"Sh*t!" Nepolia said under her breath, after seeing her terrible test score. Another test my parents won't see, she thought. Nepolia had the average punker/goth attitude; she dressed in black, and was drop-dead- gorgeous. Brown hair, currently died black, cascaded gently to mid-back with full soft waves, her face and body were perfectly proportioned and beautiful; her skin was fair and would tan easily, even though right now it's a little pale, and as beautiful as she was people still seemed to be scared of her. She just assumed they thought her look was scary not her, but she hasn't gotten a chance to prove that theory yet. Mostly because everyone in her school, or neighborhood, would talk to her.
Nepolia did have one friend, in fact he was her best friend. The only reason he hanged out with her was because they had known each other since they were 5.He knows her better than anyone else, and vice versa. In school they're rarely seen apart. Someone spread rumors that they were going out, so Nepolia tracked the person down. When she found out who the person was she beat him up. Ronny asked if she had any morals after hearing about the incident. Her answer was: that she did and they were: she'll only pummel someone if she thinks they deserve it; she only steals from big department stores; and she keeps an open mind to everyone. He was surprised by the last one, because everyone judged her right upon seeing her appearance. But she just gave him a part of her big, long philosophy speech:
"If people don't like me that's their problem," Nepolia would start in her lecture tone. "If at one point someone decides they like me then I'm going to keep open to their friendship. If they seem to be using me