously, does this or does this not seem like something Honey would eat?" Amistad rolled his eyes, "Just because Honey was French does not mean she'd eat a certain food." The two bumped heads lightly before sitting down. Amistad's father had made him a special lunch and Mia's mother had done the same. The two were both picky eaters so they rarely are the cafeteria food. Mia smiled brightly at Lilliana, "I'm gonna see if I can audition for the piano role again." Amistad groaned, "Velvet, they're probably not gonna let you audition again." This made the girl scowl as her eyes watered, "I've gotten better though! My new medicine has helped me a lot. Why can't I reaudition?" Amistad groaned again before looking to Lilliana for help.


    Alexander Nixon Redwood
    Rebel - Twelve years old - Male


    And I still don't ask you, what is the matter? Is this a matter of worse or of better?



    As the bell rang, announcing their dismissal to lunch, Nixon quickly packed his items into his bag. He enjoyed going to lunch, since he was able to meet up with his cousin and be able to work on some assignments he may have received with the classes prior to the break.


    The dark-haired male slipped out of the classroom with a wave to the teacher and into the hallways. Mentally mapping out the area, Nixon began his small journey to the cafeteria. The young male would easily get lost, as he would forget his whereabouts. Stumbling into the usual meeting spot where Lilly would stand and wait for him, he looked around. No sign of the blonde.


    Fear starting to bubble in his chest, he kept turning to look around for his beloved guardian. Wondering if she had gone ahead to the eating area without him. Standing for another minute or two, the pale boy sighed softly. Just before he had entered his first period, Lillian had mentioned that the upcoming week would mark the fifth year of his father's death. He felt his eyes prick with tears threatening to show, he sniffled and wiped at his eyes before hearing the quiet, rushing, footsteps.


    Lifting his head to see his cousin rushing towards him, she quickly began apologizing for running late, saying that she had to speak with her mathematics professor about an assignment she had trouble with the night before. With a nod of his head, and a quick hug from the blonde, the two made their way towards the cafeteria.


    Lillian Allison Wolfhart
    Artist - Twelve years old - Female


    But I know something you don't. I know something you don't



    Once the two members entered the cozy area, Nixon immediately made his way over to the line to pick a tray, Lillian closely following the mute. Sure she supported the other without much doubt, but she was growing concerned for the other. When would he start to speak? This surely wasn't healthy for him, especially since she was his voice. Always aiding him in oral presentations when she could. Because the young boy was considered a rebel, he often got in trouble with other students and get a few phone calls home because of his behavior, but never opened his mouth to defend his actions. Of course, Lillian counted the days until Nixon would clash with one of the 'higher-ups' of the sixth grade.


    With a quiet sigh, the blonde followed her cousin to receive her lunch. Scanning the area, her olive eyes lit up as they landed on the small group of Liliana, Mia and Amistad. Tugging on Nixon's sleeve, she led him towards the table, greeting the three in a cheerful manner, she sat herself down, Nixon slipping in next to her, nodding his head in greetings before he began to pick at his meal.


    Looking over at the black-haired male, she noticed Nixon quickly scanning the two before him- Mia and Amistad. She saw how his expression quickly turned concerned at the sight of the teary-eyed Mia. As he glanced over at her, she sighed softly "Hey, Mia, Nixon wants to know if you're OK?" she asked, receiving a thankful look in return, before looking at the young girl with a cocked head.


    #princessofhearts ((c))

    The bell rang loudly, indicating that everyone should make their way to the cafeteria. Adrianna grabbed her small lunchbox and made her way to the room. It was full of personality, and she really did love it. The girl looked around for a moment before walking to an empty table and sitting at a corner seat. She wasn't shy, she just didn't know anyone. Adrianna wasn't the type to introduce herself casually, and was most of the time alone. Opening her lunchbox with a sandwhich and a bag of chips Adri also pulled out a music sheet page that she was practicing. It was a guitar song that she wanted to learn, but she wanted to memorize the notes as well. She didn't even eat her food as she studied the sheet carefully.


    Tyler walked into lunch with a look of confidence as usual. He made his way over to the 'Popular' table and sat down with his lunchbox in hand. It was a little early and Belle wasn't here yet. Ty opened it to see leftover steak and potatoes his family had eaten for dinner last night. It still looked delicious, as his mother had stored it carefully and with a heat packet so that it wouldn't get cold. He smiled happily as this was his favorite meal. The boy took a bite and then looked up to see if Belle was to soon arrive.


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    Mia didn't seem to notice the two newcomers as she started shaking and her hands grabbed fistfulls of her hair. Amistad stiffened as he tried to placate his friend, "Velv, Velv, calm down. We don't want a repeat of last class." Mia grunted as her tears began spilling over and she starting tugging on her hair. At this, Amistad frowned before trying to stop Mia from hurting herself, "Mia will be fine as soon as she calms down." When Amistad touched Mia's hand, the girl shrieked and started hitting him. This caused the Mexican boy to stand up, mutter a quick 'excuse us, we'll be back', and drag Mia out of the cafeteria as she continued to shriek.

    Mia's condition

    Isabelle Katherine Johnson ★ ♥ ★- Finally class was over. History had to have been the most boring class ever. Why did she have to learn about things that happened hundreds of years ago? Those people were dead, and the thing that happened ended as well. At least now she could eat and see Tyler. Hopefully he could cheer her up after a long boring period learning about world war one.


    Walking into the cafeteria, her green eyes scanned the area silently. She could feel a few guys staring at her and flipped her hair behind her shoulder before walking off. Making her way over to the 'Popular' table, she took her seat next to Tyler and pulled out her lunch box. "Hey Ty." She greeted leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek before sitting back down again. Open her lunch box, she smiled at what was inside. Her father made the cook make her different foods from different cultures every other day. He said it was to get her use to the different types of food for if she would ever need to go to that country for a photoshoot or something. Today seemed to be Japan. Her cook made her sushi, dumplings, and gave her dipping sauce. And of course Talia wouldn't be who she was if she hadn't snuck a few treats into Belle's bag.

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