*Cuz of poisonlips, I came back, is the manager position open? Now, by "manager" I meant a guy around your age, who just happen to be good at organizing, and negotiation, not some creepy 30 year old guy who loves money.*

OOC: *does her happy dance*

Name: Charlotte "Charlie" Ambani.

Age: 15, going on 16.

Gender: Female.

Personality + Bio: Charlie is a very friendly girl, that just arrived from India. She is the only child of Mukhesh Ambani is the 5th richest man in the world, and the richest man in Asia. Her mother is a famous model from Australia. Charlie likes to keep it on the low, but where ever she goes she stands out from the crowd. She has a great sense of humor which goes well with her friendly personality. Her life is all about music, she sings, dances, and plays 3 instruments. (Guitar, piano and violin.) She hated living in India, where she used to get marriage proposals from the age of 12, only for two reasons. Her father's money, and her stunning appearance. She left India and started high school here she hopes to find true love, and she's looking forward to make some friends on the way.

Position: Female vocals and Acoustic Guitarist.

Other: She has a secret, there's a world-known website called "ask Sally." It's a website where millions of people around the world, mainly teenagers, post questions on the website, and Sally gives them advice. Her advice makes small differences to some, and for others, she changes their lives, but who would listen to her if they knew she was just some 15 year old rich girl? She spends hours on end, thinking out every way she can help these people, and she never ever expects anything in return. She knows everyone's secrets, but she doesn't plan on sharing them with the world.

Appearance:

IC: Charlie was seated outside the Principals office, with two body guards in full black standing like two skyscrapers. She let a sigh pass through her lips and she noticed someone watching her from the corner of her eye. She turned her head towards the girl and smiled sweetly at her. She wasn't so sure if she'd judge her right away, like everyone else. It puzzled Charlie as to why people make such stupid generalizations against girls that come from wealthy families. She wasn't like that at all, oh nothing like them. It was torture to hear wealthy people whining about everything, she'd rather just go to the beach with her normal friends, but she left them, and it's a new beginning for her. And she really hopes that it's a good one.

The balding principal had just given Charlie a tour of the school, and he had hurried into his office to print out her time table. And he's been in there for over 10 minutes.

Fern watched Roxy disappear inside and shrugged, looking towards the others. She hadn't seen who was last. As long as she wasn't buying, it didn't matter to her. She remembered the dollar she had borrowed from Roxy earlier and took it out as she tied her roller blades together and put them over her shoulder. Her and her friends had a few classes together but not many. she was in mostly every lower class except music and peotry. Everything else she was close if not already failing out of. Her first class today was gym unfortunatly, seeing as she was as coordinated as a one legged chair, this was not going to be a fun morning.

Name: Ken Ventura
Age: 17
Gender:Male
Personality: Being a hidden genius, he is bored for the classes that were given to him. He likes to negotiate his way through life, and he can make people say "yes". His grades are average, he is as lazy as they come. But he can commit to something if he finds it interesting. He can get interested in a certain matter very quickly, but he can lose interest just as quick. He keeps to himself, but talk when is talked to. Seeing a band forming, he thought this would be a good chance for him to have some entertainment.
Position: Manager.
Bio: School work is boring, he only go there in hope to find some interesting people. So far, it's not working.
Other: He carries a pocket knife, just in case of threats.
Appearance:

Tyler watched Roxy run past them into the school, followed by Fern with her rollerblades on her back. Looking back down the road, he could see Lizzie running towards the steps, James falling behind. Smiling, he got off the steps and headed into the school. Looks like James will be paying today. Tyler really didn't want to pay for Fern again. He walked to his locker, opened it, put his bass and rucksack into it, and grabbed his biology books. He never liked having a science in the morning, but he had failed it once, so he needed to take it again.

Fern stopped by a vending machine on her way to class, buying a granola bar with the dollar she had borrowed from her friends as she headed towards gym class. She hummed loudly to herself as she headed down the crowded hallways and casually ignored the whispers and stares that followed her as she did. She wasn't the most popular among the other students. Really, the only friends she had were those that were in the band with her. everyone else couldn't stand her and it really did upset her sometimes. She wondered if she was a bother to her friends as well. She was pretty sure someone would tell her if she was, they were close that way.

James could have beaten Roxy easily, but she would surely pick a fight with him about starting the bet and about a whole lot of shit he didn't care to hear so he slowed himself on purpose. As he entered the school he wore a smile knowing that everyone was going to suffer first period but not him since he had a study hall. He made his way to his locker which was unfortunately close to the principal office, the principal always tried to be all buddy buddy with him always asking him to help the lame new students, it was a task that befell anyone whose locker was the now unlucky 777. Grabbing his books silently before the principal saw him he shut his locker door and tiptoed down the hallway but not before waving at a cute girl sitting in the office.

Lizzie’s first class was art which she enjoyed. Art was her favorite thing besides the band and playing her drums. Her favorite thing to draw was people. She had numerous pictures of her friends and a few random people that she saw in the mall and places like that. She had somewhat of a photographic memory so she’d only really need to see the person once to then actually draw them. She smiled as she walked down the hall to her art class.

Roxy sighed, then grabbed her guitar cas and ran to find Lizzie. They always had the same classes so she was always discussing stuff with her, they where almost the closest pair in the band. As she skidded a corner and ran forward, she bashed into Lizzie whilst looking for her, and fell to the floor, laughing. She pushed herself up and held a hand out to Lizzie. "Hi!" She almost shouted, then giggled and picked up her guitar case.

Lizzie was actually wondering where Roxy was when Roxy ran into her and knocked both of them over. She knew exactly who it was and couldn’t keep from laughing as she sat there on the ground. She took Roxy’s hand when she held it out for her to help her up. “Hey Roxy! How are you?” She asked her friend with a smile as they stood there.

The moment Tyler walked into his class, his teacher handed him a note, telling him to head down to the office. Groaning, he grabbed the paper and headed back out the door. Usually, when he went to the office, it was never good. He walked the down the hall at a casual pace, not wanting to hurry the inevitable.

When he walked into the office, he found the principal satnding there, waiting. Next to him was a big man in a suit, standing at attention, a scowl on his face. Another man like him stood a few feet away. But in between them, Tyler saw a girl, about his age, who he had never seen before. ((This would be you, PoisonedLacedLips.)) He turned to the principal for an explaintion. He told Tyler that the girl was Charlotte Ambani, a new girl who needed a little help on her first day.

Tyler nodded and turned to her, putting on his best smile. He felt his cheeks get warmer, a blush rising to them. He was never good at meeting new people. He offered his hand, sticking it between the two mountains of muscles. "Hi, I'm Tyler. Nice to meet you."

((I thought that one of us should bring your character in, Poisoned. So, first day tour guide. ^_^))

Fern did not like gym. It wasn't that she was bad at running or out of shape, but when you were in a class of a group of kids who all, as soon as you were out of earshot, probably used you as the victum to their gossip, dodgeball was a pain.

after being forced onto a team by the coach and immediatly being chosen as a sacrifice to save one of the more important players, she was sick and done with gym class for the next few weeks...or years. Give or take. She decided to go out with a bang. Picking up a rubber red ball as she sat on the sidelines and tossing it as hard as she possibly could into the face of one of the sour face girls on the floor, giggling as she did. Then shee thanked the coach when he handed herr a slip to go to the office an wait out the rest of class, bowing to him graciously as she left. Being written up was better than sitting there while people pretend you don;t exist.

Roxy laughed and held onto Lizzie's arm, then ran towards the art class. "Come on, we're gonna be late!" She shouted as she ran, then pushed into the art room door, laughing like mad when the teacher looked at her, then let go of Lizzie's arm and sat down in her seat. She waited for Lizzie to sit down before she asked "Hey, where's Ken, he said he'd meet us here or before school?" She got out her art things then started on her work.

Lizzie said down with a smile. She looked at Roxy when she asked where Ken was. “I haven’t a clue where he is.” She said honestly as she pulled out her drawing notebook. She began to flip through the pages looking at all of her drawings. She finally came to the end where there was an unfinished drawing of a guy she saw at the mall the other day. She began to finish the drawing.

As James rounded the corner he danced in celebration of his 'Great Escape' of the principal. He decided he would reward himself by taking the long way to class, he might even skip no one really cared if you came to study hall anyway. Taking the gym hallway he thought he might stop and make fun of Fern, but his eyes soon rested on her familiar figure in the hallway. "Hey, aint you supposed to be in there instead of out here?" as he spoke he noticed the slip in her hand and he began laughing "Ah I see, 'The old get in trouble to get out of class' routine huh?"

((Sorry ive been gone. My computer crashed. Im at the library now. Iand im not sure how frequent my posts will be but ill do my best and make at least a post a day hopefully till it gets fixed.^^))

Fern saw James and waved happily to him, the slip clutched against herself like it was the greatest treasure in the world. "Well listening to the principle jabber on and on about integrity and all that jazz is better times a billion then listening to Suzan Winchston makie fun of my two left feet." She grinned amusingly though at the thought. "What about you though? I hear there's a new student around and considering you got the dreaded locker 777..." She trailed off, looking behind him and doing a full circle to see if the new kid was hiding somewhere. "Did you ditch the kid in the bathroom or push him out a window?"

James nodded as he fully understood what she was talking about, but he of course being a guy enjoyed gym especially dodgeball. He started laughing as she accused him of pushing the kid out the window "Naw that's more of Roxy's style. But I activated my ninja like skills and evaded the principals radar." He laughed as he stood with his fist on his waist like he was a hero "I'm not sure though, but I think the new kid is a girl, there was some cute chic sitting in his office. But don't worry though she wasn't as cute as you." James said as he flirted with her which he always did it was nothing new.

"Yeah. Definatly more Roxy's style." She poked him in the stomach when he puffed out his chest like the hero, instantly deflating him. "Cuter than me? We wouldn't want that now, would we. I don't think I could deal with any competion for your high standards." she rolled her eyes, smiling though as she elbowed him in the side.

"A girl though? That's cool. What grade do you think?" She asked. She ws in no hurry to get to the office. She much rather just hang out in the hall where she was free.

James gigged like the Pillsbury doughboy as she poked him in his stomach. James stop in his tracks trying to recall the girls looks. "Hmm...She looked about our age so she is probably a sophomore too then." But he would soon find out anyway since he was on his way back down there with Fern. "So what, are you actually going to go down to his office or are you going to skip ? Either way I'm down, I got study hall anyway and if they say something I'm just gone be like I was showing the new student around. The Perfect Excuse, right?"

"Skip going to the office, James? And miss out on a thirty minute lecture via principle? What kinda person do you think I am?" She laughed sarcastically. the last thing she wanted was to hang out in the office for the rest if the period. It should almost be over by now but it wasn't worth going there. "And I think you are hanging out with Lizzie too much. You're lies just keep growing and growing." She took a few steps down the hallway, headless of where she was headed as long as it was forwards and away from the gym. she really didn't care what excuses he made. She was just teasing him like she did every day. That was her job. She was the taunting, annoying, sarcastic one in the groop. But they lover her anyways so she wasn't about to change her ways.