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Plot--
We all live in a boarding school. There will be fights, loves, losses and friendships. The basic idea is we're all friends and we all have fun, living with eachoter in this huge boarding school.

ME--
Name...Joy
Age...17
Gender...Female
Looks...Tall, blonde curly hair, deep blue eyes. Cute button nose, tanned skin.
Personality...Kind, funny, lovable and helpful.
Other...She has one sister called Lola, she is 13.

Name: Gwen
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Looks: Below average height, slightly underweight, blond hair, green eyes.
Personality: Humorous, mysterious, lightens moods, a bit nerdy.
Other: She has 5 older brothers, whom all of which she dislikes. Loves to love and be loved.

Name: Andrea
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Looks: Long blonde straight hair, blue eyes, skinny as a model, light skinned.
Personality: Mostly mean but turns out to be really nice.
Other: Loves shopping and has a mysterious secret only her bestfriend knows about.

name: max
age: 17
gender: male
looks: long black hair, middle hight, brown eyes
other: Likes school, and hanging out with his friends

Gwen jogged through the deserted hallways, she was late... Again... "I have got to buy a more durable alarm clock, I've smashed about 3 of them now..."

Joy was sitting in her history class. Her mind wandering. She could never focuss on history, it used to be her favourite subject, but now it just board her.
She reached down and picked out a book from her 'Morgan' shoulder bag. She flicked through the pages until she cane to a blank one. Then she began to write. She didnt quite know what, she just doodled, making sure she was still focussed on the proffessor.

Name: Hitomi Asahina
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
Looks: Nyuu~.
Personality: Eccentric, open-minded, caring, protective, kind, a complete klutz, when angered or sad, or otherwise moody, it's not a pretty sight.
Other: She is a very good artist and has a phobia of thunder. She loves to be in the rain and listen to music.

Hitomi bti down unto the plush of her lower lip, a pen in her right hand, her other reaching towards the tiled flooring. Her desk tipping onto two legs, as her leg pushed against the side. Her eraser had fallen onto the floor. "Nyuu~.." With the tips of her fingers, she pushed the eraser closer, and then grabbed it. A slightly loud 'thud' erupted as two legs of her desk touched the tile once more. Continueing her Art assignment, began to erase a certain illustration, finding it incorrect for her project.

Her current attire was a simple black dress with a silver bow on the lower left side, with a silver ribbon wrapping around her waist with the bow on it. Her shoes were simple black heels. The dress reached just above her knees. This followed with a pair of dark-blue jeans which went around her ankle loosely, yet nicely.

Her class was almost over, thankfully. When the bell rang, she would collect her things and head to the dorms, to freshen up.

[ Her lower attire looks like this: http://www.shoplastyle.com/store/ima...rad/TRU65P.jpg

If the attire is supposed to be a school uniform, I'll change it. ]

Gwen ran into the science lab just 5 minutes before it ended. But of course, she had experience with this, and slipped in unnoticed. Lucky for her, the professor didn't notice she had ever been gone, which wasn't new to her, people barely noticed her. She sat there listening to the professor ramble, her eyelids began to shut, then suddenly every open book in the class shut, making her pop awake. "That was the most pointless 5 minutes of class..." she said to herself as every other student bustled out of the classroom.

Max walked down the hall. He didn't care weather he was late or not. He just took his time. He opened the door to his history class and took his seat in the back of the class. The class stopped and looked at him. "sorry, I'm late, please proceed" max said and leaned back in his chair.

Andrea walks up to her locker loks at her her fashionable watch and says "Great, A new time record, I'm 5 minutes late, YES!!". Andrea walks to her class and sits down. "Sorry I'm late".

Joy giggled as Max walked into the lesson. For some reason he was always late, no one ever minded. As she stared out of the window, she noticed Andrea, she had just walked into her lesson. Is it a new fasion to be late now? She turned her attention back to her book and began to write. She smiled as hs edoodled a picture of a dog. Normally she would take care of what she drew but she could'nt be bothered.
Joy pulled a pencil out of skirt pocket.
((This is what she was wearing...

Max pulled out the history book, and started reading the things that he missed. He usually did goo in school, but he was always late. No matter what class, or time, he was late. It was just something that he couldn't help. When it came to school, he slacked off, but when it came to friends he treated them like gold.

Joy stoped doodleing and began to concerntrate. She knew if she didn't she wouldnt do well in her exams. She giggles as the professor tries to make a joke, he did sometimes do that and occassionally he was funny. Joy liked her teachers. None of them were mean but most were strict, she understood that. They had to be to be good teachers. Joy looked around the class to find out what page number she was on.

Max was close to Joy, and seen that she was on the wrong page. "joy, page 154" he whispered, not trying to interrupt the class again. He also liked making new friends, and helping out people that he thought needed it.

Joy giggled and smiled her thanks at him. Words were not really needed to say thanks. She flicked through the book until she got to her page. Then began to read again. Every now and then she would look up at the professor and take down the notes he wrothe on the board.
How long to the end of class She thaught.

Max read ahead in the lesson like he always did, so that he could help other students if needed. But most the time no one need or wanted help anyway, so he did it to get it done with.

Name: Rachel Augustine
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Physical Appearance: 5'6'', thin, shoulder length dark hair, large, pale, gray eyes, clear tan skin.
Personality: Curious, restless, critical, active, bold, proud, honest, open.
Other: Rachel is very sociable and bubbly most of the time. However, she really has low self esteem and become quite depressed when alone. She likes all sorts of people, but has the tendency to hold strong grudges against people that break their word or mistreat her.

Rachel sat in the back row of the history class room. She was attempting to follow along in the text book, but kept getting lost in thought over the anonymous faces in the background of the pictures in the side margins. Rachel found herself much more interested in knowing about these mysterious characters than the major political figures of the time period. Rachel sighed to herself. She realized that she could scratch off any career dealing with the field of history off her list of possible futures. Senior year really was overwhelming when you thought about it... How could she possibly decide on her future right then? Rachel looked up at the ceiling and stretched. She decided that she needed to do something fun rather than get stressed out like this. Hmm... I wonder if anyone is throwing a party this weekend, she thought to herself.

Joy was reang behind. She coul'nt be bothered with history but tred so hard to acctually stay focussed. Her eyes wanderd and she just could'nt drag them back to her book. It annoyed her hen that happend but she could'nt help it.
She looked over at Rachel, then Max. She didn't hve ery many friends, but the ones she di have were never upset by her. She loved her friends like family, and in this lonely place, well, they pretty much were.
All different ages went to the boarding school. So Joy had friends that were older and younger than her.

Rachel noticed Joy look over at her a little too late. As Joy turned towards the other direction, Rachel tried to get her attention. Waving a little and trying to mouth words to her. Finally, Rachel gave up and resorted to tearing a corner of of her page of notes to write a note. Rachel felt childish doing this, but couldn't think of anything better. She quickly scribbled out: "What are we doing Friday night?!? I'm dying of boredom!" Rachel flicked it on to Joy's desk and then leaned forward to tap her shoulder.

Gwen stepped into the history class, even though she was not a junior, she did advanced history because it was her strong point. She could've turned down the opportunity but decided it would be better to get it over with. "Gwen, class started 15 minutes ago" the professor scolded, "you're in advanced history for your age, you should take this as an advantage." Gwen nodded, and sat down on the back row, in the last vacant seat, in the far left-hand corner of the room. She noticed whispers, and giggles, that the professor seemed to be completely deaf too. This was probably her least favorite class, the junior and other students in here seemed to completely ignore her, just like everyone else.

Joy tuned round to look at Rachel. Then noticed the note fly onto her desk. She unfoled it and read it's contense. She tuned it over and rothe on the back "Nothing. What do you want to do?" She smile and foled it. Then looke behind her, got the position of Rachels table right then flicked the note back to her. A giggle force its way up Joy's throte, but she force it back down.
Passng notes really was childish but hey, thats the way Joy was. Childish. Aart from when she was needed to be sophisticated, she loved having fun

Joy looked over at Gwen and smiled. She didn't mind Gwen. Joy thaught she was really cool and a goo friend. She waved her attention when she realised Gwen di not look at her. Then when she finally got her attention she smile over at her.

Gwen slowly opened her book, as she was watching notes fly across the room. How ignorant her professor was, but oh well... She looked down at the page with no sign of interest, she was excelling at history class, but history was something she would never want to use for a job. There were always a few spots of history that really intrigued her, such as feudal Japan, and more related Asian histories, she'd had professors who only focused on thing like that, she'd had professors who didn't focus on that at all. She snapped out of her thoughts to see a note fly across the room and land on the desk next to her.