The speed of the highway to the speed of 10 miles per our. Adra stopped her motercycle. "Holy, Aid."Her brother said. Adra smirked.Brandon got off the motercycle. He helped Adra off. Adra held her mini skirt down. "I hate this school."She muttered. She hated mini skirts. Her brown hair fell when she took the helmet off.

(Ty's into is coming)

Basic Info:

Name: Karienne Jackson

Age: Seventeen

Grade: Eleven

Appearance:

Hair: Karienne has big black curls that fall down just to her shoulders, and frame her round face.

Face: Karienne i guess you could say she has a pretty face. She has playful forest green eyes that are framed by her long dark lashes. Her eyes really stand out against her darker complection, she has her daddy's eyes. She has a small nose that fits her face nicely. She has straight white smile that is every present, lighting up her entire face. Now her lips, aren't exactly the fullest, maybe a little less than that.

Build: Karienne stands at a height of 5'5 which is about average nowadays. She has a very feminine shape. She is thin, and according to her good friend Jeth, 'has more curves than a race track', she also has long legs, but nothing awkward looking. She's not exactly flat chested, but then again she's no Pamela Anderson, but theres still some there. Now, being the type of girl she is, you wouldn't expect it but she has a tattoo of a dragon all across her back, she can thannk her lovely friend for that one (she vows to never drink again). ( I kinda fail at that)

Skin Tone: Now although Kari is mixed, meaning her daddy was white and her mother is African American, her skin isn't as fair as some other mixed kids. She takes more after her mother. She has a milky chocolate brown skin tone/complection.

Clothing: Kariennes style depends on her mood. Well really, she doens't have a set style. She wheres whatever in her mind looks good. She wears, fitted shirts, skinny jeans, sweaters, sweatpants, so whatever fits. Her shoes range from Uggs, Nike's to Combat boots.

Beliefs:

Religion: Was baptised Anglican,but you won't see her practising any religion.

Thoughts on Crime: Well it depends on the situation. If you need for sure, but if you're just chopping people up for you're own amusment you should get hunged. She thinks that when convicts die it shouldn't just be death by lethal injesction. No dude, you should go into the electric chair.

Thoughts on War: She hates war, and hates when people think it cool with their stupid *censored* Socom and Call of Duty video games. But she wouldn't hate it as much if people fought for a good reason. IF you're fighting over land, go shove you head up your @ss. But if you're fighting for rights, then hell yeah, plus if there wasn't a war, people with her skin colour would still have no rights.

Thoughts on Dating: As long as there are no facial piercing involved, and theres no consistant "Oh you hang up the phone, No you hang up first, No you, Oh its our one weekaversary, Oh I can't live without you" all is good.

Personality:

Disposition: Karienne is a totally upbeat socialable girl, not to in your face though. Just one of those really likebale people, who gets along with basically everyone. She likes to joke around, and have fun. Although, it surprises many people, the girl swears like crazy. Always cussing at the most random times, and while people make peace signs with their hands in photots she will flip you off. She loves video games, and violent movies (to an extent). The girl is also easily irritated, and has a fiery temper. She lashes out, and will cuss you off till she's blue in the face. Although, she'd still be pissed off, she'll still be nice to you, and forgive you. Although, if you knew her well enough she'd keep getting back at you in little ways. (Putting salt in you're soda, whiping your shoes in dog poo, putting dog poo in you're food. Bying you a cake them face planting you into it.)

History:

Past: Well her mother was a model, and her father was a military soldier. They met after her mom got fired for being the wrong size and had her. They're bundle of joy. But then a few years back her father was killed by a road side bomb. Don't talk to her about it, or take her to a war movie, or she'll bawl her eyes out. And thats about it. Nothing really worth getting into.

Love Life:

Status: Single

Orientation: Straight

Crush: Uh, we'll see about this one.

Other:

Additionally:

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Basic Info:

Name: Jethro Carter

Age: Eighteen

Grade: Senior/Twelve

Appearance:

Hair: Its black, uhh, I suck at describing hair XP, I gotta think about it.

Face: I guess he could be considered handsome if his face wasn't always so cold. But when he's in a good mood his face is lit up by his cute crooked grin, and dimples. His eyes are a deep blue that are bright and playful.

Build: Jethro has the body of any other football jock. He stands at an even height of 6 feet. He has an athletic build with broad shoulders. Although unlike other jocks, he isn't as muscular, he has more of a lean build, but he's just as strong as the other guys.

Skin Tone: He's caucasian. 'Nuff said.

Clothing: Jethro wears just about whatever, short sleeves, long sleeves, and jeans. Never shorts, even in the summer. But never skinny jeans, Kari hates when guys wear skinny jeans, and Kari tends to buy him most of his clothing, with his money of course.

Beliefs:

Religion: Baptised Catholic, but you'll never see him anywhere near a church or bible.

Thoughts on Crime: Depends. If you go around molesting women, or killing people for the hell of it. You deserve whatever action is coming to you in the shower room, don't drop the soap.

Thoughts on War: Depends on the situation.

Thoughts on Dating: Depends on the person. Otherwise, get out of my face.

Personality:

Disposition: Jethro's personality differs when he with different people. When he's with his friends he playful, always smiling jokester. Friendly, and a good guy. But once he's away from them and stuck in a room with random people he not the nicest. He's rude, snarky and comes across as cocky. He cusses as if theres no tomorow and flips people off constantly. (And I failed at that. So the rest you'll see.)

History:

Past: Well, his father and mother divorced when he was five, which was fine by him, his dad was never at home always running around making buiness deals for his company. He didn't like his father all that much, even if he was rich and gave him everything he wanted. So his mother and him moved into a nice neiborhood, and he grew up next to Karienne. They became best friends right away (even though he was mean as a child too), when they found out they had the same last name, although there was no relation. His father still sends him gifts and money every couple of months, which Kari likes to take advantage of. And thats about it.

Love Life:

Status: Single

Orientation: Straight

Crush: Haha, f*** you.

Other:

Additionally:

((It's even now. :D

And sure, Karebear. :3

And fizzlebum, they can wear blue and red blazers and white polo shirts and black dress pants. And maybe red and blue ties. :3))

Lindsay walked through the courtyard, where most students were gathered, and noted the rarity of cute freshman boys. And there was no way an upper cl*censored*man would take a liking to her. All the sophomores were handsome, but busy talking to their friends. The juniors were... talking to junior girls. The seniors were taking to teachers. The freshman were... sticking popsicle sticks up their noses.

Oh well...

Lindsay laid down her bookbag on a solitary bench, and sat down. Some girls sat on the ground ahead of her, and she waved. They left.

It wasn't that Lindsay was ugly. In fact, she was quite pretty. But people never talked to her. Guys only seemed to be interested in girls with bo.obs the size of Texas.

Lindsay sat there, staring at the ground, holding back tears.

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Matthew's friend had to go, so he turned off his Iphone and stuck it in his pocket. He decided to head out to the courtyard, just a field away. He set off, and quickly made it there.

Once Matthew got to the courtyard, a hoard of teenagers surrounded him. This was the jock clique. Cheerleaders asked him why he broke up with Amy, but they had adoration in their eyes. Other football players told him about the great year they were planning to have. Dance team members kept quiet, but occasionally smiled at him.

Lindsay sighed, and looked at the beautiful sky. She needed a pick-me-up, so she started drawing. Sure, she'd look like a total geek. She should have cared, but she didn't. She took out a large, generic drawing pad, and started sketching. The picture was simply beautiful, of a large, boisterous rose, and it could have been from a photograph.

Curious p*censored*erbys looked at the sketch, and looked like they were about to say something, but didn't.

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Matthew started flirting with a new cheerleader, but a girl across the courtyard caught his attention. She sat alone, with a drawing pad tucked in her arms. She was beautiful, but looked rather timid, and lonely, sitting by herself on a paint-chipping bench. Matthew stared at her for the moment, and saw she was... different.

The cheerleader he was flirting with, Megan, got his attention with her high-pitched voice.

"... And that's why I cannot stand brocolli." She said nasally.

And he went back to reality, reminding himself of his place in life.

"It was nice talking to you... Maggie?" He asked hopefully.

"I'm Megan... but you can call me Maggie too, I guess." She bleated.

And he stopped listening, while she diverted the conversation to carrots, obviously uninterested.

Adra walked into the school and sighed. "I hate these skirts."She said. Adra's and Brandon's good friend, Ty, whistled from behind.

"Ty!"Adra said. She ran up to him and hugged him.

"Hey Aid."He said. Adra smiled.

"I missed you so much."Adra said. Ty smiled. Brandon chuckled.

"Adra, your skirt."Brandon reminded her.

"Crap!"Adra said. She pulled her skirt down. She blushed a bit as some guys stared at her. "Keep ther hermoines down everyone!"Adra laughed.

"Eh, It's not that great," Lindsay murmured. "But thanks." She smiled kindly. She had seen this girl around before, but had never actually spoken to her. "What's up?" She asked. She smiled happily that someone here wasn't totally ignorant of her existance.

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((Matthew has nothing to do... D;))

(Where's Alpha?)

((Oops, fized. :D And yeah. Gotta go.))

"Yeah. Freshmeat." She smiled. "And nice to meet you. I'm Lindsay." She took her hand and shook it firmly.