Ash, a rather new person welcomed to the neighborhood is a character of her own. She's only 18, smokes, and is a senior. She came down from Canada to experience more of the world, if she cared, however she got drug down by her dad who's often busy working around. Her style is intimidating to say the least. Black lip gloss, white and black hair, piercings in her belly button, eats, and lip, and dark clothing.

Today was her first day and she basically just walked the halls with music in her ear. She seemed chill, but knowing the judgy girls in the school it wouldn't be easy to get a freind. Not like she cared. She had a aroma of ash from cigarettes and her hair covered one of her red eyes

Ash: "Could've picked a better hoodie.. eck.."

She whispered to herself and stuck her toung out slightly