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Username: Guerriero_warrior
Name: Tai Esclave
Age: 18
Grade: Senior
Appearence: Tall about 6'2" and lithe. He has ash blonde hair that falls to his neck and into his grey blue eyes. He has his lip and left eyebrow pierced. Across his other eyebrow is a white scar. He wears baggy black jeans that are tight around his hips and he has two belts crisscrossing over each other on his thighs. He wears black army boots, a baggy white t-shirt, a black denim jacket. On both hands he wears celtic rings on his thumbs and index fingers. He has a bandage around his right wrist.
Personality: Secretive about his past, loyal to his friends, sarcastic but easy to get along with. He is the trouble maker of the school and has a bad reputation for fighting so most people stay out of his way. He is friendly though and a joker.
Bio: His parents died when he was fifteen in a car crash and he got taken in by his rich uncle who doesn't really like him. Tai is a rich kid yet doesn't act like one and not many people know it. He is always hanging on the streets and smoking. As he is always causing trouble he gets suspended alot from school. Also he got held back a year so he has to redo senior year.

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Mitch was where she always was. The auditorium. They had gotten a new light board over the summer and she and a few other friends were trying it out. Patching and wiring. The music blared out from the auditorium into the rest of the school. Someone had made it so it dorowned out the announcements. Mitch stumbled over one of the 5 bodies crammed into the small booth and then all tumbled out onto the floor in a bust of laughing. The music got louder as the song changed and they went back to tweaking and proding at things.
So far, she couldn't complain. Then again, she didnt have her schedule.
Tai walked through the streets of the town and pulled a hand through his hair. He sighed and saw the large school in front of him. He had thought that he would have left it behind last year but he didn't get good enough grades so he had to redo the whole year again.
"Great," he muttered sarcastically. He dropped his cigarette to the floor and stomped on it then walked through the crowds. He glared at anybody that looked at him because he wasn't supposed to be there. He went up to his old locker and threw his backpack inside. He stood by his locker looking at all the drawings he had put there. He sighed. He didn't know who he was going to hang around with now.
Miharu sighed and hugged herself, rubbing her arms. It was so cold in here and a simple black cashmere sweater and black shirt with those adorable silver buttons was no real protection against the elements. She decided to ignore the fact that she was also wearing a grey skirt and black tights which wouldn't exactly serve for much warmth. Miharu pulled her sweater up a little and yanked her glasses from her face. Her vision blurred as she cleaned them on the hem of her shirt and a wave of dizziness engulfed her. She quickly put the glasses back on, rearranged the bag on her shoulder and continued walking.

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The faint soud of the first bell echoed through the auditorium and they scattered. A group of about six of them running down the hall to guidance to get their schdule. Mitch was somewhere in the back. Her Burgundy hair tossing behind her while she twisted and weaved through people. her messenger bag slamming against her hip. Laughter rang from her throat as they all eventualy came to a stop waiting in a line that seemed to go on forever, for a piece of blue paper that decided their fate for the year.
Michi groaned as she joined the queue. She hadn't anticipated that it would be that long. She glanced around, trying to see if there was anyone she knew. She sighed with no avail, she hadn't really expected anyone to be there, but she still hoped.
Finally she got that piece of paper which Miharu considered worthless, even though it wasn't. She stared at it and her face convulsed. It really couldn't get any worse.
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Jessica walked down the hall, running her hand through her hair. She had about 3 minutes to get to the theater for play practice, and it usually took around five. Hyper time. Hiking her bag onto her shoulder, she broke into a quick sprint, pushing people aside as she moved. There was no way she was going to be late again.

Breathing shallowly, she screeched to a halt in the auditorium. Glancing at her watch, she grinned. Bingo; on time.
Username: gungho
Name: Matticus Jantz
Age: 15
Grade: freshman
Appearence: usually in jeans, the casual stuff, also for a shirt he usually wears generic band shirts and what not. On his feet he has black etnies with green E's.
Personality: He's extremely shy but extremely smart which is why he has alot of classes with sophomore and juniors and even some seniors. Usually stays to himself and sits alone in classrooms and what not.
Bio: Not much is known about him because he just got here from another school, doesn't play any sports, not known for much except his brains. He not 100% nerd he also looks like he worksout, he just a normal high schooler with extreme intelligence.
He walked through the halls listening to his CD player cranked up so loud that people gave him odd looks as he walked. He looked around trying to get used to the students looks, he noticed that this school wasn't required to wear uniforms. He lowered his headphones down around his neck and was going to attempt to make a friend.
Miharu slowly made down the corridor, looking for her locker. English Literature didn't seem too fun right now. She really wasn't in the mood for it and she couldn't care less if she was late. She was freezing, she was moody and she was tired. She just wanted to finish drawing and coloring her picture of Mana in his merveilles outfit and that was what she had intended to do. She rolled her eyes back into her head and slowed her pace even more. Many people banged into her and she just hissed at them. God, she was annoyed.

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Mitch looked through her schedule. It was going to be a long year that was for sure. But she always had it in ind that things could get worse. She just hoped to god they didnt because her schedule was down right cruel.
"Maybe this goes to another Mitch Parks?"
She held up her schedule hoping that some alterante version of herself would take it and give her a schedule she desired. AP Bio and Spanish 4 wern't looking exciting to her. Thats the last time she daws her classes from a hat with friends.
She took a peek at others in the hall around her as she looked for a locker with a number close to hers.
Mitch Parks? Anyone?
Tai went to get the paper about what lessons he was going to have although there was no need for it really. He had the same lessons as last year and he groaned. All those lessons he hated and the teachers hated him. He groaned out loud and wondered who would be in his class.
He reached into his pocket and took out his schedule. His eyes darted around the paper as he read it. "english literature? That can't be too hard" He hoped as he looked for the certain room number above the door.
Username: Rhysk
Name: Sorrel VanRyden
Age: 15
Grade: Freshman
Appearance: (below)

Personality:Sorrel is a quiet, shy, and sarcastic girl. She makes friends easily once she musters up the courage to talk to them.
Bio: none, really. Her parents live at home, and she stays with them.

(Sorry, I'm a little late)
A fifteen year old girl was sitting on the front steps to the school. The sun was shining on her shoulder-length light purple hair, making it look almost white. As she tucked a strand behind her ear, a simple gold stud flashed in her ear, and an identical one was on the other side. Her bright blue eyes were soaking up every word in a book that she was reading. Her slender fingers turned a page every once in a while, but otherwise she hardly moved. Her black tee was almost completely covered by an oversized sweatshirt advertising some type of product. Her navy jeans nearly covered her plain white sneakers. The girl didn't really care about fashion; she wanted an education.

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