Only post her if you're me or Sara (NotTheNextAnyone). Thank you! c:

I'm making a girl and a guy, so yeah c:
We know the plot, so CHARACTERS YAY

Richard Jett South.

Richard is very annoying. Like, extremely annoying. To the point where you want to punch him in the face. He's always making terrible jokes, his accent is just irritating, and he's the 'one who thinks everyone is in love with them'. Even though they really, really aren't. He goes after, literally, any girl, and his flirting skills are feared everywhere. Sometimes, though, he actually is quite funny, and he'll stick up for people he likes.
He was sent here by his parents after he sort of accidentally started a fire in the science room of his old school. He blames his sleeve.
This and the other form are works in progress, I'm really tired.

Viola Green.

Viola is very much 'the quirky one'. She comes out with the most weirdest of statements at very wrong moments, and she'll sit in assembly making everyone near her laugh by sticking her tongue out and crossing her eyes. She's very loud, especially about her opinions. If you disagree with her, God help you. She can debate for hours on end. Her most prized possession is a record player that she keeps in her dorm room, and old Beatles songs can be heard playing quietly almost all the time. She loves photography. Her parents move around a lot, and she got sick of it, moving to a place, making friends, just to move on again. The only sensible option seemed to be boarding school, and she didn't object.

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(Is it  okay if I post my forms tomorrow?)

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(Yeah, that's fine, I need to go anyway.)

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<center> Reid Donalds

Reid is a music obsessed troublemaker that is paired with a sarcastic attitude. Her surreptitious ways and astute mind make it easy for her usual pranks around town to be successful. She has also built up this tough exterior around her in order to not be stepped on, but on the inside is a very vulnerable girl. She is also is very adventurous, and isn't afraid to do anything. Her adventurous ways causes her to have many misjudgments, thus getting her into some big problems. Although she seems as though she isn't compassionate enough to help others, she is able to give advice while showing some compassion.
She was a big troublemaker at all of her old schools, and her parents hoped that boarding school would fix her.

Ian Ross

Ian is a sarcastic guy with a tough and rugged exterior. He acts as though a fighter plane could not penetrate him. He loves to argue with people about everything anytime anywhere. Inside though, he is a caring, sensitive guy. He truthfully cares for his friends and family, and loves to give advice to them. Along with these things, he also has a passion for reading and writing. He dreams to one day write a best-selling novel of his own. He does have some issues though. He has anger problems that he believes he has under control. Still, he is very irritable, and will snap when you tick him off. 
His parents passed away, and in order to get away from his crazy family members he decided to go to boarding school.</center>

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((Where should we start and who do you want to start? c: ))

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(I guess the first day, and could you?) 

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((Okay C: ))

Richard sighed and leaned back into the headrest of the passenger seat. His mum was going on about school and grades and how he really should try not to set fire to things this year, and he nodded as they pulled up at the gates. "Aye, aye, yup, I know. See you at end of term, love you." He said, kissing her on the cheek and jumping out of the car, dragging his suitcase from the boot and waving as his mum drove off. He started walking up the pathway to the big school, grinning at everyone.

Viola was already halfway up the drive to the school, having said goodbye very quickly and excitedly to her parents. She was practically jumping up and down on the spot, having to pull her purple beanie down to stop it from falling off. "HELLO!" She shouted at everyone happily, and most of them responded, though some gave her weird looks. She pulled her suitcase up the steps to the school, walking into the bustling foyer.

(Bad first post is bad, sorry. D; )

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Reid groaned as her mother pulled her in for another hug. She understood that she would be gone for a while, but did the woman really need to suck all the human life out of her? Once her mother pulled away, Reid gave one final wave, and walked through the doors. Finally, she was away from them. For one whole term. She kept herself composed, but could not help but bear a goofy grin on her face. 

Ian was sitting in his dorm already, eager to get away from his crazy grandparents. He looked through the room. It was nicer than where he had lived three months ago. He took a picture frame out of his bag, and placed it on the table. The contents of the frame was a picture of him and his parents from a while ago. God did he miss them. It had been seven months since he had lost them, and the pain was still fresh in his mind. He shrugged it off, New start Ian. Time for change.

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"Comin' through, move it, dude, don't make me punch you." Richard shouted at people in general as he forced his way to the office. "Richard South." He said, acting bored and picking at a loose nail as the secretary delved into the mountain work of paper in the metal drawers beside her. "Richard South, did you say?" She asked.
"Are you deaf? Yes." Richard rolled his eyes, and the secretary pursed her lips, pushing a stapled  folder of information towards him. "Thanks." He said, snatching the paper and flicking through it, finding his dorm number. He pushed his way through the crowd and found himself at the stairs, taking them two at a time.

Viola was wandering through the crowd in a sort of happy daze, smiling at everyone and eventually finding somewhere to sit and take out her papers. She was paired up with someone called Reid- how did you pronounce that anyway? Red?- and she was in room 115. "Right, let's go, Vi." She told herself, using the wall to push herself to her feet and beginning to walk towards the stairs, being shoved by a group of rowdy friends more than once. She adjusted her bag straps on her arm and began walking upstairs, singing under her breath.

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