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Aubrey- Oldest of the Daichi gang. Most wise and respected, also first in command. She is very artsy and loves to think outside the box. Normaly her style changes from super girlie to tottaly goth. Shes got a temper like no other, and most wouldnt want to get on her bad side. She is extremly strong for her age size and gender ;) She is extremly witty and has a viper tongue with words that can cut through steal. Always following her heart though, she often leads herself to troubles and tears even though she is always willing to forgive and make peace. She loves her sister with all her heart, and is always trying to make sure Jordan bites her t

 Buzzing around and humming a tune, Jordan skipped franticly around the gym. Laps were exaughsting, squats were troublesome, and rope climbing? What was she, a monkey? Never the less, each of her frivolous curls fell gently aside her face. The end of class had reached its peek, and Jordans once light and bouncy hair, was weight down by sweat and hard work. Spotting someone she was not all to pleased to see, she had scurried to get her things in her nice and neat book-bag.    Across from her was sitting a tall and slender young woman. Her name was Roise. (A poor choice of name for she had not reflected that of a rosie and cheeky young girl)

  Lunch wasnt what Aubrey would call very "pleasent", but none the less, it was hunger they needed to feed, and not much else. School wasnt going to be interesting for anyone, it had started to rain, and the gang had felt very dreary mid-day.              Jordan watched, as her sister ran down the sidewalks to avoid getting her swade boots ruined. She laughed at her self, thinking about the countless times Aubrey had ruined her things. She wasnt cautious like Jordan. Aubrey would often just rush into things, and regret it later. In most cases though, Aubrey's impulsive nature gave her the witt, and sharp minded knowledge about life that sh

  Jordan sprang up from where she lay, her giggling curly hair bouncing with each step she took. The doctors had told them she fainted of a heat stroke. Aubrey and Bryce looked at eachother and smirked. They knew as well as anyone that this was highly untrue. Autumn in NYC had no traces of warmth. Gusts of wind would chase you up and down the long avenue blocks Even bundled in the most cozy coat, you could not escape from the chilly breezes. It was if they were lost souls looking for a new shell, for with each and every gust, breeze or blow, it felt as if something walked right through you, leaving a shiver crawling up your spine. Even though