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(I know you wanted to get involved more but this is a bit extreme...)
The sound of someone next to Harper shook him from his thoughts. He turned to Lorenzo blinking twice to get his eyes back in focus. How long was he standing at his locker? Harper wore a blank expression as he looked Lorenzo up and down. "Judging by the fact that you can't seem to find your locker I'm assuming you are new to the country, the school or both. If so welcome to hell." Harper sighed. "Listen, I hope you are not planning to start any crap. Don't take offense, but you look like the one to cause trouble, and within the first few seconds of knowing you I've already determined you are a complete ass. Trust me the people in this school will tear you to shreds. Not physically, but socially, it hurts a lot more than a beat down. " Harper smiled a bit remembering that Lorenzo spoke Italian. "You're not the only one who speaks Italian. Godetevi la vostra giornata." Without waiting for a response he shut his locker and headed for his first period making sure to bump shoulders with Lorenzo as he passed. This guy looked like competition and he wanted to make sure he stayed a nobody. It was time to ask a favor from the gossip queen.
Harper switched the ignition off and the low hum from his Porsche 918 Spyder's engine halted. For a rather small car it gave off a powerful sound. Harper reached for his single strapped bookbag as he exitted the car. He didn't bother putting the bag on, while he strolled to the front door with other students who began to arrive as he did. A few teachers were among the crowd, heels and dress shoes clicking loudly on the pavement. Harper made his way to his first period class, skipping breakfast when he caught a glimps of Cheryl. The last thing Harper needed was to be harrassed by the mini paparazi about his recent break-up with one of the school's most sought after girls. It didn't end well either, Harper did do some things he was not proud of. Cheatting being one of them. He strolled over to his locker, dialing in his combo.
Okay IC's is open. I was gonna come up with some elaborate plot where everyone has problem with eachother but I'm fresh out of ideas now and just finished moving all day (and we are still not done)X ). But if the RP gets a little dry I will put all of my creative power together to make the plot a little more intersting. But for now I'm pooped. I'll be up for a little longer before I pass out from exhastion to answer questions or post to the IC etc.
Harper looked at the city below him on the balcony. Even at the crack of dawn the city swarmmed with life. The penthouse suite at the top floor in which Harper resides has one of the best views in Eden. the lights from cars below resemble fireflys fluttering about on the streets. Small buildings and skyscrappers alike are riddled around the city. The sun has just started to peak above the skyline, illuminating the sky a burnt orange color. Harper has never realized it, but he is a sucker for great scenery. He tore his gaze away from the city and looked down when he heard the light shuffling of houseshoes on the floor behind him. Harper knew immediatly it was his mother and spoke soflty as if he wanted no one else to hear, "Why do you think dad hates us so much?" Harper felt like a child asking the question but it was tearing at his mind constantly and everyday. His mothers face materialized out of the corner of his eye, she was out of focus but he could tell by the way she slowly walked that she was exhasted. She leaned on the arm of the chair he sat on. "Money is basically a drug. We can't live without it and when we have all of it taken away some of us tend to," She stopped as if she was searching for the right words to say, but the sound of Haprer's father clearing his thoat proved otherwise. Harper turning to his back. His father was day drinking again. He didn't say anything at all, just an angry yet pained look marked his face. He walked away taking a swig from his flask and letting a disgusting belch escape his mouth. "You should get going to school." Harper's mom said walking off after his father.
Accepted! If I can find my wirless keyboard I can finish the IC my pc is packed away and I'm using a PS4 -____-
Oh, I didn't even notice that. Yes can you? After that I'm not accepting anymore.
okay no problem.
Accepted.
Kitty said
Name: Emma LeeAge: 17Bio: Emma moved from London to America when her music career took off at a young age of 15. She was a prodigy as some call her, able to play any instrument with time given to try it out and already talented at singing, playing guitar and playing the piano. Unfortunately for her she had her insecurities due to things dealing with her family. She lives in the rich area of living due to the amount of money her mom secretly gives her(she has a good relationship with her mother unlike her father), and the insane amount she made when she was a popular musician/celebrity in LAOccupation: Student/ Occasional Youtuber(not very popular)Flaw: She is extremely insecure and because of it has become a very shy girl who only wants to blend in with the crowd thus the reason she changed her name to a very simple name.Perfection (Good personality traits): Emma is extremely sweet and caring, she tends to always be out in the community volunteering and helping others. She would do anything to help a friend, that is if she had any. She is also extremely empathetic and seems to always know what others truly feel due to knowing such an array of knowledge of the different emotions and how to hide it since she has experienced them and done the same thing to hide them.
Of course.
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