Disney storybook- inhuman

Name: Desirae-June Lillane

Nickname:Cinderella

Age:14 (there ya go =)

Appearance: curly bouncy blonde hair, soft lips, light pale skin, blue crystal clear eyes.

personailty:Bubbly, sweet, caring, loving, likes to talk alot.

*can uh someone bring me in?***

You'll have to change your age to about 14 but ya.


Prince:
He stared out into space and noticed, finally a struggling girl. She looked puzzled with a problem. "Cam I help?" He asked sitting next to her.

***wait Amber.... where are we?****

Hannah

She tapped Phillip on the back. Well, really she threw an eraser at his back. He turned and grinned at her.

"Hey, did you just hear that Harry asked Snow out? AND Peter Pan asked out Wendy? Well, their going to the movies and..." she said, slowing doing down and taking a deep breath so she wouldn't mess this up. "And do you want to go out with me on Saturday, too? Like a big group date?" she said trying to sound calm.

Phillip grinned even wider as they walked to gym class together. "Sure, it sounds fun!"

"Great!" she grinned totally relieved now.

"See ya then!" he yelled as he ran into the guys' locker room.

"See ya!" she said, almost accidently running in with him.

She ran into the girls' and began changing into shorts and an Aeropostale T.

"So, did you ask him?" Whitney asked, opening her locker and changing into a plain gray shirt and black shorts.

"Yeah. He wants to go but I don't know if he knows that it's more than a friendly date," Hannah said, pulling her shirt down over her head.

"Can you believe that Harry finally asked me out though?" Whit said excitedly.

"It figures. You're probably the most desired girl in the class," Hannah said, rolling her eyes and pulling on her Converses.

We're at school.n Um... I guess now we're in gym class.

***Um...ok***

(Desirae)

I waited and then realized he was talking to me, I needed to wake up... or slap myself whichever worked faster.

"Um... help with what?" I asked.

"You're Desirae right?" The perfect guy asked.

"Um... yeah.... But I'm sorry to say I don't know who you are." I smiled, showing my perfect rows of teeth.

Prince:
"Just call him Prince." James said passing by, with a smile.
Prince's face lit up with a bit of red.

Desirae)

"Ok, Hello Prince." I blushed.

Hannah

All during gym she had Phil as her partner. Whitney, her usual partner, was partnered up with, who else but Harry.

"So, what movie do we all want to see?" she asked Phil as they warmed up for a soccer scrimmage.

"Oh, I don't know. I thought girls knew all the best movies, Beauty," Phil teased.

Hannah rolled her eyes and elbowed him, laughing.

"Hey Snow! What movie should we go see? Sleeping Beauty hear doesn't know what movies are best," Phil called to Whitney, who had been talking with Harry, and jabbed his finger at Hannah.

"I hear that Prince Caspian is really good," she said, joining them with Harry. "And it's romantic too without being too gushy for the guys," she whispered so that only Hannah could hear her.

Hannah grinned. "So, now we just have to convince Peter and Wendy to go to Prince Caspian. And I need to convince Phil to buy me popcorn there," she said, teasing Phil back. Whit rolled her eyes. She hated how much of a flirt she was.

Phil surprised Hannah by suddenly wrapping his arm around her waist. "I might buy you some popcorn... if you're good and let me give you a goodnight kiss when I drop you off," he said, laughing. Whit looked at her and rolled her eyes like, Right, he's not totally in love with you.

The soccer scrimmage was rather boring. She played defense mostly and Phil was the other defense player. So about 90% of the time she spent talking to him or just soaking in his features. Oh those bright blue eyes and that hair! It was straight until the bottom, where it curled a bit on the ends and was the most beautiful chocolatey brown. And his smile put other guys' smiles to shame with his flawless white teeth that sparkled in the midday sunshine.

She was staring at him and thinking about that when the ball went flying right at her head.

"Beauty look out!" Phil said turning to look at her as the ball came straight at her.

"W-wha--" Hannah said turning just head just as the ball slammed into her face. She shrieked and fell backwards and it went black.

She heard people all gather her and suddenly realized that something wet and sticky was flowing down her face. Someone peeled the ball off her face and she shrieked in pain.

"My nose! It's broken; I can feel it!" she screamed, panicking and trying not to cry in front of all her peers.

Someone had helped her up and was now carrying her. Wow, they are strong, she thought. She opened her eyes now and saw that it was Phil.

"Am I heavy, because I can walk," she stammered, staring at her hero.

Phil chuckled. "Nah, you're not that heavy. I'll carry you," he insisted.

"I'm sorry if I'm heavy and that you have to carry me and-- oh my God! Is that my blood on your shirt? I'm so sorry! Now there's this big red splotch on your shirt and--"

"Hannah! Really, it's okay Sleeping Beauty!" he interrupted, still teasing her slightly as they left the field.

She closed her eyes the rest of the way to the nurse's office. When she got there, the nurse took one look and affirmed that her nose definitely was broken but that there was nothing to be done about broken noses. By then she had stopped bleeding and after she cleaned herself up, it was time for lunch.

She waas the first one in and walked down with Phillip.

"So are we still on for doing the movie date on Saturday?" he asked as they walked to their usual table.

"There's nothing to be done about a broken nose and besides that, I'll be fine and wil definitely go," she assured him.

Prince:
"Can I have your name. sweet maden. You take my breath away." He said. He was escorting her to lunch now.

She blushed again.

"I mean if you are willing to." He said quickly.

WHITNEY

After gym, in the sweaty cafeteria filled with teenage-boy-BO, Hannah confronted me.
"OH. MY. GOD!" she squealed. "Did Phillip just ask to kiss me, or did Phillip just ask to kiss me?"
"Uh, I think he just asked to kiss you," I said. It's not that I wasn't psyched for her, it's just that I wish it was me being flirted with. For the first time, I believed that flirting was a good thing. Of course, if Harry ever flirted with me, the flirtation would be unrequited. I loved Hannah, but I would never stoop to that boy-crazy, wild, leopard-print pillow, flirty, caked-on-make-up level. I believed in natural beauty--inside and out--and if I had to resort to shameless flirting to get a boy to like me, then I'll be damned.
Hannah didn't seem to notice my unenthused response, because she made me do my infamous happy dance. The Happy Dance had a long history, as I'd been doing it since the fifth grade. It's this maneuver that Hannah says only I could do and still look hot, and un-dorkish. I sort of rotate my hips in a circle, while waving my hands over my head. The first time I did it, five guys came over and asked me out. Apparently it's really sexy. Even if it's not, it's still a guy-hooker.
Not wanting to upset her in this happy moment, I obliged. Hannah looked around as I did it, for what, I didn't know. I stopped.
Hannah looked back at me. "Oh my god, Snow, Harry was, like, drooling over that."
I gave her a stony look. "Look, Sleepy, if you're gonna set me up for humiliation, maybe I'll just sit with the guys today." I knew that Hannah always wanted me to sit with her at the 'Popular Girls' table, where she usually sat, but I preferred Jake, Pete, Phil, and the guys.
"No problem. I think I'll sit with Phillip today, anyway."
I glared at her, but I knew she'd cornered me. I wasn't friends with many of the girls she was friends with, and I didn't think I was going to be comfortable at her table without her. But I didn't want to be stuck with Miss I-Love-to-Make-You-Look-Stupid-In-Front-of-Your-Date for the whole lunch hour.
"Fine," I snapped, furious at her for ruining my only escape route.
We walked to the table with her flip-flops slapping against the floor with each peppy step. I looked down at my silent, uncharacteristlically girly ballet flats. Sleepy always told me I should 'flaunt my stuff'. I always told her to shove her disgusting comments up her--
"Hey, Snow." I looked up. I had veered off course while heading to the guys' table, and ended up at Harry's table. I shook it off like any other practiced actress, and smiled warmly.
"Hello, Harry. It's too bad about your team in gym today. You really got crushed, huh?" I grinned mischeiveously, teasing him. My team had scored 18 goals on his, with most of them made by me, and with three jocks on defense, we never let a single offender past the 50.
He grinned, too, but sheepishly. "I know, I know. I'm a horrible goalie." But he smiled gently and patted the empty seat next to him. I hesitated, surprised.
"Please?" he asked. "Sit with me today."
I shrugged. "Okay."
I opened my lunch, turned away, and grinned into my tofu salad.
* * *

Hey, guys, I'm really sorry, but I'm going to have to bow out. I just don't have time to keep up with another RPG. Sorry! Peter's up for grabs, guys!
-Elise

Can I take Pete??

Hannah

She turned around to look for Snow and saw her sitting beside Harry. She shrugged and decided to let her sit with him today.

"So, where were we?" Phil asked her she as sat beside him, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and grinning widely.

"Um... I think that you were about to kiss me," Hannah said, flipping her hair and scooting closer to him.

Phillip chuckled and so did the other guys at the table. Then he turned to face her, moving his arm from her back to her waist and sending sudden, involuntary yet pleasant shivers up and down her spine. She faced him and locked her arms around his shoulders.

"Kiss, kiss, kiss!" the other guys at the table chanted. Normally, Hannah would have told them off for that but instead she ignored it completely.

How his blue eyes sparkled now! He leaned in and placed his warm hand gently on her cheek. Finally, his lips found hers and with the gentle warmth they brought to her body, she felt like fainting under the feeling. She gripped him closer as he gently forced her lips apart with his tongue and traced her lips with it. After what seemed to last a year or two, they broke apart. But Hannah wanted to pull him back and never let him go.

(Desirae)


I blusted as we sat down, "my name is Desirae."