1. My parents travel a lot!
2. I got bullied by everyone in school.
3. If I don't have my book in front of me then I can't answer your question.
So you know what? Fine go make fun of me like my "best friend" does. Yeah maybe home school daploma (I'm Afrikaans so I can't spell most things right and I am sorry about it) anyway, maybe that won't be good enough but you come try figuring the work out by yourself. You come try sitting in your room for hours just to figure out one math problem. No, I do not have real friiends but there won't ever be a difference! If I come close to someone then I think I can trust them when they say "You can tell me everything". I tell them about my scars and they label me emo in 5 seconds. So I'm sorry my life doesn't have friends in it or I homeschool instead of real school but just btw my mom gets the school books from the fucking school!
I need some sleep. Please post our rp links here so if my notifications get spammed, I'll have them. Love you guys! Nini! Lovey. If you don't post ours here. I will hunt you down, and snuggle you to death!!! xD
It's your turn in our RPs. @Miyo Huge bios aren't necessarily better than short ones. I've seen people write down four or five paragraphs for a history, but the whole thing really didn't say that much. I'd take a good short bio over a bad long one any day.
I've been roleplaying for almost 6 years, and I still find my self stumped when I want to rp and have nothing in my head. and Awesome :3 I posted it in my journal if you wanna chek it out and I ahve it on a few cults.
I'll have to agree with Angel_of_Shadow on that. A lot of people just make their bios as wordy as possible to make themselves look better with the multiple paragraphs. Meanwhile, I really have to work on separating mine into paragraphs instead of having one paragraph with 500+ words for the history on some characters. ^_^" BooBear I know how that feels sometimes, wanting to roleplay and not being sure on what to write for the posts you currently owe. It can be frustrating sometimes.
That was all that Layla heard anymore. No birds, not children, no adults. Nothing. She liked it that way, after the death of her son and most of the people she knew. She wanted just to be left alone. The quiet woods only let her mind drift into darker places than they already had. Since her fiance was sent to the front line to fend off the virus, she hadn't seen him. Other's told her that he was dead, maybe infected. But she didn't listen. Months after he left, she gave birth to their son. Little James.
But that was only four short years ago that he was taken from her, and most of the people she felt safe with.
Layla slowly opened her eyes, looking up at the ceiling of the little cabin she had found, it was sturdy enough just for the night, maybe two. She slowly looked around, not moving at all before she listened to every thing, that rat in the corner, the owl in the attic, even the bird that was a good four yards from the cabin.
She slowly sat up, yawning softly and playing with her wild mess of hair. She then guided the black tangle up into a pony tail, trying it tightly with a hair band. She looked over at the table, were many of her weapons lay. She slowly got up, moving over to the table, touching the compound bow first.
This was her most trusted weapon. she had deadly aim with it, so did she with her other weapons, the rifle, the two hand guns. But the bow was the only one she trusted enough for hunting.
She sighed softly, looking out the window, between to planks of wood, seeing someone hike through the brush. It didn't waver like an infected, it held a weapon.
"Time to party" She whispered to herself as she picked up her hand guns, slid them into the back of her jeans and grabbed her rifle, ready for a fight.
@Miyo Huge bios aren't necessarily better than short ones. 
Angel_of_Shadow
*hugs*
