Post by chrissehxluff on Jul 25, 2008 6:19:19 GMT -8
About Me.
My name is Chrissy.
I'm sixteen years old. I don't care how old you are, I'll roleplay with you as long as you're thirteen or older.
My favorite colors are yellow, pink, black, white, and grey.
My favorite music artists are fairly obscure ones. I love Jon McLaughlin and Rick Seibold.
I spend a lot of time on the internet.
When I'm not online, I'm either at school or sleeping.
That's about it. I'm not very exciting.
Rules.
1. You have to be literate. To me, this means that you can spell decently and you can form sentences and paragraphs. This means no list introductions. This means that if you type lyk dis, I will not roleplay with you. Ever. It means that if you do not know the difference between "you're" and "your" or between "there", "their", and "they're", I will not roleplay with you. Ever. Learn the English language, please.
2. Please don't be rude and ignore me after a day. Also, please do not pretend that you have never talked to me and have no clue what I am talking about when I greet you. This is a long-term roleplay. If you do not know what that means, I suggest you leave my page. Thanks.
3. Don't ask me to roleplay over neomail. I won't do it, ever. I also don't have yahoo, so don't ask for it ever. If you don't use the contacts that I have provided, then we will not roleplay together. It is as simple as that.
4. Please try not to use one-liners. Always give me something that I can build from. If you get a crappy or short post from me and I do not apologize, it is because the post you gave me was not sufficient enough for me to type up a decent answer.
5. Your introduction does not have to be long. In fact, I prefer introductions that are not novels. It is simply an introduction to your character. I don't want the entire life story of your character. I only want to know things that are essential to the roleplay. I could care less that your character's goldfish died when your character was only five unless it sent your character spiraling into a deep depression that they have yet to snap out of. Get the picture?
6. If I don't like your character, I will not reply to the role-play. That's just something I do. So if I do not reply to your introduction, ask if I recieved it ONCE and only ONCE. If I did not recieve it, I will inform you of the situation then. If I did recieve it, I will not reply to that e-mail either. This is especially true for female characters. I am extremely picky with the female characters I will role-play with.
7. I play male. I play female. I double. You do the same. If you tell me that you do not play male, I will block you. Simple as that.
8. I like to role-play in both the third person and the first person. It is pretty much whatever your preference is, and that's what we'll use. However, you must be an exceptionally good role-player in the first person or I will stop the role-play. Simple as that.
9. Don't be arrogant. Just because you're literate/advanced doesn't mean that you have to be an asshole about it. If I'm feeling any arrogance from you, you'll get arrogance right back and if you don't stop, I'll block you. On that note, don't be overly insecure, either. I don't want an apology after your introduction for how bad it is, or after every post because it's short. I'll let you know if it's not sufficient.
Genres.
I don't put stars next to my genres. If they're here, I obviously like them. Tell me what you want to do, and I'll tell you whether I feel like doing that genre or not.
I do have a key, however.
& - I have a plot.
! - I'm especially interested in this.
x - I'm not especially interested in this, but I will play it if I'm in a good mood and I like you.
^ - I'd love it if you had a plot, but it's okay if you don't.
$ - You must have a plot if you want me to play this.
// - I will play mxm for this. If this is not there, I will only play mxf. I never play fxf. It's not my cup of tea. I will play mxf for any genre.
Genres:
Movies/Musicals;
The Secret Life of Bees !
Rent // ^
Phantom of the Opera &&&^ !
Titanic ^
The Notebook !
Juno !
Hairspray ^ !
The Breakfast Club !
Books;
Homecoming ^
Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants ^
Guitar Girl ^ !
Pretty Things // ^ !!!!
Eating the Cheshire Cat ! ^
Anime/Manga;
Fruits Basket // $ x
DNAngel // $ x
Princess Ai // ^ x
TV Shows:
Scrubs !!! ^
House MD ! ^
Kid Nation ^
Beauty and the Geek !!! ^
Other;
Highschool //
Boarding School // ^
Best Friend x Best Friend // &
Internet Friends Meet in Person // ^
Blind Date ^
Model x Model // ^
Abusive Relationship // ^ x
Summer Camp // ^ !
Summer Love ^ !!
Widower x Ex-wife's Sister
Model x Photographer // ^
I WILL NOT do any incestual relationships under any circumstances. DO NOT ask for a genre that involves incest.
I will not roleplay any other anime/manga besides what I have listed. Other than that, you may make suggestions and I will consider them. I love most modern genres and avoid most fantasy genres.
Contacts.
These are the only contacts I roleplay over. Don't you dare ask about anything else.
AIM - markehthesporkeh
Email - sistas4evr22@msn.com
That's it. Deal.
When you contact me, send me this form --
Name;;
Role-Play;;
Character you'd like me to play;;
Plot;;
POV;;
EXAMPLES--
Name;; Chrissy
Role-Play;; Pretty Things
Character you'd like me to play;; Brie and Walker
Plot;; None
POV;; First person
Name;; Jex
Role-Play;; Highschool
Character you'd like me to play;; Farah Skeffington
Plot;; I have a plot if you'd like to hear it!
POV;; Third Person
BAD EXAMPLE--
Name;; Chrissy
Role-Play;; Doesn't matter
Character you'd like me to play;; Male
Plot;; I guess I can come up with one
POV;; What?
Characters.
Male Characters--
www.freewebs.com/fasterxdisaster/
Female Characters--
www.freewebs.com/fasterdisaster_x/
Plots.
Please, please do not steal my plots. I worked hard to come up with them, except for the one that I'm borrowing from Tinnerz. THERE IS THE CREDIT. If you want to use one of my plots, ask me first and then credit me for it. Then I don't mind!
Okay. Here are my plots.
1. Phantom of the Opera (Movie Based)
The Opera House has been rebuilt after the fire. However, the managers have fled for good. The only person that remained is the now-famous Christine Daae. A new manager has purchased the Opera Populaire, and he happens to have a daughter who is an aspiring singer/dancer. Christine has become a diva far worse than La Carlotta ever was, bitter and demanding. The Vicomte, now older and quite a bit rounder, still regularly attends her performances. The new manager is not concerned with the Phantom of the Opera or the silly ghost stories about him, but his daughter is entranced by the stories of the mysterious masked man. Little does she know that the Phantom has also set his sights on her.
2. Phantom of the Opera (Novel Based - Kay Version) - I would love to play Erik for this.
Erik, a young and aspiring architect, has just lost his first childhood love in a tragic accident. Lost, lonely, and broken, he wanders the streets of Paris until he finally stumbles on a project for his creative hands- building an opera house. It will be a challenge, but he at least will have a place that he can go that's just for him, with secret passages and tunnels. Until the opera house is built, however, the young masked teenager must try to survive in the unfeeling streets of the city. Fortunately, he makes friends with a young girl. Her mother is very strict and so she cannot bring Erik home, but she promises to bring him anything extra she has to take care of him.
(This plot would skip Erik's time in Persia with Daroga.)
3. Phantom of the Opera (Modern Day Novel Based - Leroux Version)
Christine, the beautiful daughter of a single father, is being forced to take voice and piano lessons from a mysterious and cold man. At first she detests him, claiming that he has no heart and no face. Why else would he wear a full mask with only his lips, chin, and eyes exposed? She protests against her father to not make her go, but he knows that she loves music and encourages her to stick with it. Can she melt Erik's cold heart?
4. Best Friend x Best Friend
A boy and a girl have been best friends for as long as anyone can remember. The girl has an overprotective big brother who hates his little sister's best friend. He's convinced that the guy only wants to get in his sister's pants. The boy has a nosy, matchmaking older sister who is always trying to set him up with someone new. This time she has her sights set on none other than her little brother's best friend. The two friends end up falling for each other, but soon realize that their life has now become a game of hide-and-seek. For the boy, it's trying to hide from humiliation and teasing from his sister. For the girl, it's trying to hide from the wrath of her brother destroying her new-found love.
6. Modern Plot (by Tinnerz) (names can be changed)
Best friends? Oh, those had been the days. The days when friend was a term you used to describe anyone you knew but didn’t hate. But your best friends…now back then they were your world.
They weren’t people you had to hide your secrets from. They weren’t these backstabbing jerks that would spread it to the rest of the school if it was juicy enough. No…your friends were your everything. She was his everything.
Rowan now sat in the football stadium. His dark eyes looking over the field. He felt a strong tug at his heart and his face winced a bit. What had happened? Where had it all gone wrong? No…he knew this. He knew when it happened. He knew what had caused it. But for you to understand I’ll have to go a few years back…back to middle school.
When someone would ask how long the two had been friends they’d both laugh at them and say, “Since forever.” Now, these days were the simple days. Middle school.
Ahh…just thinking about middle school made Rowan want to smile and jump around singing those old songs that they used to at the dances. He always went with Ellie, of course. As friends though. The two never called each other anything more, but Rowan would always tell Ellie to save him a slow dance. They’d both wait until the very last slow song and dance together.
The pair told each other everything. They did everything together. They were the closest they believed they could be, well, the closest the both of them said they thought they could be. As all boy-girl relationships go, hormones get involved. Rowan was probably the first to get one of these sensations.
He had been walking home with Ellie, laughing about something, it was impossible to remember what anymore. All he remembered was laughter than he stumbled and his hand grabbed at Ellie's. A shock shot through his body and left his hand tingling, making it feel numb.
Ellie was laughing now. She was saying something about how klutzy he was. Rowan wasn’t listening. His dark eyes were wide and his heart was pounding…hard. “Rowan? Row, you okay?” Ellie asked, noticing the odd look on her friends face.
“Y-ye-yeah…”He answered before shaking himself a bit. “Yeah, I’m perfect!” He cheered. Ellie noted that the whole way home he seemed to be stayed a few steps farther from her than he usually did.
Ellie was the next to notice something. She was in gym class, running the track. Rowan had finished already. That boy was always been built for athletics, there was no denying that. Ellie however, was always one of the last to cross the finish line and when she did Rowan would always be there cheering for her.
Ellie was huffing and puffing like a big bad wolf as she neared the finish line. It was just another day, everything was the same. However, Ellie noticed something different. It was silent…where was Rowan with his cheer? She crossed the line and looked around.
There he was with…who was that? A new girl? The new girl was giggling loudly and she stared up at Rowan admiringly. A wave of a strong emotion washed over Ellie. It was that same feeling she got whenever her parents would praise her siblings but not herself. What was that called again…Jealousy? No that couldn’t be it…what did she even have to be jealous about anyways?
Ellie found herself walking up to Rowan though. She wrapped her arms around his slightly muscled one, beaming up at him. “Hey Rowan!” she said cheerfully. She then glanced at the other girl and raised her brow. The girl left and Rowan didn’t talk to her again for a long while.
Rowan felt that shock again as Ellie came up and hugged his arm. He was frozen once more. Why did this keep happening?! He didn’t like this! Or…did he? He didn’t know, he was so confused these days. They were nearing the end of eighth grade; next year was their first year of high school! Normally people would be excited, but Rowan found himself preoccupied with other things.
He found himself noticing when Ellie did her hair different, or when she wore a new outfit. He was getting that ‘jealous’ feeling whenever one of the other boys would make a comment about this as well. The boys who did so would get a very dark glare from Rowan and then if they continued would get a bloody nose after school.
It was only a few months before the end of school did Rowan decide he liked…no he LOVED Ellie. He thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. She made him the happiest person in the world, just by smiling at him. So, at the eighth grade formal, he would tell her. He would say everything that he thought! They could be together, finally!
If only things were always as simple as they sounded in your head.
There were many, many things that night. First, he had to search his whole room looking for loose change and money so he could buy Ellie a nice ring. Then, once he finally ‘borrowed’ some from his mother, he rushed the jewelry store. Once there, he had to pick out one. It had to be cheap, without looking cheap. It had to just scream Ellie!
Once he found one, he had to fret about the size. So, he decided to try it on his own hand…and got stuck. So he spent about fifteen minutes trying to get it off.
At this time, Ellie was already at the dance, waiting for him patiently. She checked her watch now and then with a sigh decided to head inside. She was getting cold and Rowan had muttered something about he might be late. It’d be okay inside…
Once Rowan finally bought the ring, his father was driving him to the dance when he got pulled over by the cops. Apparently, you’re supposed to wear your seatbelt while going 20 miles over the speed limit. Who knew?!
After another hour of them, the two got stuck in traffic a few blocks from the school. After waiting in that line for another half an hour, Rowan noted there was only twenty minutes left of the dance. He jumped out of the car and ran as fast as he could to the school, the ring’s box safely in his pocket. It took him another fifteen minutes to run to the school. He burst into the gymnasium during the very last slow song…his and Ellie’s song!
This was okay…he made it in time now he just had to find Ellie and…no…no. There was guy talking to Ellie. His hands were on her waist and hers around his neck. They were swaying to the beat…Ellie was dancing their song…with this…this BOY.
Rowan shoved the ring box into the pocket of his slacks, ran over to the kid and punched him right in the jaw. There were screams, a loud one from Ellie. The boy was up quickly and sloppily trying to punch back at Rowan.
I won’t go into the gross details but let’s skip to the end. Rowan was sitting in front of the principal’s office, his nose bleeding a bit and his eye turning slightly red. He looked up to see Ellie walk in. He jumped up, smiling a bit, “Ellie, I’ve got to tell-”
Ellie cut him off, screaming at him. “How could you do this?! Your ruined my formal, beat up a guy that actually LIKED me, embarrassed me in front of all my friends and you didn’t even apologize for missing our dance!” She yelled, a few tears swelling up in the corners of her eyes. Rowan just stood there, mouth agape.
“I hate you Rowan! I never want to see you again. I hope tonight you die and go burn in HELL!” She shrieked before storming out of the office.
Now it was four years later. Rowan had seen her in the hall, with her new friends…those popular kids. Of course, Rowan hadn’t became much better…he was a jock, but he liked it, being with other people who were just like him. He missed Ellie though, almost everyday he would see her and he would feel that same tug on his heart. It would be then that he would reach into his pocket and hold the now too-small ring in between his fingers and sigh.
My name is Chrissy.
I'm sixteen years old. I don't care how old you are, I'll roleplay with you as long as you're thirteen or older.
My favorite colors are yellow, pink, black, white, and grey.
My favorite music artists are fairly obscure ones. I love Jon McLaughlin and Rick Seibold.
I spend a lot of time on the internet.
When I'm not online, I'm either at school or sleeping.
That's about it. I'm not very exciting.
Rules.
1. You have to be literate. To me, this means that you can spell decently and you can form sentences and paragraphs. This means no list introductions. This means that if you type lyk dis, I will not roleplay with you. Ever. It means that if you do not know the difference between "you're" and "your" or between "there", "their", and "they're", I will not roleplay with you. Ever. Learn the English language, please.
2. Please don't be rude and ignore me after a day. Also, please do not pretend that you have never talked to me and have no clue what I am talking about when I greet you. This is a long-term roleplay. If you do not know what that means, I suggest you leave my page. Thanks.
3. Don't ask me to roleplay over neomail. I won't do it, ever. I also don't have yahoo, so don't ask for it ever. If you don't use the contacts that I have provided, then we will not roleplay together. It is as simple as that.
4. Please try not to use one-liners. Always give me something that I can build from. If you get a crappy or short post from me and I do not apologize, it is because the post you gave me was not sufficient enough for me to type up a decent answer.
5. Your introduction does not have to be long. In fact, I prefer introductions that are not novels. It is simply an introduction to your character. I don't want the entire life story of your character. I only want to know things that are essential to the roleplay. I could care less that your character's goldfish died when your character was only five unless it sent your character spiraling into a deep depression that they have yet to snap out of. Get the picture?
6. If I don't like your character, I will not reply to the role-play. That's just something I do. So if I do not reply to your introduction, ask if I recieved it ONCE and only ONCE. If I did not recieve it, I will inform you of the situation then. If I did recieve it, I will not reply to that e-mail either. This is especially true for female characters. I am extremely picky with the female characters I will role-play with.
7. I play male. I play female. I double. You do the same. If you tell me that you do not play male, I will block you. Simple as that.
8. I like to role-play in both the third person and the first person. It is pretty much whatever your preference is, and that's what we'll use. However, you must be an exceptionally good role-player in the first person or I will stop the role-play. Simple as that.
9. Don't be arrogant. Just because you're literate/advanced doesn't mean that you have to be an asshole about it. If I'm feeling any arrogance from you, you'll get arrogance right back and if you don't stop, I'll block you. On that note, don't be overly insecure, either. I don't want an apology after your introduction for how bad it is, or after every post because it's short. I'll let you know if it's not sufficient.
Genres.
I don't put stars next to my genres. If they're here, I obviously like them. Tell me what you want to do, and I'll tell you whether I feel like doing that genre or not.
I do have a key, however.
& - I have a plot.
! - I'm especially interested in this.
x - I'm not especially interested in this, but I will play it if I'm in a good mood and I like you.
^ - I'd love it if you had a plot, but it's okay if you don't.
$ - You must have a plot if you want me to play this.
// - I will play mxm for this. If this is not there, I will only play mxf. I never play fxf. It's not my cup of tea. I will play mxf for any genre.
Genres:
Movies/Musicals;
The Secret Life of Bees !
Rent // ^
Phantom of the Opera &&&^ !
Titanic ^
The Notebook !
Juno !
Hairspray ^ !
The Breakfast Club !
Books;
Homecoming ^
Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants ^
Guitar Girl ^ !
Pretty Things // ^ !!!!
Eating the Cheshire Cat ! ^
Anime/Manga;
Fruits Basket // $ x
DNAngel // $ x
Princess Ai // ^ x
TV Shows:
Scrubs !!! ^
House MD ! ^
Kid Nation ^
Beauty and the Geek !!! ^
Other;
Highschool //
Boarding School // ^
Best Friend x Best Friend // &
Internet Friends Meet in Person // ^
Blind Date ^
Model x Model // ^
Abusive Relationship // ^ x
Summer Camp // ^ !
Summer Love ^ !!
Widower x Ex-wife's Sister
Model x Photographer // ^
I WILL NOT do any incestual relationships under any circumstances. DO NOT ask for a genre that involves incest.
I will not roleplay any other anime/manga besides what I have listed. Other than that, you may make suggestions and I will consider them. I love most modern genres and avoid most fantasy genres.
Contacts.
These are the only contacts I roleplay over. Don't you dare ask about anything else.
AIM - markehthesporkeh
Email - sistas4evr22@msn.com
That's it. Deal.
When you contact me, send me this form --
Name;;
Role-Play;;
Character you'd like me to play;;
Plot;;
POV;;
EXAMPLES--
Name;; Chrissy
Role-Play;; Pretty Things
Character you'd like me to play;; Brie and Walker
Plot;; None
POV;; First person
Name;; Jex
Role-Play;; Highschool
Character you'd like me to play;; Farah Skeffington
Plot;; I have a plot if you'd like to hear it!
POV;; Third Person
BAD EXAMPLE--
Name;; Chrissy
Role-Play;; Doesn't matter
Character you'd like me to play;; Male
Plot;; I guess I can come up with one
POV;; What?
Characters.
Male Characters--
www.freewebs.com/fasterxdisaster/
Female Characters--
www.freewebs.com/fasterdisaster_x/
Plots.
Please, please do not steal my plots. I worked hard to come up with them, except for the one that I'm borrowing from Tinnerz. THERE IS THE CREDIT. If you want to use one of my plots, ask me first and then credit me for it. Then I don't mind!
Okay. Here are my plots.
1. Phantom of the Opera (Movie Based)
The Opera House has been rebuilt after the fire. However, the managers have fled for good. The only person that remained is the now-famous Christine Daae. A new manager has purchased the Opera Populaire, and he happens to have a daughter who is an aspiring singer/dancer. Christine has become a diva far worse than La Carlotta ever was, bitter and demanding. The Vicomte, now older and quite a bit rounder, still regularly attends her performances. The new manager is not concerned with the Phantom of the Opera or the silly ghost stories about him, but his daughter is entranced by the stories of the mysterious masked man. Little does she know that the Phantom has also set his sights on her.
2. Phantom of the Opera (Novel Based - Kay Version) - I would love to play Erik for this.
Erik, a young and aspiring architect, has just lost his first childhood love in a tragic accident. Lost, lonely, and broken, he wanders the streets of Paris until he finally stumbles on a project for his creative hands- building an opera house. It will be a challenge, but he at least will have a place that he can go that's just for him, with secret passages and tunnels. Until the opera house is built, however, the young masked teenager must try to survive in the unfeeling streets of the city. Fortunately, he makes friends with a young girl. Her mother is very strict and so she cannot bring Erik home, but she promises to bring him anything extra she has to take care of him.
(This plot would skip Erik's time in Persia with Daroga.)
3. Phantom of the Opera (Modern Day Novel Based - Leroux Version)
Christine, the beautiful daughter of a single father, is being forced to take voice and piano lessons from a mysterious and cold man. At first she detests him, claiming that he has no heart and no face. Why else would he wear a full mask with only his lips, chin, and eyes exposed? She protests against her father to not make her go, but he knows that she loves music and encourages her to stick with it. Can she melt Erik's cold heart?
4. Best Friend x Best Friend
A boy and a girl have been best friends for as long as anyone can remember. The girl has an overprotective big brother who hates his little sister's best friend. He's convinced that the guy only wants to get in his sister's pants. The boy has a nosy, matchmaking older sister who is always trying to set him up with someone new. This time she has her sights set on none other than her little brother's best friend. The two friends end up falling for each other, but soon realize that their life has now become a game of hide-and-seek. For the boy, it's trying to hide from humiliation and teasing from his sister. For the girl, it's trying to hide from the wrath of her brother destroying her new-found love.
6. Modern Plot (by Tinnerz) (names can be changed)
Best friends? Oh, those had been the days. The days when friend was a term you used to describe anyone you knew but didn’t hate. But your best friends…now back then they were your world.
They weren’t people you had to hide your secrets from. They weren’t these backstabbing jerks that would spread it to the rest of the school if it was juicy enough. No…your friends were your everything. She was his everything.
Rowan now sat in the football stadium. His dark eyes looking over the field. He felt a strong tug at his heart and his face winced a bit. What had happened? Where had it all gone wrong? No…he knew this. He knew when it happened. He knew what had caused it. But for you to understand I’ll have to go a few years back…back to middle school.
When someone would ask how long the two had been friends they’d both laugh at them and say, “Since forever.” Now, these days were the simple days. Middle school.
Ahh…just thinking about middle school made Rowan want to smile and jump around singing those old songs that they used to at the dances. He always went with Ellie, of course. As friends though. The two never called each other anything more, but Rowan would always tell Ellie to save him a slow dance. They’d both wait until the very last slow song and dance together.
The pair told each other everything. They did everything together. They were the closest they believed they could be, well, the closest the both of them said they thought they could be. As all boy-girl relationships go, hormones get involved. Rowan was probably the first to get one of these sensations.
He had been walking home with Ellie, laughing about something, it was impossible to remember what anymore. All he remembered was laughter than he stumbled and his hand grabbed at Ellie's. A shock shot through his body and left his hand tingling, making it feel numb.
Ellie was laughing now. She was saying something about how klutzy he was. Rowan wasn’t listening. His dark eyes were wide and his heart was pounding…hard. “Rowan? Row, you okay?” Ellie asked, noticing the odd look on her friends face.
“Y-ye-yeah…”He answered before shaking himself a bit. “Yeah, I’m perfect!” He cheered. Ellie noted that the whole way home he seemed to be stayed a few steps farther from her than he usually did.
Ellie was the next to notice something. She was in gym class, running the track. Rowan had finished already. That boy was always been built for athletics, there was no denying that. Ellie however, was always one of the last to cross the finish line and when she did Rowan would always be there cheering for her.
Ellie was huffing and puffing like a big bad wolf as she neared the finish line. It was just another day, everything was the same. However, Ellie noticed something different. It was silent…where was Rowan with his cheer? She crossed the line and looked around.
There he was with…who was that? A new girl? The new girl was giggling loudly and she stared up at Rowan admiringly. A wave of a strong emotion washed over Ellie. It was that same feeling she got whenever her parents would praise her siblings but not herself. What was that called again…Jealousy? No that couldn’t be it…what did she even have to be jealous about anyways?
Ellie found herself walking up to Rowan though. She wrapped her arms around his slightly muscled one, beaming up at him. “Hey Rowan!” she said cheerfully. She then glanced at the other girl and raised her brow. The girl left and Rowan didn’t talk to her again for a long while.
Rowan felt that shock again as Ellie came up and hugged his arm. He was frozen once more. Why did this keep happening?! He didn’t like this! Or…did he? He didn’t know, he was so confused these days. They were nearing the end of eighth grade; next year was their first year of high school! Normally people would be excited, but Rowan found himself preoccupied with other things.
He found himself noticing when Ellie did her hair different, or when she wore a new outfit. He was getting that ‘jealous’ feeling whenever one of the other boys would make a comment about this as well. The boys who did so would get a very dark glare from Rowan and then if they continued would get a bloody nose after school.
It was only a few months before the end of school did Rowan decide he liked…no he LOVED Ellie. He thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. She made him the happiest person in the world, just by smiling at him. So, at the eighth grade formal, he would tell her. He would say everything that he thought! They could be together, finally!
If only things were always as simple as they sounded in your head.
There were many, many things that night. First, he had to search his whole room looking for loose change and money so he could buy Ellie a nice ring. Then, once he finally ‘borrowed’ some from his mother, he rushed the jewelry store. Once there, he had to pick out one. It had to be cheap, without looking cheap. It had to just scream Ellie!
Once he found one, he had to fret about the size. So, he decided to try it on his own hand…and got stuck. So he spent about fifteen minutes trying to get it off.
At this time, Ellie was already at the dance, waiting for him patiently. She checked her watch now and then with a sigh decided to head inside. She was getting cold and Rowan had muttered something about he might be late. It’d be okay inside…
Once Rowan finally bought the ring, his father was driving him to the dance when he got pulled over by the cops. Apparently, you’re supposed to wear your seatbelt while going 20 miles over the speed limit. Who knew?!
After another hour of them, the two got stuck in traffic a few blocks from the school. After waiting in that line for another half an hour, Rowan noted there was only twenty minutes left of the dance. He jumped out of the car and ran as fast as he could to the school, the ring’s box safely in his pocket. It took him another fifteen minutes to run to the school. He burst into the gymnasium during the very last slow song…his and Ellie’s song!
This was okay…he made it in time now he just had to find Ellie and…no…no. There was guy talking to Ellie. His hands were on her waist and hers around his neck. They were swaying to the beat…Ellie was dancing their song…with this…this BOY.
Rowan shoved the ring box into the pocket of his slacks, ran over to the kid and punched him right in the jaw. There were screams, a loud one from Ellie. The boy was up quickly and sloppily trying to punch back at Rowan.
I won’t go into the gross details but let’s skip to the end. Rowan was sitting in front of the principal’s office, his nose bleeding a bit and his eye turning slightly red. He looked up to see Ellie walk in. He jumped up, smiling a bit, “Ellie, I’ve got to tell-”
Ellie cut him off, screaming at him. “How could you do this?! Your ruined my formal, beat up a guy that actually LIKED me, embarrassed me in front of all my friends and you didn’t even apologize for missing our dance!” She yelled, a few tears swelling up in the corners of her eyes. Rowan just stood there, mouth agape.
“I hate you Rowan! I never want to see you again. I hope tonight you die and go burn in HELL!” She shrieked before storming out of the office.
Now it was four years later. Rowan had seen her in the hall, with her new friends…those popular kids. Of course, Rowan hadn’t became much better…he was a jock, but he liked it, being with other people who were just like him. He missed Ellie though, almost everyday he would see her and he would feel that same tug on his heart. It would be then that he would reach into his pocket and hold the now too-small ring in between his fingers and sigh.
