Joy was boared. Every one had left to get ready for the party and she had little to do. The party was an hour away and she was ready.
Joy stood. She walked over toi the door. I'll go and see what Max is doing She thaught to herself. He was bound to be in his room, and maybe he would want to talk about the problem with his medication.

Max sat in his room, with the door crcked open a bit to signify that he was in. He was laying on his bed looking at the white cealing, and Three Days Grace was playing off his iHome. There was an hour left, and he was ready already, so he was just chillin.

Gwen woke up, yet she felt more exhausted now, then she had when she fell asleep. She wiped her eyes, and stood up. The party was soon, but she didn't know whether she wanted to go or not. She didn't feel like very many people liked her, but that wasn't what bothered her so much. She changed into some more comfortable clothes, and stepped out of her dorm into the empty hall. She looked to the right, and walked all the way to the end of the hall, where there was a couch, she sat down and opened up a nearby magazine.

Here's the profile for my character:

Name: Amy "Bubbles" Baubler
Age: 18
Birthday: July 14th
Likes: Anything related to punk fashion or music
Dislikes: Rap, homework, bullies
Personality: A generaly happy, hyper girl. She likes to goof off or clown around in class. She values her friends and their honor more than her own life. She will stand up to any bully, and probably win in a fist fight.
Looks like: This! (Dolling by me, base by Pixtoki)

(She would be wearing the outfit on the left during the school day, and the outfit on the right during the weekend.)

The front doors of the school burst open. The person on the other side was wearing an outfit that looked like Christmas had spewed it up.

Amy Baubler strode into the building a few steps, set down her suitcase, and looked around. "Mmmm... nice place."

She looked around for a teacher. Once she spotted one, she said politely, "Hey, I'm a new student. Amy Baubler. Do you know where I'm supposed to go from here?"

The teacher looked her over. As he took in her outfit, he shuddered just the tiniest bit. Once he noticed that Ms. Baubler was cocking an eye brow at him, he stuttered, "Er... uh... this way, please."

Amy picked up her suitcase and followed the bewildered teacher. Amy thought to herself, "I wonder where we're going...? The principle's office?"

After a few minutes of turning down one hallway after another, they arrived at a highly polished solid wood door. The teacher knocked a couple of times, and a stern, "Come in," was heard from inside.

The teacher opened the door, and ushered Amy in. "We have a new student, sir."

Amy stepped in and continued looking around. "I might have to get used to seeing this place..."

"Please, young lady, sit." The Head Master pointed to the chair that was in front of his handsome wooden desk. Amy set down her suitcase and eased herself into the chair.

After the two studied each other for a minute, the Head Master said, "Welcome to our school. Do you have anything to give me?"

After thinking for a second, Amy replied, "Oh... Oh yeah!" She rummaged in her suitcase for a moment, then extracted a very crumpled piece of paper. She handed it to the Head Master.

He read it over then said, "So, you are Amy Baubler, you like to be known as 'Bubbles,' and you've been kicked out of every public school in the area for fighting. Seems like we will get to know each other very well, Miss Baubler."

She shrugged and said, "Maybe. Depends on if there are jerks here who like to pick on the innocent or not."

"Whatever do you mean by that?" The Head Master questioned.

"Well, all those fights that I got into were for my friends. Every one of those bullies got the snot beat outta 'em by yours truly only because they messed with my friends." Amy smiled.

"Well, Miss Baubler, I assure you that there are no such students here." Amy rolled her eyes. The Head Master continued. "Well, now that I have your information, let's get you settled into a dorm."

Amy picked up her suitcase, and followed the Head Master out the door.

(OOC: I don't know if there's singles or doubles here, so I'll let you guys decide who she rooms with - if anybody)

Name: Dawn Hanna
Age: 15
Looks: Blonde hair that comes down to her waist, glasses that are rounded at the bottom and mostly flat at the top, blue eyes, stands about 5'9" , wears a gray sweater and widely pleated skirt that comes down to her knees.
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Personality: Mostly shy, but determined to be normal and fit it with people.
Other: Has been separated from her family since she was 5 years old and doesn't know anything about them.[/url]

Dawn shifted her duffel bag so it rest a little more comfortably on her shoulder and set down her suitcase to open the front door of the administration building. She slid in just as some outrageously dressed girl was walking out - escorted by some man who clearly worked here.

She walked carefully up to the front desk.

"Can I help you?" The secretary asked.

Dawn leaned forward and said "I'm - I'm here to see the Headmaster.... I... I'm a new student. D-Dawn Hanna...."
The Secretary smiled and typed a few things into the computer - asking for her social security number and such before announcing that she was in fact in the computer and registered as a student.

" Ah - here we are. Just one moment and I'll see if he's in his office," the secretary said as she stood up. She disappeared down a hall... and came back quite quickly.
"I'm so sorry - he seems to have stepped out for a bit. Perhaps you'd like to wait, he'll be back soon I'd wager."

Dawn smiled tentatively and nodded. She picked up her suitcase and walked over to the nearest chairs to wait.

As Max lay there, the music calmed him down, and started to fall asleep. He wasn't aware of it, and didn't want to miss the party. Then he herd some foot steps that got louder as they got closer. They were loud enough to be heard over his music.

Gwen sat back on the couch, closing her eyes. She lazily tossed the magazine to the floor, and sighed. She was exhausted and she couldn't say why, so she just lay there attempting to force her eyes open.