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School Drama RP
School Drama RP
So in this RP your character is trying to survive Middle School. They can either be in one of the groups, a loner, or a social butterfly (not really a member of any but has a couple friends in each).
GROUPS
Girly Girls (Popular)
Girly Girls (Unpopular)
Smart Girls (Semi-popular)
Smart Girls (Unpopular)
Sportsy Girls (Semi-popular)
Artsy Girls (Semi-popular)
Kind Girls (Unpopular)
Sportsy Boys (Popular)
Troublemaking Boys (Popular)
Kind Boys (Unpopular)
Smart Boys (Unpopular)
Smart Boys (Popular)
RULES
1. Max three charries.
2. No OP charries.
3. If you like the idea enough to join but don't have time for it, then please don't join.
Character Form
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Crush if any:
Groups:
Friends in other groups if any:
submitted by Indigo
(May 7, 2015 - 7:50 pm)
(May 7, 2015 - 7:50 pm)
Katie~
I look at the clock, its only eight, so i get out of bed and plop down at my desk. I open my drawer. Inside it there is piles of drawing things. A few containers of different brands of pens, lots of markers, colored pencils, and rulers and such. I close it, wrong drawer, and open the one below it. Inside it there is lots of paints and paintbrushes. I pull out a couple painbrushes and all my paints. I grab a peice of painting paper off the shelf that sits above my head. I sit it down, and begin painting.
Stroke, stroke, stroke. I paint, the brush just seeming to have a mind of its own. Brush, brush, brush.
I yawn and sit back, setting the paintbrush in a cup of water. The picture is quite beautiful i have to say. It is a picture of a tree. A large tree, and it looks like you are looking up from under its canopy. Behind the canopy, are the stars. I drew it very detailed, like my ceiling. The tree is colorless and all you really see is a dark shape blotting out the stars. I give a small smile. I think this will be my painting i turn in. So this year, certain people who win certain competitions, like painting, drawing, dancing, football, soccer, ect... get to go to Washington. I set the painting aside and put all my stuff away. Then i get out my pens and markers.
I grab a peice of paper and on the top write, 'Dear Brielle,' in bubbly letters. I fill them in with a pale pink. Then i write in very swirly fancy letters, 'I'm am so very sorry for landing you in the hospital. I did kick the door, but i had no idea you where behind it. I am truly sorry and hope you recovery is bearable, and a speedy one.' I finish writing, then zentangle all around it. I color it in, put my stuff away, and hop in bed. I'd ask Rianna, no Kat, to give it to her tommorow.
(May 15, 2015 - 11:47 pm)
GIGI
I wake up this morning to the sound of a squealing younger sister. And I groan. "What are you doing in my room?!?" Hilary is still squealing and she's jumping up and down. "Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh GLORIA!!! I JUST GOT INVITED TO A SLEEPOVER WITH THE MOST POPULAR GIRL IN FIFTH GRADE!!!! What do I do?!?!" My younger sister's in fourth grade, and she goes to the elementary school. I know who she's talking about: Maddie Harper. The most pop girl in fifth grade, but whenever she gets near me, Kat, Rianna, or Bri, she starts shaking in her boots. She's no threat to us. She 's the fifth grade kind of popular, not the middle school kind of popular. But I guess it's something to say you got invited to a sleepover with the most popular girl in elemantary, so I decide I'll help my sister out. Normally, I hate having anything to do with her, but this might actually be fun. "OK. First of all, your name can't be Hilary. You have to come up with a cute nickname. Hilary sounds bad and unpopular, just like Gloria. But Gigi doesn't! And Madison doesn't sound popular either, that's why she's called Maddie. So you will be called...hmm...Ri-Ri, I guess. Your name's super bad for nicknames." I then pick out her outfits, style her hair perfectly, get her caught up on who to like and who to hate, tell her the latest gossip, and then send her with a nail-polish kit for the party. I also help her pack her bag. Seriously, she was going to bring a teddy bear. A teddy bear! My sister needs serious help. Then it's my turn to get ready for the day. I comb my hair, curl it, do my nails, pick out my outfit (A cute, white top with ruffles and red hearts on it, light pink skinny jeans, but not too light, pink sparkly crocs, three oversized dangle bracelets, two pink and one gold, a light pink barette to hold my bangs back, and a heart locket.) I quickly do my nails, pack my books, and rush out the door, running to the bus. When I get there, I sit next to Kat, obviously. The rest of the day is SO BORING... until brunch. Rianna is telling us all about the latest boy band news, when Katie walks up to us. We grow quiet the moment she comes up. Shaking, she mumbles, "I wrote this letter for Brianna... Can you please give it to her? Um... thanks." She hands the letter to Kat and runs back to her seat. Rianna grabs it out of Kat's hands and reads it. "Why, that dirty little rat! Trying to play the perfect little angel!" She gets up and stomps off. Kat reads the letter and looks up. "Well, I guess she isn't as bad as we thought she was..."
WILLOW
Brunch. I grab a blueberry yogurt, a mackinsotsh apple, and warm milk. Katie sits, or slouches, down next to me. "What's wrong?" I ask. She looks up, startled. "Nothing." She says. "We can tell when something's bothering you, and right now something's bothering you." Paige says. Erin adds "You can tell us-we're youre friends." "I wrote a letter for Brielle, telling her it was an accident and I hoped she would get better soon, but I don't want to give it to Kat. There's so many bad things that could happen..." Katie admits. "I think that's really nice of you. You made the right choice, and if anything bad happens, we'll be there for you," I say. Katie forces a smile, and walks over to Kat's table...
(May 16, 2015 - 9:20 am)
~Kat~
I pack up the croissants. Riana picks them up in a few minutes, saying she'll put all the stuff together and send it to Bri. Five or six minutes after I left I realize I forgot the drawing of the bouquet and decide to send it in the mail later.
My mom, red-faced, walks out of the den. Ema trails behind her, her helmet dangling limply. Mom takes a loaf of crusty bread and starts chopping it up. I ask her, tentativly, "Can I help you?" She nods. "Get the butter and the herbs and start making the garlic spread. I nod and get to work. We work for several minutes in silence, then she has me put the garlic spread on the pieces of bread and put them in the oven. She sets the timer and gets out the lasana. My mom perfers to make her own lasagana, but now a days, what with Dad gone, she doesn't have the time and just cooks pre-made lasagana. She sticks it in the oven with the loaves of bread and sets a second timer. I grab the rough draft of my essay and start typing it up. I'm almost done when my mom has me set the table. I speed through setting the table and print out my essay. I tuck it away and then sit down to eat. My mom prays over the food, then we start eatting.
At first all that can be heard is us chewing, but then Ema asks me, "What do you want for your birthday?" I look up from my food. "I want a border collie." Ema laughs. "Only Mom could get you that. What do you want that I could get you?"
I think for a minute. "I dunno. . . maybe some clothes?"
"What kind of clothes?" Ema asks.
"Um . . . well, winter is coming up soon, so maybe some coats and jeans and things? Maybe some boots?" I say, uncertainly. "I guess some jewelrey would be good, too."
She nods. "You're birthday's in 15 days, right? On . . . November 18th, right?"
"Yup," I reply.
(May 16, 2015 - 9:21 am)
Katie~
I give Kat the card, but am more than terrified when Rianna takes it from her. I turn back to my table and slowly walk back. I sit down next to Willow and sigh. "What's up?" She asks. I give her a look right in the eye, which I almost never do to anyone. "Oh, yeah," she mutters, now she sighs.
"What is up with you two?" Paige asks.
"You have to wait until the sleepover," I say.
"Come on," Erin complains, "we're your friends too,"
"Exactly." I say.
(May 16, 2015 - 12:11 pm)
.:Brielle:.
It's now Friday, four days after I was sent to the hospital. I'm still here. And my dad still isn't.
I order an egg white omelette with spinach and baby tomatoes for breakfast. I'm almost finished eating when my phone rings, indicating an incoming call. I plink my fork down and grab the phone, still chewing.
"Hello?"
"Bri!" Rianna's voice is distant, but I can still hear her clearly. "It's us!"
"Who's us?"
"Me, Gigi, Kat, and your dad! You're on speakerphone."
"Hiiiii!" Gigi yells.
"We're in your limo!" Kat adds.
"Um, why?"
"I picked your friends up from school this morning," Dad calls. "I said it was an emergency, so they let me take them."
"It is an emergency! She has a concussion!" Gigi contradicts. The rustling noise of the phone being fought over muffles the voices.
"Hang on! I just need it really quick!" Kat pleads. "Hey, Bri? Okay, so Katie gave me this car - "
"No!" Rianna squeals with laughter in the background. "Not yet! Tell her when we get there! I want to see the look on her face."
"Good point. Never mind, forget I said that."
"Excuse me?" I demand, not having the slightest idea what's going on. "Did you just say that Katie gave you a car?"
"NO!" everyone shouts, and I hold the phone away from my ear with a grimace. "We'll tell you later. You'll see."
"Well, then." I crinkle my eyebrows. "Wait, so why exactly aren't you guys at school?"
"Thought we'd get the sleepover started a bit earlier," Dad explains. "Dr. Forefinger said you could go home today."
"Foreman," I correct him. "And when are you picking me up?"
"We're on our way!"
(May 17, 2015 - 3:16 pm)
Erin~
"I don't think that's the only thing that's bothering her," I whisper to Paige and Willow. "Just delivering a 'sorry' letter isn't too hard. Even if it's for Brielle."
"Yeah," Paige agrees. Willow kind of blushes and stares into her lunch.
"Willow? What's up?" I ask.
"Nothing," she replies, a little too quickly. "Nothing at all...."
~~~~~After school~~~~~~~~~~
"I'm home, mom," I call. Something crashes from inside the kitchen, and various curses can be heard.
"Please, next time knock!"
"....But it's my house. I don't need to knock."
"When I'm washing the special dishesthat were great-grandma's over a tile floor, you don't startle me by shouting 'I'm home!'"
"So-ry," I grumble. "I definitely knew that."
I walk to my room and begin to do my homework. After I'm done, I pick up my sketchbook and start sketching a forest scene.
(May 16, 2015 - 12:40 pm)
After school~~~~
Katie~
Swim practice is over and mom and dad pick me up. They already picked Johnston up from soccer. "We are going to Gramps's tonight." Dad says.
"Why?" Johnston asks.
"It's a suprise," mom says.
We pull into Gramps's driveway after a half hour drive. I hop out and hug Grandpa, who is in his rocking chair. Then I notice to new buildings on the edge of the forest. "What are those?"
"The suprise," Gramps announces with a smile. "Would you rather wait till after dinner?"
I shake my head and smile, "Of course not!!!"
We walk over to the cabins. "This one is for you."
My jaw drops, "My own cabin? Can I go in?" Gramps nods and I step onto the small porch and open the door. What is inside almost brings me to tears. There is a loft, a large one, with railing and from what I can see lots of shelves. Attached to the underside of the lost is a sitting hammock. Then there is a really cool desk. In the corner next to the door is a yellow beanbag next to a small table. There is a heater and it is warm as heck. "Oh. My. Gandalf!!!!" I squeal. I turn around and hug Gramps, then rush into Johnston's cabin and hug Mom and Dad. "Thank you!!"
"What is your favorite part?" Mom asks.
"The untextured Sheetrock, I can paint on it!!!"
(May 16, 2015 - 2:30 pm)
Johnston~
I am speechless. My cabin looks like my sister's, except for the decor. Under the lost is a blue hammock seat. Next to it is my desk with my computer. There is a pool table! There is a small couch facing the wall. Against that wall is a tv and all my gaming consuls. Up in the loft there are tons of shelves. I smile, mom and dads going away present no doubt. "Well. We will leave you two to bond with your new rooms," Mom says. Katie goes to her room and I sit down in the hammock. I pull out my phone and text Christoff and Jason.
Can u guys spend the night this weekend?
Don't you know?
What?
Our moms already planned it
Oh that's great. I have a suprise!!
What is it?
U have to wait and c.
Aww
Cya guys!!!
Cya
Later man
I smile and turn my phone off, setting it on my desk. I draw a breath and smile. "Wow. Is it bad that I like this? It's only temporary until we move... Oh well?"
(May 16, 2015 - 3:36 pm)
XD I misspelled 'Loft' as 'Lost' twice. Whoopsies :3
(May 16, 2015 - 6:11 pm)
Viola~
We ride the bus together back, but can't think of anything. And it's Friday, so we can't see each other until Monday... I suppose we could email...
"Well, it's my stop," Mellie says. "Hey-- you guys should come over! We could have a sleepover! It'll be fun!"
"A sleepover?" I ask. I've never been to one, but I guess it would be a new experience... "Okay. Just the three of us?"
"Yeah!" Mellie nods.
"Sure... I guess," Booksy agrees.
"My house. I'll email you the details when I get home."
"Mellie!" the bus driver calls. She runs off with a hurried "Bye!"
When I get home, I immediately go on the computer. Sure enough, there's a message from Mellie.
Works for me.
"Hey mom!" I yell before I hit send. "My friend invited me to a sleepover, can I go?"
"When?" Mom walks into the room. "Saturday at 5. 7859 Almond Creek Ave... Sure. I can drive you over. I'm glad you're getting out more. I'll pick you up at 10 on Sunday."
I add Mom says yes. See you then! and hit send.
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If you guys don't like your emails, you can change them. Wow, it actually accepts it... if you click on the address, you can send it. And I made them up!
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Fruity says mntn. What mountain?
(May 16, 2015 - 2:47 pm)
Okay, can we have a thing where something happened and now Viola, Mellie, Booksy, Willow, Erin, and Paige are spending friday night at Katie's grandpa's house. Can that work? Our groups can truce :P
(May 16, 2015 - 6:03 pm)
Viola~
Then I get a new email.
FROM: Mellie
TO: Monarch Butterfly
Oh! Yeah! I just found out we're going to Katie's grandpa's house! They're going to give us all cabins!
I'm about to send back a NO WAY but Mom intervenes.
"Oh, Viola! You should go!" she says. I sigh. Can't argue with mom.
I send back:
Okay. Mom says I should... I'm going to go pack.
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I have everything... I think.
My navy pajamas with the periodic table on them, toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, bobby pins, pillow, iPad, charger, spare set of clothes, glasses case with cleaning supplies, notebook, mechanical pencils, spare lead.
I should take her.
No.
But... I just need my toy cat, Monarch, that I sleep with. Oh fine. I'll take her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I sit down in the front seat of the car with my backpack. I really cannot shake the feeling that I'm headed to my doom. Quit being dramatic, Viola, you aren't one of those overreacting makeup-slathered idiots, I tell myself. Mom gets in the car. "I've left Lucy with your dad," she says. We drive out of the garage and to the house.
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I guess I fell asleep, because next thing I know, we're pulling in near the ranch Katie's grandparents live on. "Viola, look! Your friends are already here!" Mom says. Yeah, there's Mellie. But... Erin? What's she doing here? I guess she got invited too. Huh. I step out of the car. "Bye, Mom!"
"Bye, Viola. See you tommorow!" Mom drives off. Too late to back out now. Mellie runs over. "Vi!" she calls. "Hi Mellie!" I call back, running toward her. "Booksy isn't here yet," she tells me. "Katie says that Johnston, Willow and Paige got invited, too."
"The art club?" I ask. "They're fairly decent. Still, we seem to universally be thought of as nerds, so let's be careful."
Then two more cars drive up. Booksy runs over to us, and Paige and Willow to Erin. After we greet her, we walk onto the porch.
Before we can knock, Katie's grandpa opens the door. "You must be the smart ones Katie's told me about!" he says. He's got a friendly voice. "Let me show you to your cabins." He leads us out back, where there are a row of small cabins about five feet apart. "I thought you would like to sleep in your own cabins," he says. "By all means invite your friends to yours, party in them, whatever you like!" He shows Mellie and Booksy to their cabins, Booksy's right next door to mine and Mellie's next door to hers. "You can come into the house whenever."
My cabin is small and cozy. There's a bed with a purple bedspread with monarch butterflies, a small bookshelf, and a writing desk complete with chair. It reminds me of a hotel room. I unpack and plug in my iPad to charge.
(May 16, 2015 - 9:54 pm)
Katie~
All we girls sit in the loft of my much larger cabin. "Yeah, when Grandpa gets bored he makes cabins. And furnishes them. Yours aren't heated, but you can sleep in mine if you like."
The girls ponder this for a moment, "Maybe."
"Okay, Emma, Viola, Mellie, I suppose you are wondering why I've invited you." They nod and i continue, "I would like to propose truce between the artsy girls and the smart girls. And Erin."
"We need to talk about it," Viola says. She, Mellie, and Emma leave the cabin to talk.
"Guys... I know this is great and all and I hate to spoil the evening....but.. I have bad news."
"What?" Paige and Erin ask at the same time.
I take a deep breath. "I'm moving to Hawaii at the end of the year." It is followed by silence, then they start asking questions.
Johnston~
"SCOOORREEEE!" I shout. I told Christoff and Jason we were moving, but the sad feeling was forgotten as soon as we turned on the WiiU.
"Again!?!" Jason groans. "Ill stick to real football thank you. Something I can actually beat you at."
I laugh, "Again?"
Christiff chuckles, "Ill beat you yet!!!"
(May 17, 2015 - 2:19 am)
I'm about to reply "no way!", when my mom comes into my room. "What's that?" she asks. I let her read it. "Of course you're coming!" she exclaims. Well, that's that, then. I pack my things while my mom perches on the edge of my bed. Pride and Predjudice...check. Glasses and case...check. "I like to party, and by party, I mean read." PJs, check. Toothbrush and comb...check. Periodic table of elements t-shirt...check. Teddy bear...check. (I think for a moment. What if people laugh at me? But I can't leave him at home. I just can't.) Diary...check. All done, I think. I fold and organise everything perfectly, and then turn to my mom.
"Uh...Mom? So, what do I expect at a sleep-over?"
"What do you mean? Oh, right. You've never been to one. (tisk-tisk-tisk) When I was your age, I was over at my friend's house practically every weekend- not doing extra math homework!"
Yeah, yeah, yeah. My mom is always trying to make me more social.
"Never mind," I dismiss it. "If you need me, I'll be up in my room, reading. Or doing 9th grade history."
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When we get to Katie's place, Viola and Mellie are already there. Some of the nervous butterflies housed in my stomach disappear as I run over to meet my friend.
(May 18, 2015 - 8:39 pm)
GIGI
Finally, school let's out. It took all day!!!!!! Literally!!! I mean, I'm pretty good at school, but that doesn't mean I have to like it... Anyways, I'm finally reunited with my phone. I text Brielle:
GIGI: hey bri r we still hving the sleepover
BRIELLE: yah duh
GIGI: good cuz i luv cupcakes
BRIELLE: and i luv mani-pedis
GIGI: lol
GIGI: how r u doing
BRIELLE: im fine they should let me out of here already
GIGI: so ur b-ing held against ur will
BRIELLE: uh i guess
GIGI: that's illegal
BRIELLE: we should get a lawyer lol
GIGI: yah and katie wuld get life imprisonment for b-ing wacko
BRIELLE: yah tots gtg the annoying doctor is here
GIGI: KK c u l8r bye
BRIELLE: bye ttyl
I turn off my phone. Kat may say that Katie's nice, but I agree with Rianna. Katie's just writing that letter to play perfect little angel. I kind of feel bad for her... who knows what her life will be like once the squad is done with her?
WILLOW
Hey guys,
I have a surprise for you at the sleepover at gramp's! So, how about we each bring something that's fun to the sleepover? Like, someone could bake a cake, or something like that... All my stuff will already be there, so... yeah. See you guys tommorow!
I send her a message back:
ARGH!! I can't handle the suspense! :) You don't mean the thing, do you?... Because that does't sound like a surprise to me. That sounds more like a... sad secret youre sharing. I have a bunch of white t-shirts and felt markers that I could bring.
Her response:
Nope, it's not the thing... it's a happy surprise :D Bring the felt markers and t-shirts! I've always wanted to do something like that...
ANDY
When Brielle gets back from school, I'm gonna ask her to the dance....
(May 16, 2015 - 6:12 pm)