(Shy, Deaf Female (My character) x Popular/Outgoing/Confident female.

Plot wise, I don't have an awful lot of detail. I just figured it could focus on Y/C and mine ending up in a relationship together, though this WILL be built up to..

With the starter I've used, I'd like Y/C to be the one who defends and comforts Emmy, or stands up for her. It's your choice if they reveal their sexuality there and then, to stand besides Emmy, or if she tells Emmy in secret, to reassure her she's not alone.

It's your choice if they go to prom together, and if they go as friends, or as a couple.)

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Emmy Sweeney
Age: 18

Nationality: Irish. Hometown is Belfast.

Esmeralda Sweeney is a sweet and kind natured young girl, whom was born in Ireland to a single mother, whom was only fifteen years old when she gave birth to her daughter, giving her up for care almost straight away.

After a year or so, the then un-named child was adopted by a young couple, Jack and Emily Sweeney, whom named her "Esmeralda" for both the country in which they resided, (Ireland/ "The Emerald Isles") and her soft, green eyes.

When Emmy was 5 years of age, the family moved to the USA, moving into a small town in the southern states, where they have lived for the last 13 or so years. Growing up in this town proved to be very tough for Emmy at times, with the town seeming to have "Old-time" values, and not seeming to like the idea of something "different" there.

The primary reason she tended to find life in the town difficult as she grew older was simply down to the fact that she liked her own gender. Something it seemed, much to her dismay, that a lot of the small town was incapable of accepting. (At least, on face value. For all she knew, a majority could have been more accepting, just hiding this to be accepted.)
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Emmy ran a hand through her soft, brown hair, glancing around the classroom, before returning her attention back to the empty sketchbook open before her. It seemed she just had no commitment to anything today. It was rare for the young woman to not have an idea for a sketch, or some other form of artwork.

In fact, the opposite was usually the case. She normally had too many ideas and plans for pieces of art, and would have to limit herself to just one or two idea, to ensure she would complete them in time for assignments.

The simple fact of the matter was that Emmy had other things playing on her mind. A tiny factor to her not being focused was the fact that prom was so near, one of the last big school-based events for her class. She couldn't quite understand why her school held it in January, so soon after Christmas. (A winter ball would make so much more sense, she felt.) And she.. well, she didn't have anyone to go with. And that's simply all she wanted.

But.. what were the chances of that? She was out about her sexuality, although this hadn't been intended. So, she knew she'd not be asked by any guys (Even if she was, she'd not know how to cope with the situation, as she didn't like rejecting people.) The primary reason she was so.. unfocused? Well..

Shaking her head, the brunette rested her head on her arms, crossed on the desk. She just felt utterly miserable, and wanted to go home and cry. The day had been awful, and Emmy felt.. well, hurt, broken.. distraught that her "best friend" had turned on her, began to bully and belittle her, had opted to tell everyone that Emmy like her own gender, despite "promising to keep it secret."

She could see her "friend" talking about her loudly, making cruel, snide comments which wouldn't have been out of place in some sort of drama, making the situation seem played up for the camera. It hurt, as though she could not hear, Emmy could read and make out every damn word. But.. this was reality for Emmy, a few tears sliding down her cheek, and dripping onto the desk below, shoulders trembling a tad as she quietly sobbed into her arms.