Hello, all!
My name is Tracey. 
I'm seventeen, a senior in High School, and I absolutely love to roleplay. I'm trying to get used to this site but I really don't know much, so I'm just going to post a casual roleplay and hopefully I'll get a response. n_n; Character List:
Josh - An Eighteen year old senior who is well known by many, but doesn't mind to take the time to show Tracey around.
Kevin - A nineteen year old senior who got left back one year and takes out his anger on freshman and new students.
Jackie - A Seventeen year old senior who is friendly, outgoing, and isn't afraid to lend and helping hand. Eventually, she becomes Tracey's best friend.
The first day of school had rolled around and unfortunately for Tracey, being at Charleston High was not how she had planned it. She wanted to be back at Whitman with her old friends. As she walked down the hallway of Charleston High, she reminded herself repeatedly of how much she hated her parents for making her move schools her senior year. How could they be so selfish!? Senior year was supposed to be the best year of her life, but the tables had turned and not in her favor. Her father had received a job opportunity which would bring in a better income for the family, but Tracey would've preferred to stay where she was rather then change schools her senior year.
As she got off the bus and walked into the building, she already felt her stomach twisting and turning itself into knots. She frantically tried to make her way into the cafeteria to eat breakfast, getting lost on the way. "Which way to the cafeteria?"She asked a security guard standing in the middle of the hallway. After she got redirected, she raced inside, and to her dismay, as she panned the cafeteria, all the tables were pretty much full of high school seniors who had already seemed to find their friends from last year. The only free table she saw was slightly broken in the left corner of the cafeteria, but it would have to do for now. After purchasing waffle sticks and a bottle of apple juice, she placed it down quietly and looked around at all the students with their expensive backpacks and fancy clothes. She didn't come from the wealthiest family and it was starting to become more apparent when she spotted Coach purses on the females and the boys with Abercrombie and Hollister shirts.
In shame, Tracey tucked the tote bag her mother had made for her last year under the table. She choked down her waffle sticks, dreading the sounding of the bell for first period.
12-23-2008
First Day of School. 
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