Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-68.98.145.50-20200117171621/@comment-68.98.145.50-20200127143656

Paris brushed back a loose strand of her red hair behind her ear. Soccer tryouts were today. Great. Her parents would kill her if she didn't go. They'd been bugging her about her social life since she didn't have any friends, and they thought her being on the soccer team might help her interact with other students more.She wondered how long it would take them to realize she just wasn't very social.

Sometimes she wished that would change. It;d be nice to have a friend. Someone she could talk to. Or maybe a boyfriend, like 80% of the girls at her school.

She sighed. This was silly. She didn't need a boyfriend. She was only 15, struggling through 10th grade. She didn't need any of that overwhelming drama now. And besides, Calice Preyus probably didn't even know she existed. Now was not the time to hope.

Maybe if she made the soccer team, she'd make some new friends, and her parents wouldn't worry so much about her.

-NinjaTeddyBear