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[Citrus]

[SIZE=1]Some people may think that kids in Asia just study and be smart. Well not necessarily. Did you know the suicide rate in Japan is slowly reaching the highest point than any other country in the world? Did you know girls in China usually fall into the depressing act of abortion almost every hour? Well this RP is dedicated to ALL the kids of the world that are trying to make it through. Welcome to the ?Real Life?.
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??Ok kids. I hope you enjoyed your first week of school!?

Moans and groans started to fill the air of the classroom.

?Oh c?mon cheer up! We have three more minutes of school left, be happy you?re done with your first week of school!?

A hand slowly rose in to the air followed by a voice, ?Ms. Liu?. Can I use the bathroom? I don?t feel so good.?

?What?s the matter Ng??

?I just? need to use the bathroom.?

?Um ok, take the pass. But real quick.?

?Thanks Ms. Liu?.? As the girl got up she quickly ran toward the pass covering her behind. One of the boys began to snicker; she turned around with an angry expression on her face.

?Shut up!?

?Why should I??

Walking toward the boy the girl extended her hand sending it toward his face. When her hand touched his face she quickly took it back and walked toward the door.

?Ms. Ng! That was un-called for. And Mr. A Zhao you have no business laughing at other people!? Ms. Liu pushed up her glasses a little and walked toward A Zhao placing a slip on his desk.

?You will be seeing the principal after school.?

?But-?

?You should have not talked back and just have let her be.?

[B][I]Anger?.[/I][/B]


?So are you gonna go to the ice rink with us??

?Sure. Who else is going??

?You know, just the gang.?

?Ah, you gonna invite that new girl??

?No, foreigners can?t skate! You know that!? A few evil snickers escaped the girls mouth. The other girl looked at her in disbelief.

?Your boyfriend-?

?He?s from Puerto Rico, and plus he doesn?t have? you know. That kind of skin.?

?What do you mean!? Our skin is??

?Exactly. We?re Singaporeans, she is not. That?s the way it goes down here Pear.?

[B][I]Racism?[/I][/B]

Small puffs of smoke escaped the mouths of three boys who leaned against the wall in an alleyway. Another boy passed by not noticing them.

?Yo, Max!?

The boy turned around and walked toward the alleyway waving.

?Try a cig, its fun.?

?Uh, no thanks guys. I need to get home and change for-?

?Do you want people to think you?re a geek?? The older boy re-positioned himself as he pulled out a cigarette handing it toward Max.

?No really. It?s ok.?

The older boys face grew annoyed as he got off the wall and walked toward Max.

?What? Your gonna take this cig and smoke it.?

?No I?m not.? Max turned around and broke into a small jog down the street leaving the three boys to watch, the one still with the cigarette in hand.

[B][I]Peer Pressure?[/I][/B]

These are only some of the events that happen around here. But most of you are thinking ?Oh that will never happen to me.? Well sorry to burst your little bubble but this is the real thing. This is ?Real Life? a High School saga about the kids at Xing Zhia Highschool.



[CENTER][B]Name[/B]: Something Chinese, Indian, or just regular names.
[B]Age[/B]: 16-18
[B]Gender[/B]: Male or Female
[B]Appearance[/B]: Pic or description
[B]Character Snippet[/B]: This can be about anything. This is what Who Am I? And I will be judging on the most.[/CENTER][/SIZE]

[Kitty]

[COLOR=Blue][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Nikkie
[B]Age:[/B] 17
[B]Gender:[/B] Female

[B]Appearance:[/B] [Will Edit]

[B]Character Snippet:[/B] I didn't know. I swear I didn't. Nobody did. Not her father, not her mother, not even her boyfriend, the one who she told everything to. She hadn't told [i]anyone[/i]. But they were blaming it all on me as if I had known all along and just didn't bother telling anyone.

Ellie died a few months ago. I felt like dying, too. I hadn't known. All that time, she was hiding it from everyone. Nobody could tell. She never looked any different. And then.. the call. She called me at midnight and said 'it was time'. I asked her if she was high. She growled impatiently, then howled at me over the phone. Well, not at me, but she howled pretty loudly.

Then she told me.

I froze. There in bed, phone at my ear, in the middle of the night, stunned by the news.

Ellie was having a baby.

"Are you joking?!" I screamed, wishing with all my might that she was.

"No! Hurry, call Tommy!" she moaned, breathing hard.

"W-Where are you?" I stammered, the rational part of my brain beginning to recover.

"My house-" She stopped to let out another howl, followed by a few more moments of heavy breathing. "My parents are visiting my grandmother in Yishun."

"Okay.. I'll grab some clothes, drive over and call Tommy on the way. I'll tell him to meet us at the hospital."

She whimpered a weak 'okay' between her grunts and heavy breathing.

I went to a lot of effort that night. I dressed quickly and quietly, grabbed my father's keys off the hook by the garage door, then jetted off into the night to help Ellie. As I had said, I called Tommy, her boyfriend and the father, though for some reason I couldn't figure it out at the time. He sounded a bit hesitant, but agreed to meet us at the hospital.

I had never particularly liked Tommy, and had thought he was bad for Ellie when they first started dating. But they'd lasted a year, and he hadn't done anything worse than getting really drunk at a party and barfing in the car while we drove back. We never stopped teasing him about that. I had to admit, he was dependable and loving, though I hadn't seen this at first.

I parked in her driveway and saw the light on in the living room. I ran to the door and pounded on it. The door opened to reveal a red-faced Ellie in her bedtime attire: a small shirt and boxers. She didn't look pregnant. Not at all. I would've asked why, but felt that it was more important to get her to the car and to the hospital as fast as I could.

As she wobbled towards the car, I rushed inside to grab her house key, which she always left on the kitchen counter when not in use. I ran back to the front door, locked it, then ran back to my father's Jaguar which he had imported from a Japanese dealership.

I wondered to myself afterwards as to why I took his rather expensive car instead of my mother's, which was just a simple four-door Honda, though it was always reliable.

I was probably speeding the whole drive to the hospital. I'm surprised I didn't get a ticket since I drove through every stop light at seventy plus miles per hour. Ellie's birthing sounds from the back seat kept me in a panic, nearly making me crash into every car on the road.

When we finally arrived, I rushed her inside and she was immediatly taken by two men who were dressed in weird aqua apron-like things, with matching hats and masks. They sat her down slowly into a wheelchair and rushed her away. A woman at the desk asked for a bunch of information, some of which I could give her, and some of which I could not.

Tommy arrived minutes later.

We sat in that room for twelve hours. And that was just when we were awake. In total, I think we were there for almost a day. When I had read every magazine laying on the table, exhausted all possible conversation out of Tommy, and seen more than fifty different people go in and come back out, I began to think to myself.

Would father be mad at me for taking his car? I had left a note. Maybe the circumstances would make him ease up for once..

What would happen to Ellie? Would her parents disown her or accept the child and help her raise it? Would Tommy be a good father? Would Ellie even survive the process?

Looking back on that day now, I regret ever asking myself the question. At first, I blamed myself for her death. I figured that it was my fault for bringing her strength in to question. She was strong willed, and would have made it had I not doubted her.

But it wasn't my fault. The doctors said she must've thought she was getting fat or something and started doing whatever she could to stay skinny. The baby was born a mere three pounds six ounces, and had to have life support for two months. It was a baby girl. Her parents kept her and named her Ellie, but refuse to let Tommy or me anywhere near her, blaming the two of us for it all.

When the nurse came out and told us the news, I felt, like I said before, like dying. I had just sat there for almost twenty four hours, not trying to help, not hoping for the best, or anything. I had sat there like a useless lump and let my friend die. Tommy attempted suicide later that night, but was found by his father and had the idea beaten out of him.

I don't blame Tommy for what happened. He didn't know either. He couldn't have stopped it, either. And the worst part is, he was willing to take little Ellie. He [i]wanted[/i] to raise that little baby girl. He sat by her side, holding her tiny hand in his while she rested in that plastic box, day after day.

I used to blame myself. Mainly right after she died. But a month later, I realised it wasn't my fault. It wasn't anyone's fault. I hadn't done anything, and I couldn't have done anything. The whole thing just made life that much harder to deal with.



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EDIT: I don't know any last names common in Singapore, so I'll just give my character a first name for now. ^_^;; Sorry 'bout that. >_<

And I added the Character Snippet, which I made a bit too long (I think, anyway), and also somewhat dark and depressing. It's about teenage pregnancy sooo... yeah. <_< Enjoy.. I guess. x3 Will get the appearance up ASAP. [/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Who Am I?]

[SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] [COLOR=Red]Yura[/COLOR]

[B]Age:[/B] [COLOR=Red]18[/COLOR]

[B]Gender:[/B] [COLOR=Red]Male[/COLOR]

[B]Appearance:[/B] [COLOR=Red][list]
[*][B]Height:[/B] 180 cm or 5'10''
[*][B]Skin:[/B] Fair
[*][B]Body:[/B] Lean and a bit muscular
[/list]
He is a atheletic type of guy and he likes to play basketball. He a mellow and carefree kind of guy. He's not the serious type and likes to have fun with friends.[/COLOR]

[B]Character Snippet: [/B] [COLOR=Red]I came across a party one night with my older brother.

"This party is off the hook!" My brother, James, shouted.

I dragged my feet across the floor behind him. See...I didn't want to go to this party because I don't know anyone here. I felt left out and my brother was having all kinds of fun. I walked to a table and order a drink and some nachos. I was lost in space and I didn't know where my brother was. I started to search for him and I found him with a bunch of people.

[B][Edit later..][/B] [/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Citrus]

[SIZE=1]*sigh* Update here.

In Singapore there aren't many "white" people. When I meant regular names I kind of meant first names like Michael, Max, Amy, Cassie, Vannessa. Names like those. Sorry if I did not make this clear enough. Samsquatch I am going to have to ask you to chang your characters name to something a little more oriental. Same goes for you Kitty. Sorry guys. When I edit this with my sign-up you'll see what I mean.[/SIZE]

[bogger3k]

Name: Ying

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Appearance: Will come up with something soon.

Character Snippet:

Ying is shoved back by the larger man. He trips over and falls to the floor a bruse just beginning to form around his eye. "This is the last time I'm going to tell you this." The man said to him. "Be home before nine you little punk. Next time I'll do more than just give you a shinner." The door is slammed behind him and Ying spits out a bit of blood from his bleeding gums.

"I hate you." Ying whispers to the man who has gone now. "I hate you. Why couldn't mother have just left you a long time ago?"

Ying stands back up a little weak from his struggle with his much stronger step father. He takes a seat on his bed and pulls out a picture of his mother. She had passed away about a year ago leaving him in the hands of this man. He abuses him and mistreats him, but what can he do? The kids at school wonder where he gets his injuries from and he lies. What can he do?

Ying sobs a bit pulling the picture of his mother to his chest. He continued until he passed out.

[Citrus]

[SIZE=1][CENTER][B]Name[/B]: Xing Pao Lee
[B]Age[/B]: 17
[B]Gender[/B]: Female
[B]Appearance[/B]: [URL=http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y239/IceQueen12/Leslie.jpg]Click[/URL] Xing stands about 5?7?? and weighs roughly around 119 lbs. Her hair is silky black and a little bit longer than in the picture, but she usually does have them in ponytails. During the winter Xing lets her hair down and wears a pink hair clip. She has pretty fair skin, somewhat nearing the tan side but also leaning toward light skinned. Though she does like to go to the beach once in a while to get her usual tan, but her skin turns light during the winter. Overall Xing changes during the seasons.

[B]Character Snippet[/B]: Xing Pao?s father was a government official. They didn?t get paid much but she and her father survived, Xing focused on her studies and her dad focused on his job. Everything was ok? until she met Mark. Mark was a nice guy; he was about two years older then Xing. He was nice and caring, Xing found this attractive and fell in love with him. They spent almost everyday with each other, and then Xing found out a dark secret about her boyfriend. He was a gang member.

Devastated Xing was afraid that she will never see her boyfriend again, but he made a promise. He would always take the small yellow bow tied to her jacket. And he would always return it to her on the corner of street in the small village. Days passed and gang violence rose. Xing Pao knew that one of these days her love wasn?t going to come back. But her least of worries came true, when the prime minister of Korea came to visit. That was the day she became an orphan. This is the story of Xing Pao Lee.


?Daughter, I am so proud of you. Your mother would have been too if she were here.?

Xing forced a small smile on to her face as she remembered her mother. Such sweet memories were those of her mother, but one was not so sweet. Sour instead. Her mother died of a brain tumor, there was no way of saving her. Xing then looked back at her father smiling warmly and repositioned her self at the piano continuing to play.

After a couple of minutes Xing got up from her seat and walked over to a coat rack and retrieved her jack heading out the door, she called to her father.

?I am going for my walk papa!?

Xing placed her hands in the pocket of her jacket seeing her breath in the cold air of winter. As she took the corner she bumped into a guy. She fell backwards the boy only stumbled a bit, but he held his hand out helping Xing to her feet.

?Uh sorry. I was just in a rush and-?

?It?s ok; I am the one who knocked you down.?

Xing blushed a little as she looked down. The boy lifted her head up asking a simple question.

?What?s your name??

?Xing Pao? you can call me Xing?

?I?m Mark. And I am very happy to meet you here.?

The boy smiled showing his milky white teeth, Xing was instantly attracted to him. He then offered to walk with her, Xing agreed. It was soon that they became more then friends, falling in love with each other.

[WILL FINISH LATER][/CENTER] [/SIZE]