Hiya everyone!
I decided to write an OC story for my OC, Rhiannon Edwards (who is in two other OC stories :DD!!)
So, send in your OC's!!!
More info at the end of ze chapter :)
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High rise, veins of the avenue
Bright eyes and subtle variations of blue
Everywhere is balanced there like a rainbow above you
Street lights glisten on the boulevard
And cold nights make staying alert so hard
For heaven's sake, keep me awake so I won't be caught off guard
Clearly I am a passerby but I'll find a place to stay
Dear pacific day, won't you take me away?
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My alarm clock beeped like crazy, and I slapped at it until I got fed up and just yanked it off my night stand and threw it against the wall. I was exhausted, and being woken up at 6:30 in the morning wasn't exactly my cup of tea. Plus, today was my first day of high school in a totally new town.
South Park was such a small town that everyone knew eachother, word spread around quickly, and new-comers like me were gawked at. But every redneck on our block made us cookies or something, giving it to my mother. They already KNEW my mother, I knew the real reason they were coming with these 'welcome, new neighbors' goodies.
They wanted to see me.
Rhiannon Edwards, who they heard sooo much about.
I'd answer the door a few times, waiting a minute or two until whoever it was took in my appearence. I had bleach blonde hair that was down to my waist, cut in choppy layers until my collar bone. I had this choppy fringe going across my forehead, and my hair was dyed so many shades of blues, pinks, purples and greens that my mother called me 'Rainbow Head'. My eyes were a dark brown color, and were usually covered in eyeliner, mascara, and eyeshadow. I had flawless skin, honestly, and have only had one zit in my entire 15 year old life. And it was two years ago. I had lip piercings and a nose stud (my mother had a heart attack when she saw me).
None of my clothes matched, but that's how I like it. I loved animal print, but I swear to God, I will NEVER use real animal skin or fur. I love animals way too much. I also love skirts too much. And All Time Low. I also always wore a bow in my hair, whether it was a tiny one or a ginormous one, I always wore one.
Mr/Mrs At-The-Door would then hand mea plate of either cookies or brownies, and then proceed to ask me my interests and hobbies. I'm a sarcastic bastard, and I'd give them each different answers to freak them out. Like for example, some Jewish woman and her husband came around, asked me what my interests were, and I so casually replied, 'Oh, just locking people in gas chambers, like that Hitler guy did. I bow down to him, he's the shit.'
Needless to say I had a talk with my mother that night about religious intolerence.
Anyway, I got out of bed quite sluggishly, and proceeded to the bathroom to fill up the sink with cold-ass water, and dunk my face in to wake myself up. Then was ten minutes blow-drying my hair. I brushed my teeth with Bubble-Gum flavored tooth paste (I hate mint with a passion), peed, and left to my bedroom.
It didn't take me long to pick out an outfit. I picked out a teal shirt that went to my elbows, and a hot pink 'All Time Low' tank-top over that. I also wore blue-jean skinny jeans with rips on the knees, and red and blue tights underneath so you could see them through the rips. I put on my low-top red Converse, and a few bracelets and bangles on my arms, and a pink polka-dot bow in my hair. I have to admit, I looked fabbity.
It took me another ten minutes to apply my heavy eyeliner and mascara until it looked perf, and by now it was seven A.M. I grabbed my checkerboard jacket with the faux-fur on the hood and zipped it on, slinging my school bag over my shoulder and going down the stairs two-by-two.
"Good morning, Rhi-Rhi." My mother greeted, handing me a Chocolate pop-tart.
"Goo' mor'in, mumsy-ki'z." I said through a mouth-full of Chocolatey Pop-tart goodness. "I'm out."
I left my cosy abode, and headed towards the school bus stop. God dammit, why was it so cold here? Snow covered the ground, and I could see my breath. Trees were everywhere, and in the orangey-blue sky, the sun was still rising. South Park was insanely different from BayBridge, Florida, where I had lived until I was 12. After that, I didn't ever go outside until I turned 14, but that wasn't my fault. Stupid retards at the asylum wouldn't let me.
As I approached the bus stop, I noticed a few other people were there. Some twitchy crack kid with crazy blonde hair (who is actually pretty cute, if I do say so myself). His name was Tweek, and I knew because his parents were one of the man Mr and Mrs At-the-Door's. They told me how their blonde son was always jittery because he survived on coffee. There was also a taller boy with a blue chullo hat with a yellow pom-pom on the top. He had over grown bangs swept to the side, and he was wearing the skinniest skinny jeans I ever saw a boy wear. He was gorgey, honestly. I met the kid's parents, but I couldn't remember his name. A girl with Taylor Swift-curly blonde hair was also there, and she was wearing a white parka with faux-fur on the hood, and a mini-skirt and dark brown Uggs. They're called Uggs for a reason- they're ugly.
I guess they heard my footsteps crunching in the snow, because they all turned to look at me at the same times.
"GAH!" Tweek clutched his hair, cowering behind the pom-pom boy.
Pom-pom boy looked me up and down, making a 'tsk' noise.
The blonde girl looked me up at down, chewing on her bottom lip.
I stood there awkwardly. They didn't try to talk to me, and I didn't try and talk to them. Fucking country hicks.
They stared at me until the bus came, then they all took a break from staring and boarded the bus. The bus driver was some creepy old lady who was eyeing me.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON MY BUS, YOU HIPPIE!?" She screamed at me as I walked by. I rolled my eyes.
Everyone was talking to eachother, quite loudly for a morning bus, and the second I got on, they all stopped talking and stared at me. You hear about this happening to the new kid in movies all the time, but I never expected for it to be true. It was actually pretty... awkward.
Most of the seats were taken, and I had to walk until the middle of the bus when I found some adorable little blonde kid listening to his IPod. He had shaggy blonde hair, and his bangs reached his eye lashes. He had the biggest, bluest eyes I have ever seen. He was wearing light blue skinny jeans, Black converse, and a light blue parka.
"Can I sit here?" I asked, and he looked up at me. God, I nearly hugged him, he's so freaking adorable!
"Sure!" He grinned, scooting over. I sat down next to him, resting my bag on my lap.
"What's your name?" He asked in a pre-pubescent boy voice.
"Rhiannon Edwards." I replied. "You?"
"Leopold Stotch!" He replied, grinning. "But everyone calls me Butters!"
I laughed. "Why?"
His eye brows furrowed in confusion, and he sighed. "I dunno," He shrugged. Then he held up an ear phone to me. "Wanna listen?"
"Why not." I took the ear phone from his little fingers and put it in my ear.
"But she wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts,
She's Cheer Captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time..." Butters sang along to lyrics of the country-pop song.
"What song is this?" I asked, and his mouth popped open in shock. He actually gasped. I never thought people actually gasped, but I guess they do.
"You've never heard 'You Belong With Me'!?" He was in pure shock of my music idiocy.
"...No." I said back, pursing my lips.
"By Taylor Swift?!?" He asked, his voice raised a little in volume.
"Oh!" I rolled my eyes, as if saying 'I'm too stupid'. "I've heard of her. She got dissed my Kanye West, right?"
"Yeah! I hate him! Taylor rocks!" Butters was getting worked up. His hands were balled into fists.
"Haha, I hate rap music in general. There are a few songs I like, but I just hate rap." I shrugged.
"Do you know this song?" Butters asked, and put on 'Down'.
I sort of flailed my arms, and jumped a little in my seat. "Dude! I LOVE this song!"
For the rest of the bus ride, Butters and I listened to each other's IPods. We figured we'd get to know eachother better if we knew what type of music we liked. His IPod consisted of Taylor Swift, Miley Cyrus, Cascada, Hellogoodbye, Owl City, and a million other bands. Mine consisted of All Time Low, Boys Like Girls, Mindless Self Indulgence, Howie Day, Jimmy Eat World, Metro Station, and some million other bands I love. Butters's favorite is Taylor Swift, and mine is All Time Low.
I walked in the doors of South Park High with Butters, and that movie-thingy happened again. Where everyone stared at you, not speaking, watching your every move. I already had my schedule and locker shit printed out, so I just tried to ignore to ignore the creepy blank stares as I made my way to my locker. When I got there, I took off my jacket and stuffed it in there, but I always carried my stuff around in my shoulder bag, so I just closed my locker and went into my homeroom.
Again, movie-thingy-staring happened again. It's really starting to creep me out...
"Alright, class, we have a new student joining us today." The teacher said.
Was it just me or was this teacher very manly looking for a female?
"Her name is Rhonda Edwards," She continued.
"It's Rhiannon." I interrupted.
"Well aren't we snippy, ya little bastard." She said back. "Sorry, Her Highness's name is Rhiannon Edwards..."
I stared in shock. What kind of teacher was this?!
"I'm Mrs. Garrison," She said to me, before shooing me to sit down in the back row. The second I sat down, all the other students turned around to stare at me.
"Can I help you?" I scowled at them.
I felt something wet on my hair.
"Taste the rainbow," some boy said. The freak licked my hair!!!
"What was that for?!" I exclaimed, wiping my hair from any spit.
"Your hair reminds me of skittles." The brunette boy said. His voice was somewhat nasaly.
"Alright, but you didn't have to freakin' lick my hair." I replied in monotone.
"Hehe, sorry Skittles." He smiled at me. "I'm Clyde. Clyde Donovan."
"Rhiannon. Rhiannon Edwards," I replied.
"I'm going to call you Skittles," Clyde said, petting my hair.
"Okey-dokey." I said. "Fabbity fab fab."
The bell rang, and I went to first period, ignoring the remarks about my hair that I kept hearing. I walked into first period English with Ms. Monroe, a relatively young brunette teacher.
"Whoa! It looks like a rainbow threw up on her head!" I heard a voice call out. Everyone else laughed. I brushed it off, I love my hair.
"Well Class, this is Rhiannon Edwards, she's new here, she just moved here from...?" Ms. Monroe trailed off, looking at me to finish her sentence.
"Florida." I said, looking at all the kids in my class. I noticed Pom-Pom boy and Blonde Girl were in my class.
"Alright, so I'm going to put you in groups, and you can get aquainted and what-not while I finish some work I have to do," Ms. Monroe said. She pointed me in the direction of a group sitting in the corner of the classroom near the windows. I sat down on a chair in the circle.
"Hey," I broke the silence of the creepy stares. "I'm Rhiannon Edwards, and I love All Time Low."
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Cheer up and dry your damp eyes and tell me when it rains
And I'll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veins
Cuz your heart has a lack of color and we should've known
That we'd grow up sooner or later cuz we wasted all our free time alone
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So what did you think? Send in your OC's, male or female, please! Please include name, age, crush, schedule, personality, likes, dislikes, looks, etc.
This is how Rhiannon looks, by the way : .
And her name is pronounced Ria-non :)
And I haven't decided who to pair her up with so you can crush on anyone, even if some one else is, it'd make the story more interesting with cat fights XD!