Ralston, Jaylee lyric

[Jaylee Lyric Ralston]

JAYLEE RALSTON

full name jaylee lyric ralston
nicknames jay
type original
gender female
age sixteeen
birthday april nineth
group rejects
clique expopular
grade junior
sexuality heterosexual
occupation student
face claim tay jardine
alias mae

persona
artistic, opinionated, sarcastic, good listener, loyal, musical, nerdy, ambitious, outgoing, blunt, dreamer, determined, sport lover, self-conscious, slightly down to earth

life
Jaylee is the only child to Nathaniel and Makayla Ralston. Nathaniel was a self-made man who became the CEO of his booming business while Makayla was a pagent queen and a model when she was younger. Because of this Jaylee was always put into anything that would help her go farther in life. Her mom put her in dance, vocal lessons, and piano while her father made sure she knew how to play his favorite instrument, the guitar. She was put into pre-school as soon as she could speak to make sure that she had an edge on the other kids. At the age of seven her mother also started getting her little girl ready for pageants. Jaylee hated these and was glad when at age twelve she was allowed out of them.

When Jaylee arrived at Manchester on her first day as a freshman she was instantly swept into the crowd of the populars. She wasn't of course graced with an invite to the royals, but she was a-okay with that. Most of the kids in the clique that claimed her she already knew because of summers at the country club her parents had a membership too.

Although Jaylee always saw herself as a prep, she did have the social status to be one, she always looked out at the other cliques wondering where she would fit if her parents hadn't been who they were. This thought process would always be disrupted by someone in her vicinity and she wouldn't think about it again for the next few days.

Entering her junior year she couldn't be more happy. Sure she loves her friends, but she also knows that in two years she will be off to bigger and better things. Her goal is Harvard or New York. She's keeping the dream of New York to herself though because she knows that Harvard is what is expected of her from her parents and peers.

roleplaying sample
The room was silent. When you were as shy as Deme was, it always tended to be like this. The only real exception was if she was with her brother. Or if her roommate was home. Connie always seemed to be asking questions so it was never quiet when she was around. Deme took a deep breath and looked out the window. It didn’t look too bad outside even though she knew it was going to be freezing once she finally did get up and leave her room. She figured she needed to do it soon or else she would end up in her room alone all day. She got up, slipped her shoes on and grabbed her notebook and a pen as she left the room.

Deme wandered the corridors for a little while gazing at faces she wasn’t completely familiar with. See this was another problem with being horribly shy, even when you’ve gone to a school for three years you still can’t exactly put names with faces. Sure you have a slight idea of whose who and can sort of see whose related and of course you know whose dating who because you always seem to be on the side lines watching, but you never truly know a lot of people. Deme pushed through the front door onto the lawn. The cold bit at her face and pierced through her thin sweater. She knew she was forgetting something. Deme tugged her hat a little more over her ears, feeling the floppy thing bounce against her neck. She took a deep breath and made her way on. No matter how cold it was she was bound and determined to get to her spot in the garden and write, dang it!

Before she could even reach her favorite spot small wet things began to fall on her. Great. Deme looked around her trying to find a good place to hide until this passed hoping it wouldn’t be too long. She spotted the stables, a place she really had never ventured before, and made her way over to it as fast as she dared so she wouldn’t slip. She heaved open the door and rushed inside. As the door closed behind her she pressed up against it giving a huff. She slid down the solid wood, pulling her knees as close as she could to her chest. She took a deep breath in letting the smells of the stables make her a bit dizzy. Why had she never been in here before? It wasn’t as if she didn’t know how to ride, it was her way to get away from the palace when she was home. Why hadn’t she done that here? Before she could contemplate this some more she heard the door she was leaning against start to creak. She jumped to her feet a little startled and certainly afraid. She looked around hurriedly trying to find a place to duck and hide so she wouldn’t have to interact with a stranger, but it was far too late.