ROLEPLAY FOR: TheGlow & edwardsva,piregirl

The Plot:

Back in day when it didn't matter what clothes you wore, or the way you put you hair. When it didn't matter if you want 'clique' you wanted to be in when you were older. There were a group of friends who were insepretable, it was if they were all joined at the hip. But something happened...

... They grew up.

As they grew up they started growing apart talking to each other less and less, some moved away and some stayed. They started liking different things, some of them wanted to be popular well others couldn't give a damn and they started falling into different 'cliques'. Eventually they didn't talk anymore and had all gone to seperated schools. Then...

... High School

The old group of friends had all some how managed to be enrolled into the same high school. Starting into the school year isn't always easy... What will happen when they meet up again... Will the become friends again? Learn about crushes they didn't know they had with there old friends.

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Name: Avery Benjamin McKallin
Nicknames: Ave or Avery
Age: Sixteen
Likes: He's playing for his own team
Clique: Scene Kid
Bio: Avery loved his childhood he thought he had the greatest friends in the world but as he grew older and the friends grey apart he branched out into his old world... Finding a new style for himself. The clothes he often wore clung to his lithe form standing at a height of 5'7" and weighing 140 lbs. Avery could be seen wearing his bangs in a black and red fringe that often covered his eyes, the back of his hair often being kept short and spiked. He wore on his back a grand tattoo of Angel's wings that covered the entire surface of his back.

Avery is a boy isn't afraid to voice his opinion and will gladly tell it like he see it. If you don't want your feelings hurt I don't suggest you ask Avery for his opinion. However, he is very protective over the people he cares maybe a little to over protective. If your friends with him... Consider yourself lucky as he doesn't make friends all that easily. He's the type who will pick and chose who he likes and dislikes. If you're lucky you'll get on his good side.

He's very hesitant about starting yet another new school... Hating his mother for moving around so much. He'd sware he'd been to more school then he could counts which was proabably true for the most part.

[I'll get my other character written out in a minute. Just wanted to get the thread up.]

(woah verry nice! ^_^ )

Name: Yukina
Nick Name: Yuki
Age: 17(almost 18)
Likes: Playing the piano...doing art and singing
Clique: the artsy girl
Aperance:
Bio: As a kid she loved to play the piano and draw.She had a good group of frineds growing up.People she could trust with her verry life.But after they grew apart she became the quit kid who wont get close to anyone.She is verry shy and spends her brakes inside in the music room.Playing the piano. When seh was 15 her parebts died and was sent to many diferent homes.So she dosnt get close to people in fear they will all leave her ageain.But she is also a good fighter .

Name: Damien Hitaru
Nick Name : Sparky
Age: 17
Likes: fighting
Clique:tough guys
Aperance:
Bio: will be reviled as the story goes along

[Thank you!]

Name: Xavier Kian Matthews
Nicknames: Xav
Age: Seventeen
Likes: His space.
Clique: Doesn't have one... Is the strong silent type.
Bio: Xavier can be referred to by the quiet kid with no friends... Ever since him and his childhood friends began to grow apart he started to isolate himself more and more causing himself to have no friends. Some think he's a nerd and some think he's a loner, Xavier would describe himself as a bit of both.

He was never one to care to much about his appearance, usually seen sporting a pair of blue jeans with ripped knees and his black and grey stripped hoodie that he never usually left home with out. He is tall and lanky and people often think that he doesn't really eat much but he has quite the appetite.

Avery Benjamin McKallin:

“Fuc-!” Was the first words out of the boys mouth as he opened his eyes and looked around his darkened room. He blinked a few times before reality hit him, he sat up abruptly. “I’m late!” He quickly jumped out of his bed banging his head on the low ceiling forgetting for a moment that his bedroom was in the attic. “Sh--... Ouch!” He rubbed his hand through his shaggy black hair pushing back the highlighted red fringe as he did. The boy trudged through the many clothes piles that littered the floor, kicking over a few piles as he reached his closet. He opened it in hopes of finding something to wear but all too knowingly it appeared to be empty. He let out a heavy sigh turning on the spot looking over the piles of small hills. “I knew I should have put them away...” He mumbled to himself as he reached into one of the piles and pulling out a few pieces of clothing throwing them over his shoulders. “Ah! There it is!” He said after searching through a few more piles of clothes.

He proceeded to shake his clothes for the day out in the air with a hopeless attempt to shake the wrinkles out. He shrugged his shoulders not caring to much that the wrinkles weren’t coming out. After holding out the plain black t-shirt he laid it out on his unmade bed. Next he pulled on his black tight fitted pants over his boxers, they clung tightly to his lithe form and that’s just how he liked it. He then quickly grabbed a belt fastening it on before sliding his black t-shirt over his head. It clung tightly to his small frame and he smirked as he looked himself over in the mirror. His shirt was untucked, he was a wrinkled mess and the back end of his hair was sticking up at all ends.

After glancing at the clock he grabbed his bag and darted for the door. He thumped down the stairs shouted out behind him to his mother and he was gone. The boy ran and half jogged toward the school his hair flapping in the breeze, as he rounded the corner to the public school he saw crowds of people chatting around the entrance way... He had made it with time still to spare.

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Xavier Kian Matthews:

A slight breeze whistled through the room from the slight crack in the open window, the ledge was covered in a thin layer of leaves and yet Xavier left his window open as he quite enjoyed the frigid air that was coming through the window. Sitting at his desk just in front of the window the boy of seventeen sat busily working on a term paper for his world history class; he needed to write at least ten pages within the next two days. Xavier’s pen was heard scratching across the page slowing filling another page with information he would soon forget after the paper was done. The computer monitor buzzed to life as he tapped the mouse lightly with his elbow, he dropped his pen looking up at the screen the bright light from the monitor sending a rush of light through the dimly lit room. “I forgot I was playing this.” He mumbled quietly to himself now becoming sidetracked by the simple game of solitaire on his screen.

About five minutes later Xavier’s shaggy black locks jerked up at the sound of a bang he stood up almost instantly from his chair brushing back the red fringe from his vibrant green eyes revealing the black studs tracing down the length of his ear and turning on the spot to face his closed bedroom door. “What the hell was that?” He said with a surprised tone in his voice... “Must be half pint down the hall.” None the less Xavier easily took a few quick strides to the light switch mounted on the wall flicking the overhead light on. His pale blue shirt clinging to his lithe form more easily seen and the multitude of belts hanging from his small form not really holding his jeans that already clung to him up but rather just for show.

Scratching his head Xavier turned on the spot facing the window again beginning to wonder if the sound came from outside or in, he walked over to the window looking out and seeing nothing but a haze of leaves falling in every direction from the nearby trees. He slowly traced his steps back to his bedroom door opening to a slight crack just big enough to stick his head out. “Who’s making all that racket?”

It was then that he heard is brother’s voice and it all made sense from there. His brother had been working on an art project from the night before and was using a hammer to bang pieces together. His brother shouted back up at him. “Xav, come on! It’s time for school.” Xavier hadn’t realized the time until his brother called out to him. With that he stuck his head back into his room to grab his backpack leaving his unfinished paper and buzzing computer screen behind.

He made his way to the front door and left leaving his brother behind, his brother was lucky not actually having his first class till later on. Once he rounded the corner he headed up the path to the school looking up and the old brick build with a faint smile on his face as he mumbled to himself, “Another day down.” He fixed his bag up on his shoulder as he walked into the front doors of the school and into the cafeteria that wasn’t too far off to sit in his usually spot in the far back corner of the large room.

(sorry if this is short ..just got home an i am sleepy as hell ....but the next one will be longer i sware. ^.^; )

Yukina Utada
Yukina sighed as she sat in the back seat of a car as it headed towards her new school.She stared at the window as the world passed her by.She blinked when the car suddemly came to a stop..She then relized she was outside of a large public school. She looked at her adopted parents and warned her to behave or else.Sympely nodding she grabed her bag and got out.Going into the school ground she looked around.She knew no one. It was times like this that she had her oldfriends ageain.She wished she had them even moe when her parents had died.Ever since then she has felt alone as ever.Shakeing her head she wandered threwout the croud bumping into a few people here and there.

Damien Hitaru
Damien sat on a bench at scgool.He looked at the groups of kids that were scatterd threwout the grounds."looks like it's going to be another boreing year .. yet ageain",he said in a grumbel and layed himself out on the bench.Looking at the croud again he swar he spotted two fimilar faces.Sitting up quickly he looked around ..but they were gone."....must be seeing things"

Avery Benjamin McKallin

As Avery walked around the crowds of people looking around the many bobbing head of teenagers where ever he looked. He felt like looking around the groups of people if by some miracle he would no somebody. The more he thought about it the more lame the idea seemed, as if he would see someone he new half forgetting which city he was in now.

A sigh escaped the males lips as he ran a hand through his hair walking with his head down now as he made his way to the double doors at the entrance of the school. He ran his hand along a small bumpy surface that was located on the door. "Cool, they have brail." He mumbled to no one but himself.

Reaching up he grabbed the door handle and pulled it open with one big swing, as he looked on through the doors he noticed another crowd of teenagers inside... Wow, this school seems bigger then the last one. He thought to himself as he past through the threshold of the doors.

He made his way to a near by bench that sat facing the main entrance and took a set. It gave him something to do until the bell rang watching and heards of stundent came in and out of the school and a teacher pass by breaking up a fight happening a few feet away wisking those sets of students outside.

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Xavier Kian Matthews:

The boy who sat quietly in his corner could be seen strectching his legs out in front of him as he leaned back against the wall his eyes appearing to be drouping closed. He hadn't slept well the night before and was tired having worked on his history paper off and on. Xavier rubbed his eyes with a yawn trying to wake himself.

"Geez, I need to get up." He mumbled to himself standing up to stretch out his arms above his head, his shirt raising up slightly to reveal his midrief before quickly pulling it back down. The male grabbed his bag deciding it was a better idea to walk around then sit here and possibly fall asleep.

He swung his bag over his right shoulder with little effort before making his way back to the entrance of the cafeteria to leave. To him school was just a place to read, write, and just learn in general. But, this was coming from a boy who didn't really have any friends. The only real friends he ever hand were the ones back he was younger and he often wished he could find friends like that again. However, he was sure they were far more popular then him by now.

Damien heard the bell and getting up he walked inside the school and towards his first class.Music.He smiled slightly.In pe0school, that was Yukinas favorite subject.Even though she was really young she could plaay the piano...really well.He sighed.He missed his three friends that he use to hang out with. If he ever got the chance ... hed find them again.

Walking up a flight of stairs he headed to teh music room.He spotted a teacher breaking up a fight.Shakeing his head he kept walking.