CLEAN Roleplays discussion

((keep it clean!))

Kat sat on the front steps of the school with her sketchbook. class was boring and she had finished homework.

Daniel grabbed her book bag and slammed her locker door shut. As she walked down the steps she saw a girl drawing, "Hey!"

Kat looked up. "Hi."

Daniel took a seat next to her, "What are you drawing?"

"I'm actually not sure, just doodling I guess."

"It looks cool." Daniel smiled.

Kat smiled back. ((I have to go in 20 min.))

"Hey, Im Daniel." She said holding out her hand.

((sorry I had to go too))

((It's ok.)) "I'm Kat." She shook hands with Daniel.

Bree walked down the halls of her new high school. She clutched the books tighter to her chest. She hated coming to a new school. She absolutely hated it.
She finally found her new locker, and tried the combination, and pushed on the lock. She sighed."Perfect." She said sarcastically. It was jammed. She tried again, and again, but it wouldn't open.

Kat looked at her watch. "I have to get going." She stood and walked back into the building. She saw a girl fussing with her lock.

Bree got so frustrated that she pounded on the locker several times. "Why won't you open, you stupid locker!" She hissed. This day could not get any worse. Not after what had happened earlier. That had nearly crushed her, and this threatened to crush her completely.

((hey kit san, i love your profile pic!))

((Thanks.))

Bree saw a girl come down the hall. "Hey." She stopped the girl. "Could you help me with my locker? It won't open." Bree studied the girl. "Can I trust you?"

"I believe you can. I'll try to help."

Bree sighed, this time a little happily. "Thanks."

Kat walked over to the locker.

"The com is 40-0-17." Bree whispered confidentially.

Kat nodded and put it in. It... (what do you want it to do?))

((um. Have it open after a few tries))

((Ok.)) ... Stayed shut. She tried again. It still would not open. Again she tried this time it swung open.

Delaynee waled down the hall. Her long hair was flowing behind her. She kept her head high and made her way outside.

Bree sighed for the third time. "Thank you so much!" Bree shoved all of her books into the locker, then grabbed the ones she needed. "Whats your first class?"

Delaynee walked to her math class fairly slow. She hated the class, and always debated on wheather or not to skip it. Whatever she would get there eventually.

Vince parked his car and hopped out. Locking the doors he headed to his first class.

Bree adjusted the strap to her cello case, that was tied to her back.

"There you go. Math is my first class. I have to go, see ya." she walked to her first class.

Ben was walking to his first class.

((bree asked her a question))

((Sorry, I didn't see it. I edited it.))

Bree sighed. She seemed to be doing a lot of sighing lately. She had been hoping she would at least know one person in her first class. She walked into the orchestra room. There were so many students, and they were all friends, and Bree was a stranger.

Ben walked into the orchestra room and took a seat alone, He was not really talkative so he didn't have friends in this class.

Bree saw a lonely looking boy sit down. She didn't know If she could take the chance and sit next to him. She played it safe, and sat a couple seats away, and got her cello out.

Ben got a cello out as well.

Bree watched as the boy took out his cello. The teacher clapped her hands together to get control of the noisy class. "Bree, you will be stand partners with Ben." She said, pointing to Bree, then to Ben. Bree hesitated for a moment. "Scoot over." The teacher commanded. Bree slid over to the seat next to Ben.

Ben looked over at the girl. "Hi." He said.

"Hello." she said quietly. "Im Bree." She said, holding out her hand tenatively. "And you?"

"Ben." He shook her hand.

"Nice to meet you." She said. The teacher raised her stick ((sorry can't remember what it's called!)) for them to begin their first song. Bree placed her bow on the strings, and began to play. It was a beautiful song, one she had played before. She closed her eyes, ad immersed herself in the music. She smiled absentmindedly, and felt at peace for the first time that day.

((Baton.))Ben loved to play this song.

((ah that's what I thought, but I wasn't sure..))
The end of the song came too quickly. Her heartbeat was beating fast. She smiled. "I love that song." She said softly.

"me to." He softly said.

Bree smiled at him. "How long have you been playing the cello?" she asked.

"One year."

Bree was surprised. "Youre very talented, especially for only doing for a year!"

"You are really good to, How long have you been playing?"

"Four years."

"Wow, that long?"