Soap Opera
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Thread Topic: Soap Opera
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name: Cat
Eyes: misty gray
hair: layers- black on bottom red on top
age:13
wears: black skinny jeans, black headband that turns into boomerang, gray tee, gray aero hoodie, black converse hightops
lets start off at school and go from there. -
Name:Nymph
Age:15
Looks like:
Other:Gypsy -
so... yhu wanna start?
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Sure
I sat on one of the wagons in my caravan. We were moving out soon, and everyone was busy with something. -
I sat at my desk, watching others pile in. It was only 1st period, but if you're late you get a detention. It was winter time, and after taking off my boots I imediately grab my shoes and run to English. As I finished putting on my shoes, a girl with long red hair and blue eyes walked in. Boys stopped doing homework that was from last night.
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I sighed, and started off to school. This was my last week here before we moved, and I was determined to make the most of it.
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(are yhu supposed to be at my skool? cuz the girl i was describing was you. so are you about to leave this skool?)
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(Yes, my character is a gypsy and therefore moves when the colld weather settles in.)
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(Ok.)
Nymph was my only friend at this school. To most, I was an emo rag sent to make preps coward in fear. The jocks even take second looks to see who there about to whistle at. All emo girls were hot to the meatballs, but Nymph got a whole lot of attention, though she never acknowledged it. -
I walked over to Cat, and smiled. "Hey, how're you today?" I asked, taking my normal seat beside her.
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"Fine," I said in my usual quiet voice, "You?" My head looked down at my paper really still. If I mess up on anything in my homework, Mother would beat my ass. I squinted down at my sheet. Dyslexia was fooling me into things, but the Madison Center taught me how to learn to 'dyslex' the Dyslexia.
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"Good, despite the cold weather." I replied, taking out my homework.
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"My mom said I could come with you," I said. I've been begging to go with Nymph when the winter came ever since 1st grade. (FLASHBACK TIME!) Sitting at my first desk ever in my Kindergarden classroom, a girl sat down next to me. "Hi, I'm Nymph. Who are you?" she said in a bit of a high pitched voice. "Cat," I said. "That's a nice name. I like your shirt. Black looks really nice on you," Nymph said. I loked up from my 'ABC's' worksheet. "Thank you. I like your shoes. Those flats really flatter your whole ansemble. Do you happen to be a... umm... Gypsy? Is that the word for it?" I asked. This is the first person I've had a nice conversation with and never had the urge to give them a good knuclesandwich.
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"Really? That's great!" I said, smiling from ear to ear. (Flashback) "Yep, my caravan and I always come here when winter comes to my other home." I replied to Cat. She was a nice girl, and the first real friend I'd had in a while.
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(main story) The principal came in the room. "Cat," he said, "Your mother is here. Grab your things," I looked at Nymph. She had a real worried look on her face. The only time my mother comes to pick me up is only when she's thought of a great new torturment. "She can't!" Nymph yelled. I was standing inches from my desk. "Oh, yeah? Why is that?" he asked. "Be... because! My mother is coming to pick us up to go to the Bahamas in an hour. We're vacationing together!" Nymph protested. "Really?" I said. "Really?" he asked.
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