)
AH! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry! I haven't been able to attack the computer since I wrote mine. Okay since I just read 2 whole pages of posts could we please do a re-cap? Could everyone post their characters names that they are doing? And should we do this in some sort of order so that way it rotates evenly?
Okay so my character is Lynn. She has short hair, that she usually spikes and is very artsy. She likes getting piercings (nothing disgusting she just has lots of earrings) She likes expensive clothing but she likes ruining them at the same time. She's messy and disorderly and doesn't always make the best of choices. There's been a few flirtations with alcohol and weed but she hasn't stuck to them, mainly because her father was an alcoholic among other things and she doesn't want to be like him. Her parents are divorced and she has a 2 year old little sister names Rae.
I figured this would help make each character more clear, so it doesn't get so confusing. A little background on each would be muy bueno for my brain. 
Name: Bianca Quartz
Age:17
Family: Has two borthers one 19 the other 13 and one sister who is 15 Has a mother who has never gotten along with, never saw her farther he vanshed when she was very young
Profile: is short and petite around 5 ft 1 has jet black chin length bob cut with dark red streaks , her trademaek is her hair her finge come across the right side of her eye covering most of her right eye, has hazel light eyes and a dimple on her left cheek, wears a necklace consisting of a fallen faerie around her neck, reasons for it unknown
other: Bianca is someone who has alwas been a loner. she looks small and vaunrable from far, but noone has actually gotten to know her to know shes far from those things, has had nightmares from a very young age, at school shes the little pretty thing that people once tried approching but have now given up on, shes disorganised her rooms alwasy a mes, she leaves things last min but no one really knows the reason behined all this, shes disorganised and meessy becuase it makes her fel in control becuase in her nightmares she never is. has never crushed on anyone and dosnt ever plan on doing so.thinks love is for soppy loosers who cant face the reality of life, that life is cruel and love will only bring you down, is harsh but very honest dosnt belive in friends becuase they make you feel, Bianca dosnt like to feel, she isolates herself from her family, apart from her younger sister Mayleen who although is taller than Bianca she looks up to her greatly she is the one person at times she lets in. dresses in skinny jeans and her well known baggy hoodies
OMFG!! twice now i have tried posting and before i can finish or post it ,it freakin deltes it all man i am anoyed!!!! ok so im going to have to write it part by part so i can post bits here and there before it deltes it again takes deep breath
I headed for the bathroom to see the worst, and was relieved to find my hair wasnt a complete disaster, and decided to comb through it in hope of taming it abit only it reulted with an incease of frizzyness "**bleep**" i snapped throwing the brush to the side, after a quick showe i shrug on some skinny jeans with my well known hoddie that has a rep for causing disasters in class, i grin fondly thinking back to the first day i wore it to school , a girl who sat infrount of me, was drinking a can of coke in class as the teacher turned away she turned around to talk to a friend and read what was infrount of my hoodie and SPLASH she spurted up all the coke at he guy next to her who everyone knows shes been crushing on forever i laughed so hard i thought my insides were going to burst, shes hated me ever since, but i have only fond thoughst when i think of her i think to myself , knowing my grin is getting larger and lagter by the sec so much so i can feel my cheeks starting to hurt
special you might ask? i came across it just as i was walking past a shop and it was the words that caught my eye
"I am the nightmare you cant forsee or even begin to imagine, when the clock strikes 12 i come prepared, once you start to believe in me... youll never be free of me"
It was like the words said what i could never speak out load,.. the words spoke to me.. and i knew i was going to buy it, weve been inseprable ever since.
I head downstairs and catch sight of my older 19 year old brother Blyke helping my 13 year old brother Dan with his backpack, Mayleen walks across the room we both happen to roll our eyes at he same, tme and share knowing smirks, where such opposites for one shes taller then me, she has this long gorgeous brunette hair that comes down to her waist, and unlike me she has curves shes all about her skirts and cute tops... she loksup to meistill dont know why though, shes popular and beautiful shes everything i wished i could be ar her age, now i dont even know who i am anymore, i feel sometimes, but most of the times feeling jsut sems like a far away memory that sitn even tangible anymore.
"Hey mayeleen mums not feeling well,.walk Dan to school ok" says blyke playing dad
"yeh sure" replies Mayleen dragging Dan out with her with more force than nessasary
Then its jsut the two of us, he stands agaisnt the counter in all his mightyness, and i have to look away, the scilence deepens as i take a sip of my tea, holding it tight against me almost as a barrier, he has these cool green eeys and the cheeckbones out from nowhere, hes good looking and he knows it, he has a different girl over practically every 2 weeks, it makes me sick, b
It started last year it was his last year o school, he was adored among the girls and respected amongst the boys, the was the leader of a well known gang, he had regular rough up with other gang members, i was so busy stuck in my own self pity back then to realise what was going on, until i had no xhoice but to see it
These popular girls approched me one day, and practically begged me to introduce them to my brother
ok i was supposed to edit it and correct things here and there but to my annoyance it wrnt let me edit it!!! so im just going to have to carry on in this post here goes
Back then i was this looser it makes me angry even to think about it, they were popular i wanted them to like me, and so we found him alright only now i wish i never had, he was walking towards this guy who was around his age, only thing was? this guy wasnt asking for it, his were eyes cast down drained of all confidence trying to blend in the crowd trying to dissapear.. that guy was me, my brother showed no mercy,
everyone chanted his names as he continued to lay it into the guy, even when he was down on the floor even though he had not even tried to fight back once, even though he never asked for it, my brother still gave him that one kick in the head, and i saw it this big silly **bleep**in grin on his face, as he walked past his mates who gave him the "good one bro" only then he noticed me and his eyes went hard, i saw the guilt but then it was gone, i stood there for a minute and really looked at him, he was one of those people that i looked out for on a daily basis he was the kind of person i hated, and somewhere along the line, i did.. i started hating him... we dont talk anymore... the odd nod here and there is all that we share, we have unfinshed business i know that maybe someday will even talk about it.. maybe
i sit up and walk to the door, but not before taking a quick look back hes stil just standing there, and then his phone rings.. i dont have to ask to know who it is, Sandy what a name huh? the latest addition to his list, im guessing shell be here pretty soon, i try to hide the disgusted look but the sharp look on his face tells me he knows i know, and i take the moment to close the door behined me, i lean against the door, and start to walk.. the bus i cant stand, all those people looking at you, besides i always sit alone, i much prefer walking alone instead, i get a lovely sense of calmness and peace, especially when i take the path through the woods, its alwasy so full of life, i think with a smile, Bianca quartz is into nature who would ever guess huh? to most im this strange freak, that peeople just cant understand, what they cant understand scares them, what scarees them they set out to destroy.. im not stupid i know one day the day wil come when theyl all gang up and break me down but for now i just like to take things as they come..
i reach the woods, and i feel my whole body lighten and this happiness and ease reach me, shoving my hands into my coat pocket, i take my time, school can wait what i feel when im here i would love jsut to be able to freeze and feel it for eternity, my world when im here dosnt seem to be full of nightmares or darknes when im here, it feels full of light, love and hope, it feels like a world i could get used to,
but then i ste out of the woods and im back to reality,... theschool gates ahead as i walk through
i pace my way in quickly in hope f not catching any attention, english, secretly my fav, my teacher mr Tanner is most likely the coolest/hottest man you will ever come across, i might not be into tat thing but you dont have to be anti social to know that Mr tanner is one attractive man, Hes tall 6 ft 2 im guessing, he has these wounderfull ocean blue eyes, and the dazeing smile, and this messy blond hair which is soo adorable hes around his mid twenties, and a total gentleman, yes a day in Mr Tanners class is a day i actaully lok frwardto not to mention hes theonly person/ teacher who seems to know i even exist
i take my seat and take out my anthology
"ok class once youve all taken out your antholgys just like Bianca here we can begin" all the glares from all the Mr Tanner adorers head my way at once
"jsut great i mumble another reason to hate me"
"will be studying Limbo today ok lets make notes" he says and everyone gets that concetration look on there face when realy all there concetrating on is Mr Tanners face i realise with a grin
"something funny Bianca" says Mr Tanner with a amused smile
"oh nothing sir" but the silly grin only get biggers, i put my head on the desk to wait for myself to cool down i can feel all the pisssed of penatrating gares at the back of my head
Mr tanner goes around in clas to comapre notes and finally reaches to me
"how you doing Bianca" he askes
"fine sir" i say arkwardly
"you seem quite happy today than your rarther moody self, good news?" he asks
wow did he just call me moody like as in all the time?.... how wounderfull....
"nope just loving this poem sir" i say supressing a smirk
"right,,, and i love the smurfs" he says with boyish grin, and i can practically hear the girl next to me growl
As soon as the lesson is over i rush out and shove all my books into my locker in hope of finding a desrted spot for myself where i can peacefully eat my sandwich, i should have known i was hoping for to much, just as i turn around i come face to face with Kamen.is one of those gorgeous guys that will immediatly stand out from a crowd, he has dark hair thats set into perfect spikes , hes tall into his sport cocky to make things worse actually very intelligent, only very arogant, i guess he has reason to be hes practically slept with every girl in my chemistry class.. talk about Chemitry huh? downside... hes hated me ever since he layed eys on me in 7th grade, its come to the point where ive had to have fights with these random girls and ive found hes set it up, once i came out of class, and got egg, and foul stuff thrown on me last year, it stank so bad i couldnt breath.. i held back the tears all the way until i got home, i later found he had planed it ever since that happend i told myself i would change, now i give this i dont give a **bleep** vibe, and it works at imes, only not with Kamen
his face is inches from mine.. and it looks like he is not having a good day
"hows it going bitch?" he asks with a coy smile
"you tell me you **bleep**ed up **bleep**" i snap back and try and push him away normally hell just say something sly and walk away but today he grabs hold of my arm and pushes me back into my locker
"what the hell are you doing Kamen **bleep** of im not in the mood for this **bleep** today" i say trying to break free
"well maybe i am" he reples as his grip tighten i gasp at the sudden spark of pain, and he instantly lets go
"**bleep** Bianca... i didnt mean it, fuk listen" he says through grited teeth
"dont ever come near me again" and out of nowhere he makes a grab for me again but i see it comming this time and make a run for it, and hold back the tears and anger until ive finally made it back into my sanctuary the woods
"how dare he.. why do people think i feel nothin.. that...i am nothing he had no right" i keep telling myself but what does it matter tmrw the same thing will happen again... and again and again... becase i dont matter just like that boy never mattered to my brother.. i am noone therefore, its okay to break me.. its ok to hurt me and throw me aside when im of no use.. anger turns into bitterness as i lean against a tree, and rest my head on my knees.. and let nature soothe me
like i said before there is no romance anytime soon Kamen isnt a romantic option well not yet anyway if he will be it wil be later, when we decide as a group to bring the romance in he s basically what we call an
ass 
hope u peeps like it
My day didn't improve much as my day progressed. There was a pop quiz in American History that I was pretty sure I bombed. Mom would not be happy. Lunch was typical. Nobody remembered my birthday. Not one of my friends remembered. I was feeling like utter crap when my last class of the day rolled around. I gratefully collapsed onto my stool in front of my easel. Art could always take my mind off my troubles. I reached for my charcoal pencils when Mrs. Rollen suddenly stepped into the middle of the room. All of our attention immediately went to her short squat figure.
"Class, today you will all be sketching from nature instead of a still life," she said adjusting her horn rimmed glasses. Mrs. Rollen was the picture of an eccentric aunt. Her arms were lined with turquise bracelets and she wore hand woven clothing. All of it being "eco-friendly" and made of recycled material. I suspected some of her shirts were cotton though, and I highly doubted Armani boots were all that eco-friendly to the animals.
The class moaned as they gathered up their sketchbooks and supplies. I draped my headphones around my neck tucked a pencil behind my ear. I didn't mind sketching outside. I found it peaceful, and right now I definitely needed calm environment. It was a quick walk to the copse of trees that surrounded our school. Everyone else quickly plopped down on the grass and started sketching the trees. I scowled. Trees weren't a challenge. I stubbornly set off deeper into the trees in search for a good scene to draw.
I stuffed my earbuds in and turned my volume as high as it could on my iPod. I was soon singing along to the lyrics of Does It Offend You, Yeah? nodding my head along to the beat. I stumbled across a small creak, almost twisting my ankle with the sudden drop. I quickly recovered myself and sat on the edge of the bank. The water fell in a smooth rivulet and rippled slightly as it carried leaves down the stream. The leaves were brilliant colors of fire and stood out strongly against the blackness of the water. I grabbed my pencil from behind my ear and started drawing.
I looked deeply at the leaves on the water, trying to capture every detail. As I stared at the leaves I swore I saw a streak of smoke. I paused and looked closer. There's no way I just saw smoke, I thought. The leaf was on water for goodness sake. I went back to sketching. I glanced back up and there it was again! I slammed down my pencil and leaned closer to the water. I had to be seeing something, leaves just didn't appear like they were burning. I stretched my arm over the water, trying to touch a leaf. The smoke seamed to grow thicker as my reach grew closer. My outstretched fingers grazed the tip of the leaf and suddenly my world was consumed by fire. The oppressive heat blistered my skin. I gasped in pain as I felt the flesh of my hands sliding off my bones. The stench of burning flesh and hair surrounded me. I couldn't just smell it, it was inside me, burning my lungs. I collapsed in a fit of coughing. Thick smoke burned my eyes as I tried to make out my surroundings. Was this hell? This was worse than any preconcieved notion of hell my mother preached at me. This was worse than I could have ever imagined. Everywhere around me people were burning piles of flesh, they're skulls frozen in screams of agony. I wanted nothing more than to die, to stop feeling this pain. It was then that I saw the others. They were just like me, experience hell but not able to die. I locked eyes with a girl who looked my age. Her tears evaporated before they could fall down her cheeks. Her eyes pleaded with me, asking me to somehow stop her pain. I wished more than anything to end her misery, to end mine, but I was powerless. The world continued to burn in flame around us.
I screamed in despair, convulsing in sobs. I felt hands shaking my shoulders. I tried to shake them off but their grip was firm. Sound suddenly rushed back to me. "Lynn! Lynn! It's ok honey! What's wrong?!" My eyes snapped open and saw Mrs. Rollens frightened eyes staring back at me. I looked around saw everyone in my class looking at me in horror. I was still in the woods, by the school, with my class. The world wasn't burning. I wasn't dying a slow death. Tears ran down my face anew, this time they were tears of joy. It had just been a hallucination. It wasn't real. Couldn't be real.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Rollen. I'm not feeling well," I said wiping my tears away. She tucked stray strands of hair behind my ears. "Go inside to the nurse dear," she said full of compassion. She helped me to stand, and something fell off my lap. I reached down to get my sketbook and froze. There burning holes into my eyes was a perfect rendition of the world going to hell. The faces of the other people who were there with me drawn to perfection. The flames looked so real it was like they would leap off the page and consume the very woods.
"Oh God," I whispered before I blacked out.
(Hope you liked it! I got REALLY into that )
