Private roleplay for myself and Bishielurfer. <3

Setting~
Queensling High school, where all the normal battle for supremacy is held. Their sports classes are receiving all the funding while the music, art and library programs are having to struggle to make do.

My Character(s)~
Name: Anne Park
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Hair: Short feathery light brown hair with natural orange highlights
Eyes: Dark green, they're usually covered by thick glasses. She's nearsighted. The frames of her glasses are black and they've been broken in the middle several times, and put back together with tape.
Height and body type: She's in that growing stage where your body is too lanky as you haven't quite grown into your skin. She has small breasts, narrow hips and a waist that's barely there.
Clothes: She wears a dark turtle neck sweater to hide the bruises she always has, a pair of ripped light blue jeans, and light colored sneakers.
Other about appearance: Her skin is pale. She never, ever wears jewelry.
Personality: Most of the time she quiet, shy and she has trouble talking to people. She is fiercely protective, and a peacemaker, so even if someone does hurt her she will forgive them. It's one of the reason's she hides her bruises, since she doesn't want her father to get taken away from her, because she knows that no matter what happens, he's still a good man underneath the depression and the alcohol.
Family: Ronald - father, Maria-mother (Whereabouts unknown)
History: Anne was an accident between her parents. They were young and reckless, and they had a one night stand and as a result Anne's mother got pregnant. Maria wanted to get an abortion, but she chickened out at the last minute. Ronald had no clue that he was a father until the day Anne's mother dropped her off on her father's doorstep as a baby. Her father took her in and raised her, but she did not have an easy childhood. Her father works at a low paying job and is an alcoholic. When he drinks he is rough and he frequently beats Anne for both real and imagined slights, but when he's not he tries to be the best father he knows how to be. He loved Maria, and the fact that she lied to him about Anne, and just left has left a gaping wound in his heart.
Occupation: High School student
Other: She loves to read and is usually seen carrying some type of book with her.

Name: Adelaide (Ad-uh-laid) Rose. Her name means kind and noble.
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Appearance: Tall and slender, with long chestnut brown hair falling to almost her thighs and shoulder-length bangs framing her narrow face. Bright green eyes surrounded by long dark eyelashes shine playfully above a small nose and beautiful smile. She frequently tries new styles and will often dye parts of her hair, but almost never will dye it all. Her breasts are of an average size, but due to the small size of the rest of her body, they appear larger. Her skin has a very light tan, and she doesn't believe in fake tanning or laying out in the sun to darken. What little tan she has is from working in her garden. Attached to long, toned arms are a pair of dainty thin hands with long painted nails.
Style: Adelaide loves to change up her clothes. One day she'll show up in a white and blue sailor's dress, then next in ripped jeans and a black tank-top. Her hair almost always has some kind of clip, band, or ribbon in it. She doesn't usually wear a lot of makeup, but she loves jewelry and heels.
Personality: Adelaide is extremely kind, and fairly smart. Her grades aren't straight As, but she usually comes home with B's and a few As. She's good at sports as long as they don't require any hand-eye coordination (she can't throw or catch, but she's very good at swimming and soccer). At home she cares for two younger siblings, and it's left her very motherly and a bit bossy. She's extremely hard-working and loyal, but is a bit too trusting and forgiving. She frequently adopts false friends and ends up getting hurt. Fun is her main ultimatum, though she has a strong set of morals that she refuses to compromise for anything. She's talks a lot, mostly about her life and her friends, but can be a good listener once you get her to stop. However, she's very uncomfortable talking about her home-life and past, and so dodges questions involving them, often changing the subject immediately. She's a fairly upbeat and cheerful girl, but one couldn't call her honestly happy. She hates to be alone.
Family: Denise (mother), James (father), Rebbecca (younger sister), Jonathan (younger brother), Samantha (older sister, moved out).
Occupation: Waitress at a local café
Likes: Music, parties, art, swimming, books, shopping, clothes, baking, gardening
Dislikes: Liars, bullies, ignorance, drugs, failing at anything
History: When Adelaide was born, her parents were happy and loving. However, her mother plummeted into postpartum depression and attempted suicide. Her father was unable to deal with it and began drinking, quickly becoming an alcoholic. He occasionally came home and hit Denise, but he never laid a hand on the children. However, he wasn't really around enough to be considered a good father, or really a father at all, which is why Adelaide calls him "James" instead of "dad". In a terribly misguided effort to repair their marriage, they had two more children, Rebbecca (ten), and Jonathan (eleven). When the two children were born and nothing had gotten better, they gave up on the whole thing. Now Denise spends most of her time crying in bed, though she occasionally has bursts of motherly tendencies when she will clean everything and cook and is an overall wonderful person. She's not abusive or cruel, just very depressed. James is always at work or the bar, and often spends days away. Adelaide cares for both children, and occasionally Samantha will help when her life allows. Adelaide has had problems with eating disorders and cutting herself in the past, but she quit both two years ago and has never returned to them. Her life has left her with extreme self-esteem issues and she can't stand failure in any form. She hopes to get into college and escape her parents' mistakes.

It was Monday, which meant the start of another week of school for most people, and a fresh set of bruises from the weekend for Anne, but, being the type of person that she was, sh ehad already forgiven her dad, just like she did every week.

Anne tentatively stuck her head through the doorway to her dad's bedroom, and seeing that he was half awake, she smiled shyly at him. "I'm going to school now." she said, and retreated to her own room to grab her bag. It was still quite early in the morning at least an hour to when school started, but, since she walked to school, which was twelve blocks away, she liked to leave early. There was also the fact that she liked to watch the tennis club practice. The green eyed girl loved tennis, but she had been unable to join the team because of their uniforms. A short sleeved gold and green top and matching shorts. The bruises on her arms and legs would have been much too visible in those clothes, so she hadn't joined the team.

After grabbing her bag she quickly headed out, walking at a fast pace so she could see the team sooner. The speed of her walk sent her shaggy brown hair out of her eyes to frame her small delicate face, and the fading bruise on her forehead. That one was actually not her father's fault, she had been walking too fast last Friday, and she had tripped and clonked her head on a bench. That had been humiliating.

She reached the school grounds in short order, and she sat on the same bench that had clobbered her before. Anne pulled out a small beaten up old book, and bent her head down, looking like she was reading, while she was actually surreptitiously watching the tennis courts through the veil of her hair, which was now covering the bruise once again. Every once in awhile she would use one sweater covered hand to turn the page. Her turtleneck, like her pants, were to big for her, and the sleeves of her shirt were so long that usually only her fingertips were ever visible. Her pants were ripped at one knee, and they were really and truly faded. Add to that her shaggy brown hair, and the way that she never looked anyone in the eye, Anne was most commonly mistaken for being a boy, a shy one, but a boy none the less.

"You guys have your lunches?"
"Yeah."
"Jon, your homework is done? Rebbecca, you finished your spelling work?"
"Yes."
"Yeah."
"Okay, the bus is here. Rebbecca, put a coat on!"
"But it's warm out!"
"It's supposed to rain. Take your stupid coat."
"Fine."
"Love you guys." Adelaide patted her siblings on the heads, giving them each a quick kiss before sending them on the bus. She then picked up the pancakes, toast, and orange juice she'd fixed on a tray and made her way to her mother's room, her black heels making a soft click, click on the hardwood floor with each step. "The kids are off," she said as she placed the tray on the bedside table and moved to the the bathroom attached to the room. "The house is clean, but we're out of groceries so I'm stopping at the store after school." She rummaged through a medicine cabinet, retrieving a bottle of antidepressants and taking them back to her mother. "The movie you wanted is on the living room coffee table--the long one, not the one by the fish tank--and I've set the DVR to record your shows." Two pills in one hand, the glass of juice in the other, she commanded, "Take your medicine."
The frail woman in the bed moved for the first time since Adelaide had arrived. She slowly sat up, moving as if her body was made of lead instead of brittle bones and pale skin. She smiled dimly at her daughter, her stringy blonde hair hanging unwashed around her narrow face. "Such a good daughter," she cooed, taking the medicine and popping it in her mouth. She took the juice, swallowed the pills, and laid back down, the glass return returned to the tray. "Such a very good daughter....I wish you'd been born to someone better..."
"Have a good day, mom."
Now running late, Adelaide grabbed her messenger and swim bags, grabbed her keys off the hook next to the door, and hurried out to the garage. It was still early, but the swim team practiced every morning before school, and if she was late again, the coach was going to give her a detention.
She wasn't sure if you could get detention for offenses in sports, but she wasn't going to risk it.
It was a quick five minute drive to the school, and since she was wearing her suit under her clothes, she figured she had time to swing by the tennis court and say hi to a few of her friends. Her heels clacked loudly on the asphalt as she jogged through the parking lot to the courts. "Kathy! Jenny!" She called, waving her arm exaggeratedly. Two of the girls by the water cooler looked up and waved back, one of them calling, "Cute outfit!"
"Thanks!" She yelled back, twirling to model the skirt-shirt ensemble. The skirt was mid-thigh length, blue, and covered in pins and patches. The shirt was a black tank top with pink stitching along the hem and a pink and white panda on the chest. The straps of her navy blue suit would have been visible on her shoulders were it not for the jean jacket she wore.
Pushing her many other bracelets out of the way, she looked at her watch. "Oh, gotta go! See you in English!" She waved again, hurrying off.

Anne sighed with longing as Adelaide ran off. The other girl was so many things that Anne wished she could be. She sighed again. The bespectacled girl wished she had the courage to go up and talk to Adelaide, maybe they could become friends. Though Anne doubted it. The only reason she even knew the other girl's name was because they shared a lot of classes together. Anne was doubtful that the Adelaide was aware of this fact.

The warning bell rang, which signaled that classes would be starting soon, and Anne stood up with yet another sigh, still thinking about Adelaide. She had such gorgeous hair... Anne fingered a lock of her own shaggy brown hair, wistfully. She had had long hair once, until her dad, in one of his half drunken moods had decided that her long hair had reminded him too much of her mother and he had cut it off. That had been one of the few times that Anne had been truly angry at her father. It wasn't her fault that she looked like her mother, but still, her dad took the fact that Maria had left out on her.

Anne walked through the doorway just as the bells rang. She wasn't late, but she wasn't early either, which meant that she was less noticeable, which was good. Teachers didn't notice you if you were on time, only if you were late, or early. She kept her head downcast as she made her way to her first class of the day; English.

A couple minutes after the bell rang, Adelaide ran into the class, her hair hanging in a sopping wet ponytail and leaving a small trail of water behind her. "Sorry I'm late!" She said quickly before darting to her seat. "And wet."
The teacher glared, but said nothing. It was pointless to lecture the girl; she'd just be late again the next day.
Digging through her bag, she frowned, muttering to herself. Finally she turned around and faced Anne, smiling a bit apologetically.
A few stray beads of water trailed down the side of her face and, though she'd buttoned her jacket to hide it, it was obvious her shirt was damp from dressing before being completely dry.
"Hey...Anne is your name right? Sorry to bug you, but do you have any extra pencils? I think I left my pencil case at the pool, and the teach is pissed enough I was late."

Anne blushed bright beet red. "I-i... uh... Yeah!" she stammered and dug frantically around in her bag, searching for that elusive pencil. She finally found it, at the bottom of her bag, of course, and she offered it to Adelaide, still blushing furiously. "H-here you go." she said, looking down at her table, unable to meet the other girl's eyes. Inwardly she was cursing her shyness, but still, she couldn't overcome it.

"Thanks," she said gratefully as she took the pencil. "You know..." She tapped Anne on the head with the eraser end. "That's a very cute blush you have."
"Adelaide, are you quite finished?" The teacher asked impatiently.
Adelaide turned back to the front of the room and gave a quick salute. "Yes, ma'am. You may proceed with your lesson, oh Wise One."
There were a few giggles, mostly from Adelaide's friends on the other side of the room, but the teacher simply looked unamused and turned back to her scribbles on the board.

Anne, if it was possible, blushed a brighter shade of red, and hid her face in her textbook. At least she didn't have to worry about being called on, it only happened rarely, and the teacher only did it on Fridays.

When the bell rang signaling the end of their first class, Anne grabbed her bag and hightailed it out of there, but she had left the zipper undone, and she was in too much of a hurry to notice that her favorite, much loved book had fallen out of her back, and lay, neglected on the ground by her seat.

Her next class was Math, followed right after by Gym, which was the class she dreaded the most. She usually managed to get out of it with a note from her doctor saying that she was asthmatic, which was true, just not to the degree that the note insinuated. She was always afraid that the Gym teacher would just disregard the note, and say that he had forgotten about it. That would be a true horror.

Adelaide gathered her things, already getting tired. At least her hair was starting to dry. As she bent down to pick up her bag, she noticed a book lying on the floor behind her desk. "Must belong to that girl..." she muttered, picking it up. "I can probably still catch her."
Swinging her bag over her shoulder, she took off out of the classroom, her longs legs allowing her to easily maneuver the packed hallways. Finally she spotted the smaller girl and easily caught up with her. "You dropped this," she said with a slight pant and a smile, handing her the book. "Say...don't we...have a few other classes together?"

"Ah, T-thank you!" Anne exclaimed, startled enough that she accidentally glanced at the other girl's face and was caught by her eyes. She only held the gaze for a few seconds, before her skittishness reasserted itself and her own dark green eyes found an interesting spot on the floor. "Yes... Uh, we have... um... Everything but Science and uh... Art." she said, quietly, wistfully wishing that she hadn't stuttered and stumbled over such a simple sentence. Once again, her face was bright red.

She didn't seem to notice Anne's overwhelming shyness. "Coolness." A grin spread across her face. "I didn't know I had more than two classes with anyone. I'll walk with you. Oh--" Her smile faltered. "If that's okay with you, of course. I mean, if you want me to get out of your hair, I'll leave right now."
How stupid of her to just assume the girl wanted her around. For all she knew, she hated Adelaide and was wishing her gone right then. If she did, it'd be a first, but you never knew. It would explain why the girl never spoke to her.

Anne shook her head violently, the abrupt movement sending her hair flying away from her head, briefly revealing the full of her face before she stopped. "No! Ah, n-no, I don't mind..." she said. "A-actually, I'd like that a lot." The blush was still present on her face as she gave the other girl a very brief, but real smile. Even if she hadn't admired Adelaide she wouldn't have said no. It would have been mean, especially when the other girl was trying so hard to be friendly.

"You know..." With delicate hands, she pushed Anne's hair up into a messy ponytail, admiring the look. "You should wear your hair up. You have a pretty face." Remaining like that for a moment, she then let her hands fall, Anne's hair falling back into place as Adelaide laughed. "Sorry if that seemed weird. My little sister is going through a hairdressing phase and has gotten me on it."

The blush that had started fading came back in full force. Anne was so flustered she couldn't even think of anything to say to the other girl, only able to shake her head in mute protest. She was grateful that either Adelaide hadn't noticed the bruise on her forehead, or that she was just ignoring it. Either way, Anne was extremely grateful for small favors.

With a small shrug and a smile, she returned, "Suit yourself; I think it looks good. Come on, or we'll be late." She shifted her bag on her shoulder and headed down the hall, her long hair swaying with each step.

Anne shook her head when the other girl wasn't looking, and then, realizing that she was being left behind, she hurried after Adelaide. With one envious glance at her hair, the bespectacled girl daring to ask one tremulous question. "Ah... What's your favorite subject?"

"Hm? My favourite subject...hm...probably either gym or chemistry. Gym is so fun to get out and run around, though with the swim season going on at the same time, I'm pretty beat when I get home. And chemistry is just awesome." She grinned. "Last week, we got to work with this acid and this guy in one of the lab groups spilled some on his book--burned right through the cover. He was so mad. Anyway, what's yours?"

Anne started blushing again. "Actually, it was my fault that he spilled all over his book. He was my lab partner, until last week. I accidently bumped into his elbow when he was pouring..." she said, biting her lip. "I didn't mean to do it..."

"Um... I like English and Home Ec." she said quietly.

It was a moment before the statement really registered with Adelaide. When it did, she burst into laughter, drawing the attention of several students around them. "Oh, man, that is great!" It took her about half a minute to compose herself and by the time she was done laughing, the warning bell had rang. She continued leisurely down the hall, clearly not at all concerned with whether she was on time or not.

"I never got into English. I'm a horrible writer, and essays are just hell for me." She grinned. "You're probably really good at it. They say people who read a lot are good writers."

A small smile sheepish flitted across Anne's face, along with that ever present blush. "I didn't like him anyway, but it's a shame about the book." she said with the smallest hint of a joke.

"I guess so. I usually get C's and B's." Truthfully, she could have gotten straight A's in English, she was actually really good at it, but straight A's would get her noticed by the teacher. As wonderful it would have been to have some to talk to about her favorite subject, one who knew so very much about it, she couldn't risk having her notice her injuries.

"Really?" She grinned. "Are you one of those really smart girls who just doesn't try? My friend is like that. It's a shame...she could have a 4.0 if she just did her homework more than twice a week." They arrived at the classroom and Adelaide opened the door, a small smile on her face as she bowed low and swept her arm out in a gesture for Anne to go first. "After you, my lady."

Anne shook her head, still blushing furiously. "No, really I'm not..." she lied. She was usually quite good at lying, but something about Adelaide made her flustered.

The bespectacled girl's blush grew brighter as she hurried through the door, unable to think up a response to the other girl's gallantry. Anne quickly took her seat, and pulled out her textbooks so that she could hide her burning face behind them.

Adelaide laughed quietly to herself and dropped into her seat a few chairs away. Pulling out her notebook, she absently began doodling, her eyes drifting occasionally towards the teacher before returning to her desk. About halfway through the class, she scribbled out a note reading, "Anne, join us for lunch?"

She folded it up and passed it over, and the boy seated next to Anne tapped her on the shoulder. "From Adelaide," he muttered softly, holding it out to her.

((It's Anne, not Anna. xD))

Anne was startled when the boy next to her had suddenly held out a note to her, but she quickly took it when he said who it was from. She glanced up at the teacher to make sure that he wasn't looking, and then opened the note. The green eyed girl bit on the end of her pencil as she tried to decide how to respond. Should she...?

Anne took a deep breath, having made her decision, and scribbled down a quick reply. 'Okay...' she wrote, and in the corner, in very teeny tiny letters; 'Thank you...' She refolded it and passed it back to the boy, and then bit down on her pencil again, already worrying about her decision.