Soaper wanted! >:3
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Thread Topic: Soaper wanted! >:3
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Gotcha. :3 charrie time?
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How do I do those again?
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Name:
Age:
Looks:
Personality:
Extra Info:
Aye! -
What age are we in this ?16-17
Danny
Shy,green eyes that change color Brown hair -
17? (:
Change color? :0 Like how...
Name: Ryan Winters
Age: 17
Looks: He has fluffy black hair that rests just above his eyes, electric blue eyes that just seem...mesmerizing, and creamy apricot skin.
Personality: He's quite out-going, happy, and a bit cocky. He doesn't enjoy idiots and bullies.
Extra Info: He hates it when others are hurt. He bas a soft spot for sad people. -
Yes
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Not it.
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I do t no how to start
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Okay. XP
I laughed with my friends as we strolled into school, chatting about the previous night. We'd won our first game of the football season, and were high off of happiness and joy. Kicking off to first, a glorious occasion! -
I wake up out my bed. Oh s---! I'm late again I say as I get dressed. I look at the door and I hear my b------ father coming up the stairs case.
Oh s---. Maybe I can escape out the window.. -
I grinned as I pulled my books from my locker and looked to see my second home: School. Where my brothers known as the football team saw me nearly everyday. Where my heart belonged, on the field. Where the girls surrounded me in giggles and adoration. How it all felt like a dream. Snapping out of my thoughts, I winked at a neaby groupie, who blushed.
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I open the window right as he walks in
Drunk. "Yer trying to escape again?" He asked
N-no sir"I said he hit he hard dont f---ing lie to me!
I'm not! *he hits me again and again and before walking out spits on me stating I'm not the son he wanted.
I weakly get my backpack and go to the window
I fall and land in a not so fun position
"Damn it." I. Try to shake it off and head to the school
In the distance I hear the bell.
Thank god it's free period.
I arrive at the school and sit under a cherry tree And think about my life. -
For free period, I decided to go outside, since none of my friends had that period with me. I ran a hand through my hair, taking in the surroundings of the retreating summer. Leaves were gradually beginning to change colors, the air was becoming crisper, and you just got that welcoming feeling. I smiled, looking around.
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I put my head in my knees and start to sob quietly
"im sick of this " I think. -
I heard a distinct sound.
Crying.
Being the softy I am, I attempted desperately to locate the sobs origin. It took a while, but I finally found the location. There sat a boy, his head in his knees, the whimpers escaping. I gently walked to him and sat by his side..
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