forum High School Rp (Closed. Stalkers welcome)

Started August 14, 2018 by @EmptyNebula group

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(Ur good)
Chase looked up shyly, “I’m Chase Goeman.” He felt like he needed to put a little emphasis on the ‘goe’ after what happened this morning.

Chase opened his locker, not daring make eye contact with the girl next to him. The whole situation just felt yellow, Chase thought. He needed to stop doing that, stop it with the colors, and the tastes, and the way emotions felt. He just needed to learn to be normal. He tapped his foot. Maybe he could even try to date a girl? No… He would just be faking it and leading someone on. Chase sighed and grabbed his books out of his locker.

(Hey all, just wanted to clarify here because I didn’t want to offend anyone, but when Chase says he wants to be ‘normal’, I’m not saying that being gay isn’t normal, but Chase thinks that since he’s been bullied for it.)

(Yeah, I understand)

"Nice to meet ya!" Alistair said, then rubbed the back of his neck, "Sorry, I'm not great at conversation starters… Do you like music…?"

“I- Well, I guess it’s not bad. I don’t really care for rap much though,” Chase mumbled awkwardly, wringing his hands in his lap. The guy seemed nice enough. Maybe they could be friends…? No, Chase was too awkward and strange.

Liam walked inside the (music room?) and saw two guys there

Yano ran up the steps, stumbling over them. She found the locker after what felt like forever and shoved all her stuff in there, despite her needing supplies, ‘Late the first day of school. Great job, Yano,’ Yano thought to herself as she ran through the halls, trying to find her homeroom. She glanced at her phone to check which room it was, realizing she had just passed it. Yano sprinted to the room and opened the door. She sat behind two boys who were talking.

Liam walked inside the (music room?) and saw two guys there

(Alistair passed it, so maybe english? Idk)

(english works)
"Yeah, I don't like rap by itself, but there are some songs I like that have, like, a rap verse or something," Alistair replied enthusiastically. Music was his safe place and realm of expertise, and he was happy to talk to someone about it. Noticing Chase's nervousness, Alistair's face morphs into one of concern.
"Hey, are you okay, dude?"

“I- Well I’m fine, just Jacob and Kemp walked with me to school today and kept on teasing me for my synesthesia,” Chase blurted before he could stop himself. He quickly added, “But it doesn’t really matter.”

Alistair's eyes narrowed angrily. "Stars, I hate those two. They're d***s. They used to pick on my younger cousin because she was anorexic," he said. "And, no, it's not 'nothing', if they mess with you anymore, let me know."

Alistair's eyes narrowed angrily. "Stars, I hate those two. They're d***s. They used to pick on my younger cousin because she was anorexic," he said. "And, no, it's not 'nothing', if they mess with you anymore, let me know."

Chase’s eyes widened hopefully, “Wait really? So you don’t think it’s weird I -um- taste color and stuff?” Chase wasn’t used to anyone really caring about him.

Pushing aside his previous anger, Alistair smiled, "Nah, that doesn't determine who you are as a person, so why should it bother me?"

Yano heard the two talking about synesthesia. She quickly typed on her phone, You have synesthesia? I’ve heard about it but I’ve never known anyone who has had it, what’s it like? Yano tapped their shoulders and showed the two boys her message.

Chase beamed, “Not many other people think that.” Chase was about to add something, but the teacher came in and started to take roll.

Chase scribbled on a sheet of paper. I just kind associate things with other things, like certain shades of red leave a spicy taste in my mouth. He slid it to the stranger.

Vaughn eventually slid into the classroom, sitting towards the back of the class. He didn’t want to be noticed that much, and he wouldn’t ask to be noticed either. He ran a hand through his hair again, looking down at his hands which were folded on the desk he sat at.

Yano read the note and smiled, That’s so cool! she typed then looked at the teacher, waiting for her name to be called.

Anne's eyes left her sketchbook. She looked at the familiar face that just snuck into class and sat a few desks beside her. It was her foster brother. he hadn't been bad. he annoyed the adults a lot which she could respect. he also didn't bother her so that's a good thing. she just really hoped he didn't try to talk to her in school.