Killah B
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*This RPG is about teenagers struggling through their daily lives. They attend Chesterfield High School, go to parties, and make friends with each other.
WELCOME TO CHESTERFIELD HIGH! PLEASE, MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME IN OUR WONDERFUL SCHOOL. GET YOURSELF INVOLVED IN THE ART/MUSIC CLUB. JOIN A SPORTS TEAM. MAKE SOME FRIENDS. WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT PISS OFF THE TEACHERS, BECAUSE THAT CAN GET YOU EXPELLED. HAVE A NICE DAY.
It is the first day of school. Dexter wakes up, yawns, stretches his arms, and then gets up. He lazily throws on an old band t-shirt and denim jeans. Being the simple-fashioned guy he is, he fluffs up his hair with a comb and brushes his teeth. There. Perfect. Ready for the day!
As he is walking out the door, he throws on his converse shoes, trying to sneak out of the house without his dad waking up. He cannot help but feel tired because of his father staying up drinking all night. The house is trashed again - what's new? - and he knows he is going to have to clean it up once he gets home. What a great life... Dexter thinks miserably to himself.
He finally makes it the school on foot; he does not live far from it. As he is walking up the sidewalk, the new principal greets him with a fake smile plastered on his shiny face. "Hi there! You can call me Mr. Jefferson."
Dexter looks at the bald man and sighs quietly under his breath. "Dexter," he says as an introduction before making a quick escape. This year is already looking bad.
WELCOME TO CHESTERFIELD HIGH! PLEASE, MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME IN OUR WONDERFUL SCHOOL. GET YOURSELF INVOLVED IN THE ART/MUSIC CLUB. JOIN A SPORTS TEAM. MAKE SOME FRIENDS. WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT PISS OFF THE TEACHERS, BECAUSE THAT CAN GET YOU EXPELLED. HAVE A NICE DAY.
It is the first day of school. Dexter wakes up, yawns, stretches his arms, and then gets up. He lazily throws on an old band t-shirt and denim jeans. Being the simple-fashioned guy he is, he fluffs up his hair with a comb and brushes his teeth. There. Perfect. Ready for the day!
As he is walking out the door, he throws on his converse shoes, trying to sneak out of the house without his dad waking up. He cannot help but feel tired because of his father staying up drinking all night. The house is trashed again - what's new? - and he knows he is going to have to clean it up once he gets home. What a great life... Dexter thinks miserably to himself.
He finally makes it the school on foot; he does not live far from it. As he is walking up the sidewalk, the new principal greets him with a fake smile plastered on his shiny face. "Hi there! You can call me Mr. Jefferson."
Dexter looks at the bald man and sighs quietly under his breath. "Dexter," he says as an introduction before making a quick escape. This year is already looking bad.