As I walked home from school, I began wishing things against my better nature. I began wishing that I wasn't in the actress group, because I didn't want to be in any group at all. I began wishing I had never gone to this stupid school, that I had never moved to this stupid town, or- sigh. I knew I had to start controlling myself or else I would start crying. I would never forget the incidents that happened in my old town, but I had to move on. Move on. That's what I've been telling myself every day since we moved here. And we've been making do since we moved here. We've become a mostly normal family. Yup. A happy, normal family. Nothing to see here! And I have loads of friends in my group. I just wish I had friends in other groups, too...

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Olivia~ 

There are times at school when I don't feel safe. I mean, the whole Scarlet-said-a-swear-word fiasco is innapropriate enough for the 10, 11, and 12 year olds at this school, but nobody ever thinks about the seven-year-old genious and how innappropriate things are for her. I draw a little triangle in my styrofoam lunch tray with my plastic knife. My brain immediatly tells me it's an isosoles triangle, but ignore that fact and try to act normal. "Hey Brian!" Yes, the janitor and I are on a first-name basis..... don't judge! If you were 4 years younger than everyone else in your school, you would make friends with the cleaning service too! "Hey Liv." Brian's the only one who can call me Liv. He's about 28 and has lots of friends besides me, so it's a wonder he even thinks I'm cool enough for him. "How's Beeeecky?" I mock-sing. Becky is his girlfriend, and I'm not much for love, but for Becky and Brian, I make an exception. Brian sighs. "We've been fighting a little lately. Thinks she saw me with Lauren last Friday." I frown ."But you're not cheating on her, right?" "No, of course not! I wasn't even with her!" "Good. But still not good that she thinks you were." He just sighs. "I know." Then the bell rang signaling the end of lunch.

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Scarlet~

Well, it looks like people go on their Facebook accounts a lot in this school.

I walk to the lunch stand and don't really notice anything strange until I notice- almost every eye in the cafeteriais trained on me. I don't get it. There have been so many people cursing inbroad daylight, even in front a teachers- I don't see how me doing it (and for a good reason, too!) is causing so much commotion. I mean, have you seen what some people will post on there? 

Ruby and I, like usual, split up. She goes over to her Art Club meeting and I walk over to the goths. They don't talk about today's fashion. In fact, they don't talk much at all.

I sit down next to a girl on her phone- Gotycki Blandman. My phone chimes and I turn it on.

You cursed on Facebook. What the heck? 

I quickly type back, hey. I watched them dump water on her. They're jerks.

Ding-Ding. Well, was cursing really nessacery? 

Type type. Your friends and people yor age do it all the time. Even 11 year olds do it.

Ding ding. So?

Type type. I don't get why they're getting so worked up. And please stop texting me, it costs money. Why don't we just talk face to face instead?
"Fine." Gotycki looks at me, and she looks very grumpy that she's been torn from her texting. "By doing that, you're turning into one of them."

Ruby~
Art club really isn't a club. We just kinda hang out and draw, then show off our pictures at the end of lunch. Not that I'll be showing anything today. All I can draw are the doodle animals I learned in third grade. Not very artsy.

But it isn't my fault. I can't get Scarlet out of my mind. When I was new, and we both were young (seven and eight) she showed me around and we were friends. Very cose friends, and we stuck together. But Scarlet, well... we're entering that age, and I think she's succumbing to the we-change-completely-for-the-worse thing. Which worries me. I mean, she never showed me her homework before, just recited it while I copied it down. And she has never, never, never cursed before. Even when someone says "crap", she'll scoff and roll her eyes and grumble that it's not right to be using such words. That's just the way she was raised. It's a bit like the way I was raised, too. 

I tug at the fringe of my skirt and look down at what I was drawing. Yep, a picture of Scarlet. Sometimes that happens, I'll zone out and my hand will draw by itself. Well, this proves it. Something has to be done.

I sigh and walk over to the goth table.

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Captcha syas rzwh. Means wait what? Yep, that's what's pretty much going on in this RP. Also--

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