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Hey, Tovah, can we start soon?

I kind of think we might need to start without Tovah. Don't you remember her saying that she frequently forgets which RPs she's part of?

I'm sorry that I am so forgetful. *pouts* We should start the day after the psychology class when they were assigned to their houses.

Gayles ran up the glossy white steps. Her bright yellow bag whistled around her body as she swung it through the air out of habit. She stopped on the shining porch with the polished red door and the neatly trimmed ferns and she stepped back. The house looked like a way oversized doll house. It was a pretty shade of turquoise and every square inch of it shined. The sun hadn't even risen yet and Gayles knew without a doubt she was the last one there. The perfectly manicured garden waved her inside with a gentle fall breeze. The red door pivoted and Gayles got her first look at the insides of the mansion-sized cottage. The hardwood floor spakled. The black and white kitchen tiles glistened. Everything looked perfect. It wasn't fancy or rich, but compared to the little orange house that the woodpeckers honestly mistook for a huge tree, this place was incredible. As she suspected most of the other kids were positioned awkwardly around the cold musty fireplace as one of the older kids lighted it.

Taylor, I choose you!

It was like the plot of a shoujo* manga. I knew this was going to be the best adventure of my life. Well, that is, if I didn't get a chance  to go to Comiket**. 

I had packed all my things except for one. "Are we ready, Miku-chan?" I asked my Hachune Miku doll***. I smiled at her. "You bet we're ready! I was practically born ready!" I told her. I stuffed her carefully at the top of my backpack then grabbed my rolly suitcase and burst out of my dorm room for "charity cases" like an FMA fangirl running to a Limited Edition Edward Elric collectible action figure giveaway.  

I found the house and realized I was one of the last ones there. Well, of course. The story always starts in a shoujo manga with the main character waking up late and hurriedly running to get ready and meet their destiny. Whether the destiny was magical powers or a handsome prince, didn't matter. It's all the same to me! I wouldn't have minded getting magical powers (I could totally be a magical girl, a mahou shoujo!) or a prince. As long as he was cute. And a bishie****.

"Hi!" I burst in. "My name is Taylor Rice! I'm twelve years old and in seventh grade!" The others stared at me. What? Was my hair not neat or something? Oh, no, had I blown it? I checked out the other girls. There weren't any Asians. Or cosplayers*****. Aww. There were only two other boys, as well. One of them was just a little kid while the other was a full-fledged teenager and totally not bishie material. But I bet that he would make a awesome Tuxedo Mask for my Sailor Moon cosplay! (Because I got tired of putting asterisks, Tuxedo Mask is Sailor Moon's older love interest.) 

After another girl burst in on us, everyone was assembled and did awkward introductions. One of the older girls said she had already poked around up stairs and there were three bedrooms, with two bunk beds apiece. Because there were more boys than girls, two rooms would be for girls and one for boys. I decided to get moved in. Lugging my suitcase up the stairs was hard and I was the last one to arrive at my room. The little boy and the teenager had already taken the top bunks. 

"Hi!" I called up to the older boy, who was sitting on his bunk.

"Hello," he looked down at me. "You're Taylor, right?"

I laughed dramatically. "Or you can call me Sailor Europa. That's who I am in my Sailor Moon fanfiction. Your name is Anthony. I know that! Nice to meet you! Is it okay if I take this bottom bunk?"

He looked confused. "Is there not enough room with the girls? This is the boy's room."

"Eww! You want me to stay with the girls? Oh, Anthony, how could you?" I acted shocked, as if he had asked me to burn all my Miku posters. I laughed again. "Can't you tell I'm a boy?"

From the shocked expression on both Anthony and the little boy's faces, I could tell they weren't used to seeing boys that looked like anime girls. Amateurs. They'll start their education with Shugo Chara.

* girly manga

**a really big anime convention in Tokyo

*** Hachune Miku is a cutesy chibi version of the character Hatsuneru Miku, who is a voice software called a Vocaloid. Google a picture, she has a really funny face.

**** bishie is short for bishounen. A bishounen is a girly boy or a "beautiful boy". Taylor would probably fall under this category.

***** someone who dresses like an anime, manga, video game, movie, etc. character

I checked my suitcase one last time. I had everything,
didn’t I? My suitcase was packed full of fairly nondescript clothes, and while
none of them could possibly make me look good, they wouldn’t make me look that fat, thank goodness. I checked to make
sure the scratches on my hands weren’t too noticeable and walked out of my dorm
room. When I reached the house I’d been assigned to, I stopped and looked at
it, somewhat shocked. It looked like the playhouse for some deranged, perky
giant child. Oh, well. It didn’t matter.

When I walked into the room, the other kids looked up. I
blushed slightly. “I’m not that late,
am I?” One of the older girls looked up. She was bent over the fireplace,
attempting to light it. She said in a British accent, “You aren’t late. I’m
Emma Holmes. Who are you?” I paused as a thought overtook my mind. They hate you now. They think you’re a
teacher’s pet. Idiot. “Ah…I’m Vanessa Burton. It’s nice to meet you.” I
hesitantly held out my hand for her to shake, afraid that she would feel the
scratches that covered my palms.

She shook my hand. “It’s nice to meet you too.” I sat down
in a chair close to the fire. I was freezing, as usual. A few minutes later, an
Asian girl burst into the room. She seemed very…perky. I guess I’d just have to
put up with her. After the Asian girl, who introduced herself as Taylor, sat
down, another girl ran in. She looked like she had run all the way to the
house.  Once she sat down, everyone
introduced themselves. I stumbled through my introduction. “Um, hi, I’m…I’m
Vanessa Burton. Um…I really suck at introductions, just so you know.” You’re a failure. They all think you’re
awkward.

After that, one of the older girls, who I’m pretty sure had
said her name was Nadia, said that she had looked around upstairs and there
were three bedrooms; two for girls and one for boys. “Vanessa, do you mind sharing
a room with Alice and Gayles?” I looked up from the book I’d started. “What? …oh.
Sure, whatever. I don’t really care.” Gayles said, “I forgot to mention, I go
by Eul.” Nadia smiled. “Thanks for mentioning that, Eul. You don’t mind sharing
a room with Vanessa, do you?” She smiled. “No. It will be fun.” When we walked
into the bedroom, I quickly claimed the top bunk and grabbed a book and my iPod
from my suitcase. I climbed up to my bunk and put in my earbuds. “I’m not
social, okay? Don’t expect me to start any conversations.” Eul looked up. “Oh,
I’m not that social either. Don’t worry. I don’t think Alice will mind, either.”

(very sorry it's long, and sorry if the formatting ends up being strange; my laptop is messed up) 

I stared at my bags. There were six of them, lined up in perfect rows. I took a deep breath and raced down the steps and into the car. My dad struggled to carry all of my luggage down the stairs and tie it to the roof racks. What if they realize I don't belong? I asked myself. As mum started the car I pushed all the thoughts out of my head as Toby Mac pounded out of the speakers. I hummed along, and Willowing Whispers appeared after practically seconds of driving.

"Kelly, Kelly, wake up. We're here," my mum whispered. I looked around. Everything was perfect. The housing, the plants, everything looked like it belonged. Except me. I would never belong.

I waved and pulled myself into my room. There were a few teenagers, some preteens, but no 7-year olds. I groaned. This was not fair. I was always the youngest.

"Hey! I'm Lizzy!" one person said. There was awkward silence. Everyone except Lizzy and I were reading or typing. Somehow, deep in my heart, I knew Lizzy was going to be a friend.

I know that wasn't great, but I'm new to roleplay- things. 

-first of all can we make a list of character, their ages, and who they are rooming with?

-second, just call my character Gayles. The eul thing was from a while back.

Gayles sat down on the top bunk. Her new leather suitcase stood out against the doll-house-like interiors. Her suitcase was the only thing I had brought that didn't fit in. Gayles' family had never been rich and so all her clothes were handme downs. The thing was, she had no siblings, so mostly she wore clothing from her mom's childhood. Gayles looked around uncomfortably. Giving that most of her life was spent sitting in a corner thinking of horrible ways to die, this was a huge and unwanted change. It wasn't  like Gayles was suicidal. It was just that she was really bad at being happy. What she didn't want to do was scare away her new "siblings" by admitting that. That meant she was going to have to be happy more often and that was hard. She looked at the girls in front of her, Alice and Vanessa, and began to speak.

"I don't know about you guys, but if we are going to spend six months living together with no grownups then I think we should figure out some rules and maybe a few of us older kids to act as parents. Would you help me round up the others?"

Both of them nodded their heads in scilence and awkwardly left the room. Great. Thought Gayles. Look how good I am at making friends.