7 characters plus some reserved! Jarvis, when would you like to start?

Name: Hermione Granger 

Character Name: Same

Age:  15(she's from book five)

Powers (if any): Magic (she's a witch!)

Appearance: Frizzy brown hair and big teeth.

Personality: very smart and sometimes bossy but still kind

Romance (if any):  not Ron Weasly YET

Friends: Harry Potter,Ginny Weasly, Ron Weasly

Enemies: Voldemort (or Tom Riddle since that sounds more like a human name

Elective: Everything 

Ok, I'm just gonna do one, cause this is my first rp.

Name: Alanna Trebond

Character Name: Alanna of Trebond

Age: (I'm gonna do her just after the first book) 14

Powers (if any): 'the gift' i.e. can make fires, force feilds, heal, balls of light, give people energy, and see the future in fires, but she is afraid of using it and it tires her a lot

Appearance: Short, stocky, BRIGHT red hair that comes to her earlobes, purple eyes, pale skin, muscular

Personality: Speaks her mind even to teachers although it gets her in trouble, short temper, is funny without meaning to be, brave, HATES to be frightened, and can't stand people bullying her.

Romance (if any): None

Friends: Faithfull (a cat), Jonathan Conte, Gary Naxen, Raoul Goldenlake, George Cooper.

Enemies: Ralon Malven

Elective: Probably history or self defence.

Okay! I'm going to have two charries.

Name: Sam Goode

Character Name: Sam Goode

Age: 16 ( I think- they never really clarified that in the book)

Powers: Telekinesis ONLY

Appearance: light brown curly hair, kind of pale, usually wears big glasses, bue eyes, shortish

Personality: sweet, kind, funny, caring, and nerdy

Romance: Number Six

Friends: Number Four, Number Nine, Number Seven (Also known as Marina), Sarah Hart, Number Six, Adamus Sutkeh, Ella (Also known as Number Ten) 

Enemies: Number Five and the Mogadorians

Elective: None

Name: Number Six (just Six works)

Character name: Six

Age: 16

Powers: Telekinesis, Controlling weather, invisibility, super hearing,

Appearance: long black hair, blue eyes, very tan, tall and skinny

Personality: tough, sarcastic, can be mean, kind of gruff,

Romance: Sam Goode

Friends: Number Four, Number Nine, Sarah Hart, Adamus Sutkeh, Ella, Sarah Hart, Sam Goode, Number Seven, Malcom Goode

Enemies: Number Five and the Mogadorians

Elective: Track 

Okay! This should be fun! 

SORRY!!!!!!!!!! I'm so sorry! My computer broke down at one point, and I also had lots of homework... you know the drill. I'm so sorry for the delay. Here are my charries:

Name: Lucy Carlyle 

Character Name: Same 

Age: I'm not sure... about 14?

Powers: She has the ability to listen to and hear ghosts. She can also detect traces of apparitions and spirits just by touching something. It would be a great twist if the school was built on top of the site of a prison or something, because then she would get lots of vibes.  

Appearance: Rather stocky, jet-black hair, pale skin, loves to wear black, never wears dresses or anything fancy but not jeans either. She keeps instinctively reaching for the spot on her belt where her sword should be, but doesn't actually remember her past (like all of our charries). 

Personality: Sarcastic and shrewd, always speaks her mind. She can't stand silly or "girly" girls, they make her skin crawl. She is very physically fit, okay at math and science, but has no patience for writing or extensive reading. Recently, she's been getting nervous about the voices she hears, especially when she touches a specific item. 

Romance: None. 

Friends: We shall see. 

Enemies: None yet, I'm not sure how the story will impact that. 

Elective: Gymnastics. If it is okay, there could be a gymnastics club/league. 

Name: Artemis Fowl

Character Name: Same

Age: 14 (This would be him at the end of the fifth book)

Powers: A bit of fairy magic (Again, from the end of the fifth book)

Appearance: Pale and calculating, one icy blue eye and one brown one. Dark hair that is expertly slicked back. Wears suits. 

Personality: EXTREMELY intelligent. Isolated, not sociable at all. He snaps a lot. 

Romance: None. 

Friends: Minerva Paradizo

Enemies: Belinda Zito, aka Opal Koboi (who also doesn't remember who she is)

Elective: Advanced computer math. He must go over to the high school to do it. 

OK! Again, sorry about the delay. Anyone can now start us off, unless someone has not posted their charrie yet.  

(I realized some of the characters are too old for middle school... 14 is the maximum age unless you've been held back a lot. So... people, you're going to have to change ages a bit! Also it's hard to write characters a lot older than you. Also remember that it's "a normal middle school. They were brainwashed first, so they don't remember who they are." So no carried-over plots from the books/movies.)

Cinder~ (I somehow can't ever start in 1st person... I'll switch over eventually. At least it's present tense right now).

Cinder shifts her backpack straps on her jacket. All summer, she's been used to just wearing her tank top, but it's chilly now and a few orange leaves, almost the color of the faded red hair tie holding her ponytail together, skid past her feet on the asphalt of the parking lot. The jacket is olive green, patched. It's old, but the fleece inside is still warm on her otherwise bare arms.

She looks down at her toes. The capri pants she's wearing expose a little bit of her left calf above her boot: her left calf is metal. Shiny titanium. She worked all night last night to scrub the grease from its cracks. She thinks it doesn't look too bad, but tugs her pant leg a little bit lower, as if hiding one centimeter will help. She's always felt only half-self-conscious about it: knowing she can't do anything about it, she's learned to answer curious questions politely and turn away from the stares.

The school's front doors are open. More leaves follow her in, brushing at the heels of her boots, as she walks up to the directory on one wall. Instantly, her vision is overlaid by a string of monospace text, informing her that "Information matched. Open file?"

Her retina display has done this since she was nine; she has a row of minimized web pages in a corner of her vision. Mentally, she gives the command to open the directory and schedule file windows from the row of minimized ones. Her retina display is connected to her brain interface. Easily, the two charts come up at the corner of her vision, letting her still see the world yet view the information seemingly purely from memory.

Her first class is English Honors. She's talked to the principal about this, and she isn't allowed to use her retina display in any class except engineering/technology and environmental science, because one of them is largely practical and the other one is outdoors and there are no tests. That's okay with her. She shoulders her backpack, still shifting uncomfortably, tugs at her ponytail to make sure it's still tight (though that doesn't exactly work; it'll always be a bit messy, with side bangs spiking out on both sides of her face), minimizes her schedule, and walks towards the English wing.

Oo cool! We're starting. The person who posted before me, Air, will probably be the one who started it off, but I can't wait!!!! >.< 

~Despereaux

"Hey!" calls a high-pitched voice. 

"Oh great," I mumble. It's him. The rat. With his long rat-ish nose, and his rat-ish laugh, and his mean, rat-ish friends.

"Hee hee hee! Hey, what kind of name is Despereaux?" he says. His rat-ish buddies giggle and poke at me.

I shudder slightly and try not to show that I'm afraid.

"It's French." I wiggle around nervously in my seat and stare out the window. I know what he's going to aim for next.

"Well what about your big ears--"

I groan. What about your big nose? I think.

"Ross, why do you have to be so mean?" asks a girl sitting in front of the bus. She turns her head around.

Ross suddenly bolts up straight. "Oh hey, Penelope--"

She gives the rat a deep, cold, hard stare.

Instantly, he backs down and keeps quiet, with his friends doing the same thing. 

Suddenly, as Penelope resumes to her original posisition, our gazes meet. Just for a second, she actually notices me. She's the most popular girl in school. And I can see why everyone likes her. She's . . . beautiful . . . and kind.

After we stop looking at each other, it feels like an eternity has passed. But it was only a second. I sigh deeply and press my forehead against the window.

When the bus stops at the new school, I am quickly swept up into a fury of kids. They push and shove each other, mostly me, as I struggle to get out and not get trampled. Once I'm inside, I see many interesting people, including a girl who keeps reaching for her belt, a boy with a tooth necklace, and others.

They look pretty avaerage, but I have a feeling they're unique in some way. Everyone is.

After awkwardly staring at them for a long time, something inside me clicks. I'm not sure what it is, but it feels like I'm not who I am. Like I'm supposed to be somewhere else, some when else, something else.

I shrug and head to the first classroom.

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Kudos to anyone who has read this book! :D 

Ahh, Novelist, give me kudos! I love Kate DiCamillo.

Also, I'll be changing Luna's age to twelve, if that's okay.

Luna~
"Sir, I don't feel right doing this problem."

"I'm sorry?" Professor Dao (I have what they call an irritating habit of calling teachers professors) looks up from his tests. (of which I refused to take. Tests have bad karma.)

"Why am I doing this?" I gesture at the worksheet. "What is the point of splitting up this poor number into lots and lots of little bits? It's like I'm murdering it! And when I get to the end, well... what happens to the first number? Where does it go? And what does this answer do to me? Does it solve the problem of Wrackspurts in people's ears?"

Professor Dao sighs, although I don't know why. It's a perfectly understandable question. I don't want to be a murderer, and I really don't understand the logic of math. It's about as silly as tests.

"Luna," he says slowly, "That is not the point of the exercise. The point is to see if you understand the methods we are learning. The deeper philosophy is not needed."
"But that's what I'm confused about," I reply. "Will dividing a fraction and a decimal help me later on in life? What does it do for me? Will it help me hunt down Nargles?"

He groans.

I take out my sketchbook and continue my drawing of a Crumple-Horned Snorkack. 

Let's change it to a junior high school, which encompasses 7th, 8th, and 9th grades. 

Save me a spot plz. I wil be Cinder from Lunar Chroncicles. gtgmsprry