Deirbhile (Or D)

Blake pushes past me, Robyn, Kira and LJ, head bowed. I let out a low whistle, as Robyn claps, LJ and Kira grinning widely. Ray did it. He actually stood up to Blake. Holy sh.it.
"Holy sh.it." Robyn mirrors my thoughts, and I nod in agreement, as Kira and LJ talk animately to one another.
My eyes drift over to Reid, looking lost, torn between congratulating Ray and going after Blake. She catches my eye and I smile slightly. Despit the metaphorical crown on her head, she's not all bad.
I walk up to Ray, "Hey, congrats."
"Th-Thanks." He mutters, seemingly distracted.
"Come on, you thrashed him, how are you not celebrating?" I ask in disbelief.
"It's nothing." He shakes his head, as I raise an eyebrow.
"Nothing, huh?"
He nods.
"Because you not being happy that you showed Blake who's boss is nothing." I deadpan.
Ray chews his lip momentarily, before sighing, "I feel bad. Should I go apologise?"
"After all the sh.it he's done to you?" I scoff, then pause, "Wait- no, don't listen to me. I can be a stone cold bit.ch who will carry grudges to my grave."
The corners of his mouth twitch up, as more people begin crowding around us, congratulating Ray. I get jostled and pushed slightly away from him, so I stand on my tiptoes and yell, "Do whatever feels right!" Before I get swallowed by the large crowd.
Being surrounded by sweaty teens, I cringe, and back away.

Archie Harris

Laura was hyper from watching that rap battle, and she wouldn't stop talking. All I had to do was occasionally mumble a vague yes or no, or nod every so often, and I was pretty much free to wander wherever my mind wanted. Unfortunately, my mind was pretty fixed on John's face, and I was really obviously staring.
"Archie?" Laura poked me in the arm.
"Oh-" I grasped for a mumbling noise I hadn't made already- "Yeah, of course."
"I asked you who you were staring at." Laura mock snapped, shooting me a cross look. "You aren't listening." I shrugged, not really sorry, but pretending to be. Talking to Laura was too much effort now I had to use every inch of my being to stop myself from telling her Reid's secret. Plus, something more important was happening. A certain sixth former was making his way over here, and I finally think I'm ready to talk to him.

"You didn't run away this time." John said when he finally arrived over. He didn't walk slowly, but in the time it did take, Laura had started walking and talking with some other girls.
"I guess not." John fell into step next to me and started to lead me back towards the school building. Typical of him, he was almost programmed to be back and ready for form before the lunch hour even ended. "I want to talk to you about... what happened, Arch." He said, quieter and less confident than he usually is. He waited for a couple of seconds, giving me time t respond if I wanted to. I didn't. "Not here, Obviously, not in school. I don't think anymore drama needs to happen today," He started to talk faster, stumbling over his words. Nervous, hmn? It was pretty cute. "So, um, how about, out of school? Because everything happened so fast and we never really-"
"I don't think you should come to mine." I responded. I actually wanted to talk about things, after a few months of questions buzzing around my head, I was ready for some peace. Even if the answers were the ones I'd always been to afraid of getting.
"Oh, you- you want to?" He looked down at me, surprised. I only nodded, noticing how close we were to the school building. There was still a crowd following Ray. His rap was pretty cool, but I spent the entire time frozen, afraid someone would swing at him.
"You could come to mine, then. We could order Pizza-" he was tentative, seemingly afraid to go on, as if each new word was a step further into a minefield.
"Damn." I interrupted, suddenly sick of the nervous edge in his voice.
"What?" John stopped walking, and i realized he'd been fiddling with the hem of his jumper the entire time.
"Well now I have to come, it's physically impossible for me to turn down an offer with pizza." I grinned, having to look up slightly to make eye contact. Thankfully it worked, and John laughed. Maybe I hadn't ruined my entire life.

Blake Silverstein

"That mother***er has a bloody death wish doesn't he?"
"Yeah like he didn't even win. You were way better-'
Not true
"I heard his ma issa wh.ore or somethin'-"
Its not true when i was the one who struggled to keep from bursting into fresh tears.
Me?
We were skipping class, sitting on the flood soaked wall that lay, crumbling on side of the old playground. Hidden from the rest of the world. The air was still damp from flooding. The boys were being nice, I could tell. They bantered like always. Like life wasn't shlt. tiptoeing around me as if I were a bomb about to go off.
I had a joint in my left hand because my right kept shaking for some reason. I barely glanced at it. I had no interest whatsoever in getting high. I just focused on the swings, and the way they hung so slowly with the wind.
back and forth. squeaking with neglect.
"we're gonna get him back for sure!"
"You bet.."
"Yeah that bi.tch is gonna cry and cry and.."
I didn't engage in conversation. My thoughts were far away. I watched Four brown sparrows sit on the swings. They ruffled their wet feathers, sending droplets back and forth with the pull of the swing.
the ceiling fan
The sparrows flew off when a pair of robins arrived to the scene. They discussed matters of importance with the squeaking swings and I almost laughed at the idea of birds talking.
With his own belt
birds weren't smart enough. Their brains were too small. But gosh they sure looked like they were talking.
A new bird joined them, it was red. I adjusted myself on the wall, leaning forward to get a better view.
red
I blinked and suddenly it wasn't a swing that was hanging there but something else entirely.
Something cold and dead.
And even though I knew that thing wasn't really there, it was still all too real.
Now the shadows of the trees that loomed over the playground were bobbing on the wall above me, in rhythm with the swinging body. The terror leaped down my throat all at once- like swallowing something hot and horrible. I could have sworn he smiled at me, smiled with his lifeless eyes.
He'd been suffering for a very long time
I gasped and let the joint fall from my hand. it almost fell like slow-motion. I was clearly distressed but the boys didn't notice, or maybe they were too scared to say anything.
And as soon as I saw it, the allusion was gone. the swings were there once again.
Just my mind playing tricks on me. Just Aiden haunting me. the little shi.t.
"That bi.tch is gonna want to kill himself when I'm done with him!" Jango spat, and the boys laughed.
Even though it wasn't funny. There was nothing funny about any of this. bunch of d.icks.
I jumped down from the wall, stepped on the joint and started walking in the direction of the school.
"Ah where are you going?" someone called out but I kept walking. I had to keep moving. If i stood still the terror would catch up with me again and maybe this time I wouldn't be able to resurface.
I had to keep moving.
I felt so much older. I felt like I was using so much energy in avoiding thinking about him.
I couldn't think about it. I couldn't think about never seeing him again. I couldn't let people see just how ***ing ***ed up everything is now. Maybe I was being selfish, who the *** cares anyway.
***ing hell.
Then I saw Archie, that little g@y fruit, walking with John. Class must have just ended.
He looked happy. How the *** does he get to be happy when I'm drowning? That f@ggot.
I felt myself grow angry. Angry enough to kick the shi.t out of Archie even though he didn't do anything.
But oh yes- he did. He was friends with Aiden. He was friends with him so why does he get to be happy?
i marched up to them, my eyes were bloodshot and those freaks must have seen the crazy in them, the murder in my eyes, because Oh Boy! They looked scared.
Good. I'll give the something to be scared about. I'll make them so scared. More scared then me.
But something in me clicked, snapped maybe. Something made me not think about myself but about Aiden.
I stopped halfway there. John and Archie were still staring at me, their fear replaced with utter confusion.
I hesitated, cursed under my breath, flipping my middle finger to an unknown enemy in the sky and then continued walking towards them.
They must really think I've lost it now.
"Err- em hey." I Said, my voice broke and I felt my face growing hot.
"Hey." John replied. His gaze was cool and calm. A shocking contrast to Archie's, who looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights.
"A-Archie, I ah- I was wondering' if you'd like wanna go to you know-" I hesitated again, the terror was just beyond the corners of my eyes, ready to creep up on me.
"I was wondering' if you'd go to Aiden's funeral? It's on this saturday I eh I think." the words finally tumbled from my mouth. I had to rip my gaze from my shoes. I wanted to run before the terror got me again. I didn't want to be haunted. So i squared my jaw and waited.

Archie Harris

I looked up at John. Then back to Blake.
What the fu(k was happening today? had we fallen into a parallel universe? When I saw Blake marching over, I thought he was going to beat me up. Like all the times I walk past him in the park on the walk home, but worse. He looked so furious, and I know I hid behind John. But when he spoke he was afraid. And we were both afraid. And his brother was dead.
"Yeah, sure I'll go-" It felt wrong to finish the sentence with his name. He might hit me if I say his name. He probably won't. But he might. And then all I could do was watch his hand, just to make sure. And it was shaking, really hard. My hands have never been that shaky.
"Are you okay, Blake?" I whispered, after a couple of minutes of just entertaining the thought of speaking. Suddenly Blake Silverstein wasn't stronger or bigger or louder than me. (Well, he was, but he didn't seem- you get it) He wasn't scary. He looked very afraid, and sad. And his brother was dead. And my best childhood friend was dead. But, his brother. The words went round and round in my head. I couldn't think of a single useful thing to say. So I said some not very useful things.
"Did you know that there are these Japanese demons that impersonate the people you've lost to make you vulnerable so they can trick you into falling into hell? I saw about it in an anime and I know it isn't relevant but when my mum had a mis.carriage she couldn't go into hospitals without seeing babies and I told her that the demon can only impersonate people that got into heaven and that comforted her so I guess I just thought-" I jumped back as Blake's fist flew at my face. I collided with John, who was standing behind me. That's why I didn't see the warning looks for me to shut up. So I deserved it if he beat me up now. But Blake slowly brought his fist back in, towards his chest.
"Sorry." He murmured, with a little difficulty. Understandable, if you consider the ammount of pride he had to swallow.

Ray Fon

~-~
I.T class was hard to concentrate in when people were murmuring about my rap battle. Sh.it, stop making feel guilty, for f.ucks sake!
Actually, I think I deserve all the guilt.
I touched my mask. I feel so guilty that.... I'm thinking that I should let him beat me up.
But not guilty enough to reveal my face.
A rabbit and wolf were fighting against each other in my head. I'm surprised how strong the rabbit is, keeping my guilt and telling me to apologise. I would, but I'm scared. What if he beats me up at first sight? No, he can do that. But what if he reveals my face? He's going to make me feel insecure! He's going to post my face on social media and all the students of my previous school in this high school are going to hunt me down just to tease me and-
"Hey, Ray." Someone clicked their fingers in front of my face, snapping me out of my thinking. I turned to the speaker. His eyes were fixed on the computer. "You alright there? People treating you kindly making you feel strange?"
I shook my head and inspected his appearance. His hair was black, like mine, except he had red highlights. He had a black jacket with two red rings going around his sleeve. The shirt he wore beneath was revealed and maroon with outlines of a white wolf. His pants were plain black and his sneakers were also black with white stars and laces.
Strange. I've never seen him before.
I asked him rather quietly, "D-did you transfer here?" He replied with silence and, a few moments later, a sigh. He faced me. "I'm the kid who no one ever notices. I'm the kid who's good at being invisible whenever I want to or not, which is why I chose these clothes to come to school. People only notice me during roll call or when I want them to notice, which is hardly." The bell rang, meaning that school ended. The students flooded out of the doors to retrieve their bags to go home. He sli.pped on his hood. "Name's Karma. I don't understand why my name is a noun, but I like it."
We both left our seats and walked towards the door, making our way to the lockers. "My name's a noun," I whispered. He must have heard me, because he laughed straight after my sentence. "True, true." He then opened his locker which was actually next to mine. I didn't know that.
Then again, he did say he becomes invisible when he wants to.
"Bet you never knew I was here," he said, grabbing his bag. Great. He can turn invisible and read people's minds.
I nodded and grabbed my bag. He asked if he could talk with me some more, me saying yes, and we walked down the halls, exiting the building. It was nice talking to him. I've discovered that he can rap and sing. He proved it to me by doing so. He's also good at technological stuff, apparently. He explains that he wears a hood when he's in his "invisibility" mode and takes it off when he's in "reveal" mode. On top of that, he can do self-defence as well. We talked some more, that is, until I spotted three people on the foot path we were walking down. One was someone I don't know but seen, the other was Archie and...
...Blake.
The wolf told me to run away, but the rabbit told me to confront him. To say sorry. I hesitated and Karma stopped walking as well. He asked what was wrong until his eyes fell upon the trio ahead of us. He then faced me. "Scared to meet him again?" I nodded. I asked if he knew any of them, him answering no. Sh.it, I was hoping that he was Blake's friend so then we could talk our way out of any trouble.
He sighed. "Listen, masked kid, there are two outcomes from running from your troubles. One is that you forget about it and you're free and all that sh.it. Two is when you run away and escape, but the memory will haunt you forever. In this situation, two is more certain."
I looked down, my shoulders drooping in disappointment. He was right. I eventually decided to listen to the rabbit and say sorry. Karma said that he'll protect me if he does anything stupid. That made me feel safer, but not by much. I walked towards the trio, Karma beside me. When we reached them, I took a deep breath.
"Blake..." I called in a hushed voice. All three of them turned to face me, Blake's eyes narrowing once seeing my face. I spotted his fists clenching and his teeth gritted. Karma stepped in front of me... smiling? Woah, is he that confident in himself?
"Let's talk before we fight, shall we?" he suggested. Everyone stood still for that moment. The air turned tense. What was Blake going to do? Fight or talk?

Blake Silverstein

"Talk about it?" my rage was bubbling, giving me a headache. But worked as a good distraction.
"Talk about it?!?! Like winning wasn't good enough! You want to rub it in my face don't you, you little bit.ch??" Some weird f.u.ck was standing next to Ray, smiling like a sociopath. This was stupid. What were they doing, some sort of intervention? Little queers can go f.u.ck with someone else.
I get it I'm a sh.itbag.
I took out a cigarette and I tried lighting it,
once,
twice,
F.ucking hand kept shaking. F.u.ck this sh.it. I thew it on the ground and got out another, I'm sure I looked crazy cuz the four little queers couldn't stop staring at me. "Take a photograph, it'll last longer," I muttered through the cig pressed to my lips. I finally lit it and inhaled twice before blowing smoke into Rays face.
he coughed. Good.
"Blake I-" He choked on the fumes, waving it away with his hand. "I didn't;t come here to make fun! I came here to make amends."
Archie and John were standing behind me. They weren't supporting me thats for sure, they just felt sorry for me.
Because now I'm the kid with the dead brother. Great.
"I don't need your f.u.cking sympathy!"
But I sat down anyway, gliding up to a bench and sitting on the arm, waiting for them to follow.
I am the Alpha after all.

Archie Harris

"Wha-" I looked around the group, a little behind. Everything had just happened so quickly, I felt like I was a couple of minutes behind everyone else. I was right, because Ray and his friend were already following Blake slowly. John let out a low whistle.
"No idea. Do you think we should follow?"
I considered it. I was pretty worried about Blake, but I didn't want to surround the poor guy. I was a little mad at Ray though, we might have had a conversation before he interrupted.
"No. I'll message him later. He didn't block me because he sends me hate regularly." I looked down at my hand. I was hanging awkwardly, brushing against John, since my back was still pushed against him from when I jumped back. His hand was close, and I wanted to hold it so badly. I reached out and my fingertips brushed his, but I snatched my hand away as I remembered that my biggest bully of up until about five minutes ago was stood about five meters away.
"Lets go to yours now." I said softly, turning to walk to the school gates, John close behind.

spacepizza (This is a form)

Name: Red (this character is not based off of me but I don?t feel it necessary to have a surname? Please tell me if I have to have one and I?ll edit it.)

Age: (Between 13-18 please): 16

Gender: Female

S.exuality: bi/questioning

Appearance: Red isnt particularly stunning, but shes got sweet looks that sort of deceive her personality. She has rosy cheeks and a golden glow. Framing her heart-shaped face is sandy strawberry blonde hair that she keeps loose most of the time. It has soft curls and dangles to her elbows.
Her eyes are wide and big, with thick black eyelashes and the iris a green-blue colour with hints of red around the pupil. Her nose is small but snub and she likes it that way. Her lips are probably her best feature. They are always a deep, cherry pink colour. They never chap, and they are full and luscious. Her body isn?t very shapely or curvy but she is tall and slim with strong shoulders. She doesn?t have the looks of a delicate young lady but she is far from tough. Her looks are something that Red keeps under her belt to avoid, well, avoiding everyone.

Personality: Red isnt your typical mean girl, but you could definitely describe her as one. She isnt cold or quiet, shes loud and she has a big heart for her best friends but she doesnt have any of those so her heart rarely gets used. She isnt a bully, but she certainly isnt a kind and helping role model. Shes cool and chill and quite happy with the way she is. Having this personality means Red gets some attention and a half. Red will gladly take a dare, or an adventure. However her shy side is when it comes to talking about s.exualities. She refuses to talk about it, even though nobody knows she?s bi. (OOC: I?m planning for Red to come out while I?m writing). She can also be a spiteful bi.tch sometimes and she doesnt care, but every time Red hurts someone a fragment of whats there for her to clench onto while trying not to come out falls away.

Backstory: Red grew up in New York, with her parents, after her father died in a car crash. Red, surprisingly, was a bit too indifferent for her mother?s taste and her mother sent her to s foster home where she recently moved out of. She says she doesn?t really remember her parents, and thats why she doesn?t come out, because she isnt doing it to her real parents who she thinks would understand, but Red hates her mum passionately for banishing her from her life and just being able to forget about her. Red is a new girl in the school.


Are they out?: no

Extra:
Like FluffyKiwi I havent used apostrophes on purpose.

Ray Fon

He sat on the arm of a bench and I followed after him, Karma right behind me.
Karma's name is making me think that I'm going to get exactly that.
I sat next to Blake, waiting for any response. All he did was smoking, making me cough. I don't understand how the smoke get's through my mask. Or maybe it's the smell?
Karma nudged me, mouthing "talk". I inhaled deeply, regretting it when I smelt all his smoke, and started speaking. "Listen, I-"
"Don't tell me to listen, b.itch."
Again. I am so tempted to roast him for the second time.
I closed my eyes, which no one could see. "Don't call me b.itch, then."
He scoffed. "What makes you think I'll listen to a b.itch like you?"
For f.uck's sake, stop saying that!
"Because if you don't listen you'll get roasted and beaten up." Karma leaned on the tree behind the bench.
He scoffed again. "Beaten up by who?"
"The kid who's leaning on a tree behind you. Oh wait, that's me." Karma's smile slowly disappeared. "Now stop calling him b.itch."
Blake groaned and continued his smoking. I glanced at Karma. That kid's not afraid to give a bully some sass, that's for sure.
I faked a cough before continuing. "I'm sorry for roasting you in front of the whole school-"
"It was the majority of the school," Blake interrupted.
"..." I blinked a few times, annoyed by his rudeness. "Whatever, I'm sorry. It's just one of the moments when someone is sick and tired of getting bullied and threatened that they snap accidently, you know what I mean?"
"Of course I do," Blake said, rolling his eyes. "Except I'm sick and tired of this day and I snap all the time."
"You're not snapping now-"
"Don't make me punch you-"
"Hey." Karma grabbed Blake's wrist that threatened to attack me. "I'm here too, remember?"
Blake groaned again and pulled his arm away from Karma's grasp. "Shut up, the masked twerp is talking, not you."
I watched them stare at each other with... fire in there eyes...? I'm not sure how to describe it, but I have a feeling that they're going to fight as soon as I leave. I faked another cough to grab Blake's attention. "As I was saying, I'm sorry. I regret doing that for you and for myself. If I never stood up to you, you wouldn't feel miserable and if I never roasted you, I wouldn't get all this kind attention. It's a weird feeling, if you ask me." He stared at me, making me uncomfortable. His eyes didn't show any acceptance. I don't think he cares about my words.
I sighed. "That's not the real problem for you, is it?" He didn't answer. If he did, that would be his heavy breathing and his intense stare.
"If you'd like, I can do any way I can to help you regain your pride."
"...That's not going to work anymore."
"Huh? Why?" He faced away from me and lifted the cigarette to his lips, inhaling twice before blowing it out. Sometimes I wonder why people like to smoke. What's so fun about it?
"Listen, b.i-"
"Uh-uh-uh." Karma stopped him from calling me that name.
"Ugh, can you leave us for once?!" Blake exclaimed, standing from the bench and throwing the cigarette down in rage. "I'm sick of you acting all high and mighty already!" Oh god, don't tell me...
"I'm not leaving the kid until he's safe," Karma stated, crossing his arms.
"U-um, Blake, just ignore him..." Sh.it, that came out way softer than expected.
"Do I have to make you leave?!" His face turned red with rage. ***, he's going to explode and the teachers aren't here to stop him!
"Yup."
"Fine!" His hands curled into fists. Sh.it.
Actually, I'm interested to see what's going to happen.
But still.
Sh.it.

slightlybitter (This is a form)

Name: Addison (Addie) Brae

Age: 16

Gender: Female

S.exuality: Biromantic

Appearance: Addison comes off as alternative, with just one glance. Whether it is her exaggerated, golden eyeliner, or the jewels embedding her earrings, she stands out.
Her skin is a dark brown, and resembles creamy chocolate, with minimum texture, but that is not to say it isn't slightly cracked. She has always been criticised by racists idiots, and every single racist remark in the world has been thrown at her. Her eyelids are painted with a crisp, golden cat eye, covering her black, foggy eyeshadow. Her eyes are nothing special: brown. They are not like chocolate, or gingerbread. They are brown, but they are made brighter by her eyeliner.
Her Nubian nose is covered by a slightly jagged scar, from falling off a tree onto some glass. Her lips are dark and covered with a matte, plum lipstick, making them appear larger.
Her face is an oval.
WIP (It'll be finished by 22:00) Sorry.

Reid Keegan

I had no idea what the hell was going through Ray's head when he confronted Blake.
Thank god he didn't go alone or he'd be dead meat.
When school ended I wasn't planning on doing anything with my evening, but I had seen the small group gathered by the exit of the school grounds and I knew something wasn't right. Blake never talked to Ray unless it were trouble, and definitely not without his cronies around. No, this time it looked like Blake was the cornered lamb and the kids he once picked on had become the wolves.
I swooped in, my red ponytail flicking me in the face from the pace I was walking at.
Blake looked like he was about to pounce on this kid I'd never seen before, so I quickly put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"Hi" I said, slightly breathless but friendly. Blake tended to lash out, he wasn't good under pressure. I tried to let him know that I had his back.
"Hey." He replied and sat back down on the bench, he was still eyeing the strange boy with the hoodie and his fists were clenched. But I knew he wasn't going to attack, with me on his side he had some of his power back.
"What's going on?" I asked, and cringed at my voice. I sounded like my mother.
I looked over at Ray, who had his head down like a little boy. "N-nothing Reid. I was just apologising is all."
The strange boy stepped in, "Yeah and that ass wasn't listening." I didn't like his voice. But That was my excuse, In reality i didn't like his bravery. I didn't like how he challenged me. I didn't like how that thought made me guilty either.
"and who the f.u.ck are you?" I asked. The rude, smug tone in my voice was pretty obvious and i clicked my tongue, I was more popular then this kid. And I guess in that moment that made me feel like I had the right to talk to him that way.
"Karma."
"Okay Karma, DO you know who we are? You don't talk to us that way. So I suggest you get lost then cuz you're a nobody."
Blake was smiling. This was the Reid he knew. The cold *** who thought she was better then everyone else. That smile made me almost want to take it back. To prove I've changed.
But maybe I hadn't changed as much as I thought.
"Reid-" ray started, but I waved a dismissing hand at his mask. My gaze was focused on Karma. Maybe he didn't know all the *** that had happened to Blake and that was why he was being such a douch, but I was in no mood to play games. I was feeling fiercely protective.
Karma laughs, "Whoah there Regina George. I don't think Blake needs you babysitting him."
"If I throw a bone will you go away?"
"Careful Reid, leave the insults and sarcasm to me, you might hurt yourself."
"Here's a thought! F.u.ck off!"
We're face to face, and angry as f.u.ck. Karma's about to reply when Ray pulls us apart.
"Will you too stop?!" He shouted. Blake was laughing his head off like watching us fight was the best thing since stand-up comedy, and Karma was looking moodily at him.
"Reid what the hell? Did you come here to make things worse? i just wanted to say sorry!"
He's right. All that was totally uncalled for but i went for it anyway. I guess I was as shallow as everyone thought.
"I-" Shame washed over me like a flood. "I'm sorry Ray."
I Grabbed my satchel and kept walking.
How could I do that? To Ray? Right when we were beginning to get to know each other?
At least I had proved myself to Blake again. I re-earned his friendship. But was it really worth it?
I didn't want to think about it anymore, so the moment I got home I dug around my room and retrieved my prized object; My skateboard. I crept down the stairs, my ma was desperately flirting with the Plummer she called in, who was at least ten years younger then her. When I got out of the house, I put on my gear and headed for a relaxing evening at the skatepark.

Red

For God?s sake! My first day at school had to be the worst day too. I practised my steely scowl in the smeared mirror of the girls bathroom. Even from in there you could hear the yelling and shouting outside. I did pretend not to be interested in petty drama but I couldn?t hide it this time.
I stepped out into the corridor, expecting complete and utter chaos, but you could hear a pin drop. Was I lost? Or was literally everyone outside?
Cr.ap. I had totally forgotten about my registration form I was supposed to hand in this morning. To some sort of club. I snatched the form from the school office and scribbled down my details. Red. Sixteen. Female. The science teacher had recommended that I sign up. Apparently all the new kids go there.
I had no idea what i was doing, quite frankly. I didn?t even know what the club was about. I put down the form, but then I picked it up, noticing it a little crumpled. I didn?t care. I slotted it into the mailbox and ran away. It occurred to me that the science teacher could?ve picked up on me being bi and had told me to sign up to some random g@y losers club. I sighed. What was done had been done now. I might as well just try it out.
I attempted to make friends for what was left of recess and it failed. I mean, I was ?friends? with some untrustworthy, fake nerd, which sucked, but otherwise I was left on my own. This school seemed like the place where you wouldn?t want to look like a loner.
The fight didn?t continue after recess. Second period was a drag. That son of a bit.ch nerd kept sending notes to me and he got us both in trouble. I couldn?t see many great things coming out of this school. I spent the rest of the day in realisation, preparing myself for a load of pointless drama and sh.it. I smiled. Maybe it would be more amusing than it seemed.

(Yes, I have multiple OCs named Karma in different websites. Please note that a few participants didn't not write a post for their characters as their characters were unable to become "relevant" to the story)