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 Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 4:23 pm
My Name Is... Tuuli Roling
I Come From... Vienna, Austria
I Have...15 Candles
My Life Story Is This... I was born and raised in Austria until age 12, so I knows little english, except for the occasional pleasantries that most Americans know. I have two older brothers who, Marte and Lukas, who, oddly enough, do not bother me in the least bit. They have stuck with me for my entire life, that is, until I moved away from her home town of Vienna to go to highschool in the states. They stayed back in Austria and left me by myself, which, admittedly, I did not take too kindly to. My mother, Audinga, did not like my what she called, 'selfish' attitude, and has not spoken to me since. Though I does not have much of a problem with it, considering the fact that Audinga was a very crude women who really had no issues with insulting her daughter every moment. I have not made too many friends where I currently lives, but I is not sure if I want to either. Socializing is rather hard for me, and a cheerful attitude is not second nature to to me, nor is a large supply of confidence. Though I can of course rely on several close friends if the situation calls for it. Especially the kids in my drama club.
I Belong To...Punk/Goth
Meet Me At... Dorm No. 134
Don't Tell! This very sweet German boy in my drama club. . .
I'm Like So... A caring and nurturing person, I sketches anything in sight and have a special connection to animals.
SMILE! 
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 4:31 pm
((please pick one of the cliques I have made.))
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 4:32 pm
Christopher yawned and stretched slightly as he exited out of the auditorium. Well… Gee. That was pretty boring. Good thing was that he was right about those bookworms… They left him alone, were quiet, and didn’t aggravate his headache!
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 4:34 pm
[Oop, my bad. I'll edit it]
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 4:36 pm
Oliver fell back on the bleachers, his shirt heavy with sweat. He had to take it off, it was far too heavy to wear for the moment. He took his water bottle and took a long hard drink. "Man, that was tough." He said to himself. He then raised his hands in the air and shouted with victory. "But it was worth it!" He said in the empty gym.
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 4:36 pm
Sara entered the school late and on the first day too. Although she didn't really care. She walked up to a teacher and asked,"Where is everybody." The teacher looked at her surprised and said,"Your late. You just missed assembly. You should go check just incase it's still going on." Sara nodded and then walked to the assebly. She noticed everybody was leaving and walked out of the way. She watched as everybody walked out and looked for someone that was like her.
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 4:39 pm
Christopher raised an eyebrow; surprised to see a girl coming to the auditorium right after the assembly was done… Well, gee. She probably came to school late. …Lucky her! She didn’t have to go to that boring assembly! Unlike himself and the rest of the poor unfortunate souls in this school!
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 4:43 pm
[Fixed it! Is my profile suitable?]
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 4:43 pm
Sara noticed a boy in the empty gym and she tried to hide. Her shyness taking over she just kinda sat behind a chair hoping he didn't notice her.
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 4:48 pm
Star looked towards Kia and her clique. "Let's go." She said, smiling. Star waited for Kia to follow before stepping out of the auditorium. "We'll see you at lunch, kay." Star said, befroe walking off towards her class. On her way, her and her friends stopped by a group of jocks and started chatting and flirting.
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 4:49 pm
Oliver saw the girls flitring with the jocks and look at them pathetically. "Honestly, you think they actually like you? They just want your boies." He said quietly. He took a towel and wiped his forehead.
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 4:51 pm
Christopher sighed and wearily closed his locker, having done collecting his next class' materials. “All right… Now to find room 108…” he murmured quietly to himself, shaking his head slightly as he heard a bunch of athletes and cheerleaders joke around quite loudly. Ugh… Where were his painkillers when he needed them? This headache was torture!
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 4:58 pm
Sara looked up and noticed the boy was gone. She got up and walked outside of the auditorium. She walked past some Jocks and Cheerleaders talking and flirting and rolled her eyes as she went past. She looked around for someone, anyone, from her group, but it was harder then she thought.
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 5:03 pm
Stepping timidly out of the large science laboratory, smelling slightly of burnt fabric, Tuuli hitched her backpack around her shoulder and trotted down the stairs, coughing slightly as she did so. Upon reaching the first floor, she headed towards the auditorium. Upon entering the spacious room, she sat down exhaustedly on the bleachers and rested her head upon the wall beside them.
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 5:11 pm
Christopher sighed and wearily wandered around the hallways… Geez. Where the heck was Room 108? He was just walking around in circles! …And now he was back at the auditorium, oh joy. He didn’t want to be here… This area was what made him bored out of his mind! The assembly was already over, now he just had to find Room 108 quick!
Before turning around, the boy promptly blinked and raised an eyebrow. There was someone still at the bleachers… Man, that person must’ve really loved that assembly. That or they were bored enough to fall asleep… “Hey! Assembly’s over! What are you still doing here?” he hollered out, immediately wincing at his own words. Drat… Stupid headache. He couldn’t even talk that loud himself!
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