(Calvin is accepted.)

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Oh, this looks so fun. May I join, and be Libbhy I love playing the popular meen girl.

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Name: Atlanta Grace Age: 15 Appearance: Just imagine her eyes with flecks of green in them. And a lip ring. She usually wears some sort of comical or band tee her black skinny jeans and her Dc Martins oh and her red beanie. Personality: Atlanta is quite closed up. She tends to keep herself to herself and hates people who try to worm into her buisness. She is harsh at first and loves to serve her comment dripping in sarcastic points.You wouldnt like to be on her bad side. If you know her she will be kind and trusting and would do anything to help you. Stereotype: Indie/Loner/Performing arts nerd ! History: She was born in Bath, London, Britain.Her accent still strong. She had a pretty normal life she was a good kid with good grades. it pretty much went downhill when she turned thirteen. Her mum died in a car accident when she was hit by a drunk driver. The driver drove off leaving her mum to die and was never found. Atlanta stayed in London for a while but she was starting to change it picked away at her that she had to pass the same place she saw her mums dead body every day. She was turning cold and reckless. Her dad was full of fresh grief and had enough he sent her away to her uncle in America. She as traveled in and out of schools and this was her last resort. Example post: Atlanta shoved past a few kids in her way not bothering to ask them to move, after all why give them another reason to mock them. They sniggered at her she just rolled her eyes. She opened her locker shoving her leather jacket inside and grabbing her books. She slammed her locker shut then began rummaging through her bag for her I-pod. She could over hear Libby and her boyfriend being lovey dovey as usual she pulled her beanie over her face "God kill me now." She muttered. She fixed herself up "YES!" She screamed with delight finding her I-pod. She felt awkward getting some weird looks of people. She shuffled off giving Libby and her jerk of a boyfriend a glare as they sniggered and coughed out the word freak.

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Gabriella reluctently took her schedule and school map. She placed them in her black messanger bag and head to her first period class- Algebra 2. She sighed as she walked into the class and, of course, the teacher made her introduce herself. 'Hi, I'm Gabriella...Call me Gabby.' She took her seat and took out a black notebook and a purple Sharpie.

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(Feel free to fill out the form for the Libby, chances are you'll be accepted~.)

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(Also, Atlanta is accepted.)

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Kris waltzed into his first period class, Algebra 2, extremely late and looking like he owned the place. Apparently he had ditched the graffiti somewhere. He kicked the desk of one of the Cheerleaders as he walked past, ignoring the teacher, and sat in an empty seat next to Gabriella.

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Gabriella looked at the boy and felt a pang of relief in her gut. She wasn't the only one who didn't want to be here. She played with her black suspender strap and started doodleing her name is graffiti letters on the the front of her notebook.

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Kris tossed a note at Gabriella, which landed on top of her graffiti-letters name. When she looked over, he winked and grinned before turning back to the front of the room. The note read "The kids here are all clones. Glad to see someone not part of the hive mind!"

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She smiled and wrote back: Thought the same thing when I saw you. I especially hate these stupid uniforms. I got in trouble for my 'modifications'....What do you think? Knee highs and suspenders to much?

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