Please oh please oh please let me join!!!! I know I'm super late, but I'm caught up on everything! I've read it all! here's my Charrie Sheet. If I can't join, just forget me. 

Name: Skye (not my real name, but what I was almost named) Taylor (not my real last name, either)

Appearence: tallish, long, like very long, a little past her waist long, golden blonde hair. Sky-blue eyes, brown glasses, barely visible freckles, you can see them better in the summer.

Things they are good at: singing, dancing, any kind of art, especially drawing, writing, anything to do with animals, caring for them or training them, fairly good at swimming, sewing, cooking, escpecially baking.

Things they need to work on: sports, not getting mad so easy

introvvert

Optimist

favorite book: The Wingfeather Saga, Anne of Green Gables

favorite song: My Love has gone Accross the Sea, Feel It, You are What I believe

favorite movie: Zootopia, Anne of Green Gables

favorite color: aqua, pink

Best subject: art

favorite animal: dog 

personality: Kind, smart, happy most of the time, gets angry easily, shy

other: has three dogs,  two hamsters, one fish, two chickens, six chicks, has one little brother, And her grandparents live Accross the road. Also, she is homeschooled, but I will pretend she just started going to school for this. 

Wow. If this is what you guys are like in real life, you're officially amazing. I'm just here, like, Miss Goody-Two-Shoes Boring Girl. Honestly, I would love to be able to stand up to a teacher like that or make witty comments, but in real life, I'd just squeak pathetically. And why are all the teachers horrible?

Abigail~ 

Math. My least favorite subject. I mean, I enjoy math in general— The black-and-white simplicity of it. It's right, or it's not. There's no in between. It's nice to take a break from the grey shades of the world and enjoy some uncomplication.

Math is fun, usually 

But math with Mr. Blits is torture.

After what seems like an hour, he appears to be satisfied that he has bored us to death and begins the math lesson. Caroline's hand is slowly inching toward her book, which is resting on her desk, attempting to pull it back into her lap. One can't deny that was incredibly brave of her, but... also kind of a bad idea.

I don't do bad ideas.

"...prank..." a whisper drifts towards me from the row behind. Emma?

"...on Mr. Blits..."

"...get what he deserves..." That's Parker

"I'm in."

Speak of bad ideas. I can already tell that's not going to work. It'll get them in trouble, lower their grades, and besides, how would they justify it? "Oh, sorry, Principal Lorison, we were getting revenge on our teacher for calling literature bad."

Wouldn't it be simpler, quicker, and much more efficient to tell the principal directly? Write up a neat report? Make a PowerPoint? "Our Math teacher, Mr. Blits, has been abusing his role as head of the class, demeaning other subjects, such as writing, and admonishing students for untrue things unrelated to Math, therefore taking away our learning time." Or something of the sort.

Well, I know there's a better way to do this. I'm going to get rid of Mr. Blits myself, the right way, the official way. Why sacrifice your grade and your reputation for a scheme that won't work? 

Then I'm going to show them that the flashy, witty, way isn't always best. 

That maybe, just once, a quiet, Goody-Two-Shoes that nobody care about can do something powerful. 

I'm going to start, but if I can't join, just forget this part. 

~ Skye

I sat in my seat, bored, sad. I hated scool. Why couldn't I have stayed being homeschooled? I remember playing outside, climbing trees, being done with school by 12:00. I missed it. I was lost in my thoughts, but then something caught my eye. "Give me my book back!" The girl, I forgot her name, was saying. Some teacher! Taking away students books! She wasn't even reading it! I wanted to stand up, do something, but I was frozen in my seat. Caroline. That was her name, wasn't it? It's only my first day, and I can't get names right! But that teacher! I heard some girls after that talking in hushed whispers about a prank. I could never participate in a prank like that, but I would be glad to watch it happen. Then I decided to do something about it. I would get my own book out, just to spite the teacher. I knew it was a risk, but I had to. I pulled out my precious copy of On The Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness from my backpack, and laid it on my desk. No. Why was I doing this!?! I was too scared. I wish I could be brave like that Emma! I opened the front cover, and began to read. I was soon transported to the world of Aerwiar, far away from any troubles of the school. "YOUNG LADY!!" My heart was pounding, my face grew hot. Mr. Blits walked down the isle, nearing me. I felt bad for the girl who had her copy of Anne with an e of Green Gables almost taken away. I loved that book, but I felt worse for the girl who really had her book taken away. I had never read The Book Thief before, but this wasn't about the book. This was about the teacher, no matter what the book. I sat up straight, reading on, pretending not to hear the evil teacher. The torturous man. "Miss, Taylor, was it? I'm afraid you never gave us a proper introduction," he said. I read on. "Miss Taylor! Do you hear me? I am talking to you!" "Y-yes, um, Mr, er, Blits," I stuttered. I heard a few muffled snickers and gasps in the crowd. I knew I hated school, but i hated this particular teacher in general. He wasn't the boss of me, and I wouldn't put up with being treated like some animal. Actually, no animal should be treated like this, either. "Please hand over that.....Literature." I closed the book and held it tight. My breathing sped up and I think I was beginning to tremble, but I didn't show it. If that Emma could stand up for herself, so could I. I wouldn't be pushed around by some teacher. "You were reading a piece of garbage when you supposed to be listening to me. Now hand it over." I drew in a deep breath. "No," I said shakily. He stepped closer and jerked the book out of my hand, ripping the cover. "You will learn to obey," he said harshly, tearing the hanging piece of paper off of the book. I heard gasps, not hidden this time. "No!" I said tears filling my eyes. "Give me my book back!" I said to the teacher. "My grandmother gave that to me for Christmas! You can't take my book away!" I said, tears streaming down my face. I stood up from my seat. "Please!" I said. I was desperate. I was aware that I was making a fool of myself. But I was making a statement. The teacher didn't answer, didn't even look my way. He marched up to the garbage can, and dropped the battered book inside like it was an old rag. I began to sob and slid back into my seat. I laid my head in my hands. This was so embarrassing. What a way to start the school year at a new school. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. It was like a thousand tiny lasers burning into me. But I didn't care what anyone thought of me. I was the new girl, it didn't matter. I hated school, I hated math, and I hated Mr Blits. 

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The bell rang, I was glad to be out of math class, but didn't care much. I would just have to go to another one. Grammar. My least favorite. Only, now my least favorite was math. On my way out of the class room, I passed Caroline. "I'm sorry about your book, mine was taken too," she said. I appreciated her trying to sympathize, but I was fine. "It's fine. I'm gonna get my book back. And I'm gonna get yours back too," I said. But she had already walked away. I knew that I had to get her book back, but now wasn't the time. I needed to plan and wait. I walked to my new shiny metal locker. Ew. So, so, I don't know the word. Dull. Bland. Boring. I looked at the tear-stained girl in the mirror. Who would like her? Who would want to be her friend? I had probably made a terrible impression on everyone. I might even be expelled from the school. I grabbed my grammar books, along with some papers I was using to plan out my new book. I would need something to entertain me while someone lectured about the boring elements of grammar that someone should remind me why I need to know it. G.R.A.M.M.A.R. Great Riots And Meaness Made Again Right I'm terrible at acronyms. Maybe someone else will make one up and tell me. The teacher's name was Miss Bytde. Bore You To Death and the E is silent. There's an acronym worth remembering. I pulled out my story papers and began sketching charries for my book. 

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I hope it's ok that I wrote this! I can change something if I need to.  

Oh, by the way, I have a question.

What's the neighborhood like? Suburban? Rural? Large community? Small?
I thought of a backstory that might be helpful, if you guys like it:
The place is relatively new, like seven years old maybe? So people are moving in all the time, improving the place, the govornment's buildig up a few schools, private companies are building up. It would explain why most of us have only been here for a few years. Then we could still reference our old lives.

Elena~

Ok, I had heard from people that Mr. Blits was bad, but this was ridiculous. What kind of teacher rips and throws a kid's book in the trash (that is what happened, right?) or takes it from them? I thought that kind of teacher only existed in movies! Seriously, that could be considered stealing. A hot fury bubbled up inside of me, so strong that I wanted to scream. But I couldn't scream. I wasn't as brave as that girl who had spoken up to the teacher. I could never do that. Then suddenly I hear whispers behind, me, something about a prank. Checking to make sure the teacher wasn't looking, I turned around. "So, who are we pranking?" I whisper brightly. The group jumped like they had been caught doing something wrong, which technically they had. "No one!" one of them said quickly. "Mr. Blits?" I ask. Another one grins. "Maybe... You know, we could use some help" they smirk. "I'm in."

Kate~

Well, this year is off to a great start. It's only the second period of the whole school year, but the "evil literature girls" of seventh grade are arranging a prank on our teacher, who is the equivalent of a big pile of schist. Only Percy Jackson fans will understand. Also, I've kind up given up being in charge of the thing, because Emma has stepped in. And, as usual, she's leading it.

These girls must really hate Mr. B., and I don't blame them. Even my sister, the goodiest goody-two shoes there ever was. Is goodiest a word? [No. The correct term would be "best."] Anyways, Amelia is touchy when it comes to books. After Mr. B. ripped Skye's book, she about lost it. I could tell that most of the other "evil literature girls" felt the same way. You know what? I like the name "evil literature girls". We should start a club or something. 

I honestly am starting to regret saying anything about a prank. I really wasn't thinking straight, and now that he's ripped Skye's book and basically stolen it, we could just tell the principal and he'd get in trouble that way. Whatever, The rebellious, usually illogical side of my brain says. You love pranks! You like irritating people in general! Plus, it's too late now to back out. Just go with it. Meanwhile, the smart and usually correct side of my head is saying, No! Just tell the principal and be done with it. You don't have any ideas for a prank anyway! Which is true. But, with all these evil literature girls around, who are all pretty much braniacs, we can think of something.

Knowing me, I listen to the defiant side of my brain. 

By now, they're throwing out tons of ideas. "We could TP (toilet-paper) his house!"  "How about putting tacks on his chair?"  "Maybe a whoopie cushion?" Some people say. I shake my head no. It has to be really good, very thought out. I'll come up with something, and if I can't, someone else will. We've got all year, so time isn't a problem. I reassure myself, thinking, this will be fun. And I believe it. It will be very fun.

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Um, we are in seventh grade, right? And, St.Owl, I like your idea. Let's do that!

Amelia~

That darn pile of schist! A curse only a true Percy Jackson fan would understand. I give Mr. Blits my death stare, which I am actually pretty proud of. HE DID NOT RIP A BOOK. Tell me he didn't. Poor Skye! I need to make a pinata of Mr. Blits's face and fill it with books, then beat it to shreds. Okay, Amelia. Calm yo'self down. Okay, I'm cool. No psychotic, only-halfway-insane, freaky, book-loving fangirl here.

It's funny; sometimes I'm the one annoyed about other people overreacting. Sometimes I am the one overreacting. The rest of the time I'm stressing out about what a hypocrite I am, and how no one would ever want to be friends with me. I mean, people are nice to me and all, but I feel like I'm not good enough to have a friend.

As I'm leaving Mr. Blits's class, FINALLY, I see Skye at her locker, sketching something, deep in thought. Here's your chance! I tell myself. She's like me! Well, she's more sane than I am, and probably a hundred times cooler... But, come on Amelia! Do something brave for once in your life! Talk to her!

Um, okay. I gather up every once of courage that I have, and walk over to her locker. "Um, uh, hi?" I say quietly. AHH! NO! I'm supposed to be acting confident! This is going all wrong! Come on, you can do this. "I'm Amelia," I mumble. "Is your next class grammer by any chance?" Oh, that was okay, Amelia. Yes! I am a smart, confident young woman! But my confidence shatters when she doesn't answer. She's lost in her drawing, something I can't help but do when I sketch. I can't blame her. She looks up, and says, "What?" I turn away, blushing furiously. "Nothing. Uh, I'm just gonna go." 

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Leeli, sorry if I controlled your character too much. 

Sorry, but I'm gonna have to quit this RP. I've been super busy and I haven't had time to even start, and it's too late now, so there won't be any more posts on here from me. Sorry guys.