Maybrook Prep

Name: Christy
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Grade: 11th
Appearence: Red straight hair tied up in a ponytail, green eyes, very skinny, wearing denim shorts and converse.
Character: Sarcastic, a bit of a flirt
Secret: Her parents make her see a therapist after they found out about her eating disorder.

(Nice, do you want me to make a guy for her to talk to? Or shall she talk to Lena?)

(Hmm, why not both? Three is more interesting. But I have to go, I've got English I should be working on See ya round!)

(Okay bye!)

locked?

nevermind

haha okay.
reply reply reply!!
please? *puppy dog face like Jude's*

!nspired wrote:Iliana: I stop twirling, feeling dizzy, and grab onto Jude's arm so I don't fall over. "No, you're not in danger. You would be, when I told you my secret. But now I don't have to tell you. And you can go marry some chick and have kids and buy a house and live a normal life. No government strings attached."

Jude: "But that sounds very boring. And you left out the dog." God. She really doesn't get it.

Iliana:"Boring is better than dangerous, Jude. Don't you think you could be happy with boring? Happy with some girl, and kids, and a house, and a dog? Couldn't you be happy with that?" I bit my lip. He'd have to be happy with that, because I wasn't going to let him live his entire life in danger, with me.

Jude: I locked my jaw and stard at her. "No. It's not." and it really wasn't. I'd always wanted to be in an action movie: maybe this was my chance. Even if it won't be shown in IMAX theatres nationwide.

Iliana: I raised an eyebrow and frowned at him. "It's not like in the movies, Jude. There aren't any happy endings."

Jude: I shrugged. "Bring it on." I laughed. "dang. It's hard keeping a straight face and keeping the moment intense. Hm. Oh well. But seriously. If your so set on keeping me safe, then just don't tell me. I'm not gonna break up with you because of whatever's going on with you." I wondered how she would reply ((literally XD)) and I hoped she would just drop it.

(Do you literally want her to drop it, too?)

uhh I really don't care. It's your charrie

Iliana: I sensed that Jude didn't want to talk about this anymore. I sighed and turned once again for the way to my next class. "See you later, Jude."

(That's what you get for ditching Maybrook! xP)

Jude: "Arent you forgetting? We both have ((err.... Ap class... Ap class... Hmmm....)) Biology ((???))." I stood up and jogged over to her.

(Sure, that works...I thought they already had biology but you know what? This if fiction, and Iliana is a straight A student, so she just might take Biology twice a day...)

Iliana: "Oh yeah, we do..." I said dryly. I wasn't mad at Jude, but wasn't in a very good mood. For many reasons. And no none of them was PMS ((xD)).

(Maybe we should change it to Friday? Or do we need permission to do that...?)

Nah. I officially declare that today is friday.

Jude:"Why so sad?o I asked, noting the dryness in her voice immediately. "Aw. Are you mad at me?"

(What? Now it's Friday...okay?...)

Iliana: I looked up at him and smiled. "No, I'm not mad at you." I laughed. "If it weren't for how this entire day went you'd never jump to that conclusion so fast."

Jude: "Good. Cuz I hate it when people are mad at me. Makes me feel bad." I wondered whether I should hold her hand. My right hand twitched slightly, maybe it even brushed against her left, but I decided she could decide when she wanted to hold my hand.

Iliana: I slipped my hand inside of Jude's when it brushed by, and smiled up at him. "I don't think I could ever really be mad at you, Jude. Maybe upset, but not mad. Although you have a lot of reasons to be mad at me. Like when I slapped you..." I winced. "Sorry again, about that."

Jude: I laughed. "I look back at it now and I find it hilarious. Because your actions were completely unnecessary. I took your elbow. That's not harassment, so self defense wasn't needed." I looked at her and smiled. "You know I was wondering whether or not to put makeup on my cheek and make it look like you had bruised it."

Iliana: I shrugged. "I have good reflexes, says my trainer." I don't want to get back on that topic, though. "Makeup on your cheek? So you could get my sympathy?"