Middle School Romance [OPEN!!!!]

( Everyone's characters are amazing. I love them all )

(Same, I can't wait!)

(gtg)

(oke seeya later)

( Are we going to ship people or just figure it out as we go? )

( Can I join?)

(Idk, but i think we should figure it out and then we could all be friends yay)

( Can I join?)

( I think you can join. @TheOne said that all are welcome to join )

(Idk, but i think we should figure it out and then we could all be friends yay)

( Frens! But, who wants to be with Toby my smol bean)

(hehe)

( Anyone on? )

(on and off)

(^^^)

I'd love to join! Do you need any more guys?

( You can be a boy or girl, whatever you'd like. I'm pretty sure we have an even amount. But, you can also check with @TheOne )

//Griffith my undetailed smol bean <3

(Smol bean. u-u)

Name:Raven Carter
Gender:Female
Grade:7th
Looks:Ocean blue eyes with golden flecks, black hair, pale skin, freckles over cheeks and nose, and has a double-sided piercing on her left ear.
Personality:Seems like a cold and unapproachable person, but after you meet her she's a really nice, and sarcastic person.
Other: She hates children, (yes she knows she's a child), loves to read, and she hates a lot of people for no reason.

(Okay, you guys can start! More people can join at any time tho :P)

( Ok, thanks for the heads up!)

(Awesome! )

Toby stood around his friends, running a hand through his messy blond hair as he looked around. Everyone was already in their groups. Populars. Artists. . . singers. He looked over at the kids holding guitars and sheets of music. God, I wish I could be there. . .

His friend's voice broke through his thoughts. "Hey, Toby! We heard that Abby and Ryan broke up last week. She's single." Elijah said in a singsong voice as he nudged Toby's shoulder playfully.
"Uh. . . I guess." He shrugged and slipped his hands back into his hoodie's pockets. Everyone wanted to date Abby. She was pretty and popular. It seemed like that was all people cared about these days.

Simon erased words in his notebook furiously. Why doesn't anything good rhyme with death?! He thought to himself. He exhaled and rubbed his eyes, another nightmare had held him captive the night before.
It'll get better. He told himself for the millionth time that day. He paused. Confess? Death? Does that rhyme? He wrote it down anyways. Simon looked over his shoulder towards the popular kid's table and wondered what his life would be like if he was like them. Would I be happy?

Name: Beatrix Miller
Gender: Female
Grade: 6th
Age: 11
Looks: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/236298311681539921/
Personality:
Other:
( I am rlly busy today so sorry if I don't participate.)

Simon erased words in his notebook furiously. Why doesn't anything good rhyme with death?! He thought to himself. He exhaled and rubbed his eyes, another nightmare had held him captive the night before.
It'll get better. He told himself for the millionth time that day. He paused. Confess? Death? Does that rhyme? He wrote it down anyways. Simon looked over his shoulder towards the popular kid's table and wondered what his life would be like if he was like them. Would I be happy?

//me tho

Griffith noticed a boy sitting alone at a table and scribbling furiously on a sheet of paper, so he decided to join him. Looks like he may be nice, he thought to himself. He stood awkwardly on the other side of the table from the boy and asked, “Hey, mid if I sit here?”

Jil gasped, and shut the book loudly. The librarian looked up, and sighed. "Jil, this is a library. If you're going to read in here you need to be quiet." she said. Jil blushed and looked down. "I'm sorry, but Peeta just told the nation Katniss is pregnant!" she complained. "You just checked out that book last week and finished it that day. You had the same reaction." the librarian replied. Jil fidgeted, embarrassed, and stood up to leave the library. "Sorry Mrs. C." she said. Mrs. C smiled, and handed Jil another book as she passed the counter. "Remember, this is still your safe place. You're welcome any time." Jil took the book and nodded.

Simon flinched at the sound one someone's voice, so loud and near to him. "U-uhm-sure, yeah." He stuttered, closing his notebook.

“Thanks,” Griffith smiled shyly. “I’m, uh… I’m Griffith. You can call me Griff, if you want…” He offered a hand.

Simon erased words in his notebook furiously. Why doesn't anything good rhyme with death?! He thought to himself. He exhaled and rubbed his eyes, another nightmare had held him captive the night before.
It'll get better. He told himself for the millionth time that day. He paused. Confess? Death? Does that rhyme? He wrote it down anyways. Simon looked over his shoulder towards the popular kid's table and wondered what his life would be like if he was like them. Would I be happy?

//me tho

( The story of my life.)

"Simon," He shook his hand. Why is he being nice to me? He wondered, No one ever talks to me.

“Nice to meet you,” Griffith said, sitting down. He took out a notepad and flipped open to a page around the middle of the book, grabbing a pencil from the depths of his bag at the same time. The maneuver looked practiced. “Um… you looked…. I mean, I just thought… I sketch,” Griff rushed out. “You looked like a ‘kindred spirit,’ as that poem says. Can’t remember what it’s called.”