Umm, this is an NES based off the life of actuall teens and their lifes. I don't know if one has started one but, I am sort of new so - please - ya. I think it would be a good experience. It would be nice if we only had a just a few characters, not many XD Bleh.....
it sounds cool i wanna do it
(Welcome to Teen Ink, Bookworm!! I'm not sure what NES stands for, but I'd be up for it I'm sure.)
I'd like to join and I think NES is a gaming console right? Otherwise I'm not sure.
An NES is short for Never Ending Story. You just keep it going... and going.... XD And thank you.
So who wants to be who?
Oh... Well whatever. I'm posting my skellie
Bio: Raised to be a good hardworking person Cole is a slacker and he gets his homework done. He doesn't stand out too much and prefers it that way.
Appearance: Black hair and electric blue eyes. usually wears a white t-shirt with a flannel jacket and blue plaid shorts or black jeans.
((Mind if I join, Bookworm?))
((Are we supposed to base the characters off of ourselves or something?))
((S'okay if I join?))
Any one can joing! Just make your character! It can be based off of you whether you want it to or not XD
Personality: Quiet, doesn't enjoy much attention but is quite brave. Is strict and tidied in her own ways. Very smart and intelligant. Doesn't see anything past her career. Doesn't see the point in dating, so focused on her future. But maybe - just maybe - some one will change her mind.
Appearnance: All in all, Daria is one good looking chick. She has got a caramel tinted hair dressed in princess curls - usually pulled into a nice ponytail. A fair hour-glass shaped body, long legs and arms. She has got a smooth complexion, up-turned nose, high naturally-blushed cheekbones, full curled lips, and a few barely noticeable scattered freckles. She enjoys dressing in the comfortable attire. The nice off the shoulder tees, and skinny jeens over black converse.
Rank in school: Nerd. But a cute nerd at that. Often gets picked on, by boys for the most part due to her complexion and smarts that don't really fit. They tell her to quit the smart-allac act and dress up a little. She rolls her eyes and simply ignores them.
(I'm not really sure that I'll have time for this, Bookworm, but I may pop in from time to time to see how it's going. Hope you guys all have fun and make and awesome story!)
(((I wanna do it!!! So is it about our daily lives?))
Appearance: Blonde curly hair that falls to her middle back, and green eyes that seem to glow. Her eyes change color with what she is thinking about and wearing, and they have gold flecks in the middle. She is average height, (5'6") with tanish skin.
Personality: Bubbly and friendly most of the time, but hides a lot of emotions in herself and her never ending journals. She tries to keep everyone happy and laughing, even though she feels lonely and sad inside.
Bio: Went through a rough past, and even changed her name to hide it, she tries her hardest to live in the present and think about the future. She doesn't talk much about her past, or what happened.
Kind of ya. More just the life of your teen that you have XD I shall start:
Daria grimaced glaring at her test sheet. The ide her peers around her were trying to get glimpses at her answers or just poke her, irritating her in any wya humanly possible lessened her already grumpy mood. How she wished to be at home, on front of a tv munching on an ice cram cone. She could be there, she could have been done with school hours ago by her calculations. Just the schools schedule had to be so jammed up and each lesson was like saying the pledge of allegiance over and over again. Daira huffed, curling up a little as to not give them spot of her paper.
((Ice cram cone. Best typo ever.))
Lizabeth sat in science class, staring out the window as the teacher up front disected some animal she didn't care about. She wondered about one boy in her Spanish class, he texted her for like two hours every night but never talked to her in person, although he winked at her all throughout class. Does he even like me? She wondered absently.
Done! Daria tossed over her papaer, slapping it face down against her desk. She noticed some scanty frowns and dissapointed grumbles; she smiled. Sitting up, she waltzed to the teachers desk with a satisfied smirk. She handed it over and was allowed to leave the class. She waved goodbye to some fellow classmates; even the ones that eyed her with a full-blown disgust, and then she escaped the room.
Lizabeth looked down at her phone.
1 new message.
She clicked View and saw the words pop up onto the screen.
Hey Lizabeth! I can see you hahahaha.
She smiled. The guy had sent her a text. She texted back.
Hey! What do you think of Mrs. Sanchez? Is she a pain or what? What class are you in? I'm in Mr. Smith's.
She responded, and clicked Send without Mr. Smith even noticing; he was too wrapped up in his disection.
The halls were quite lonely but Daria didn't mind too much. she waltzed to her locker, knowing the location of it like the back of her hand. Unlocking it, she pulled it open till a face arrived at her side. "Hey Jethro!" She smiled.
Jethro lingered at her side, a steady grin curling to his face. "Hey Dar, how are you?" He asked, his phone buzzing in his hands. He glared at the white screen for a second and laughed slightly.
"Fine, uh.... who is that?"She asked, closing her locker and crossing her arms.
He looked up and down from the phone; her to the screen, her to the screen. Typing a quick message and pressing send, he stuffed it in his pocket. "Sorry, Lizabeth. You know, girlfriend biz."
((Hahahaha thanks for taking the message. I left it open for someone else to play :D ))