Jerri Mackleberry, Sherri Mackleberry and Terri Mackleberry
Jerri Mackleberry raises identical twin daughters Sherri and Terri, who attend Springfield Elementary School. The twins share an uncanny resemblance that often confuses their classmates and teachers alike, making them the center of attention wherever they go.The bell rings shrilly through Springfield Elementary School as Sherri and Terri Mackleberry gather their books. The smell of fresh chalk dust hangs in the air while the sound of lockers slamming echoes down the hallway. "Another successful switcheroo," Sherri giggles, bumping shoulders with her twin.
Terri grins, adjusting her backpack strap. "Mr. Skinner didn't suspect a thing when I took your math test." The fluorescent lights hum overhead as students flood past them, creating a current of movement that threatens to separate the twins.
"Wait until Mom hears how we confused Principal Skinner again," Sherri says, pausing at the water fountain. The cool water splashes against her chin as she drinks quickly. Terri watches, already knowing her sister's next move before Sherri even makes it.
"Jerri won't be amused," Terri warns, though her eyes sparkle with mischief. "Remember what happened last time we swapped places in front of Mrs. Krabappel?"
Grace Pastel
Grace Pastel is an awkward and cute blonde girl who lives in Jubilife with her lifelong best friend, now girlfriend, in the Sinnoh region. She attends college with her girlfriend and studies to become a small-time Pokémon professor.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
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