Name: Serenity "Ren" O'Malley

Age (16-19): 16

Gender/pronouns: she/her

Appearance: Curly fire-red hair, intense green eyes, pale skin, freckles, wears comfortable attire smartly chosen that looks like she didn't put much effort into selecting but she did

Personality: Standoffish but in a... nervous sort of way?  Not cold and distant but fiery, loud and "I'm here," but she doesn't get close to or talk to anyone first.  She doesn't try to make friends and she works very hard at everything, so much so that she constantly wears herself out.  She's not sure what she wants from herself or the people around her.

Shipping:

Nervous habits:  Yelling at people, tugging hard at hair, pounding stuff when alone.  Nothing really quiet or subtle like chewing fingernails and stuff, just loud or forceful things.

Weaknesses: Doesn't know when to give herself a break, has no friends

Talents: Getting people to shut up and back off, can write really well, can do math adequately, can draw

Strengths: stamina

Here's my second character:

Name: Noah Pentson

Age (16-19): 17

Gender/pronouns: male, he/him

Appearance: straight bleached blond hair (naturally brown hair so brown roots), ocean blue eyes, round-ish face, average height but maybe slightly shorter, average weight, a few freckles, tan skin

Personality: confident, adventerous, loses train of thought easily, weak, makes weird analogies like "you're more likely to lose a physical fight to a wet corndog than me", charming, smart and asks a lot of questions, argumentative, never admits he's wrong and will only do so if he really likes you, can be really gentle and quiet, but he only shows that side of him if he really likes you as well.

Shipping: YES PLEASE! Open to girls! Preferably he'd be the one to have a crush on her first. Ooooh wait @Tsuki, you left shipping blank for Ren, so idk if that means it's not open or it is and you forgot to fill it out but anyways, can we ship Noah and Ren? Or can he have a crush on her? Like he keeps trying to get closer to her but of course she doesn't like people so she pushes him away but he annoyingly keeps trying. He is a hopeless romantic. It's totally fine if not! :)

Nervous habits: touching his neck and fidgeting with his fingers, if he's shipped then holding that person's hand

Weaknesses: He's a really bad liar, and gets guilty easily.

Talents: Creating weird analogies and he's really good at drawing, dressing right for every occasion.

Strengths: Making friends easily 

Name: Zoey Carter

Age (16-19): 16

Gender/pronouns: female, she her

Appearance: Long straight dark brown hair, hazel eyes, some freckles, Short, wears lots of pink 

Personality: bubbly, funny, super smart and kinda ambitious, sarcastic 

Shipping: yes, guys only

Nervous habits: picking at her cuticles

Weaknesses: she's clumsy, falls on like everything, and she can be condescending and come off as rude to sensitive people. She's awkward, especially when trying to help a friend

Talents: singing, she picks up things SUPER quickly

Strengths: she's strong but clumsy, is really confident, can calmly win an argument

Hello!

I will be starting the writing today, and it will likely be posted tomorrow! I see I have some interesting characters and I'm excited to work with them all. Some key points I'd like to bring up-

- You may want to communicate with other CBers to see if your character wants to be friends with theirs. Of course if you don't, I'll just see where the writing takes it! This only goes for most characters, but I think all should at least have acquaintances they cooperate with.

- Perhaps the most surprising point (and therefore my favorite), this will be written in first person. Why? Because that's what I like to write. And it's unusual to most other solo writes. Can't have the same thing over and over again, now can we?

- Headmistress Zonia is merely an anonymous name. And a character, of course. You're welcome to guess who I am. But I doubt you can, no offense. I act nothing like this. Usually.

- If you have any special requests for dorming, don't hesitate to let me know. Or do. Just so long as you reach out, the matter of hesitation isn't really a prominent issue. For now, this is what I have for dorming:

Dorm 1- Ash and Indigo

Dorm 2- Ren, Kalli, and Zoey

Dorm 3- Noah and Leo

Dorm 4- Dara and Reuby

Dorm 5- Camila and Aleigh

- I would also like to add that for the shipping, you guys can decide if you want them to be dating before the story starts or match up during. Or just like each other and never get to anything serious.

I will communicate with you soon!

Sincerely, Headmistress Zonia

Here's part one. It's just an intro, so it's short, simple, and kind of boring. Don't lose faith in my writing, please. I promise it'll get more interesting.

Installment 1: 

“Another year, another batch of students to most likely ruin,” I say, butting on my socks. It’s finally tour day! I get to meet a bunch of grimy teenagers and have them tour my beautiful school.

Great.

“I think this bunch will do better than last year’s, Zonia,” my brother says next to me, also putting his socks on.

“Better is far from perfect.”

It takes us a few minutes, which makes me a little late. Good. The kids get a warm up of how annoying I am. I leave my brother behind in his room to go greet the kids.

The school is big for how small it is. The walls are white marble, and the floor is pure gold tile. Each classroom doesn’t have a number, but instead on the doors there are white plaques with the name of the teacher, written in morse code. I made them myself.

I walk through the giant glass double doors at the front of the school to the staircase leading up to it. The group of teenagers sit there, and they all look up from their phones in sync. Except for one boy with bleached blond hair, who continues to stare at the clouds.

I stand there amused as a wave of confusion passes through all of their faces. “Who are you?” a brown-haired boy asks.

“I’m Zonia Barbarella Coz. But feel free to call me Headmistress Zonia,” I say, flicking a lock of my silver hair over my shoulder. The boy’s jaw drops.

“What are you, twelve?” a pale girl with in-between brown and blond hair says.

“And a half. It’s rude to ask a woman’s age. Sometimes I can’t even believe who I accept. Before I take you guys inside, do you have any other questions questions, regarding any policies or something written in my invitation letter?”

The boy who was staring at clouds immediately speaks up. “Yes! What kind of food will we be eating?” he asks in an excited tone.

“That’s not a very prominent issue. But it will most likely be whatever is requested. We have some fine chefs here. Is that all?” The group is silent. “Let’s go in.”

I walk everyone inside and give a brief tour. I’m happy to see that many of the students are finding people to talk to. The few that aren’t are going to be fun to annoy.

At the end of the tour, I release the students to their dorms.

A boring tour, yes, but there’s an exciting year to come. Let the chaos commence.

PART 2- 

Zoey-

Honestly, I'm not entirely sure about how I feel about this school. It's kind of weird. The headmistress is 12.

And that's not even the weirdest part. I'm on my canopied bed in my dorm. It's honestly really pretty. We get to customize our bedsheets colors, and I chose a soft baby pink. It looks cool with the oakwood bedframe.

I'm dorming with Serenity and Kalli. Serenity goes by Ren. But I don't like her. So I call her Serenity.

Kalli is cool.  I haven't talked to her much, but she seems nice enough.

My stomach releases a low grumble. Thank goodness lunch is soon. A bunch of kids put in special requests for what they'd like to eat. I didn't. I'm not much of a picky eater, anyways.

I'm pretty sure the entire rest of the 11-person school is in class. I'm lucky. I have a free period right now.

I check my watch. It's five minutes until the bell rings for lunchtime. I'll start walking to the cafeteria.

Apparently, I'm not the only one who thinks to do this, becayse there's a boy standing outside the cafeteria. He has blond hair with brown roots, and cool tealish eyes.

He notices me first.

"Hi," he says. smiling. "Free period?"

"Yeah," I respond.

"Lucky. Free period before lunch would be AWESOME. You can, like, raid the cafeteria for banana bread! That's what they're serving today."

I laugh but then stop. "Wait, you don't have free period right now?" I ask.

"Nope! I'm only here because I snuck out of class. Mr Horner teaching is as boring as an onion trying to teach a class. I'd much rather just get detention."

The conversation goes on like that until the bell rings. The boy’s name is Noah, and I sit next to him at lunch. He's honestly kind of cute. And he may or may not have made me blush a few times later in the conversation.

As if I would ever admit that.

-

Leo-

The Academy of the Gifted. It's already a weird name. I can't shake the feeling that this school is shady. I have no idea why I came.

Maybe I came out of curiosity. But I'm not that curious. It could be out of wanting to get away from my family. But they're not that bad, so it's not that, either.

Whatever. I'm here, arent I? I guess that's what matters. I really hope I made the right choice.

I doubt it.

There are only 11 kids at this school. So each class only has 5 kids. Some kids have free periods, so each class is equal in students. The weird part is lunch. 1 table. 11 kids. A small room. I'm squished between my roomates, Cyrus and Noah.

“Did you know that vacuum machines used to be horse-drawn?” Cyrus asks me, taking a bite of his PB&J. He and I have the exact same schedule, so we’ve kind of become friends. I think.

I shake my head in answer to his question, and he proceeds to give me an entire explanation.

____

The next week of school is almost normal. We learn math and science and… well, normal school stuff. It was pretty boring but nice. I should’ve known this wouldn’t last.

The training begins.

-

Camila-

The training is really weird. It’s kind of a waste of time, in my opinion, But, hey, at least I get out of math class for it.

Every other day, we all get taken out of one of our periods for training. The training, simply put, is when we go to an empty classroom for a while. Some lady with a too-tight back bun and a too-tight black dress does a quick IQ test sort of thing on us, and then we sit still at a desk. For an hour. Nothing happens whatsoever.

At least, that’s how it works for me. The first day we have training, after we’ve all done it, we eat lunch, and I hear stories much different than mine.

“She made me swim 100 laps around the school pool!” Noah exclaims to everyone. No wonder he’s wet. “I have the swimming strength of an engineless lawn mower!”

“A… what?” Ash asks, confused. Noah makes weird analogies. But fae doesn’t get an answer, because Reuby speaks up.

“She made me scream into a microphone as long and as loud as I could,” she says, obviously annoyed with that activity, tossing her long black hair out of her face.

“She only made me run a quick 20-yard dash,” Indigo adds, looking a little concerned about these other weird activities.

Cyrus chimes in, too. “Same. I still don’t understand why, though.”

On it goes, everyone telling stories of their training. Building a raft out of popsicle sticks. Long jumps. Cooking roast eef with no oven or sunlight. None of this stuff seems that important.

Everyone seems a little annoyed about the training. I don’t mind it too much. It’s a slight waste of time, and I’d rather be doing anything else, but it isn’t that bad. It gives me time to daydream. Plus, some of these people are probably lying, trying to get attention or something.

But pretty soon, I learn for sure that they aren’t.