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errr....sorry it's long. I am new to this website but not at role playing. Please join. you dnt have to post nearly as long as this post just a profile and a few sentences.
This is who i need.
any original characters(to be my characters friends and everything...)
A guy she meet at the party(that turns into her crush)
the birthday girl that doesn't really like my character

you can make up the names

Name: Isabella
Age: 16
personality: you'll have to RP with me to find out :0)
looks:
http://cm1.dotspotter.com/media/0/8/77/emma-watson-2-top.0.0.0x0.400x488.jpeg
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/00790/Emma-Watson_790934c.jpg

^my characters hair is longer and with loose curls

The warmth of the sun started fading away. Autumn was approaching. Everyday, walking home, she's observe each leaf change to those radiant colors: yellow, orange, brown... as they bunched together before falling, she'd admire them trying to record the moment of walking down the street from school, looking into the distance where the silver brown trees would lean forward, making an arch. It as beautiful, and her favorite season.
The sudden cold wind brushed against her pale, delicate skin. Her legs trembled as she felt the breezy go through her thin blue jeans, forcing her to zip up her dark brown jacket. She was impressed on how her little light blue sweater resisted the wind from hitting her, more than the thick jacket. As she made her way to the back door, her gold curls got in the way. She shut the door with her hair blocking her sight. Her honey-brown eyes squinted as the last breeze hit her. She groaned and let her backpack slide off her aching shoulder. Rubbing her shoulder, she tried making the pain disappear. It didn't. she picket it up again and headed to her room. The room was pretty small. It was messy, but as the same time pretty neat. She didn't mind the mess as much as her mother did. Sh dropped the backpack on the big, blue, fluffy chair in her room that she barely used and sat down at the creamy color chair in front of her computer. Staring at the pitch black screen she looked at her wooden desk. It was the messiest part about her room. It was always flooding with books and paper. The cd's above were always in a neat pile, except occasionally when they were scattered and out of the case. Her father hated that.
"Bella, you should take more care of your things." Isabella heard his baritone voice echo in her head. she rolled her eyes. There was no one at her house. When younger she hated being a lone and feeling that sudden fear of what if something happens and no one's around? But now she treasured the being alone moments. She liked the quiet and no talking. Not that she didn't like hearing her mothers gentile voice everyday asking how school went. it's just that she didn't like to hear the constant nagging of ho she should interact with more people and ditch her quietness. Isabella was never outgoing, but when she talked to people that really understood her they wished she would just shut up. She couldn't help but smile a little.
Her cellphone started vibrating. Isabella jumped a bit, startled.
The phone number wasn't one she knew....after all she only had her parents number. It had only been about two months since she moved to the small town. Although the students at her new school welcomed her more than she needed them to, she always felt misplaced. they surrounded her with questions and names. She couldn't answer any...maybe it was because she didn't know exactly who she was. Isabella hesitated in picking up the phone. It could always be a prank call. She enjoyed prank calls. It was quite entertaining to hear some bunch of kids saying stupid things and trying hard to not let their giggles take control of their game.She finally reached for the phone.
"Hello?" the voice spoke. It was a familiar voice, but Isabella wasn't so sure who it was.
"hey Bella, we were just wondering if you'd like to come to my birthday party.." The we part got her attention.
we? who's we?
The girl on the phone finally said her name and her address. Isabella remembered her from English class. The girl seemed like she was being forced to invite Isabella for some reason. She didn't seem to be quite fond of Isabella....that was something she had noticed when she met the girl on the phone.
Although Isabella wanted to make friends, she didn't feel like going to the party. She was never too excited for parties, and the whole finding a dress and being nervous as soon as she walked through the doors, hearing a bunch of people come to her saying her name and talking, although she didn't know them....made everything seem stressing. Isabella thought about her mother. No doubt her mother would keep trying to convince Isabella to go, until she couldn't stand it anymore and caved in.
"alright. I will be there. thanks for the invitation."s he responded after the silence. Isabella put the phone down and sighed, leaning back into the chair. Something in Isabella urged her to move to the living room. where her not-so-fancy-yet-classic piano appears to be. She sat down and moved her hand toward it. She felt her fingertips touch something soft and started playing a sweet and low melody. Each note came out gracefully and perfect. Isabella smiled and let her fingers move more rapid. The sound of the suave music started to increase with a gentile sound.
Her eyes opened and she gasped,a s the sound of the door in the back shut closed. Her hands fell into some random keys and made a sinister and messy sound. She turned around and found her mother at the corner. "your playing again!"her mother yelled in joy. Isabella smiled awkwardly and gave her mother a hug. "er...how was your day?"she asked trying to change the subject. Her mothers olive green eyes smiled and filled with words, as she moved the piece of hair on Isabella's cheek, behind her ears. revealing her small silver hoops she wore everyday. Isabella smiled at her mother's enthusiasm for her.