School Year: No idea how it works so I'll put 3'rd year.
Group: The rockers
History: He's the eldest of his brother and sister. He was harassed by most of the children so he tends to live aside of society isolated and only associates with other people of his 'kind'.
Appearance: really tall, about 6', slim but muscular, big blue eyes, dirty blonde hair past the shoulder blades, half italian.
School Year: senior...I do not know what that is in the European schools
Group: none, she is new. So somebody pounce on her and really freak her out.
History: Darcy grew up in a small town in Kansas. She had a lot of friends and she was a pretty good girl. At the begining (are we starting at the begining of the school year?) of her senior year he mom told her her dad was in fact not dead. That he actually resided quite happily and quite unaware of her existence in London. She already had plans of attending Met Film School in London and wanted to get to know her dad. A phone call, plane ticket, and countless hours later she was in London.
Family:
-Mother: Evelyn Pachini
-Father: Benjamin Waverly
-Grandmother: Sarah Waverly
-Cousin: Vanessa Waverly
-Aunt: Delilah Waverly
-Uncle: Sam Waverly
-Dog: Edmund Waverly
Other: Up for some lovin...has a strange and sarcastic sense of humor...beware
All you need is 20 seconds of insane courage, and I promise you something great will come of it.
I laughed as I watched Rebecca attack Leon. Zire joined in my laughter as they started to wrrestle a bit.
"You too stop acting so silly." I said, still giggling. I heard my phone start to ring loudly and rummaged through my bag. I groaned when I saw the number and through it back in my bag.
"Your mum?" Asked Leon, still underneath Rebecca.
"Who else would it be when I'm enjoying myself?" I said with a spiteful tone and rolled my eyes.
"They're not all that bad Gem." Zire said.
"And you don't live with them." I retorted. "But I better go or I won't be allowed out for pratice tomorrow and the cut down my escape tree so I can't sneak out." I got up and gathered my things.
"I'll see you all tomorrow." I said walking backwards, waving at them.
I put on my head phones and started heading home.
Some say laughing is the best medicine but what do you do when you can't laugh anymore?
Multiple personalities are just good social skills.
Apperance: darkish longish brown hair, blue eyes, 5'8, on the thin side, dresses in big clothes so he wouldn't appear so at first glance. bites his nails.
School Year: 12
Group: nerds/artsy
History: Has moved schools a lot, arrived at this school only at the start of this current school year (whenever that was) and tends to keep himself to himself. Suffers from depression but not in a self-indulgent way (as in, fighting not wallowing). Mother died from cancer when he was 4. He lives with his Dad, who is a bit rubbish and selfish but means well really, his younger sister who is a total mess and his older brother who is protective and close with him.
Family:
Father, Marcus 39
Sister, Jennie 16
Brother, Dan 19
Mother, Josephine (deceased)
*I am quite confused... Dinner time means what over there?*
Gemma-
I made it home to find my mother walking out of the house.
"Oh good, you made it. i need you to watch your sister. She's sick." My mother said as she walked past me to the open car door.
I laughed lightly. "Mother I'm in school. I can not watch the snooty little brat at the moment. I can't believe you called me out of school for this. I'm going to be late for French."
"Oh Darling you don't need it that much do you plus your sister can't stay here alone." I stared at my mother in disbelief.
"You can't be serious! I'm in school. You're pulling me out of school to watch your daughter. Do you comprehend that? And why can't you watch her?"
"I'm going shopping for the party tonight." She replied, looking back at me annoyed that I was being disagreeable.
I stood there looking at her for a moment then walked out of the gate and away from my house.
"Gemma? Where are you going?" She called to me.
"TO school where a teenage girl belongs. You should be the happiest parent in the world. Your daughter wants to go to school!" I called over my shoulder and took out my phone. I looked at the time. Rebecca shouldn't be in class yet so I called her.
Some say laughing is the best medicine but what do you do when you can't laugh anymore?
Multiple personalities are just good social skills.
I made a discussion thread, and did a big thing about school in the UK so everyone will know what years mean what and all that!
post420891.html Go have a look and talk and stuff ^_^
Oh and vampire - dinner time is a break for eating, about an hour long. Better?
Oh and I'm moving Sam down to year 10 making him 15 instead of 17 =] just to make my life easier. Kay?
Sam Sam wasn't sure how to react when Rebecca asked him to sit with them, he never usually got a positive reaction when he moved to a new school, and this little group seemed a little bit scary. Scene kids. Hmm. Well, he thought to himself, I can't really be too choosy with who I talk to. And looks can be deceiving. He had spoken to them before, the reason they knew his name, of course, but it hadn't been much of a deep meaningful conversation. Sam liked deep meaningful conversations, but maybe not in french class.
"Hi," he said, sitting down and dropping his notepad, covered in scrawled text, onto the table. "What's up?"
"Nul," replied Leon, grinning at his french expression. The teacher at the front, actually french thank God, (Sam hated french teachers who weren't even french, how pointless) called for attention and wrote the date and title of the lesson on the board in french.
"Oui, moi aussi." he replied, pulling out a pen and copying the date and title, "le passe compose" on his paper. Past tense, again. This place was slow.
"We're in a band you know," Rebecca said proudly, and Zire nodded, enthusiastic.
''Wanna join?'' Rebecca conutined, ''Well thats if you can play an instrument'', Sam didn't usually hang around with these guys but he deffiently looked like one of the rockers. ''I cant even speak french and its top set'' rebecca said. Rebeccas phone rang bullet for my valentine. ''Scream, aim and fire, and death always higher'' The phone rang. ''Sorry miss'', she laughed. it was Gemma,
''Hello, im in french, where your meant to be!'' Rebecca said,
''sorry but my mum wanted me to babysit, but i said no'' said Gemma
''Well i gotta go before i get a red mark lol''
Every rose has it's thorn.. Just like every night has it's dawn.
I've matured a lot and I realised it was time to come back.. for good!
