High school. It's supposed to the best time ever - well, one of the best times ever. Sure, it's all about getting ready for college, but your senior year all you do is slack off and have fun - the best time ever. Mark Smith, an eighteen year old and senior at Arnold High School, was ready to do nothing but just mess around and have a good time. Perhaps he would hit up some of his buddies and prank the school, or he would try to find that special someone. Maybe make some new friends too. It didn't matter - he had time to do whatever he wanted.

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This is just a highschool drama role-play that takes place during senior year. We won't be attending classes really, though we will from time to time. This is just a kick back and relax role-play - have fun.

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Rules are the standard ones you'd expect from a thread such as this.

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Biography:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Clique: (Jock, nerd, prep, whatever)

Appearance: (pic please)

Personality:

Likes and Dislikes:

Status:

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Name: Mark Smith
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Clique: Jocks

Appearance:


A bit old for eighteen, I know, but it'll have to do.

Personality: When seen on the football and lacrosse field, Mark is merciless and will stop at nothing to break the bones of someone else. He isn't like that out-of-uniform, though. When hanging with his friends he's real nice and funny. And with girls, he's all that plus he's real gentle. If you anger him or insult one of his friends, though, then he'll definitely bring out his inner-demon and basically mess you up.

Likes and Dislikes: Mark's likes include: Girls, music, hanging out with friends, movies and his old Ford pick-up truck. His dislikes are: Cocky athletes, tests, and being ignored.

Status?: Mark has been single for awhile now, so he's looking.

Name: Abigail Renee Thompson
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Clique: (Jock, nerd, prep, whatever)
Nerd
Appearance: (pic please)

Personality: Very shy and quiet, Abigail sticks to her math books and chemistry sets because it is all she knows. She loves to pursue knowledge and spends her weekends in libraries and book stores. She doesn't have any friends, but she gets along very well with the teachers.

Likes and Dislikes: Math, chemistry, biology, physics, non-fiction books, history, and biographies. She is not fond of political science or typical high school drama. She avoids the party scene and the popular crowd.

Status: Single..and invisible

Name: Bethany Elizabeth Jarrison (Betty Liz)

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Clique: Juvenile Deliquent (expected)

Appearance:

Personality: Betty Liz is your average punk. She loves to get people angry, and doesn't really give a crap what anyone thinks of her. She doesn't like anyone controlling her, and likes her freedoms. She hangs out with guys more than girls, since most of them are the stereotyphical girly girl. Her parents kicked her out, because they were sick and tired of her smoking, anger issues, and her friends. So, right now, she's living in her red 1990 Mustang convertible, eating Pop-Tarts for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. At least she doesn't have to deal with her parents anymore.

Likes
-Skateboards
-Rock/Alternative
-Sport Cars
-Pop-Tarts
-Motorcycles
-Comedy
-Movies

Dislikes
-Country
-Smart Alecs
-Pop Rocks
-Jazz
-Sports
-Stereotypes
-Hovering

Status: Single as ever ;D

Name: Natalie Jane Patroni
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Clique: (Jock, nerd, prep, whatever)Creative Thinker

Appearance: (pic please)

Personality: Natalie currently lives with her Dad, who owns local cafe that everyone is known to cling too. She's never been one to follow the crowd, but can sometimes get caught up in whateveryone else may think. She isn't afraid to state her opinion and will tell you when somethings not right. Most know her as a goody-to-shoes but she strives to be more than that this year around.

Likes: Drawing, Reading, History, Writing Poetry, Working for her father, little kids, Helping others.

Dislikes: Being on display, Players, Snobs, Large animals, and large bodies of water.

Status: Single. She is looking for someone who enjoys being with her and has a great sense of humor.

ooc: Accepted, all of you! I'll make a post.

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"Yeah, baby!" Mark said as he hopped out of his truck along with three of his other football buddies. How in the world they managed to fit in there no one knew. Today was the first day of their seinor year; and what a year they were going to make it. Mark and his friends were planning to live it up - by partying, by pranking and by doing whatever. Though Mark had plans to find a steady girlfriend, his friends were your average "players" and just wanted to it hit it up with a girl then leave her.

A smile on his face as his friends repeated what he had just said, Mark walked toward the front doors of Arnold Highschool. They made wierd noises, laughed at stupid things and generally had a good time. They waited while the long line of people tried to get through the doors.

Abbi looked over her schedule as she walked fromt he bus stop. Transfering to a new school her senior year was going to put a damper on her scholorship opportunites, but at elast she'd transfered to the top school in the state. That had to count for something.

'Adavanced Calculus, American Litereature, Chemistry 3, AP English, AP World History, and AP biology..not bad' she thought to herelf with a small smile. Abigail was the sort of girl that was never satisfied with life unless she was intellectually challenged. It was the sort fo stress she enjoyed having.

Abbi looked up as she headed toward the front door of the school. There was a group of loud obnoxious boys who seemed to be giving people a hard time. She sighed and wondered if there was a side entrance. Hoping to escape their attention, she stood in the middle of the crowd and hung her head keeping her eyes on the ground as she moved through the double doors. The last thing she wanted from this year was to be seen by that group.

Natalie didn't say anything as she drove around in the school's "Student Parking Lot." As usual all the good parking spots were taken by the populars and everyone's car got in where they fit in. Luckily, her small Hybrid vehical that she'd got a year and a half ago would fit just about anywhere.

Quickly she pulled into the parking space she desired and turned off her car. The car that she'd cut infront of honked at her and she watched from her rearview mirror as they flipped her off and shrugged. It was always the same every morning, it would never change. This was just part of the 'Make Natalie's Life Hell' experience.

Getting out of her car, she grabbed her messanger bag that she swung over her shoulders and headed to the entrance of the school. Her medium brunette hair seemed to be blowing in the wind and didn't seem to coordinate with her "Save the Planet" T-Shirt, Long flowing white skirt, and hippy sandals that hugged her toes.

Mark was about to walk up to a girl that he thought was someone he knew and poke her sides, just to scare her, but it turned out the girl was Abbi, whom Mark had never seen nor talked to before. He guessed she was someone new - like a transfer or something - because he couldn't fathom whom she might be. Either way, his hands were just about to touch her sides and Mark expertly caught himself. It would probably bring the attention of the girl, though, so Mark said: "I'm sorry! I thought you were someone else; sorry again!" Mark wasn't your typical jock; he was quite a nice guy. The entire time his buddies pointed and laughed at him for his mistake.

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ooc: I'll make sure I'll make posts concerning everyone, so you don't feel left out.

Abbi flinched as one of the guys approached her. "It's ok," she said briefly making eye-contact. she looked away quickly and rushed inside the doors of the school. She headed down the hallway trying to locate her locker and avoid the clusters of people who were stopped in the walkway.

Mark turned back to his friends and told them to shut up as usual, but he was smiling as he did so. His friends were good guys, and they knew when it was right or wrong to start picking on Mark - and right now Mark was just concentrating on having a good time. "Hey, you guys wanna head to the back of the crowd? Maybe mess around back there," Mark suggested. It really was immature, but Mark had always seen previous seniors act just as he was. So Mark was basically just up-holding the tradition.

When he made it to the back, Mark saw Natalie - he waved to her and smiled. He didn't really know her that well, nor did he hang out with her, but he had talked to her a few times last year during Fourth Period. He definitely thought she had the looks - then again, so had that one girl he had almost poked. Shaking his head, Mark turned his attention back to his friends.

Natalie tried to wave, but realized her hands were full of posters and papers. That what she got for trying to advertise herself around the school. Hopefully, she'd win the class election this year just like the years before.

She was now starting to hang all of her poster on every corner seemed like. Stapling. Taping. Gluing and even hot gluing. Her face would have to be seen now. While she was doing all of this she could see the rest of the populars and jocks laughing at her and saying stuff like "Who would vote for a freak like you?" and "Go hug a tree!" But this oddly didn't get her down.

Besides, she was surprised they could even read the content on her wonderful posters. They could barely read their own textbooks for that matter. She'd have to win now.

Betty Liz woke up, nearly falling out of the backseat. She grabbed a comb, and got her out of her face enough so that she could see. She checked the passenger seat and grabbed her black high tops. She rummaged around her bag to find a different pair of socks, and replaced them with the ones from the day before. Her IPod was sitting in the cupholder, and was plugged into the car. She turned it up, playing Know Your Enemy by Green Day. She got out of her car, still in her tank top and pajama pants from yesterday, and opened her trunk. In it, was her skateboard, autographed by Tony Hawk, and about ten boxes of Pop-Tarts and Captain Crunch. She grabbed a pack of Pop-Tarts and a box of Captain Crunch, and got back into the car.

According to the clock, it was almost time for school to open. She wasn't too concerned, since she was in the parking lot. Betty Liz didn't really trust herself to get there on time, so she made sure that she was there a day before. After the song ended, and she ate her Pop-Tarts, she grabbed a few books. They were used and written on, but she was supposed to have them, so she didn't give a shit. Either way, she didn't have all of them, so she knew people were going to bitch at her, anyway. I guess it's time for me to go She pulled out her IPod from the car, and replaced them with headphones, now listening to American Idiot.

She headed out, and rode over to the entrance on her skateboard, dodging people as they all rushed to get to the door. But her favorite thing to do was ride "The Ramp", which was part of a stone fixture that everyone loved to jump off. She did it every morning, and always landed. One time, she even scared some nerd by jumping over him, and he stood there, shivering, after she rode by him. Some of the best rushes are free.

Betty Liz sped up on her board, and jumped off The Ramp, landing it, hearing many praise from her friends and other skaters. "Yes!" she said, raising her hands up, the Captain Crunch box still in her hand. She got off her board, and decided to carry it, since she was still kind of hungry and knew that she'd fall off if she tried to multi-task. She took a handfull, while friends and aquantinces (sp?) gathered around her.

"That was awesome, dude."
"Really cool, man."
"Wish I was as good as you."

She nodded, not wanting to gross everyone out with chewed up Captain Crunch. This was usual now, since she was officially a senior and officially the best skater around. When her mouth wasn't full, she decided to reply to all of the admiration.
"Well, if and when you move out and live in your car and have nothing to do on weekends, you'll be as good as me." she said, and they all laughed, partly because they knew they would never have the guts to do so, and that it would be a bit too much to give, just to be a better skater. You better believe it, and they started talking about the X-Game skaters and snowboarders. "Hey, you guys wanna skate through the halls?" she said, and they nodded their heads eagerly.

The group waited for everyone else to pass and pulled their skateboards out their bookbags. Betty Liz led, as the others swerved through groups of people, making people nervous, and entertaining people that weren't nearby. Then, they had been stopped by a line of people who Betty recognized as "The Jocks". They were walking very slowly, and it was annoying the hell out of the rest of them. She didn't really know their names, except the seniors. So, after being frustrated enough, she finally decided to let them have it. "Hey Mark, hurry the hell up. If you can haul ass on that goddamn football field, I'm sure as hell that you can haul ass down this goddamn hallway." she said boldly, a few of the other jocks turning their heads at her and her group. She gave them a look, and they quickly turned their heads back to the front. Not many people messed with Betty Liz, and many of them knew of her temper.

Name: Brance Nichols
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Clique: Rocker/Prep

Appearance:

Personality: Brance is laid back and likes to flirt around with girls, although he does occasionally find himself in a serious relationship where he gets screwed over. He loves music and gaming, and just wants to have fun overall.

Likes: Girls, guitar, writing, gaming, movies, fast cars, and rock music
Dislikes: Classical, country, and R&B music, drinking, drugs, and posers

Status: Single, looking for either flings or a serious relationship if it comes along

Mark stopped,then turned to face Betty Liz. He wasn't jerk - certainly not the jerk she was playing him out to be. That ticked Mark off; the football player liked to think of himself as nice guy, despite his reputation as being a merciless, barbaric linebacker who liked to break kid's necks. He walked up to her, not afraid of her anger or any of her friends, and said: "I'm sorry." With a smile that told Betty 'You won't get anger outta' me,' Mark and his jock friends turned around and walked away.

Some of his friends were muttering to themselves - "Why didn't Mark start shit?" - but they didn't say anything aloud. They knew that if Mark had started something, they would have ten other skaters to deal with - and none of them afraid to get into a fight. Plus they knew Mark was a respectable guy and didn't start stuff. Indeed, if anyone started stuff it was the other person and Mark definitely finished it.

Mark strode down the hallway with his friends, deciding to find some people to hang with before the first period bell rang.

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ooc: Hey man. Accepted.

ooc: thanks

Brance was sitting outside the school playing one of his acoustic guitars. At the moment, he was playing the song Wonderwall by Oasis and singing along. Personally, Brance didn't like the singer's voice..but the song was amazing, and when he was singing it he felt like it gave the song a better sound to it. That may make him look vain, but it's just his own point of view. He was waiting for the first period bell to ring, and then he'd take his guitar to the first class of the day..which was Music Theory. All of his classes this year were just easy elective classes that he wanted to do, 1st- Music Theory 2nd- History of Rock and Roll 3rd- Creative Writing 4th- Journalism...the rest of the day he was free to do whatever he wanted.

This was his first year at this school. Kind of lame to start your senior year across the country from all your friends..but he was sure he would find some new guys to hang with and some new girls to date here. Who knew what this last year of his high school life was going to be like?

Abigail located her locker and shuffled her books into one arm as she tried the combination. After putting it in she tried the handle but it didn't work. The books in her arm slipped and she dropped one. Abbi pulled on the locker handle harder. It jerked open too quickly however and she hit herself in the forehead with it. She fell backward, her books landing on the ground and one smacked her in the stomach. She groaned.

Everyone in the halls stopped to laughe and Abbi turned bright red. She quickly gathered her books and started shoving them into her locker as she tried to hide her face, 'maybe no one will recognize me later...'

Name: Brooke Cooper
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Clique: Prep

Appearance: See bottom of post

Personality: Brooke is a sweet girl who is happiest when surrounded by her friends. She is out going, and never afraid to try anything once. She loves to be the center of attention and has been told on more than one occassion that she has no "indoor voice." Her reputation and what people think of her matter a lot to Brooke, although she would love to deny it. If someone doesn't like her, or is mad at her, it bothers her. She goes out of her way to make sure her best friends are happy and have everything they need. Although generally a nice girl, Brooke has no problem speaking her mind or standing up for herself or others when she has too.

Likes and Dislikes:
Likes - Animals, singing, reading, writing, shopping, tanning
Dislikes - Math, rude or disrespectful people, clowns.

Status: Brooke has had a boyfriend for most of high school. He graduated last year... and then cheated on her over the summer. Now she is single.


Name: Brian Cooper
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Clique: Jock/ Prep

Appearance: See Bottom of post

Personality: For the most part, Brian is a laid back and fun loving guy. He is the type of person who is up for anything, anytime. He is very adventurous and outdoorsy, always getting dirty, He loves to work on one of his many cars or dirt bikes, and he is always the life of every party. Brian is also very protective of his twin sister, Brooke. Though only a few minutes older, Brian loves to play the role of the big brother. He is always looking out for Brooke, and his sweet side comes out mostly when he is taking care of her.

Likes and Dislikes:
Likes - Paintball, Football, Lacrosse, Hockey, Cars, Trucks, Dirt Bikes, Motercycles, Parties,
Dislikes - School, Nerds, Books and any guy that tries to date his sister.


Status: Single. He prefers to stay that way.


Brooke and Brian.. hopefully you can figure out which one is which.
Oh, and they both have blue eyes, it's hard to tell in the picture.
And Brooke dyes her hair, naturally it is very dark like Brian's hair is.

EDIT: Give me a minute... my picture won't work =(

Some of Mark's friends were among those pointing and laughing at Abbi, but Mark wasn't. "Cool it, guys," he said as he walked over to her. He noticed she missed a book, so he picked it up for her and held it out. "Don't worry about them; they see me talking to you they won't bother you for the rest of the year." Though Mark didn't like to brag about his popularity, he did have to admit that it had its advantages - like now. No one would bug Abbi now that Mark was seen conversing with her, even helping her out. "What's your name? I'm Mark. Mark Smith, senior."

If possible, Abigail turned even redder. She accepted the book from him and offered a small smile. "Thanks," she said tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm Abigail Thompson...I just tranfered here."

BEEP BEEP BEEP!!

Brooke groaned as she rolled over to look at her clock. If the glaring red numbers were right, then she was very close to being late for her first day of senior year. As she rose from bed and shuffled over to her closet, Brian's voice rang out from down the hall. He was yelling for Brooke to hurry up.

With a sigh, she began rifling through her closet. She had spent a countless amount of money on back to school clothes, but now nothing seemed right. She knew Brian would be in a T-Shirt, Jeans and baseball hat. Boys had it so much easier.

Due too her lack of time, Brooke just had to through something together quickly. She opted for a pale pink V - Neck long sleeved shirt, white shorts, and pink flip flops. She also put in a pair of diamond stud earrings and a few beaded necklaces to pull the look together. Today, she was just going for effortless.

Brian yelled again as he walked to his truck, threatening Brooke that he wouldn't drive her if she took any longer to get ready. Of course Brooke had a car of her own, but her red Audi was in the shop, due to an unfortunate accident with a curb that resulted in a popped tire, amongst other things.

Brooke grabbed her bag and headed outside. Brian was now laying on his horn, and all the neighbors who were out collecting their morning papers were staring. Brooke mumbled an apology, then climbed in the truck. It took considerable effort, since she was only 5'3".

Brian hit the gas as soon as Brooke was in the truck. The tired made a loud squealing sound as she whipped out of the Cooper's circular driveway. Within minutes they were parked in the school lot. Brian opened his door to get out, already seeing people he wanted to socialize with before frist bell. Brooke however, remained immobile, just staring straight ahead.

"What is it?" Brian asked, shutting his door with a sigh.

Brooke remained silent for a few moments before she replied.
"What are they going to say? I bet everyone knows by know..." she let her sentence trail off. Brooke was of course referring to the news that over the summer, her boyfriend of two years had cheated on her before leaving for college. Brooke was one of those people who cared too much what people thought of her, so going to school really bothered her.

"Brooke, everyone in that school loves you and knows Jay was an idiot. Besides, anyone who says otherwise is gunna have to deal with me. Now come on, or we are gunna be late."

Brooke nodded and got out of the car. She tried to convince herself that Brian was right as they walked into the school together.