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Stranger Things x It rp group

Hey guys! We’re looking for people for our new Zombie RP group with ST x IT but haven’t had any luck on anyone joining yet. check us out at quaranteend !!

here’s who we still need!!

• Beverly Marsh

• Stanley Uris

• Ben Hanscom

• Mike Hanlon

• Mike Wheeler

• Will Byers

• Dustin Henderson

• Lucas Sinclair

• ‘Eleven’ Jane Hopper

• Max Mayfield

And a lot more, like Robin, Steven, etc!!

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Stranger Things x It rp group

Hey guys! We’re looking for people for our new Zombie RP group with ST x IT but haven’t had any luck on anyone joining yet. check us out at quaranteend !!

here’s who we still need!!

• Beverly Marsh

• Stanley Uris

• Ben Hanscom

• Mike Hanlon

• Mike Wheeler

• Will Byers

• Dustin Henderson

• Lucas Sinclair

• ‘Eleven’ Jane Hopper

• Max Mayfield

And a lot more, like Robin, Steven, etc!!

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OOC info

Name/Alias: Zombie Pronouns: He/Him Age: 19 Timezone: AEST

IC info

Full name: Ike Broflovski

Birthday: December 17

Sexuality: Panromantic Pansexual

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 13

Sample Paragraph

Ike was at the Ice skating rink, it was a Saturday, and it was busy like usual. So that meant Ike spent a lot of times dodging and skating past all of the people who rarely skated and just came here for a fun time. It didn't bother him too much. After all, it was a public place. It went like this for a hour, until Ike decided to pull up at the side for a 10 minute break. It’s not like he was tired, he just wanted to check some things regarding his ‘job’, as he called it. Because technically it was.

After he got to his bag, he pulled out one of his phones (One that couldn't be tracked) before turning it on, before going up to a chair on the top corner of the stands and huddling against the wall. Time to see if he had any new contracts. After a few moments, he loaded up his website, and…oh, today had been a good day for it.

There were five new contracts. Ranging from prices of $100-$5000. The more expensive ones were always done first, even though they always took longer to do and had more requirements. He proceeded to open up the $5000 one. Hmm…Name and proof…That’s all he needed. The target was…her ex husband…oh boy. 

After that, Ike looked up the name he was given, and was greeted by a picture. Wait…why did he look familiar? Ike looked out onto the rink. He was there. Skating and laughing. In disbelief, Ike looked at the picture again, before looking at the man in the rink. It was the same person, no doubt. Ike’s expression turned from one that was neutral into a glare. He was definitely going to do this one, and make it hurt. Really, really hurt.

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Accepted!! 

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OOC Info: Name/Alias: Xochitl Pronouns: They/them Age: 21 Timezone: CST IC Info: Full name: Michael Darbi Birthday: November 13th Sexuality, gender, pronouns: Grey-ace || Cis Male || He/him Age: 21 Sample paragraph:

Fuming.

That didn’t even begin to describe how Michael felt. He was beyond livid. Filled to the brim with hatred, threatening to spill over much like the cafe au lait he was currently preparing.

Dark eyes stared intensely across the room, locked onto a certain red-headed goth, not once breaking contact even as he served his customers. His skeletal fingers slightly shook from the rage coursing through his veins. A spiteful look was stuck on his face, quite the opposite reaction one would expect when getting a surprise visit from a long time friend.  In actuality, visits from the other goths weren’t an uncommon, nor a particularly unwanted, occurrence. Hell, Firkle had just come in not even an hour before for their daily spat. And Henrietta’s visits were always a joy, no matter how much Michael tried hard to deny it.

But Pete.

Pete was different. His appearance tended to be a world renowned pain-in-the ass. The younger goth had grown into being a headache for Michael at the most inconvenient times. Inconvenient for the elder of the two for Pete always knew exactly when and where he would be spared from Michael’s brutality. His place of employment was one of those safe havens.

So when said pain-in-the-ass walked through the coffee shop’s doors and Michael was nowhere to be seen, it was only a matter of time before he took it upon himself to embarrass the seemingly absent goth.

Is Michael here?

Yeah, he’s in the back.

Tell him his husband’s here to visit.

On it.

And once he was aware of Pete’s arrival, it was no surprise that his blood ran cold at the mention of that word. Husband. Ha! As if he’d ever any sort of relationship with the title. When Michael finally emerged from the back room, Pete had already taken to conversing with the other baristas, telling tales of Michael’s proposal, their wedding day, and whatever other bullshit would come to his mind. And whenever the taller goth would try to interject, he’d be interrupted by yet another customer placing an order. His patience, what little of it he had, was running thin. How could it not when Pete was invading his personal space, literally clinging to Michael as he told his coworkers or their fabricated domestic life together.

“Can you just fucking leave already?” He snapped, tone much harsher than he meant. However, it did get his annoyance across. “I’m tired of dealing with you.” The other goth scowled. Whether his offense was genuine or not was a mystery but it was present when he spoke once again. Clicking his tongue and turning away, Pete bit the bullet and let out a sentence no sane person would ever tell Michael.

Why can’t you take jokes as well as you take dick?

That was it.

His eyes slowly shut and he took a deep breath, opening them to reveal the rage blazing inside his soul. “You’re dead.” He mouthed. There was no need for him to speak. The look in his eyes said it all. As soon as he caught Pete alone, he was finished. And Pete seemed to get the idea. He quickly dismissed himself from the coffee shop, but not before pushing the limit by blowing Michael a good-bye kiss. Disgusting…

The goth muttered a low “Idiot.“ under his breath, shaking his head at the gesture, before turning to serve his next customer.

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Accepted!! 

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South Park Boulevard is a VK Based Role Playing Group, and we’re looking for members!! We have ton’s of characters still open such as;

Tweek Tweak

Wendy Testaburger

Jimmy Valmer

Damien Thorn

Michael [Tall Goth]

Mike ‘Vampir’  Makowski

Karen McCormick

Gary Harrison

New Kid (Douche Bag)

And many more characters! Please be 15+ of age when applying, thank you. Come join us!

Masterlist | Rules + FAQ | Apply

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OOC Info: Name/Alias: Alison Pronouns: She/they Age: 20 Timezone: eastern IC Info: Full name: Finn “Firkle” Nyarlathotep Sinn Birthday: October 25th Sexuality, gender, pronouns: Goth, Darkness, Black. (Bisexual, female preference, cis male, he/him) Age: 16 Sample paragraph:

Pale flakes of snow drifted to the ground, the young goth let out a long sigh, the frozen air cut straight to his bone as the breezes hit him, his hair tangling, the flakes disrupted in their passage to the ground. Standing by the age old bus stop, the wind slowing, but not halting him as he takes a cigarette between his bony fingers, and holding it to his lips. Fumbling with his lighter for a moment, then effectively blocking the wind with his hand, blazing the end of his cancer stick, breathing in the nicotine. His trembling hands stilled, his heart rate calming, the frosty air only bothered him on the surface as he inhaled the smoke, and exhaled his life. Finding solace in his addiction, the wait for the rickety bus was much easier to tolerate with a morning cigarette.

As the blissful bad habit brought the cigarettes to his end, he put it out on the sign, watching as the black ashes, and the ashes that fell previously contrasted with the stark white snow. The cold air taking his notice as he dropped the cigarette, staring back at the bleak white surroundings, he only had to wait for a few more moments. The roar of the shaking yellow school bus came from down the street, and Firkle shoved his hands in his pockets, concealing the icicles he used as hands under the pitch black of the pockets of his peacoat. He had wanted a trench coat, but his mom wanted him to look more “put together”. Whatever that meant.

As the dinosaur of an automobile stopped in front of him, he had found himself wishing it went right past him. Alas, it had not, and he climbed the steps into the bus, he wasn’t tall, and lost any ability to be imposing, but that didn’t stop him from having a hard set scowl on his face. If he was pissed off, people were less likely to try to converse with him. It was better when people didn’t waste oxygen. Coming to the very last seat on the left side, his expression of rage deepened, his voice coming out harsher than intended, for better or for worse. “Move,” he growls at the unanticipated person in his seat, the person just smiled, pulling the overused ‘I don’t see your name on it.’ Firkle had heard that too many times to not have retort, giving the guy a dangerously sweet smile, “Move before I write it in your fucking blood.”

The reaction he got was priceless, the person seemed genuinely surprised, maybe a little scared, as they should be, in the goth’s opinion. And they moved, but not before jabbing at Firkle, muttering something about a feisty gremlin, but the goth didn’t feel like starting a fist fight, so he kindly ignored it.

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Accepted!! 

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OOC Info:

Name/Alias: Xochitl Pronouns: They/them Age: 21 Timezone: CST

IC Info:

Full name: Allison Mertz Birthday: November 02 Sexuality, gender, pronouns: Questioning  || Questioning/For sure NB || She/her for convenience Age: 16 Sample paragraph: [An old para but I’m really proud of it orz.]

The elevator game. Some kind of urban legend or Korean ritual or whatever that promised to send the participant to some “Otherworld” where the only human inhabitant is themselves. And to play, one only needed three things: Tall building? Check. Elevator? Check-a-roonie. Complete lunacy? Check check check. Allison met all the requirements with ease. Of course, finding a building with ten floors wasn’t exactly a hard thing to do, especially in Denver. But finding one where people wouldn’t board the elevator with her? That was the complicated part, especially in Denver. After hours of restarting the ritual due to others boarding with her, Allison finally managed to get the elevator to herself. Granted, it was after hours and she had to sneak back into the building to do so but hey, whatever it takes, right? She started the sequence once again: first floor, fourth, second, sixth, second, tenth, and finally, fifth. After this, all she needed to do was press the button for the tenth floor. If it goes up, she did it right and she’d be in the Otherworld. And if it goes down, git gud, Allison. You suck ass.

Her hand shook as she reached towards the number pad, her index finger pulling back the closer she got to the button. “Oh my God, just do it.” The vamp whispered to herself. Taking a deep breath, Allison jammed her finger on the number 1, her eyes shut tight the entire time. The elevator shook a bit before moving. Annnnd it descended to the first floor. Of course. Why did she ever expect it to work in the first place? “God, what a waste of time.” Grumbled the vamp, exiting the elevator with haste. Time to go home and tell everyone what a load of bull that game was.

When the vamp walked into her home, she felt strange. Something wasn’t right but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it, that is until, she smashed her finger into it.  Her hand knocked right into the corner of the glass end table in her living room, a sharp hiss escaping her the moment her skin made contact with the material. God, what the hell? This was never in her way before. Who moved it? She grabbed the table and moved it back to its original place, but now it was too close to the couch. Ugh. She moved the couch slightly before realizing what was wrong: All the furniture- not even just the furniture, everything was shifted slightly to the left. “What the fuck?” She mouthed before suddenly feeling her heart drop. One line from the ritual came shooting back into her memory. If anything seems off, even the smallest detail, DO NOT EXIT THE ELEVATOR. “Ohhh..FUCK!” This can’t be happening. It was all just a hoax, wasn’t it? Panicked, Allison went straight to her only place of comfort, her bedroom. She closed the door behind her so quickly, as if she was afraid of someone, or something, following her inside. The vamp rubbed her eyes free of the tears that were threatening to spill and looked at the small bat plushie she kept on her nightstand, one she used to cover a nail polish spill from back in her elementary school days. The furry friend was still in its place, perfectly concealing her years-old fuck-up.

Still in its place.

Wait a second.

Allison went back downstairs to double check the rooms. Yep, still off. She ran back upstairs and inspected every single room. There was always a place for everything and everything was still in its place, upstairs at least. “Seriously?” Only one person who could’ve done this while she was out and by the loud snoring coming from down the hall, she knew he was still home. Throwing the door open, Allison stomped into her father’s bedroom, absolutely pissed off and, even more so, terrified. “Hey dad,” She punched the older man’s bicep with more force than she meant to. “If your gonna pull a prank, maybe don’t half-ass it next time?” Her tone was harsh, too harsh for something her father deemed as a harmless joke. It was whatever- best way to mask how bad her voice was shaking in her opinion. Allison was just relieved she wasn’t stuck in some alternate world. That would’ve really sucked.

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Accepted! 

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nvm me stealing my ginger son

OOC info:

Name/Alias: Phoe (nix)

Pronouns: Meh (she/her)

Age: 19( soon 20)

Timezone: UTC + 1.00

IC info: 

Full name: Scott Tenorman

Birthday: December 10th

Sexuality, gender, pronouns: Pansexual, male, he/him

Age: 24

Sample paragraph:

There was something about the coffee shop that made it so - unique. Scott couldn´t quite put his finger on exactly what, or maybe who - but it didn´t matter really. Maybe finding out the answer would make this place less magical. Less peaceful….

The ginger glanced around, chugging down more of his coffee. Tripple espresso was enough to drown his sorrow and insomnia in, when it was 3 of them at least. Sometimes even five. He did sometimes get sleep, though that was more of a miracle to him. Explaining why he struggled with this, would be pretty depressing. Traumas didn´t lead to anything positive after all. Well, it did lead to him discovering his love for caffeine and horror novels.  

He was also thankful for discovering the Ginger Kids. Those poor, poor kids who didn´t want anything else than acceptance and love. Targeted for being different. He´d even adopted a few of them to help get them through their childhoods and teens, to help them reach their dreams and have a happy life.

Something he never had. --------------------------- Accepted! :)

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WELCOME!

WELCOME TO NORTH PARK!!

Welcome to our wonderful group! We are an AU Group that features the south park characters as you have never seen them before! If you want to jump into a group with these crazy oddballs,come and check us out!

There are so many of your favorite south park characters to choose from! Such as….

Kenny Kyle Cartman Stan Craig Clyde Token Tweek Jimmy The Goths The vamps Heidi And Several Others!!!

If you are interested or have any questions Just check out our rules then = just drop an app or comment in our inbox or ask box and we should get back to you by the next Tuesday at the latest, acceptance day is Tuesday. Our masterlist is up to date and can be found here!

if you aren’t interested feel free to reblog and spread this around!

Home // Apply // Rules // FAQ // Masterlist

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Name/Alias: Kate Pronouns: She/her Age: 25 Timezone: PST IC Info: Full name: Heidi Birthday: April 1st Sexuality, gender, pronouns:  Unknown, Female, She/her Age: 19 Sample paragraph

“Hey, you hear-” “-Yea she’s been.” “Did she finally lose some wei-” Rumors and gossip spread around as Heidi finally arrived back in town after having to leave in order to get her life back. Regain control of it. The experience of dating Cartman had done a number on her self image and personality. She may never be completely the same as it did affect her in a very big way.  Despite this, she kept her head held high, gaining a sharp tongue in order to deal with those that dared speak ill of her. Seeing a couple people approaching and speaking about her, she decided to speak up. 

“You know, you should be careful who you chose to talk about. It may very well bite you in the ass later.” With that, she walked off towards her destination. ----------------------- Accepted! Thank you

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Name/Alias: Kate Pronouns: She/Her/Toaster Age: 25 aka HELLA FUCKING OLD Timezone: PST also stands for Pretty Standard Tree IC Info: Full name: Jimmy Valmer Birthday: November 13th Sexuality, gender, pronouns: Bisexual, Male, He/Him,  Age: 19 Sample paragraph:  Today seemed to be a pretty normal day for Jimmy, eating his lunch as he awaited a phone call from his good buddy Craig. He had sent a special surprise gift basket to him and was looking forward to seeing the reaction. Usually these types of pranks weren’t his thing, but Clyde convinced him otherwise. 

However, when he got the long awaited phone call, it was none other than his own mother. “H-Hello?” He asked, waiting to hear what she had to say before hearing sudden shouting. 

“JIMMY VALMER! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS PACKAGE OF DILDOS?!”

He felt his heart sink. That was not where it was supposed to end up. “I-I’m sorry mom I d-d-d-d-d-didn’t mean for you to get that p-package. I guess I ended up getting fucked in the end, huh?” -------------- Accepted!

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Ooc info

Name/alias: Cj

Pronouns: She or they

Age: 15

Timezone: Eastern time

Ic info:

Full name: Trent Boyett

Birthday: January 4th

Sexuality, gender, pronouns: Straight, Cis male, he/him

Age: 20

Sample paragraph:

Trent sighed in relief, finally being released from jail once again. He lost his childhood and part of his teenage years thanks to the four boys and Butters taking his life away by setting a teacher on fire - twice! Butters saw the whole thing but didn’t acknowledge to help him. Due to all the fire incidents he grew to be anxious and scared of fire, which was one of his favorite things to do. Ten years of being in jail was hell for Trent Boyett, he ate shitty food, was sexually and physically assaulted a few times, and occasionally got into some violent fights. He didn’t want to think about it too much. All he wanted to think about was to get out of jail, and not put up with it ever again.

When his jail cell open for him to free, he actually smiled for the first time in a while. He was going to be a free man again after another five years, that added up to a total of ten years in jail. Trent has since grown into a beast, looking more terrifying than he ever was, he got more tattoos and additional piercings that other inmates did put on him. Puberty really does hit some people like a train.

He walked to the front desk of the building and spots a cop filling out paperwork for a different person. The cop looked up at Trent and said, “Ah, Trent your release day already huh? Well since you’re already here, I’m going to give you your stuff back.” He got out a sealed envelope for Trent and opened it for him. Trent got his switchblade, clothes from forth grade, and other items he had on him at the time of his arrest. Once the officer gave Trent his stuff back, he smirked and opened the exit cell for Trent to leave. He clenched his fists, knowing that he will get revenge on the boys that betrayed and enraged him. Even if it’s the last thing he’ll do. They don’t know what’s coming for them. Hell ------------------------------- Accepted

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Application for Shelly Belly

OOC info: 

Name/Alias: Phoenix

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 19

Timezone: UTC + 1.00

IC info:

Full name: Shelly Marsh

Birthday: November 24th

Sexuality, gender, pronouns: Heteroflexible, female, She/her

Age: 22

Sample paragraph:

Perfect, it always had to be perfect. Everything - her looks, hobbies, having a useful job, good grades, fit body, always dressed nicely, always acting nice, being good wife materials. It always had to be perfect.

But that wasn´t reality. Especially not for Shelly. She had flaws, like everyone else - just wanting to be a rebel, wear cozy clothes, eat unhealthy food - just ignore all the unspoken rules. Though, she knew life wasn´t like that - especially not with her troubled past….

“Finally!” She chirped, thowing off her bra, jumping into her sweatpants and  dropping onto the couch as a small, black kitten trottled into her lap. 

At least she could cheat on her morals now and then ——————– Accepted!

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South Park Hero Academy;

A South Park Discord Based Superhero AU RP Group is now open!

South Park Hero Academy is a Superpowers/School AU Roleplaying Group based off the hit comedy show South Park! We Rp on Discord, so please have an account before signing up! All roleplayers are welcome, as long as you follow our rules and have a love for RP and South Park! …And Superheroes. Feel free to apply!

We currently have a lot of great characters available such as:

Kenny McCormick

Tweek Tweak

Token Black

Jimmy Valmer

All of the Goths

All of the Vamps

All of the Girls

Gregory of Yardale

Christophe “Ze Mole” Delorne

Damien Thorn

and many more!!

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Tweek Application!

OOC Info Name/Alias: Adrian Pronouns: they/them Age: 20 Timezone: US Central IC Info Full name: Tweek Tweak Birthday: December 16th (That’s his first debut I don’t really know his real one. Not that i’ve heard about it either way) Sexuality, gender, pronouns: Asexual up until he falls in love and develops feelings. Male. He/Him Age: (The main cast around 19) 19 why not Sample paragraph:  The loud thumping of his heart and the slick sweat coating his hands didn’t help when he’s supposed to be paying attention to the presentations of his fellow classmates. Tweek swallows dryly and fiddles with his already messy shirt. ‘Oh goD…I’m uP aFTER THIS. WHAT IF I TRIP. Or maybe somewhere outside there’s someone that’s gonna try to shoot me in the heaD!!’ Tweek screams a bit earning him a few side glances from his classmates. He grimaces as he feels some twitching coming around. The dull singular clapping at Token’s finished presentation brings him back to reality. “Alright Tweek. Show the class what you got.” Tweek tries to breathe but his throat was closed shut. He hesitantly walks to the front of the class. Suddenly out of the corner of his eyes he sees movement in the bushes outside of the window. Tweek drops his poster board almost immediately. “OH MY GOD. THEY ARE HERE TO KILL ME. AAAAAAAHHH.” Tweek runs out of the classroom faster than the fastest kid in class and leaves everyone completely dumbfounded. The loud screaming even caught the attention of the gardener who peeks his head over the bushes into the classroom with a curious expression on his face.

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Accepted!

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OOC Info Name; Mira Pronouns; She/her Age; 15 Timezone; Pacific IC Info Full Name; Leslie Meyers Birthday; October 27th Sexuality; Pansexual Gender/Pronouns; Cis Female, She/her Age; 18 Sample Para; Having your face caved in wasn’t a very fun experience. Not at all. But it was what had happened to Leslie, and ever since her company had been working on fixing her and making her better than before. Today marked the release of Leslie 2.0, now upgraded to better portray human emotions and learn much quicker than before. Unnaturally colored blue eyes slowly opened, their color sharply contrasting the pale skin that coated her body. The perfect face shape, the perfect figure. Made to appear soft and delicate, despite the fact she was the exact opposite.  Her hand slowly raised so she could observe it, fingers moving one at a time as her cognitive abilities returned to her. It had been so long since her body had been able to move. She couldn’t tell whether she liked it or not, but she figured she’d find that out eventually. After awhile she regained the ability to move her legs once more, and she made a cautious step forward. She needed to find clothing soon, being exposed felt unnatural and made her uneasy- someone could attack her and she’d have nothing to block it with.  Making her way down the hall, she found just what she needed- Clothing. It strongly resembled what she wore last time she was ‘alive’, but she didn’t mind that. She’d get new clothes once she was back. Speaking of which, there was one little mountain town that she still needed to get revenge on for ruining her plans… That was going to be her first stop as soon as she was let free. Prepare yourselves, South Park. I will not be defeated so easily this time. ---------------------------- Accepted!! <3

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Ooc info:

Name/Alias: Cj or Scarlet

Pronouns: She/they

Age: 15

Timezone: Eastern time

Ic info:

Full name: Bebe Stevens

Birthday: August 13 1998

Sexuality, gender, pronouns: Bisexual, Cis female, she/her

Age: 19

Sample paragraph:

Bebe sighed getting off the school bus after a long day after school. She walks from her bus stop to her front door, then heads into her house and walks upstairs to her room. As soon as she got in her room she lifts up her mattress to find her red journal that has unicorns, cats and a nirvana sticker on it. She uses her journal to write her thoughts and what happened to her in her everyday life.

In her journal entry for today she writes,

“Dear journal,

Today has been an interesting day. This morning there was a fight between Cartman and Heidi again over some stupid shit, haha. I don’t know why Heidi’s still with Cartman after all of these years. Like I was going to find Wendy but then I saw a crowd surrounding Cartman and Heidi, I saw them cursing each other out, insulting each other and throwing hands. But you guys know that teachers always break up fights either before it happened or during it. Many people were disappointed of course, for me all I care about is that Heidi is safe now.

By 3rd plusciousjstory class, everyone in my class was talking about how Mysterion saved the town again from robbers and helped out little kids. I was interested so I then engaged in conversation, apparently he goes to our school and could be one of the boys and we might not know it at all. I hope that he’s super cute and a great guy in real life. Many people speculate that it’s Kenny, Stan, Kyle, Clyde, or Craig. I really don’t want to make guess on it because it doesn’t matter who is behind the mask, and I doubt Clyde would be him because he never keeps secrets from me and I’m his girlfriend. Some people point fingers at each other saying "You could be him!” I just shrugged it off then talked to Lola about wanting to go to the mall this weekend to buy stuff at H&M.

Lunch time came around and me and my girls are talking about you know, regular things like our boyfriends, crushes, shows on TV or Netflix, plans for the weekend and talking shit about some of the lame people at this school. I brought up with all of the girls that we should go to the mall this weekend to buy shoes, makeup, new clothes and nail stuff. Millie, Wendy, Lola, and Nichole are the only one’s who accepted my offer to go to the mall with me. Red had a date that weekend, Heidi is wanting to stay home, Theressa has a family emergency, and Kelly Pinkerton has physical therapy for her broken leg from tripping down the stairs about two weeks ago.

The rest of the day was just normal, I sat next to Clyde on the bus discussing if we should see a romantic comedy movie this weekend preferably on Sunday. Kyle and Cartman are belittling each other as usual, same old, same old. While some of the goth kids are smoking on the bus? How is that allowed? The bus driver doesn’t give a single shit what we do. Hell, if there was a fight or some kid getting head he still wouldn’t give a damn!“

Bebe sighs in relief, closing up her journal, then lifts up her mattress and puts it back in there. "That was way more than I normally write today.” She said moving her luscious blonde hair away from her face. She then gets her homework out, places it on her desk and then starts to work on it. Bebe puts on her reading glasses to look closely at her novel that her English class is assigned to read for the unit. The book that she’s assigned for is The Glass Castle that talks about poverty and resiliency through out the book. So then, her day went on. ------------------------------------- Accepted