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It was Juliette's first day of actual school. Frankly, she was as nervous as can be, but tried her best not to show it. When leaving the car, her caretaker told her to make some friends. Making friends. Okay. Should be...easy. As she walked into the intimidating school building, it felt all eyes were on her. But not in a good way. The judgemental eyes from students burned into her. "Oh dear," she thought to herself. Rather than looking down to try and avoid eye contact, she kept her head up, shoulders back, and her eyes looking straight ahead. Her story was simple. Rebecca Barton is a foreign exchange student from England coming for the rest of the year here to this high school. Seems simple enough.

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Connor was already at school, standing at his locker. It was a rather messy locker. One that would probably win him the senior award for "Messiest Locker". But surprisingly, he knew where everything was. Unscrewing the orange lid of a Cool Blue Gatorade, he took a long drink before putting the lid back on and putting it away in his locker. Cool Blue...that was his fuel. Slamming his locker shut, he waited patiently against it for the bell to ring for classes to start.

Elliot, or better known as Mazey, wandered through the halls without realizing that she was on the opposite side of the building. With a confused look, she glanced around, lifting her hand slowly to scratch her head, making her look even more confused, making her an open book for people who liked to mess with new students. Steadily, she readjusted her arms, making it easier to hold her books better, but then she just decided to sit on the nearest bench, wondering what to do. She knew she would be late by now, there was no doubt in her mind about that. It'll be okay, it will be okay. The girl tried reassuring herself over and over again with a small twitch of the hand, nervousness kicking in at full speed as she sat there, watching kids pass by her, some looking at her oddly, while others not caring a bit. I hope everyone will accept me here. Her worrying mind blurting out. Being a princess for eighteen years, and now this? Boy, did she have a lot to learn!

Derek was slowly walking with ease down the halls, not for sure on where he was going, but not really caring, too. Stopping by a waterfountain, he bent down to get a drink, only to be splashed with the blasted thing. Around him stood his friends who laughed wildly at this new sight. With a smirk on his face, Derek turned the waterfountain back on and began splashing his friends, who scurried off laughing, and yelling, at Derek, who stood there shaking his head with a small smile on his face. Quickly, before the bell rang, he whiped off most the water, only leaving small drops on his dark shirt, which he knew would blend away quickly, so he wasn't to worried. 

Connor started walking to his first class, messing with his hair like he always did. Walking pass one of the benches, he noticed a new girl. It was Connor's personal duty to help confused looking people. And she seemed to fit the criteria. Quietly walking up to her, he raised an eyebrow at her, giving a nice smile. "You must be new here," he said in observation. "Are you lost? Can I help you with something?" he inquired, looking down at the blonde headed girl sitting on the bench.

With a bit of shock, Mazey looked up to see a boy offering her help. She cleared her throat to speak. "Uh, yes, that would be nice. Help, I mean. Help. I can't find my, um, room in which to learn." As she spoke, she mentally face palmed herself of her embarrassment. With an apologetic face, the girl blinked, then gave a small smile, handing her paper for the places she was supposed to go over to the boy with dainty, shaking hands. She hoped he'd grab it quickly so he wouldn't notice her lack of ease and grace, which she proudly showed at home, in Greenland. The way she had introduced herself seemed to make her even more scared about how the year will go. She truly hoped no one would discover that she was a princess, because the way she was going now, it didn't seem too long before she'd start acting like a princess again, and there would be no good news after that. "I'm.....Mazey. Yeah, Mazey." She now introduced herself in the moment of silence and awkwardness. Oh how great! She yelled at herself in her mind. You know how to make a royal fool out of yourself, for sure!

Full Name: Emilee Rylee Roberts

Nickname: Emmy, but don't call her that.

New Name: Summer Hough

Age:17

Gender: Female

Personality:  She is very kind-hearted, she is antisocial tho. For more meet her. (I just wanna hurry up and rp..)

Princess of: Marina

History: x

Others:x

Looks:

Connor gave a light chuckle at the girl, gently taking the paper that held her schedule. "It looks like..." he said whilst studying the paper, "...most of your classes are along the lines of mine. I guess I shall be your tour guide for the day (How convenient XD)." He gave a wide, cheeky smile at the girl, his tongue peeking out the sides of his teeth. "My name is Connor, and I shall be at your service this fine day," said he, bending over to give a bow. "Now, Mazey, let's get you to your first class." Connor held out a hand for her, to politely help her up.

Full Name: Adelade Luchia Majestade

Nickname: Dela

New Name: "My new name is Waverly Marie Johnathan."

Age: "I'm 18."

Gender: Female

Personality: Meet her.

Princess of: "An island off the coast of brazil called Ilha, its small, and realatively unheard of."

History: Born a princess, raised so, and so on.

Others:  X

Looks:

Name: Lincoln Tyler Flynn

Nickname: Tyler

Age: 19

Gender: male

Crush: X

Bf/Gf:X

Personality: X

Pets: X

History: X

Others:X

Looks:

Accepted, thank you for joining! (:

Thank you ney. Oooops . Didn't use my pretty font.

Name: Kyle

Nickname:x

Age:17

Gender:male

Crush:x

Bf/Gf:x

Personality: (Optional)

Pets: (Optional)

History:  x

Others:x

Looks:

Accepted, you sly dog, you. XD

Hehe

Summer, or Emilee walked into her new school. She was nervous of course, because she for one,was  anti-social. & two was used to be around royalty and not normal people. She looked at her sticky note, the numbers read in neat handwriting Locker Number:214.   She began searching for that very locker.

Kyle- I stood out-front of the school, my  bookbag over my back. I slung the heavy bookbag over my back once once again. I sighed, walking in the doors annd getting stares. I was bullied a awful lot last year, to the point to where I cried my eyes out everyday.  I shook it off, and went to find my locker. 

Connor smiled at the obviously very confused girl. Here, once the first bell rings, you have four minutes to get to your class before the second bell rings indicating that school has actually begun and that you're indeed late (this is how it goes at my school xD). "Don't worry about that bell," he reassured. "We'll get you to class in time." Connor kept ahold of her hand as he began to walk down the hall to her first hour class. "You're in the same first hour as me. It's just down the hall here," he informed. He kept a semi-loose grip on her hand as he led her about. The door to the classroom was open and some students were already there, standing around the desks and talking. Connor turned his head back to her as they stood in the doorframe, "Don't mind Trenton. He'll more than likely try to jack with you, but just ignore him."

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Trenton was Connor's friend. He was one that liked to joke around and cause trouble. A new student was always fun to mess with, to him, and since Mazey was a girl, it made everything a bit more interesting. The blonde haired blue eyed boy sat on one of the desks in the back laughing with another boy across the room. Once he saw Connor, his laughing slowly subsided. "Hey, Connor! ..Who's this?" he asked. Connor brought Mazey over to the back of the room where Trenton and a few other people were. "This is Mazey. She's..new." Hopping down from the desk, Trenton slid over to this new, intriguing girl. "New huh?" His blue eyes flickered down to their hands. "Why are you two holding hands?" Connor face burned in a blush. Slowly he released her hand and immediately went to rubbing the back of his neck in nervousness. "N-No reason."

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The stupid thing won't let me space it out into a new paragraph. That's what the little thingamajig is for. xD

RANDOM NEW BOY. Preferably for thy Siba.

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Name: Trenton Sadrakula

Nickname: Trent

Age: 18

Gender: "If you're so unsure, why don't you come over here yourself and find out?"

Crush: x

Bf/Gf: x

Personality: I'm going to use my "Optional" pass on this one, thank you.

Pets: "Just a lazy fat cat at home named Jax."

History: x

Others: He has deh blonde hair and deh blue eyes. xD

Looks:

COMMENCE VIRTUAL HI-FIVE!

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That is the crappiest thing I have ever made. XD

Trenton's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Greenland? You're a little far away from home aren't you, princess?" he teased. Trent could be a nice boy around the right people, but most of the time he's just an ass. The boy stood a little too close to the girl and it was making Connor feel a bit uncomfortable. "I'm Trenton. Trenton Sadrakula," he said with a little wink.

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Connor had taken a seat on a desk, watching the two quietly. As Trenton came increasingly closer to Mazey, his leg began to bounce uneasily. "Alright Trent leave her alone. She's not interested in you," he said a bit eagerly so that he would get away from her. Standing up from the desk, he jerked his head to the side to clear his bright blue eyes of his jet black hair. Slapping a hand on Trent's shoulder, he put a tight grip on it and shook. "Class is about to start. Let her have some space." Trenton turned around to face Connor. He knew what he was trying to do. Usually Connor didn't mess with girls knowing that no one would fancy him over Trenton. So since he was showing so much passion for this one, Trent backed off...for the time being. He moved to the side and slid into a desk, leaving the dark haired boy with the blonde. "You can, uh, sit there." He gestured to a desk that was next to the window and at the end of the row. "I'll sit here." Walking around her assigned desk, he sat in the one next to it, separating her from Trenton who was on the other side of him. The bell rang from outside in the halls, indicating that it was time for class to start.

I love it!

t(._. ) Mine looks like I'm giving you the finger. I'M NOT, THOUGH! xD

    Mazey had no freakin' clue what to think at this point. Her emotions where crazy, feeling as though she had just been slapped across the face. Even though she was a princess, she knew a lot about the Americans and how they acted. She had even picked up on some of their "language", and by that, the sailor kind. Scooting her new desk chair back, she flopped down, not giving her normal, well balanced, posture from back at home. Instead, she slumped in her chair, resting her head on her hand. How great. Her thoughts returned with a sting. She hadn't realized how this was going to turn out, and apparently, someone wasn't looking out for her best interest already. With a sigh and a awkward glance at Connor, she had a moment of sadness, wishing everyone was like him; but obviously nobody was. 

    Debating whether she should speak or not, Mazey opened and closed her mouth repeatedly, almost afraid to speak. Many questions ran through her mind, but she decided to ask a simple one for the time being. "Wh-why is Trenton like that?" Her heart thumped as she hesitated on asking the question in a mere whisper. The last thing she wanted was for Trenton to over hear, than have a complete agenda against the girl to bully her for the whole time she'd be there. Now this was another question, but only for her.....How long was she supposed to stay here? Maybe this wasn't the greatest plan that she had going for her, afterall.