MsDeathTheKid

 You had a date. You had a date with Rin Okumura.  And you couldn’t be more excited.  The two of you were just going to hang out in his dorm and play video games and such.  You’d gotten dressed in skinny jeans and a fairly nice shirt, under a leather jacket.  After your purse was prepared for everything and anything and your sneakers were tied, you were out the door.  Making your way to the boys’ dorm, you found yourself becoming nervous.  Though you didn’t know why.  You’d known Rin all your life, and had been best friends the same amount of time. Once you were at his dorm room door, you knocked lightly and

(Name) met Fred and George in her first year.  They were in the majority of her classes and in her house.  As funny (and attractive) as they were, she thought that she was invisible to them.  That is until the third month of school.  She was sitting on a ledge on the grounds much past her curfew.  They came from behind her and both took a seat on either side of her.  Both of them had a smirk on their face. "Well lookie here, George." Fred said. "Miss goodie- goodie is out past curfew." George responded.  She rolled your eyes and closed her book. "First off, I have a name." She began, "Second of all I'm not a goodie- goodie.  Just because I

 Bring! “Ugh!” Bring! “Shut up!” Bring! Daisy groaned and sat up.  Grabbing her phone, she looked at the screen.  Incoming call from: Dan Freaking Howell.  She yelped a bit and answered the call.  Holding the phone up to her ear, she cleared her throat.  “Hello?” “Yeah, hi.” Dan said on the line, “I was wondering if maybe you wanted to do something today.  You know, go out, and get something to eat, maybe do a video.” Her heart leapt into her throat.  “Yeah, sure, that’d be great.” Back at his flat, Dan smiled, his dimple showing.  Seeing this, Phil

 Pop pop pop, watch the motherfuckers drop. Soul immediately knew who's note it was when he read it.  And it wasn't because he'd seen the paper fall out of her notebook.  ____ had been bullied pretty much her whole time at the DWMA.  For two and a half years straight she barely ever heard one decent thing said about her.  Soul and all his friends would try and drum up a conversation with her, but always failed.  She was so distant towards them.  Maka said she does that because she's afraid of getting close to someone because she doesn't want to be betrayed. A cool guy like Soul usually wouldn't go after a loser like her.  But she wasn't a

 Kiki Brown was a very snarky girl by nature.  It was an indigenous trait of hers, she was originally from Long Island, New York after all.  Her brain was filled with song lyrics, self defense, and a whole repertoire of sassy comebacks.   She had her bubblegum pink hair cut short, making her look slightly like a boy.  Kiki was a short girl who was fairly thin with a pale complexion and blue eyes.  She was born with the ability to turn into a weapon, something not very known about in Manhattan.  However, after doing lots of internet research, she found Death Weapons and Meister Academy.  Finally, a school that wouldn't bother with vapid classe