[Form] Name: Ashlee Greene Age: 17 Looks: Personality: Ashlee is very shy and quiet, usually trying to keep out of the drama that she gets sucked into. She can sometimes be very unkind to people that offend her or hurt her feelings, but she's not at all emotional. Ashlee is kind to the people that she has met and sometimes the ones that she admires.  Bio: Ashlee has just moved to America from England. Her parents got a job request in America and they have found a new home that they have started getting used to. Ashlee is new to school just today. Other: Ashlee made herself a home in a caravan in her parents backyard. My roof, my rules.

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(Great! Nice character!)

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Ashlee parked her red scooter in one of the special motorbike parking spots and jumped off stuffing her keys into the glove box, the one she locked afterwards. She wore a key around her neck that was used for the glove box. "Wow," Ashlee huffed. "First day blues." she sighed, walking into the large building carrying a bag full with books, lunch and other small things. Ashlee found her locker right next to the art room and stuffed her bag inside.

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(brb i gtg)

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"This place is so big . . . and dirty . . . and crowded . . . but, if it makes me more like a normal teenage girl, I'll take all of it!" She strode confidently onto the front steps, people staring at her along the way.

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Ashlee huffed leaning against her locker. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a scrunched piece of paper, which she unfolded and read over and over again, trying to remember her schedule. "Okay, so science is first. Or was it maths.. or history?" Ashlee sighed and straightened up her back, walking to science.

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Name: Flora Age: 17 Looks: Getting Personality: You'll see Other: None

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Rima jumped out of her car, and waved goodbye to her friends. They went to another school. She skipped into the school, carrying two bags. One was a backpack and the other was a shoulder bag. She found her locker, close to the music room, and put her things inside.

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Zebina found her locker. The dirtiest, most disgusting locker in the school. Any other rich girl would've screamed and demanded another one. But Zebina just opened it and started to decorate with a cheery smile on her beautiful face.

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Zebina knew that she was sent to this public school for a reason, she just didn't know what it was. She had gotten As and Bs at her old school. She had vied for extra credit at any chance. She even stayed for extra help EVERY DAY. She just didn't have any idea why she was Here and not There.

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