Okay...so here's this idea that I had and decided to make it into a thread. Feel free to just join or jump in whenver you feel like with your own character.

There aren't many rules:
1. No going off on your own randomly.
2. No controlling other people's characters.

Here's the idea:
Basically, there are a bunch of kids from this high school that are sent to a private school for kids with problems. They think that what they did to get sent there isn't a problem, but obviously it is. They all have seen each other before, but don't really know each other. They are all from different "social circles". But when they do a group activity in "problems anonymous" class, they start talking and begin to see beneath the surface of who they are. As they do that, they realize that there was actually a reason why they were sent to the school and try to fix their problems, though some may be scarred forever.

Start :)

Why am I here? Clover Mars thought as she pushed the heavy glass doors open to her new school. I don't belong here. Clover walked off to her locker: 244. It was white and it bothered her. The whole place bothered her. It seemed too much like a mental institution - but technically it was. She felt like they didn't need to emphasize it, though. It was bad enough that people knew they had problems. They didn't need to rub it in.

On her way to her first class, she ran her hand along the pale green walls and looked down at the beige marble floor. Clover began to wonder how they kept the place so clean. She already missed her friends back at her old school. Because her parents decided to send her here, the cheerleading squad had to find themselves a new captain. But it's not like they wanted an alcoholic captain anyway.

Red was walking along the school walls being guided by a teacher telling her where everything was. She was socially classed as the "Loner" where she went to school. She was actually being postive about the whole experience even though alot of it seemed misplaced and all new to her. New rules and new people she didn't think she could know, but here she was and she wished she could go back. She was walking down the halls the strange halls she wish she could escape, and she had her first class in ten minutes.

She relaxed by the wall waiting for the other students to arrive and bit down on her apple she been saving since she got here. She hated the fresh smell of books and sneezed at the new books she was given by the teacher who sat staring at her. Red sank her head into the wall, and while leaning against it she wished that she could go back to the day and change what happend. She stared at her locker combination, and decided after class to pile these books into the locker number 224. Until then she waited until people had arrived knowing it was going to be torture cause the teacher didn't seem friendly.

Illiana slammed her locker closed and cocked an eyebrow at the girl babbling next to her. Smoothing her school dress down she hitched her school bag higher up her arm and turned away from her best friend Jessica. "What I don't understand is why he still won't admit he did it! I mean I saw the two of them together and everything!" Illiana looked at Jessica and shrugged, all the while trying to hold her school books in her hand while fiddling with her phone. "Maybe he's in denial! I mean, he's pretty stupid to go for another girl when he has you!" She tried to ignore the multiple "Hello's" and and tried to pay attention to her friend's problems as they made their way to their first class.
Tying her school jumper across her shoulders she waved to the same group of girl's that always hung around the same art classroom and stole a smoke out of her friend Alex's hand. "Thank you!" She gave all her friends quick kisses on the cheeks and hugs as she puffed her way through her cigerette. As she listened to the same bable of noise that usually followed the group about the latest parties and boys the bell went and Illiana and Jessica began the walk towards their first class. Rolling her eyes she found Red already leaning against the wall eating an apple. She looked around her at the plain school and couldn't help but wonder why her Parent's had even agreed to let her go to this school. Away from herother friends, her than boyfriend and even her 23 year old brother.

{I hope this is okay >.<}

Red had noticed a couple girls walk in, and finished her apple as she took a seat. She found the girl had rolled her eyes and lightly laughed in her mind. She wasn't ready for this torture, but at least some people showed up to endure it with her. She reconized the pretty girls knowing she did see them in her halls at her other school before she came here. She sighed really feeling uncomfortable, but she heard the two girls chatting more. She flipped her books about vampires as she waited for more to arrive. She noticed the teacher had wrote on the chalkboard "Turn to Page 65 in your textbooks." and now she really could die. She got out her drawing pencils and started to doodle while still listening to the girls talk about something that was making her head hurt. They seemed intreasting and she was surprised to know they got sent here too when they seemed so normal.

Illiana laughed but shut up when her teacher gave her a cold stare, "Sorry Miss." Looking at Jessica under her fringe she stiffled a giggle and opened her book to the chapter nessecary. Leaning her chin on her hand she flicked through the pages and as their teacher turned to face te board Illiana and Jessica jumped down the aisle and sat next to Red, one on each side. Illiana wrote quickly on a small que card, "Hi! I don't think I remeber seeing you around?" She tried to be nice and hrew a scrunched up peice of paper over Red's shoulder at Jessica as she laughed at Illiana's note. Jessica didn't realise that she really was interestign in becoming friend's with Red, Might as well get to know people here while I have the chance.

Red didn't even notice the girls had changed their seats until she saw them coming towards her way. She watched as one of them threw a note to her friend. "Oh people were not fond of me! I guess it was the way I dressed," she said to the girl with the cue card. "Mom took me shopping and thought these clothes might make me seem more friendly" she says as she notices the other girl laughing at what the girl wrote on the piece of paper. "So why are you both here?" she asked with a curious tone. She decided if they are talking to her, guess she can be a bit nice to them, and the teacher was going on about something boring that didn't make sense to her.

Illiana glared at Jessica until she shut up, "Well I thought, since I was here I might get to know some more people." She looked at Red's attire, the red jacket she wore wasn't really her favourite choice but it looked cute on Red. "I like your jacket. Perfect colour seeing as your name's Red." She heard Jessica giggle and threw another peice of paper at her, "That's it Jessica, piss off! I became your friend the same way remember?" Jessica stopped giggling and Illiana's heart squeezed to see her best friend with such a look of sadness, "Just stop acting like a bitch. Go do the work, I'll copy off you later." She waved Jessicaback to her seat and turned to Red again, "Ignore her. She was dropped on her head when she was a baby."

Red had laughed when she told her friend to piss off, and found this girl demanding. Red nodded as she said, " My mom's choice of clothing isn't really my style. If I could I wear my black clothing all the time." she said to her. She just found the red jacket out of her character, and thought maybe if she looked friendly then she could make real friends. Not those friends who used her just cause of who her dad worked for. "I like your outfit too and the glove, those are really cool. Where did you get them?" she asked kinda giggling at the way she was talking to her friend. "Are you always that direct with your friends?" she asked finding her eyes were bulging. "Really I wouldn't have known. Ahh it seems you know my name and so what is yours?" Red had relaxed a bit letting her guard down a bit.

((bedtime ttyl later today))

Illiana smiled and admired her hand a little, "Thanks, my Mother bought them for me as a going away gift." She wriggled her bare fingers and watched as the small studs on the back of her hand gleamed against the black silk. "I'm not usually like that. It just bugs me when people are rude to others. And besides, Jessica should know better. She used to be a Loner. Sort of like you are now." She giggled and held out her hand, "Oh how rude of me! I'm Illiana. A pleasure to meet you." She smoothed the school dress down again and smiled. It wasn't the usual outift she would normall wear but she felt like standing out, so wearing her old school unifom felt like it achieved it. Ecspecially since she had a pair of black fishnets and a [air of black pumps on with a black headband which was a different contrast to the platinum blonde she had died her hair the week before.

{Okay ttyl!}

For the first time ever, Clover felt out of place. During first period, she just kept to herself, making absolutely no attempt to make any new friends. She figured that once her mom found out that she was having such trouble fitting in, she'd send Colver back to her old school. She rested her elbow on the desk and laid her head into her hand. There was nothing in the lesson the teacher was teaching that she didn't already know. She tucked a strand of her creamy light brown hair behind her ear and looked around. She saw two other girls that used to go to her school on the other side of the room: Red and Illiana. Maybe I should at least talk to them... But the thing was, Clover didn't talk to them - ever. Wouldn't it be weird if she just tried to start? Maybe they'll recognize me and talk to me first... She thought.


[Ahhh! Sorry I missed so much -__- Oh, and thanks for joining! (:]

{LOL np... and dont worry. I might wait for Jesse to reply first >.<}

[sure :) but for now I guess I'll just add in some randomness cuz I'm bored]

Clover did as the teacher instructed. She considered purposely failing this semester to freak her parents out for putting her into this school. The room smelled like hand sanitizer and lemons. It was worse than her old school. She went into her bag and sneakily sprayed some perfume that she had. She couldn't stand the place smelling like that. It smelled too much like a doctor's office. After doing that, she quickly stuck the small bottle back into the bag while the teacher's back was turned. She didn't even bother to figure out her name.

Clover had already finished reading the necessary pages within the next few minutes. Half the class was still reading - or not caring. She flipped through the book which smelled like clean textbook. It probably was new. At her old school, she did a lot of volunteering with stuff like that. She definitely wasn't going to do that this year. So she took out a marker from her bag and uncapped it. Clover decided she should write with her left hand to disguise her handwriting. She was ambidextrious, but she preferred to write with her right hand. She opened to the back of the textbook and scribbled down, I don't belong here. She closed the marker and slid it back into her bag. She wanted to see if she was going to get any replies from other people who used the textbook. She looked around and by then, practically no one was doing work anymore.

Clover considered trying to talk to the two girls that she recognized earlier, but she really didn't want to. If she was going to try to convince her mom to send her back to her old school, she needed to prove that she wasn't fitting in there. Then she remembered that her mother wasn't a pushover. Ah, what the heck. Why not? So Clover hesitantly got up and smoothed down her pale pink linen shirt. She took one step and then another and soon, she was a foot away from the two girls. She could tell they were in the middle of a conversation, so she decided to wait a bit and pretend to be heading over in another direction.

[sorry, but I think it's about time Clover tried talking to someone. haha xD I think we should make a name for the schools... and if you need any additional characters, feel free to create your own]