Teenagers

Since this is R rated, I'm going to try something really different.

Name: Minerva Rivers

Age: 16

Appearance: Long red brown hair that falls to the middle of her back. Short and lithe limbed with angular features and soft amber eys. She prefers to wear red most of the time.

Personality: Blaze about most things. She's not really selfcentered, but the things she loves take top priority, and the things she hates matter little to her. She tends to be very relaxed and sociable, although she doesn't have a high opinion of other people in general. Very passionate about the arts, particulary music and liturature.

History: Her mom is a singer with a semi-popular band, that s frequently on tour. She and her dad stay home. She wants to be a singer someday.

Other: She's bisexual, and up for love.

Name: Audra
Age: 16
Appearance: 5'8, long blonde hair, blue-grey eyes that seem to change between blue(excited or playful), pale gray(docile or tired), dark grey(angry), and green(creative) depending on her mood; wears punk style clothes
Personality: enigmatic, but generally calm and patient; has a temper

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Arabella

I walked through the school, my head down.

The last thing I needed was attention.

Someone's foot hit my ankle, and a stumbled forward, my books flying across the floor.

"Damnit!" I muttered, getting up from where I had landed face down on the hallway floor.

Elijah

Slipping through the halls, I heard the girls whispering and giggling.

It amused me.

"Hey Elijah," one said, running over and throwing her arms around me. I hugged her back, smiling to myself.

"Hello," I replied, not knowing for certain what her name was. I had the feeling that if I told her this, I would be smacked.

Amber

Age: 17

Grade: Junior (11)

Appearance: Bright green eyes that shift from grey from time to time, and honey-blonde hair that falls down to the middle of her back. She has been taking dance for nearly all her life, therefore she has a very attractive body.

Personality: Not well rounded at all. Self-centered and sometimes unable to control her harsh outbursts. Considered as a bitch, but has multiple friends that flock around her wherever she goes. In many advanced classes (because most of her friends are in them, and she hates being told that she isn't smart), and absoloutely boy crazy. She'll have more positive points as time goes on.

Other: Straight, and is single. She's a notorious flirt, known around the school. Every lunch period Amber enjoys eating her weight in food.

Dusty:

Dusty jumped out of Colt's truck and looked around the parking lot.

"Why do you always get here so late?" She laughed as he climbed out locking his truck.

"We're not late, just not early." He laughed as they walked into the school. "Where's the rest of the crew?"

"I know just as much as you." She smiled as she saw Elijah with some girl hanging off his neck and she just smiled shaking her head. It was the first day of school and people were already all over each other.

"What's funny?" Colt asked as they rounded another corner towards the spot the crew usually went to hang out before and between classes.

"The over dose of hormones this school has." She replied.

"Ya, well I'm just happy there is one girl that isn't hormone crazed to talk to." He grinned punching her softly in the arm. She just shrugged,

"I bet their putting hormone boosters in the food just to see what will happen." She laughed. "That's why I don't eat school food."

"Very funny." Colt replied as they rounded the last corner and saw a few of the others. Chris and Alastair were there. It was Alastair, Colt, and Chris' last year in school. She chewed her lip as she thought about it. She didn't like not being with her group, and thinking about having to survive a year of school without them was kinda scary.

"So you finally got here." Chris laughed jokingly.

"Hey, if I remember right, the first day is the only day your ever here on time." Colt jabbed back. Dusty just smiled leaning against the wall and listening to them bicker like brothers. Thats what the crew was. A big happy family.

Colt:

*nuthin*

Amber

"What's happenin', Elijah?" I giggled, fingering the neck of his polo. God, he was really hot. I tightened my hold on him, causing his hand to fall over mine. "Wanna walk to class together?"

The girls I were with rolled their eyes, walking away with their books. "Dammit!" I heard, a couple feet away. Something slid into the heel of my foot and I turned my head around, spotting another girl scrambling around, trying to retrieve all her books. Loser.

ohhhh..I like this...I'll post my character later. i gotta get to class.

**Someone bring me in...I'm not sure how to start...fried brain straight from math class...**

This looks like it might be some fun. Ill join, and probably get lost in the characters, this one had a lot of turn-out.

Name: Mark Callingston

Gender: male

Age:16

Grade: 10(sophomore)

Appearance: slight, built like a panther, lean and strong, quick.

Background: He is a hood, a crook, his father is a drunk, and his mother a whore. He has been busted by cops for petty crimes, but has never really gotten into the real heavy stuff, will not use drugs, or drink alcohol. His family has no money, so he has grown up as a street-rat, a thief. he has a little brother, who is quickly heading the same way he did. is not a virgin.

Other: wants to be accepted for who he is, but refuses to take the back-seat when people try to ignore him. Is tired of people thinking that they're better than him. other than that? up for love, why not?

**Can someone bring me in?**

**For those of you who need brought in, I make a small suggestion -- just put yourself in one of your classes, interacting with someone elses character. **

Elijah

I noticed the girl...
...her name was Arabella...
Everyone called her a slut. I didn't really know her story, or care much. She probably wasn't really a slut. I think one of the guys had started that rumor.

"I'd rather not," I replied, pushing Amber away and grinning. She looked hurt.

That's what I did to women. But the one's who hung all over me in public were annoying.

Arabella
*nothing*

ok here we go.

Name: Marissa Flanders.

Gender: female

Age: 16

Grade: 10th

Appearance: http://www.mclady.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/caitlinupton.jpg

Histroy: she was sexually abused by her father since she was 12. her mom is a drug addict. lives in a very small aparment with her grandma, since she was taken away from her father and mom. her father sometimes harrasses her.

Other: up for love. oh hey god can my character date yours?

Lucinda~

I sighed as I walked away from my math class. Systems were stupid, I hated them. I smiled when I saw Tanner ahead of me. I ran up behind her and tackled her into one of those best friend hugs.
"How'd you do on the English test?" I asked as she righted herself.
"Okay. How was math." She held back a laugh.
"Just as dandy as always."
"So not Dandy at all?" She asked, rising one eyebrow.
"Exactly."


Alastair~

I was talking with Chris when I saw Dusty and Colt coming.
"Hey you guys. What's up?" They smiled and walked a little faster so that they were beside us.
"Nothing really." Dusty said. I smiled at her.

**Sorry couldn't think.**

**Nevermind. I got an idea.**

Audra

I was approaching the choral room, hoping to get a chance to play piano in solitude. I was never one to go outside or socialize in the mornings; I tended to keep to myself until break, which was three hours away...

I heard someone playing the piano before I even opened the door.

And there was a guy, sitting at one of the fifteen electric pianos, playing away.

"Uh, hi," I said, waving tentatively.

Jess Dyer

I yanked my bag out of my locker and flung it over my shoulder, quickly catching a book that wnated to come out before it hit the ground.

"Another stupid day at school," I muttered, slamming the door back into place. I nodded slightly to a large group of kids around my age as I walked out of the building. I plugged my headphones in my iPod and took myself as far away as I could while I waited for the train to arrive.

"You waiting for the 3:17?" a girl asked.

I turned my head, rasied my eyebrows, and nodded, turning to sare at the end of the platform again.

"You're Jessica, aren't you?"

I frowned. "That's what they say."

The girl nodded.

"I'm Marissa."