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Characters - 1

This is written in a perspective, as if this is their first meeting.

1. Emo Girl/Boy

I saw his/her icy blue eyes pierce through his/her hair that covered her/his one eye. I saw the leather all over him/her, and that one fuschia streak in her/his hair. He/She wore combat boots, laces nicely done, but worn out. His/Her hair covered one eye and the rest was pretty short, but still long enough to toy with. She/He wore a  black and white striped shirt underneath. She/He wore black tight jeans with so many rips I lost track after the bottom half of his/her jean legs. Her/his expression said he/she was mean, but as I looked into his/her eyes, I saw desperation. He/She needed to be saved.

2. The Jock

There were the jocks, I stared at this one particular one, the popular one. His/her blonde hair covered his/her forehead, but it was gelled, I bet if it weren't, it would be everywhere at that very moment. I looked into his/her hazel eyes, kind and caring. He/she had a bomber jacket on and navy jeans, a gray t-shirt underneath. I watched as she/he walked away, a basketball/volleyball/etc in his/her hands, bouncing it away as she/he talked with her/his friends.

3. The Nerd

I bumped into him/her as I walked down the hall. I saw a stack of books in his/her arms, a calculator on top of it all. Her hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, pieces flying about. Her glasses rested atop her nose, dropping ever so slightly. I turned to her bag, looked heavy with supplies. I didn't know how she pulled it off, but she did. She stared at me as we both had stopped when we bumped into each other. I looked at her, dead in the eye. Outside, she looked really smart, but as I looked harder, deeper, I saw a sense of hope. I could tell something was going on. It looked as though she couldn't help but try to be perfect. Like it was the only thing she could do.

4. The Artist

I could only watch the girl/boy draw, she/he doodled, she/he played with clay. Everything. Sometimes, it was annoying how she/he wouldn't pay attention in class, but it was their way of sparking creativity. I just didn't understand why in class. I would often find him/her doodling, drawing, or something that had to do with art. Always. She/he usually came to school with paint all over his/her clothes, sometimes even in their hair. I could see potential in him/her, but it just needed to be brought out. Not in class though.

5. The Player

I could stare into his/her eyes and just know that she/he would hurt me emotionally. I barely knew this boy/girl but I knew she/he played so many girls/boys. I didn't want to get hurt, I avoided him/her as much as possible. His/her blonde hair was on fleek, it was hard not to fall for him/her I see why he/she played so many girls/boys. He/She was kind, and I knew it, but I couldn't understand why he'd/she'd use his/her looks to his/her advantage. Taking advantage of someone is wrong. Did he/she just need something more?

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