School of Arts ~Newbie "Tutoring" RPG~

[Singergirl509]

Ooc: Alright, I think everyone who wants to join has and if not they can just join in. We are going to start.
Bic:

Liz walked into the school. She looked down at her class schedule. Each class was for two hours and she only had four different classes.

Drama
Dance
Singing
Ceramics

She wanted to take a variety of different classes. She grabbed a map off a nearby table that some staff members had set up and started to locate her classrooms.

[dudettel]

Although it was Noel's second year in school, it was the first year at this special school of arts. Her parents had just moved, and it was the nearest school to their suburban home. She didn't mind going to an art school, it sounded exciting...but she didn't know anyone, and was painfully shy.
She opened up her schedule to see where to go first. There were four classes:

Photography
Dance
Singing
Computer Graphics

She wasn't sure where the Photography building was located, and so headed to a table that had maps for the students to use. There was another girl there, but Noel remained quiet and turned away, studying the map as she walked.

ooc: how was that...?

[Singergirl509]

ooc: That's great.
bic:
Liz smiled at the girl. "First year here?" She asked.

[dudettel]

Noel looked back at the girl.
"Uh..yea." She shifted her weight side to side, unsure of what to do next.
"I j-just moved. Got in town two weeks ago."

[Singergirl509]

"So, how do you like the town so far? Its small but us kids go to the city every weekend."

[dudettel]

"I haven't really had time to look around...we've mostly been unpacking...I saw a really neat bookstore not to far from here. I've been in a couple of times, but thats all. I, uh, like to read." She shrugged, embarrassed at her own lack of conversational skills, while this girl seemed so relaxed and ready for conversation. Noel took a breath and tried again.
"What do you do in the city?"

[Singergirl509]

Liz could tell that she was nervous. "We go to some clubs, hangout at various parks, pretty much whatever we want to. There's some really cool art museums that you would probably enjoy. Yeah, that bookstore is cool. I've been in there so many times that they know me by name and I've got a job there now."

[dudettel]

"Wow, really? I had just started working at a local bookstore back home when we moved. There was a silly age limit to when you could work, and I had to wait until I turned fifteen. Anyway, it was fun." Noel looked down at her schedule. "So, do they teach us regular school stuff inside these four classes? Like, math, science, english type stuff? This art thing is really cool, but I really enjoy the other subjects as well."

[CupcakesRock]

Name: Brooke Rivera
Age (please make it 14-16): 16
Appearance (use photobucket):
Personality: Rude, has her own posse; thus never welcoming new friends. Would be considered a 'bully.'
Weaknesses (Must have three min.): Rude, has a 'sailors mouth', anger problems, feeling get hurt easily - when an unwanted topic is brought up.
Strengths (No more than three): Strong, can be nice sometimes, actually is a nice person beneath all that rudeness.
Other: Nothing for now...

Bic:
Brooke looked over her shoulder as she saw the newcomers walking by. She punched her friend, Ethan in the shoulder. "Ow, what was that for?" he said rubbing his shoulder. "Fresh meat..." she said giving Ethan a wicked smile.

Brooke pulled out her already crumbled schedule and checked what was her first class. "Crap, I have Calligraphy with Grekee this year," Brooke said looking over Ethan's shoulder, to see his schedule.

As her and Ethan walked down the long, not-that-crowded halls, she accidentally had bumped into the two girls talking on the side...

[lilmissdrama]

Early that morning Elouise sat in her car along with her mother and father. Most people would call her Ella for short and she seemed to be okay with that.
"Alright, we're almost there," her father said interrupting her train of thought.
"'Kay," she almost whispered. She had always been soft spoken which had always rather annoyed her teachers when she would have to get up and do a speech. The car wheeled about and finally came to stop in front of the school.
"Have a good day sweetie," her mother said as she turned around in her seat to offer a kind smile.
"Love ya' mom," she gave a small smile of her own in return.
"We'll be back to pick you up after school, but stay near the front of the school.." he paused for a moment to think about what he was going to say next but had obviously changed his mind because he didn't say anything after that.
"Love ya' dad," she leaned up from the backseat and gave them both a hug and a kiss before grabbing her backpack and purse. She opened the door and gave them one last smile before she walked out towards the school's front doors. There were groups of kids here and there scattered about the front of the school. Some looked to be about her age, others seemed to be a tad bit older. She felt awkward and out of place as she stood stock still on the sidewalk of the school. Finally, she forced herself to move to a bench that was vacant and away from of most of the people. She walked to the bench using her extra books that wouldn't fit in her backpack like a shield. She sat down on the bench and set her things on the ground. She gave out a sigh and finding nothing better to do pulled out one of her favorite books.