Sincerely, Anon

Mackenzie Prep

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a part of Sincerely, Anon, by UniqueYetUnoriginal.

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remake of @grumpy-converse's roleplay:http://www.roleplaygateway.com/roleplay/whats-your-dirty-little-secret/ | loosely based off pretty little liars.

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Mackenzie Prep is a part of Sincerely, Anon.

13 Characters Here

Sabine Carter [20] "Sometimes its better to rebel and escape then tell people the truth"
Amanda Stone [17] GO MACKENZIE PREP!
Elisa Grace [16] "Secrets will destroy you, just like they destroyed me."
Marjorie Feller [16] "I do what I have to- you don't have a right to judge me."
Teagan Thorn [12] "I took a personality test on nationalgeographic.com and it turns out Im a box of earwigs."
Aaron Stone [11] Hey.....there...
Louis Everly [11] "I talk because I can't bear the alternative of silence."
Anon [9] "I am your worst nightmare."
Beck Hades [8] "Secrets are best kept all hush hush you know? You don't want people finding out you're somebody you are not..."
Charlotte Clark [7] "If I did nothing wrong, I'd do absolutely nothing."

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Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Anon Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Aaron Stone Character Portrait: Charlotte Clark Character Portrait: Louis Everly Character Portrait: Marjorie Feller Character Portrait: Beth Potter Character Portrait: Kasper Wren Character Portrait: Snow K Wren Character Portrait: Elisa Grace Character Portrait: Teagan Thorn

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Anonymous

To: Sabine Carter
From: Blocked Number
How's the love life going? Found any cute girls lately? - Anon. x


To: Amanda Stone
From: Blocked Number
How's daddy's little girl? He sure loves his daughter, doesn't he?;) -Anon.


To: Aaron Stone
From: Blocked Number
How's all Mom's co-workers keeping up? Then again, how would you know? You'e probably too high to remember anything.. ;) x - Anon.


To: Charlotte Clark
From: Blocked Number
I don't mean to add fuel to the fire, but I know why you're here ;) Fire.. bad choice of words? x - Anon.


To: Louis Everly
From: Blocked Number
How's Ryan's family these days? Still mourning over their lost little boy? Be careful where you step, that could be you one day. x - Anon.


To: Marjorie Feller
From: Blocked Number
It must be hard work being a prostitute - especially having to kill off kids in your stomach;) Remember: Stay safe! X - Anon.


To: Beth Potter
From: Blocked Number
Everyone thinks you're so innocent, yet you smoke and have a child. What happened? - Anon. x


To: Kasper Wren
From: Blocked Number
Welcome to Mackenzie Prep! Be careful, there are some dark people here - and I know how much you hate the dark;) - Anon. x


To: Snow K Wren
From: Blocked Number
How's your boyfrie- Oh, wait, you've never had one.. shame. x - Anon.


To: Elisa Grace
From: Blocked Number
How's that diet your on going? What is it called - not eating? - Anon. x


To: Teagan Thorn
From: Blocked Number
How long are you going to pretend your not sick? Maybe once everyone realizes who is responsible for your sister disappearing? x - Anon.

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Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Anon Character Portrait: Amanda Stone

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Sabine heard her alarm go off, a soft groan escaped her, she didnt want to get up but she knew she had to. Slowly peeling herself out from under the covers she gets out of bed and goes to her dresser. Picking out a pair of black skinny jeans and a long sleeve green plaid button down shirt, she lays them on her bed, she goes to go to the bathroom but hears her phone go off. She finds her phone and opens it "Huh..a blocked number" she opens the text and her eyes go wide "No...no this cant be happening..how.." She quickly writes a message back, her hands were slightly shaking.

To:Anon
From: Sabine Carter
Um who the fuck are you and how the fuck do you know. Stay away. ~S


She threw her phone on her bed and quickly went to her bathroom. She didnt need this for the first day of school, no one knew, she hasnt told anyone about that. She gets undressed and gets in the shower, she finds the blade and uses it on her wrist. Three fresh cuts now on her wrist, she sighs and quickly cleans up. After getting out of the shower she cleans up her arm and bandages it, then goes and gets dressed. After she is ready she heads downstairs, grabs a cereal bar, then grabs her car keys and goes to her car before her parents come downstairs, she didnt want to deal with them this morning.

Once she was in the car she blasted her music and drove to Mackenzie Prep, she was frustrated about that text and her arm was stinging, she knew today was going to be a not so good day and she hoped she wouldnt have to deal with Amanda and her groupd of followers. A fight is not what she wanted to get into this morning. She parked her car in the student parking lot, grabbing her backpack she headed into the school and went to her locker.

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Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Anon Character Portrait: Teagan Thorn

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Teagan Thorn


He wasn't feeling very lucky, for various reason, unrelated to his lack of a car and the noise of the rolling insane asylum known as 'The school bus'. Lying his face against the seat in front of him may result in an angry red mark across his forehead, but at the moment he really, really couldn't find it in himself to care. He was actually supposed to be listening to the girl chatting beside him, something about a summer vacation house and a number of alcoholic beverages and bikinis and how he 'Just had to come' next time. Don't get him wrong, he loved girls wearing the bear minimum amount of clothing socially acceptable just as much about the next guy, but the thought of (What was her name? Stacy? Natalie?) sunbathing in a gold swimsuit while half intoxicated and asking him 'Hey, can you rub suntan lotion on my back?' just wasn't proving to be all that appealing at the moment.

You could say that Teagan had a lot of problems that could be occupying his thoughts right now instead of nearly naked girls, if you knew Teagan, that is. But you don't know Teagan, not at all, you know the guy-on-the-hockey-team-Teagan and Teagan-who-dated-Jessica-Bennett-before-she-went-crazy-Teagan, not the actual, genuine Teagan Nathanael Thorn - who was really starting to wish he took another Xanax this morning even if it meant falling asleep in first period. Though, to be fair, nobody knows Teagan Nathanael Thorn, not really. They're only familiar with facade number one, alibi number two, lie number three and disguise number four, so it's not like he has a right to be angry at her for not knowing that he was all kinds of stressed out and sour, bitter, grayed out rainbows.

While there was a million of things that could be filling his head right now instead of Stacy-Natalie-Girl-With-Excessive-Metal-Bracelets' monologue he was more focused on the one that might be the least important, but should be the most important, instead of all that other noise existing. He stepped off the bus sporting his usual attire; plain gray T-shirt, plain maroon jacket, plain dark straight-cut jeans and plain black and navy sneakers with a not so plain yet completely ordinary and mundane white sling on his right arm. It was to keep the minor fracture in his right arm from becoming a total disaster, with it being held together with a splint it shouldn't take too long to get it off. However, it meant that one; people may or may not bother him about it, two; he would have to use his left hand (Although he's ambidextrous, it would still be a hassle) and three; it meant he couldn't actually participate in any hockey practices until it was healed, which was really just the icing on the poorly made cockroach cake.

At least it couldn't get much worse than this, and he would later remind himself never to jinx himself like this again, after he pulled out his phone to check out a recently received text. It'd be like any other school year, with Teagan selling pills to a select few for money and him popping pills in secret to keep himself normal, he would play hockey and get mediocre grades, attend parties and try and ignore this cancer thing like it didn't exist. His eyes hovered over the text even moments after he had finished reading it one, two, four, six times. The blood in his body seemed to run cold and his grip over the mechanical device tightened. He breathed, walked on like nothing had bothered him, eyes still fixated on the black colored text.

How long are you going to pretend your not sick? Maybe once everyone realizes who is responsible for your sister disappearing? x - Anon.

Anger, then fear, anger mingling and mixed in with fear, frustration and panic. The halls were filling in and he was staring at the stupid little 'x' like it was mocking him, hostile and shrewd. "This is just fucking perfect." A mutter under his breath, lips being pressed together in a thin line as a thousand thoughts raced through his head, dancing across neurons and back. Who was this person? How did they find out? Who do they think they are, how much do they actually know and do they really have the audacity to do anything with this information? One thing was clear though, this wasn't some friendly messenger crying about 'Taking care of oneself' but someone who craved control and strung people up like puppets on a string.

Though, he had moxie too, and fingers pressed down against the keys to form his own sentence. Eyes looking over the words until he was confident enough to send the retaliation. He wouldn't just sit there and take this nonsense, after all. There should be at least a way to insure that this person would keep their blubbering mouth shut, and then everything would be fine again, normal. Or, as normal as it could be. Could you even respond to a blocked number? Well, he was about to find out.

To: Blocked Number
From: Teagan Thorn
What are you talking about and what is your problem?


Teagan rubbed the back of his neck and pocketed his cellphone, resting his head against the door of his locker momentarily before opening it, though at the moment instead of pulling a book out he wanted to climb in and lock himself inside. Though, that would probably be rather strange, and with the black haired girl at the locker to the left of him (What about her? Wasn't her name Sabine? Sabrina? Sadie?), he would rather avoid such a display. He wasn't sure if denying it would do him any good, but it sure felt better than admitting anything; even if he knew the truth and knew that it was his fault that his sister was gone, taken from them. Perhaps that's why all of this was happening, like some form of punishment, he couldn't say it wasn't what he deserved. Some junior year this was turning out to be.

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Character Portrait: Elisa Grace Character Portrait: Teagan Thorn

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Elisa Grace


Her text message screen glowed back to life, the words "UNKNOWN" flashing across her screen. Normally, this wouldn't affect her. It could be a wrong number, one of those spam texts to get you to sign up for some ungodly expensive ringtone plan, or even someone she knew playing a prank. When she read the text she knew exactly who it was from, and it made her empty stomach turn flips and her heart pound. It was Anon, that wicked Gossip Queen or King who decided it was their business to know everyone else's. She stared at herself from the mirror of her locker, feeling fatter and as uncontrolled as ever, despite being at her lowest weight since middle school. The corners of her lips turned down into a small frown, and as if she were giving Anon a big 'fuck you,' she ate two slices of apple from a Ziploc sitting next to her AP Physics book. The other two slices were for lunch, along with a bottle of Smart Water and a couple of baby carrots.

Then she would skip dinner saying she had had a big breakfast and a big lunch at school.

1 Apple: 60 Calories
5 Baby Carrots: 30 Calories
Water: 0 Calories

Total: 90 Calories

The number, though much to small for any normal human being, made Elisa cringe. Even for her that was only a small amount, she usually ranged from 200 to 300 calories a day, but she was progressively letting herself get worse, but it was control. It was the only thing she had in her control, it was too bad her mother approved of her tiny frame. "It's better to look a little underfed than at all overfed," is what the middle aged woman would say. In the midst of her thoughts, the devil herself sent a text. For a brief moment, she considered throwing her phone in the garbage and never looking back, but good ol' Mom would just buy her a new one with no harm done.

To: Elisa Grace
From: Mom

Dinner party at 8, buy new dress. Something appropriate please, unlike last time. Pick Jessa something up as well.


Jessa, her "sister" according to everyone except Elisa and a boy from her past. She frowned again, something she seemed to be doing a lot of lately. It didn't matter, once she was old enough she would take Jessa and never look back. She'd go far, far away and change their names. Their entire lives would change. Elisa could become Jane, a waitress in a tiny town with her daughter "Emily." It'd be just like the movies and everything would be normal for them. Well, as normal as it could be for a runaway teenage girl and her daughter who was originally brought up as her sister because of control-freak parents who cared more about their image than the happiness of their own child.

Elisa slammed her locker door shut after grabbing her English book, already knowing that today was going to be a horrible day. "God dammit!" She mumbled in frustration, deciding to reply to the infamous Anon.

To: Blocked Number
From: Elisa Grace

Leave me alone, you don't know me.


And, while texting and walking, she managed to bump into Teagan Thorn, confirming her prediction of a shitastic day. Not because he was a bad guy, she barely knew him after all, but because bumping into someone had just iced the "Shit Day" cake. "I'm sorry! Are you okay?"

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Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Elisa Grace Character Portrait: Teagan Thorn

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Sabine was just closing her locker when she saw a guy...no it was Teagan Thorn, all she knew about him was he was a jock and now one of the jocks had a locker next to her Just great...just what I need.. she thought to herself, she hoped the cheerleaders wouldnt be flocking around Teagans locker. "Umm hi, seems we will be locker neighbors, im Sabine" she hald smiles, one of her hands were resting againat her bandaged arms.

Next thing she knows Teagan got bumped by a girl, she was about to say aomething but looked up to see Elisa "Hey Elisa, in a rush?" she never had an issue with Elisa, she thought they got along well enough and even considers her a friend. "How was your summer?" She really was trying not to thonk about the text this morning, it was like a haunting dream...no like a nightmare that jus wont go away.

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Character Portrait: Anon Character Portrait: Beth Potter

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Bethany Potter

Beth woke up to her alarm clock blaring ‘What Makes You Beautiful’ by One Direction. Her alarm clock played songs that were on the radio and this was the one that happened to be on. Anyone that knew Beth would know she HATED this song. She groaned and tried to turn of the alarm clock but just ended up pushing it off her night stand onto the ground. It made the alarm clock shut up but may have also broken it.
So now that Beth was awake she reluctantly got up. Though through all the commotion the baby must have woken up, because Beth could hear the cry from the other room. She knew her mother was probably down stairs making breakfast so Beth yelled, “It’s okay mom stay down there I’ve got Braden !” Within a few seconds her mother yelled, “Okay,” and Beth ran to the baby’s room.
She wasn’t allowed to have much interaction with the baby because he mother insisted on her treating him like her brother as part of the act. Her mother said that most sisters don’t like to spend time with their baby siblings so Beth shouldn’t want to either. So at every chance she got where her mother didn’t say anything Beth spent time with him.

Beth picked up the baby from crib. He was a bit heavy because he was chubby. She thought it was cute though, chubby babies are cute. Beth held the baby on her hip and hummed a but then Braden stopped crying. “See you’re fine,’ whispered Beth in a quiet loving voice, she smiled at the baby a loving motherly smile.
She walked with the baby over to his closet. “What should you wear today?” she asked the baby even though she was well aware he would not respond. She grabbed some clothes from his closet. Then she walked over and changed his diaper. After doing that she dressed himis a blue and white striped full body romper that covers his feet and a blue button up knit sweater. ‘Cute,’ she said with a smile as she picked him up again. “ Should we go down stairs and give you to grand-“ she stopped herself. “And give you to your mommy,’ she said quietly.

After giving the baby back to her mother she got readyshe put on a plain red long sleep swoop neck shirt, a pair of distressed skinny jeans, brown almost knee high boots, a necklace with a heart charm in it and Braden’s picture inside, her bow earrings, and her gold watch. Then she did a natural make up look, and left her hair natural because it has natural waves.
Once she finished getting ready she grabbed her bag and walked down stairs. Her mother every morning makes breakfast for Beth but she never eats it not because she has a eating disorder but because she doesn’t want to spend time with her mother while she eats breakfast. Her and her mother don’t exactly get along that well.
So like every morning she grabbed her back pack from the kitchen table, gives Braden and kiss and walked out the door. As she walked out her mother yells, “Don’t forget to pick your brother up tonight from daycare.” Beth flinches at the word brother but replies back with ‘Whatever.’ She wasn’t going to let her mother get to her.
Then Beth entered her car and started driving. She had to stop at Starbucks to get her coffee that would fuel her day. As she driving she thought about running away with Braden, but she also thought about how bad of a life he would have. If Braden for the rest of his life was her brother then Braden’s life would be much better. That’s what she wanted for Braden’s life to be useful and that would not happen with Beth as his mother.
Beth shook off those thoughts though as she arrived at Starbucks. She quickly ran inside got her coffee and ran back out. She wanted to get to school early so she would be able to find he classes without being late for any.


Within a few minutes Beth arrived at the school. She sighed, it was a small school, she was used to big schools. But Beth got out of the car anyways and headed for the school. She was started junior year and it was her first day at this school she was pretty scared. The school that she went to before, she had been going too since kindergarten. But at her old school everyone though she was a slut too. Beth was going to work to have the perfect reputation now she planned to be popular.
Beth then arrived at the door and walked in. The school looked like every other school. You could tell who the slutty cheerleaders where, and the jocks, and the nerds, and the depressed people. This was just a typical high school.
So Beth just walked to her locker which was number 65. Just before she was about to open it her phone went off. Everyone thinks you're so innocent, yet you smoke and have a child. What happened? - Anon. x, it read. At first she a scared, how could someone know? But then she shook those thought off. It was probably just someone from her old school who thought it would be funny to scare her so she texted back:

To: Blocked Number
From: Beth Potter
Hahaha very funny I know it is someone from my old school that is texting me.


Then Beth slipped her phone back in her pocket and tried to open her locker. It wouldn’t open she pulled and pulled. Then eventually she hit it. She could feel her knuckles get cut after she hit it and she flinched. Then she looked at her hand. There was a gash in it and it was red, she was pretty sure it would end up bruising too. Just her luck.
Beth knew there was no point in trying to open her locker any more but she did kick the bottom, hard. It didn’t open though. She groaned, she already hated this school. With nothing to do Beth looked around her locker was right next to a boy on one side and a girl on the other (I don’t care who, whoever choose to have thee locker by her, then that’s who it’s by).

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Character Portrait: Kasper Wren Character Portrait: Snow K Wren Character Portrait: Teagan Thorn

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Snow Wren

The house was cold. Snow was used to the cold. Well, she lived in Sweden for sixteen years. Currently, her room was white with a few boxes stacked around and a small bed stuffed in the corner. They had only been in this house for a week and they were still getting adjusted to it- so it was kinda bland. She didn't mind though.

"Snow!" Her mother burst into the room "Wake up- It’s nearly school!"

She rolled her eyes slightly. Like she would forget going to a new school. On top of that an American school. She didn't know what to do.
"Coming" She said quietly. She weaved through the piles of boxes and to a rather large box labelled 'Snow's Clothes' she picked out a blue blouse and denim shorts. She got out another box labelled 'Shoes' and pulled out her black converse. She got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.

"Honey! Come get a pancake!" Her mom put on a smile again. Snow hated it when she could tell her mom was sad. Ever since that day she'd always fake a smile. But Snow could always see through it.

"Where’s Kasper?" She asked with a pancake sticking out of her mouth

"Sleeping- as usual"

After she had swallowed her pancake she set of down the hall to find her book bag. It was oversized and had 'Ja' plastered on the front of it so you couldn't miss it. As she found it she smiled inwardly and gave a brief 'Love you mom' and set off too the school. It was only a couple blocks away from her house, so it was within walking distance. She pulled a brush through her hair quickly and braided a section of the front and pinned it up. She pulled her phone out of her bag.

A new text:
To: Snow K Wren
From: Blocked Number
How's your boyfrie- Oh, wait, you've never had one.. shame. x - Anon.


What?! who was this and why did he or she know anything about her. She'd only been here a week. I guess this was a welcome to Mackenzie Prep. Maybe they done this to all the new students? But how did they find it out? She slipped her phone back in her bag as she reached the school. It was big, but smaller than her school in Stockholm.

"Snowy!"

She heard footsteps behind her. It was Kasper.

"Hey Kasper, sleep much" She realised she had said that in Swedish and a few people were staring at here like she was an alien of some sort. She ran ahead and stopped just before the entrance. Kasper finally caught up and walked in with her. There were people everywhere. Somebody pushed her and she cursed- in Swedish.

They passed a locker which was numbered 78.
“Sis, that’s your locker.” Kasper whispered. He was right.

She was locker-neighbours with a boy who had short brown hair. She looked at him, wondering if she should say anything. She yanked her locker open and she stared at its bare walls. She had brought some things to organize her locker with- Some little baskets to put pens and pencils in. She stuck them up on the wall with a little sticky tape.

Perfect.

She opened the locker door more and it scraped her finger.

“Oh skit-Det gör ont” She said loudly enough for people in a two metre raidus to hear.

People were staring.

She shrugged and procedded to stick the baskets up.

”Hey, Im Snow” She said to the boy next to her.

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Character Portrait: Anon Character Portrait: Louis Everly Character Portrait: Marjorie Feller

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Louis
A young man with dark hair and dark eyes slams his hand down on to an alarm clock, eliminating the loud blaring noise which had previously resonated through the air of his cramped bedroom. He rolls over and shudders, pulling the checkered covers over his head when a ray of sunshine falls directly onto his eyes. Once more, the young man wishes that he had thick curtains to keep out the bright sunlight. He falls back asleep then, to remain in a borderline comatose state for another half hour before a pretty middle-aged woman peeks her head in. Her hair is swept into a messy bun, and her once young face is wrinkled with worries and age. A scar traces down from just beside her eyebrow to above her lip, marring the skin further. Still, one can tell that this woman was once a great beauty in her youth, though life had thrown her about as a river ruins a strip of cloth dropped into the rapids of it. At first her voice is soft, hardly at audible at all, but when the call fails to wake her son from his slumber, the woman walks over to the passed out teenager and prods his arm. "Good morning sunshine," she sings softly, her face cheerful and a smile causing the scar on the left of her face to crinkle slightly. At this, the boy turns over and stretches, his lean body straining for a moment as though a wet noodle were being pulled. His eyes blink drowsily against the light in the room before he wakes up fully, and glances over at the clock beside him. Eyes widen, and in a flurry of motion he jumps out of bed, covers falling onto the ground. Shit, the young man thinks, realizing that he should have left ten minutes ago. His mother, the woman, looks at him apologetically.

"I'm sorry- I didn't want to bother you, and-" she begins nervously, pushing a thin lock of red hair out of her face, revealing her somewhat thin wrists. Immediately the young man shakes his head in order to comfort his mother, and grins at her. "Hey, mom, it's fine. Go get ready for work, okay?" he instructs her, running slender fingers through his straight brown hair. The woman hesitates and then nods, smoothing her son's hair and kissing him on the forehead, as she did when he was still very young, before leaving the room. As soon as she is gone, he groans and sets into hyperdrive- changing into a clean-smelling shirt, jeans and underwear, brushing his hair and shoving his head into an Adventure Time hat, and brushing his teeth in a matter of minutes. He grabs his backpack and slings it over his shoulder, simultaneously tugging on Vans shoes before darting out the door and down the narrow hallway of the small, one-story house that he lives in. The young man's mother has a job as a sales assistant in a jewelry store, surprisingly good at sales, perhaps due to her lack of pushiness, and that job is somehow enough for them to at least pay the mortgage and continue to eat. That, and some money that he makes personally with his. . .extracurricular activities. The ones that caused the bruises on his back, and the sore feeling in his forearms at the moment: fighting in an underground ring. The other would be a part-time job at a pottery store, though that is less of a money maker. Anyway, the boy darts out the door, stopping only to pick up his longboard and drop it before him, so that the young man may jump on it and propel himself forward with a strong push of his lanky legs.

The young man rolls down the sidewalk, pushing himself faster at every opportunity so that he is going quite a bit faster than he, who usually skates leisurely, normally would. It isn't long though, thanks to the actual push, until he is nearing the school, skating through a gaggle of freshmen girls, who giggle nervously when he smiles and winks at them. The boy isn't entirely bad looking, after all. "Yo, Louis!" A fellow student calls out to him, one with long hair and an easy smile, paired with a skateboard in his own hands. The young man, Louis, skids to a stop in front of his friend and begins a conversation, chatting animatedly until the student says goodbye, and he continues to skate down the school hallways until reaching his locker, at which he stops and jumps off of the board to open the locker and shove some of his stuff into it; the longboard not included, as he tends to carry it around with him all day. At that moment, his borderline-archaic phone vibrates and reveals a rather startling message- one which causes the cheerful young man to drop the phone as if it were a burning-hot piece of metal. In a few seconds he picks it back up and shoots back a message, with some level of panic.

To: Blocked Number
From: Louis
Who is this? What are you talking about?


He slips the phone into his pocket and slams the locker, shivering for a moment before turning and locking someone in conversation- the silence had been especially excruciating, even with the talking going on all around him.


Marjorie
The young woman who stands with a pair of fraternal twins in front of Mackenzie Elementary can be described as nothing less than beautiful, with the lovely skin and appearance of not having a single hair out of place. The twins in front of her, though, are adorable enough to distract from the pretty young woman, with dark doe-eyed expressions and curly brown hair. They turn towards their elder sister with loving eyes -an expression which no one would expect to see genuinely directed towards her, one of the girls infamous for being a bit of a b*tch at Mackenzie prep- and extend their arms towards her for a hug, which she quickly returns. Her eyes are darting about beforehand, though, to ensure that no one from school sees her dropping off her siblings and hugging them tightly enough that the boy, William, giggles and protests that she is going to squish them. "Mari! I can't breathe!" He complains, finally getting his elder sister, Marjorie Feller, to release the two and smile down at them fondly. This is the last year, and then I won't have to worry about them being taken away from me, she tells herself, although there remains a wave of dread, which she pushes to the side, because she doesn't know what she is going to do when high school has ended. More than likely she will have to get a day job as well, at some store or something. If she is lucky, there may be enough time to go to technical school to learn some sort of basic trade that can help her to support her younger siblings for the next decade or so, until they have reached the age of eighteen as well. The very thought makes her bitter, but she can't show any displeasure to her easily-swayed siblings, who have a history of being quick to cry when they believe that their beloved elder sister is sad or distressed- it scares them. She can't afford to have them upset, especially not right in front of their school. It is about an hour before the elementary school actually opens, but there is a small daycare area where early students can hang out before school begins.

"Alright William, Lucy. Have a good first day, okay! Go on- go find your friends at early care, kay?" She says tenderly, a voice which only they, and perhaps some of her customers, hear, though for them it is genuine. The twins nod and smile before turning and running off towards the school, little charms bouncing against their cheap backpacks as they run. After they are in the school, Marjorie looks at the fashionable watch around her tanned wrist before turning and walking away from the school, heading towards the high school. Once upon a time, she'd have gotten a ride from a friend to get to school, but self-consciousness about allowing them to see the cramped apartment she now resides in has prompted the young woman to, instead, insist that she would rather walk so that she can 'see the cute barista at the local Starbucks'. A shaky lie, but the sort which her friends did not pry into, being too busy with whatever their personal lives were at that moment- thankfully, for she can't bear the idea of her secret being exposed. After all, her siblings could be taken away from her, she would become a social outcast, and everything that she had worked for, the past two years of hiding her secret, would all vanish, making everything that she had done absolutely pointless. It is a thankfully brief walk before the young woman arrives at the school, dressed to kill- although she could easily do that with a look or word, if need be. The young woman isn't known for her conservative wardrobe, and this is shown in her high heels, high-waisted short skirt and translucent white blouse. Her hair is allowed to fall normally, although brushed until it shines, curling attractively.

She has only just begun to walk into the school, people parting way and giving her looks of envy, hatred, admiration, lust, etc (common things for any of the top cheerleaders), when the phone in her purse begins to vibrate. The message which she then scans causes the ever-in-control Marjorie to lose face for a moment, her glossy lips parting and the world around her seeming to shake for a moment before she takes a deep breath and regains her perfect composure. As though it didn't bother her at all, she only smirks at the text -a sign of nervousness for those who know her- and slips it back into her bag. It's just a prank. Everyone knows that I have less than christian ways sexually. I've been called a whore and slut before- prostitute is just another word for it. This rationalization allows her to feel somewhat safe again, as the young woman stops at her locker and unloads a few things from her tote bag. The locker is arranged in a way which is remnant to the way the young woman does most things- with perfect precision. Marjorie takes another deep breath- control is all that she needs to maintain. Only one more year of uncertainty, and then no one will be able to take her siblings away from her. And then, maybe she can figure something out. But for now, all of the smiling faces around her is only feeding a bitterness inside of the young woman. The envy is dangerous within her and prompts her to want to do something to make the smiles disappear- they seem to be mocking her.

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Amanda Stone


Amanda woke up to the sound of her alarm clock and the sun shining from her window. She let out a yawn and rolled out of bed. Her arms were sore from fighting her father the night before, but of course she wasn’t going to tell anyone that. Everyone was just going to have to believe that she was working out for too long. Since she actually does work out. She took a breath and opened the door to her bedroom slowly trying to hear if her parents are awake or not. Luckily they aren’t. She dashed to the bathroom before her brother and took a hot 20 minute shower.

Once she was done she went back to her room with a towel wrapped around herself and her hair dripping wet. She shut and locked the door to her room and then stood before her closet. She needed to find something to wear. After 10 minutes of thinking she decided to wear this. She put it on and twirled a few times in the mirror. She felt amazing. She then grabbed her phone and checked the message.

The message from the blocked number shocker her. “Shit.” She deleted the message and pretended she didn’t see it. She did not need a bad start to the first day of school. She was head cheerleader and pretty popular. She did not need whoever this Anon was to kill her mood. She looked at herself in the mirror, fixed her hair and walked out of her bedroom door. She walked past her parents bedroom door quietly and went downstairs to wait for her brother, Aaron to drive them to school.

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Aaron Stone



Aaron woke up after Amanda finished her shower. She was took a long time so he set his alarm clock accordingly. He rubbed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair. He barely remembers what happened the other night when his parents got home, but the second he got out of bed in the nude he knew exactly what happened. He let out a sigh and went on a mission to find his boxers. Once he found them he made his way to the bathroom and took his 5 minute shower.

He left the bathroom and went back to his room to stand before his closet. It took his 2 seconds to pick out his outfit. He then grabbed his phone saw the message from the blocked number. And he was in trouble. He opened up the test message to send back a reply.

To:Blocked Number
From: Aaron
Leave me alone


He sent the message and slipped the phone into his pocket. He then jogged down the stairs to greet his sister. “Morning.” He grabbed the car keys and opened the door for her. Then he shut the door behind them, got into the Hummer Benz in the driveway and drove them to school.

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Teagan Thorn


His mind was full of phrases along the lines of 'What should I do next?' and 'I really don't want to deal with this', along with hopes that this schoolyard bully who seemed to be a bit more mafia than milk-and-cookies would leave him alone. For a moment his hand hovered above the books stored in his locker, mind taking a break time to visit the clouds and the stars, it had taken him a moment to realize he was being talked to by his neighbor, black-haired-girl-whos-name-may-or-may-not-start-with-an-S. Perhaps he should be a bit more creative with the nicknames he gives people, but the idea left him just as soon as it had came.

"Umm hi," The girl was petite, and short; very, very short. Teagan guessed he had at least nine inches on her, maybe more. "Seems we will be locker neighbors, I'm Sabine." He smiled, an expression that was neither fake nor real, teetering between the two. A genuine facade, if you will. Besides, she was cute, and what would it say about him if he didn't push aside his negative emotions to give a cute girl a decent smile? "Great, I'm Teagan-" As God, or fate (Either explanation was just as good to him), would have it, he wouldn't be allowed to even manage an introduction to one of the people he would most likely be seeing every morning and every afternoon throughout the school year.

He winced, but his face cleared itself from pain soon, almost instinctively. "Hey-" Thanks to hockey he was used to shoves of a much more hostile nature, so being bumped into really was only embarrassing instead of painful. However, the girl had managed to make contact with his bad arm, and he imaged that anyone with a fractured bone would feel some discomfort upon being run into - "I'm sorry! Are you okay?" Even if the perpetrator was one of the thinnest girl's he's ever seen, to the point where it looked like if she wasn't careful a mild wind would take her away, the sky being able to snatch her in one swift movement.

Teagan didn't get angry though, at least, he didn't feel angry. A flash of irritation swept through him, it was already a bad day, after all, but he really didn't mean to narrow her eyes at her - no matter how brief the expression lasted. His eyebrows had furrowed for a moment before they rose, lips pressing together before he waved the incident off with his other hand. "That's my line." He said after a quick up-and-down intake of her appearance, and realized that he actually knew who she was. They never formally met, but he heard of her, Elisa, who the guys on the team talked about because of her good looks and small frame. She really did look frail though, and he couldn't imagine that the bump had caused anymore pain to him than it did her. "I'm fine, don't worry about it." He said with a shrug before glancing back to Sabine and returning his attention to the books in his locker.

The two seemed to be friends, and it'd be awkward to try and fit himself into their conversation. Besides, it wasn't like he was in the mood to be all that social right now either. He picked out the correct text books and notebooks for his first periods, sliding them in the object notorious for back-problems, known as a backpack; or a 'book bag', if you were into calling it such a thing, or eighty. By the time he closed his locker door he was hearing someone speak in a foreign language because hey, today was already pretty weird, so you might as well top it off with some 'bizarre' brand whipped cream and a 'I have no idea what's going on' brand cherry.

Brown hair, blue eyes, and nice legs. He was around pretty girls often enough, and though being crowded around wasn't preferred, he couldn't say being around a few girls was about to bring him down. Because it didn't, since none of them were chattering like Bus-Girl-Stacy-Natalie-Something. ”Hey, I'm Snow.” Again, his eyebrows rose, but this time his eyes widened as well, however momentarily. "Your name is Snow?" His tone was a blend of surprise and intrigue, it wasn't until he finished the sentence did he realize that what he said could be considered rude. (No, it was just rude, but he wouldn't mull over it.)

"I mean," He cleaned up his goofy, amusing expression and replaced it with one that was more laid-back, calm, friendly. Relaxed eyebrows that weren't about to take off towards the moon with a mouth that wasn't moving to create strange shapes. "It's an awesome name, just, unusual. Well, my parents named me Teagan so," His expression seemed to naturally go back into a wince, he didn't exactly hate his name but it was, well, it was girly. He didn't sound nervous, but rambling will get him no where. He sighed and his shoulders relaxed before speaking again. "So, that's some accent. Where are you from, Snow? " There, he returned to that confident, composed state, much better. Maybe the day would start to look up, who knows.

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Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Aaron Stone Character Portrait: Louis Everly Character Portrait: Marjorie Feller

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Amanda Stone


Amanda was sipping some coffee when her brother Aaron came down to take them to school. She nodded at him to acknowledge his presence and then followed him to the car. It doesn't take long for them to get to the school from where they live, but it was much better than taking the bus. And Aaron was always willing to drive her to school, as long as she stayed quiet and didn't say bad things about people then she was golden. It's not hard since she hardly talks to Aaron anyway unless its about school work since they have most of the same classes. She sipped her coffee slowly watching as the school came into view. A huge smile came across her face. She knew this was going to be a good day.

When Aaron parked the car and grabbed her backpack, and cheer bag and jumped out of the car. "Good I get to speak!" She said looking straight at her brother. She then waved bye to him and strutted through the parking lot and down the hall. When she got to her locker she saw that she shared her locker with Marjorie, a fellow cheerleader. Luckily that meant that her locker partner wasn't going to be all the bad and she might actually have fun this year. She opened her locked and stuffed her cheer bag in. "Hi Marjorie!" Amanda said cheerfully as she shut her locker door. She didn't know much about Marjorie, all she knew was that she is on the cheer squad and is a junior.




Aaron Stone


Aaron kept his eyes on the road as Amanda started drinking her coffee. He made a deal with her that he would take her to school everyday as long as she didn't speak non sense. She usually stayed quiet. Once he pulled up into the parking lot, Amanda jumped out of the car and waved goodbye. He waved back and got out of the car himself. He grabbed his backpack and guitar from the backseat. He always keeps his guitar around so that he could play it when he got bored. Luckily the lockers were big enough so that he could fit the guitar in there.

He walked to the school doors and made his way down the hall to his locker. He saw a guy by the lockers who he believed his name was Louis. He wasn't sure since he never talked to him. Aaron neared the lockers and opened the one next to Louis. He slipped his guitar in there and pulled out some textbooks and his cellphone. He didn't say much to anyone at school because he always felt like no one wanted to be his friend anyway and he honestly didn't care. He always did fine on his own.

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Elisa Grace


Elisa Grace wasn't a person who enjoyed conflict. Hell, she didn't like talking much, and as a direct result when Teagan had turned around she could feel herself flinching as if she were about to be hit. Much to her relief, that didn't happen and he was rather pleasant instead. A small, shy smile danced across her features. "Glad to hear it," She said, always polite as could be. "Have a good day Teagan." She added, before swiftly turning her attention back to Sabine.

She didn't know Sabine too well, but she did know the girl and it was refreshing to see a familiar face. As terrible as the day had started, maybe it wasn't going to be so bad after all. The other girl did look a bit shaken up though, almost as shaken up as Elisa after she received the text from Anon about her particular style of eating. "Hello again, Sabine. My summer was about as good as it's ever going to get. What about yours?" It was evident in Elisa's tone and choice of words - though she still sounded quite quiet and shy - that she came from a family of wealth and class, though that was hardly any fault of her own. She didn't choose to have the life and family she got, and if she could she certainly wouldn't have chosen this one. She would have chosen a family that loved her unconditionally and cared little about trivial things and more about each others happiness. In her head, that was the family she would one day have. Once she graduated high school and left town, never looking back.

For a tiny while, she was distracted by a boy who casually skated down the hallway. Had she ever attempted to do something like that, her anxiety would probably get the best of her...or gravity would and she'd fall on her face. Coordination was never something she had fully mastered and thus managed to be a klutz. Elisa almost envied the boy, though others probably thought nothing of it. Here she was, barely able to talk to someone she knew above of the volume of a loud whisper, and he could just skate through the halls and talk to anyone. The only skills she ever had were purely academic, and being a Physics nerd hardly counted for anything. Unless you counted college applications, but Elisa hardly had any intention of attending a university.

That would please her parents far too much.

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Sabine smiled to Teagon "Everyone knows who you are" she then nodded her head to Teagan when he turned towards a girl she didnt recognize. "My summer was busy working at the comic shop and other things.." she bit her lip then shifted her books in her arms. "So what class do you have first? Maybe we have the same class.." she said to Elisa as she leaned against the lockers.

Her ears then heard the familiar sound of Amanda Stone and she looked down the hallway to see Amanda standing with Majorie "Great...their here" she sighed and looked to Elisa "Maybe we should head down the hall way... the witches of the school are here" she nodded her head in the direction of the two cheerleaders. "My morning already started rocky and I am not in the mood to have a confontation with them".
She stood up straight and turned to go the way of her classroom, knowing she would have to pass the two cheerleaders and really hoping they wouldnt pay any attention to her. Last year she dealt with the cheerleaders bullying and just took it but this year she wasnt planning on standing down and letting them walk all over her.

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Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Aaron Stone Character Portrait: Louis Everly Character Portrait: Marjorie Feller Character Portrait: Elisa Grace

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Marjorie
Marjorie is about to snap at some unfortunate freshman who had just stepped on her toe accidentally when the unopposed queen bee of the school walks up to her locker with a pearly smile and a cheer bag slung over her shoulders. "Hi Marjorie!" The young woman, Amanda Stone, says cheerfully, practically radiating this ecstasy that makes the other cheerleader, with her dark hair and biting tongue, want to smack the smile off of her pretty little face. Of course, she does no such thing, only returning the smile with a feigned fond one of her own- the two aren't particularly close (Marjorie hasn't been particularly close to anyone, recently), but being in the same clique does mean that some familiarity is shared between the two cheerleaders. They had both been in the running for head cheerleader, though Marjorie fell behind in her skills during the time which could have gained her the position, mostly due to the unforseen events and the things she had to do in order to try and fix things a little bit. There is slight resentment towards Amanda in her, therefore, for it seems as though the bottle ginger just eased her way into the position, not a single look of stress on her lovely skin. Of course, the amount of people towards whom she feels some envy and resentment has been steadily growing since the middle of sophomore year, and so it isn't anything particularly personal- she dislikes Amanda less than she dislikes some others, though not but much. The girl before her seems, after all, to have a perfect life- popular, beautiful, wealthy and, above all, happy. Naturally, Marjorie has no way of knowing the truth of the matter- due to this, she goes on obliviously feeling spite towards the girl she perceives as having everything, and paying nothing to gain it.

"Hey, Amanda! I guess we're lockermates then, huh?" She responds with a masterful voice of false pleasantness, one which would be nearly impossible to see through. It would not do, after all, for her to unleash her frustrations upon the head cheerleader and the girl whom she will be stuck next to for the next of the year, in the way of lockers. The young woman places her own cheerbag into her locker, doing so quickly so that it won't be compared to the fine quality of Amanda's, and closes the locker. She leans against it then, surveying Amanda for a moment with that smile which only encourages the image everyone has of her being a girl without a care in the world- one who is cruel without cause, and blessed in several ways. The girl who, like Amanda, is the subject of many envious stares. At that moment, two young women walk towards Marjorie and Amanda- familiar faces, as they are Sabine and Elisa, two girls who are infamous for being the rebel and the nerd, respectively. She looks them up and down with those judgemental dark eyes of hers, eyelashes fluttering slightly as she does so, before a smirk pulls at Marjorie's lips very slightly, as though slightly amused by something. She doesn't even say anything, only chuckles very softly, in a way that is clearly mocking, and somehow more biting than words- for it seems as though she cannot find the correct words to describe what is wrong with the two. This, of course, is a technique that she uses when multitasking or, in some cases, serving clients. It tends to work both ways.

Louis
The young man looks to the side at a boy who has stopped at the locker beside him and begun to put a rather awesome looking guitar into the large lockers. Intrigued, he decides to engage the fellow student, who he vaguely recognises as being seen around Amanda Stone sometimes (her brother, maybe? Cousin?), in a conversation. Louis waves away his friend and turns his smile towards the red-haired lockermate, whom he will be next to for the next year, apparently, and starts somewhat simply. "Hey. I'm Louis- Louis Everly. I guess we'll be next to each other for the next year, huh? Treat me well~" he says cheerfully, extending a hand towards Aaron welcomingly, presumably for a handshake or something. The Jake hat on his head seems to smile down at Aaron, all goldenrod and cartoon-like, as though mirroring the bright nature of its wearer. Now that Louis thinks about it, he has only ever seen the young man before him talk in order answer questions posed by teachers and other staff. Other than that, he seems as silent as a doormouse, if those are as silent as the sayings go, and doesn't seem to be the very socia type. Not that this deters Louis, who continues to hold his hand out anyway. Personally, he could never take being so shy as the man before him seems to be -at least from previous encounters- for then he would have to depend mostly on others for noise to exist.

Although he does seem cheerful still, the young man has the text message floating about in the back of his head. It was far too specific to justify as a prank, though perhaps someone from his previous school may have sent it to him- how they would've gotten his number, he has positively no idea. He's always been fairly good at ignoring things like that, however, and so pushes it as far back as possible as he smiles at the redhead before him expectantly. No one would guess, looking at him, the personality that he used to have. The person he used to be. That person almost seems to no longer exist. Except for in the suppressing of anger, the ignoring of the problem, and the need to have someone around him.

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Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Aaron Stone Character Portrait: Louis Everly Character Portrait: Marjorie Feller Character Portrait: Elisa Grace

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Amanda Stone


Amanda smiled at Majorie. She remembered how they were both in the running for head cheerleader, but Amanda's skills prevailed and lead her to the top. She doesn't like to brag about it often, but sometimes it slips up in a conversation. "At least we are locker mates with each other, and not some random." Amanda said seriously, but in a joking tone. She had many friends in this school, but she absolutely had many enemies. Which was anyone who was not in sports pretty much. She never knew why and didn't understand it, but she never argued she just hated them back. It always seemed fair to her. And besides it's not like they know her or her life.

Then Sabine and Elisa walked towards the two cheerleaders and Amanda could see the smirk on Marjorie's face. Sabine was bullied by the cheerleaders all last year and Amanda would know, she was apart of it. But anything she said was never a rumor. She just simply bothered the girl. Being a bitch was most of the cheerleader's specialty and Amanda was okay with that. Amanda waved at Teagon and then gave a cunning smile towards the two girls. She didn't plan to make there lives easy this year. She was just like that. "So Marjorie. Ready to get to class?"




Aaron Stone


Aaron looked at the guy that said his name was Louis as he slipped his phone in his pocket. He put his textbooks in one hand and let the arm fall by his side. Louis holds out his hand and Aaron shakes it. "Aaron." He said with a small smile trying to be friendly, but he didn't really like talking to people. He dropped his hand and stood there a bit awkwardly since he didn't know him that well. Unlike Aaron, Louis liked to talk to people. It was evident by all the friends he had. He was always talking to someone whether they were friends or not. His sister, Marjorie, had lots of friends as well. Since she was on the cheer leading squad like his sister. Aaron didn't join clubs or try and make friends hence the reason no one really knows who he is, but he is fine with that.

Aaron then saw his sister down the hall talking to Marjorie and of course probably being gossipy or doing girly like things. He never understood his sister at school, but he never questioned her. At home things were different.

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Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Anon Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Aaron Stone Character Portrait: Charlotte Clark Character Portrait: Louis Everly Character Portrait: Marjorie Feller Character Portrait: Beth Potter Character Portrait: Elisa Grace Character Portrait: Teagan Thorn Character Portrait: Beck Hades

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Charlotte Clark

Beep. Beep Bee-
Charlie groggily pulled the duvet covers off her. She turned off her alarm and quickly made her bed, before getting dressed into some black, high waisted denim shorts, a pink see through top with skulls on it and a black tank underneath, some black tights, some black converse and a leather jacket. She applied a layer of concealer, mascara, eyeliner and blush, before leaving her bedroom, her schoolbag slung over one shoulder.

Another hour later - which included eating her breakfast, tying her hair into a fishtail plait and brushing her teeth - and Charlie was at the school. Her phone buzzed just as she was getting off the bus, which reminded Charlie that she wanted to text her friends. She opened the message as she walked through the double doors and through the corridors, to where her locker was.

To: Charlotte Clark
From: Blocked Number
I don't mean to add fuel to the fire, but I know why you're here ;) Fire.. bad choice of words? x - Anon.


Charlotte stopped in the middle of the hall as she reread the test, greeting her with a million elbows and people swarming past her all at once. Fire - they didn't know, they couldn't know. It wasn't that that worried her the most, it was the message itself. I know why you're here... that one must be a lie. No one knew about that, not even her closest friends. Unless Jason told someone, it had just been the Clark's little secret.

She shook her head lightly, plastering a fake smile over her frown as she had been doing for months. She deleted the message and decided to meet up with some of her friends, and hopefully get her mind off of the weird message from a blocked number. She opened her locker, grabbed her books, and sent the messages.

To: Amandaa<3
Hey, where are youu? x


To: Marjorie:D
Hey, where are youu? x





Anon

To: Blocked Number
From: Sabine Carter
Um who the fuck are you and how the fuck do you know. Stay away. ~S


To: Sabine Carter
From: Blocked Number
I'm sure you're dying to find out, but that would spoil the fun, wouldn't it? - Anon. xo


To: Blocked Number
From: Teagan Thorn
What are you talking about and what is your problem?


To: Teagan Thorn
From: Blocked Number
Don't act dumb, I know you're not. You must be pretty smart to get away with selling pills.. ;) - Anon. x


To: Blocked Number
From: Elisa Grace
Leave me alone, you don't know me.


To: Elisa Grace
From: Blocked Number
How do you know that? I could be standing beside you right now. x - Anon.


To: Blocked Number
From: Beth Potter
Hahaha very funny I know it is someone from my old school that is texting me.


To: Beth Potter
From: Blocked Number
Maybe it is, or maybe I'm standing right beside you;) And why does it make a difference? - Anon. x


To: Blocked Number
From: Louis Everly
Who is this? What are you talking about?


To: Louis Everly
From: Blocked Number
I could tell you, but that would spoil the fun, wouldn't it? Even though you would probably kill to know.. - Anon. xo


To: Blocked Number
From: Aaron Stone
Leave me alone


To: Aaron Stone
From: Blocked Number
Grow up, and don't expect me to start pitying you just because you sleep around to help your mother. - Anon. x


To: Beck Hades
From: Blocked Number
Are you still in that gang, The Emeralds? Caught you! - Anon. x


[OOC: I shall add the tags later, I'm going to have mo dhinnear :D (Don't ask, it's IrishxD)]

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Louis
The young man before him, who will be Louis's locker neighbor the rest of this year, seems to not be nearly as loquacious as the dark-haired student himself, but he smiles brightly and shakes his hand anyway. Even Aaron's voice is kind of quiet, his smile small and his gestures somewhat, well, awkward. The good point of being outgoing is the fact that you can do excruciatingly awkward things, and no one will think anything of it because you do so with a grin and a fast-paced mannerism. Looking at Aaron is not unlike looking at an old photograph of himself, Louis realizes, for the young man before him is shy, rather forgettable, and seems as though he would be the type to bottle everything up inside of him until BAM!, he explodes just as Ryan did. The very thought makes Louis's smile fade slightly, a frown briefly taking the place of it as he surveys the person before him. There is that single moment of silence, with the concerned frown on the boy with the hat's face, before he grins once more and leans on the longboard which he still holds- he takes it around school for the entire day, because one never knows when they might need it. Generally, teachers either don't really mind, or will half-heartedly tell him to put it up. He is such a presence in class that the board seems a rather minor detail to any decent instructor.

"And you are. . .what? A junior? Sophomore? I think we had some classes together last year, but you could just be advanced, huh? I mean, that or I could be in lower level classes and simply not think about it. But you seem fairly smart, eh? So probably the former. I'm sure we'll get on well, anyway," the chatty young man rattles on, seeming completely comfortable and oblivious to the fact that he has begun to ramble a bit. He stops and waves at a passing girl, who smiles at him and waves back before continuing on her way, and low-fives a guy, all whilst still seeming engaged by Aaron. Although he may not be an athlete or a brainiac, Louis is one of those people who become popular on the merit of personality- once everyone else seems to like him, the kids considered traditionally popular just kind of followed suit. There exists such people in every school- popular in that they know and are liked by most people, but not that they are athletic or intimidating. Such people are simply charismatic. Who would have expected that he would turn out like that, given what the young man used to be like? His phone then vibrates again, and Louis grabs at it quickly, knowing that the text is likely a response from the blocked number. Seeing the underline of the word kill, his stomach turns. The young man quickly types out a response.

To: Blocked Number
From: Louis Everly
Shut up. Why are you even bothering me? Just leave me alone.


In his frustration, he punches his own locker, creating a small dent and attracting a few stares. However, the eyes turn away when he grins at them and shakes his hand comically, "Don't know my own strength!" He explains cheerfully, earning a few chuckles and warding off most of the suspicious looks.


Marjorie
Marjorie nods in agreement, smiling brightly at the red-haired popular before her. Admittedly, she is indeed grateful to not have to share lockers with some unknown person, because they may end up trying to talk to her or some other nonsense like that, and she can hardly deal enough with being pleasant to those who it is necessary to be so with. Hence the fact that she is probably the worst among the popular group when it comes to acting cruel towards those who were below them on the social ladder. Take Sabine and Elisa for example- she started most of the insults against them, and though the spreading of rumors can be left to other girls, it was she who put into action many of the events that would lead to rumors. She may not be as gifted at cheerleading as Amanda is, but she is queen when it comes to hurting other people- a kind of stress relief that she uses to try and ease her own pain. It is incredibly effective, and though she knows that this behavior only mimicks the stereotype of taking your problems out on others, the young woman continues gladly with it. She doesn't care much about whether people hate her, as long as they also envy or fear her, and is perfectly fine with being a bad person if it means she can get through another day. Catching the smile that Amanda flashed towards the girl, one as sly as a fox, Marjorie remembered one of the reasons that she didn't entirely hate the head cheerleader- they thought rather similarly when it came to making the lives of others' difficult. The dark-haired girl smirks again herself, although this time it is not one of nerves.

"Naturally. What language are you taking?" Although she asks this, the young woman is distracted by her phone going off. She rushes to look at it, but relaxes as soon as seeing that the number is that of Charlotte.

To: Charlotte
From: Marjorie
With Amanda by the lockers. Near the lunch pavillion.

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(You might have got the gangs mixed up, Beck leads The Shards, The Emeralds are his rivals. :3)
Beck Hades


The morning had been another dull repeat of the rest of the weeks mornings:Get up, turn off the alarm, sleep, wake up once again, wash, throw on some clothes, check messages, leave, wait at the lockers for someone to pounce upon and start a conversation with. That was exactly the stage that Beck was at now, he was just waiting for the right person to target, eying up each passer by beside his metal container. It was as though nothing ever changed in his world. It was exactly like a endless cycle of the same thing over and over. He was still the OJ obsessed blonde, he was still the biggest flirt in acadamy, he was still the invisible leader of The Shards...

Not that he was complaining his life was not exactly what you would call uneventful, in fact it was the complete contrast. It was the most stressful, depressing and dangerous life you could ever live. Beck loved it here, he loved being his fake self in the acadamy, it was like living in a sweet dream that was always too much unlike reality to be real.

A vibration shocked up the blondes left leg, causing a extremely wide and handsome smile to rise upon his lips. "Someone’s popular..." Beck mumbled to himself. He carried two mobiles, one for business which he kept in his right pocket, one for friends and his "Fake" life which lived in his other. The youth pulled out the left mobile and viewed the message, receiving something very unexpected.

To: Beck Hades
From: Blocked Number
Are you still in that gang, The Emeralds? Caught you! - Anon. x


Beck froze as he read the text upon the screen, one word pulsing painfully through his mind. Caught, caught, caught... He traced the letters upon his lower back with his fingertips absently, heart pounding heart against his chest. Who was this person? How did they get a hold of his personal number? Sure enough his business number was not incredibly hard to get, all you would have to do was pinch a Shards mobile. His personal was only known by his closest, so unless they were following him or they had took someone of importance he didn’t know how they could has possibly gained the information.

To: Blocked Number
From: Beck Hades
Are you following me Emerald scum? Stalker! I know my ass is sexy but you can't have it alright? You know only cowards mock their enemy’s instead of confronting them. Lots of love Beck! xXxXx


Though his reply seemed pretty amusing, he was not laughing, his face as emotionless as a brick...

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Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Aaron Stone Character Portrait: Charlotte Clark Character Portrait: Louis Everly Character Portrait: Marjorie Feller

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Amanda


"Naturally. What language are you taking?" Amanda looked at Marjorie after her taunt towards Elisa and Sabine. "Spanish. You?" She then got a text message and she almost had a heart attack, but luckily it was from Charlotte. She asked where she was.

To: Charlotte
From: Amanda
With Marjorie, by the lunch area!


She slipped the phone back into her bag and leaned against her locker waiting for Charlotte. She was thinking about the text message she got from this morning from Anon. She deleted on instant. It was more out of shock then anything. She didn't need that kind of crap in her life. She had enough stress. Her brother for one, cheerleading for another, and school is the final. She didn't have time for Anon. He thought process is that if she leaves him alone, he will leave her alone.





Aaron now understood that the person he has to spend the rest of the school year next to, was a talker. He didn't generally know what to say to these kind of people since he tried to avoid them as much as possible. It was hard to get them to stop talking and most of the time silence was really all he wanted. "I'm a junior." He replied the the 'talker' next to him. He then got a text message, which is strange because he has no friends. He pulled the phone out from his pocket and saw that it was Anon. He then sent a quick reply.

To: Blocked Number
From: Aaron
I didn't ask for pity. I asked you to leave me alone.

Aaron slipped the phone back into his pocket and then was scared to death when Louis slammed his locker shut. He didn't jump, but it freaked him out a bit. He then stood there awkwardly again not knowing what to say, but then something popped to mine. "Are you..um..okay?" He was referring to him slamming the locker which isn't the typical thing a guy does.

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Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Anon Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Marjorie Feller Character Portrait: Beck Hades

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Sabine saw the looks she got from Marjorie and Amanda, ahe glared at them and as she walked past them she mumbled "Bitches" but she kept walking not waiting to see their reactions, she wasnt in the mood and she knew there would be some sort of confrontation with them at some point.

As she was walking she felt her phone vibrate, taking it out of her pocket and she read the text, she felt like she was going to cry but she kept her emotions intact. Her anger was close to the surface and she really wanted to find out who this person was and wanted to know why they were targeting her. She wrote a text back, not paying attention to where she was going.

To:Anon
From:Sabine
Fun? This is not fun. Just leave me the hell alone. I dont need this bs.~S


As she was walking and texting she accidentally ran into someone "Oh...sorry...I..." she stuttered and as she looked up she saw it was Beck Hades and she backed up a little. She didnt know Beck Hades that well but something about him makes Sabine not want ti be around him. "I wasn't watching where I was going.." she said, looking at him. She noticed he also had his phone out, she put hers back in her pocket then looked back up to Beck "Well...I should head to my class..."

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Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Anon Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Elisa Grace Character Portrait: Beck Hades

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Elisa Grace


The giggling and borderline creepy smiles she was getting from the two cheerleaders Sabine had pointed out was enough to make her skin crawl. Elisa had never had a problem with them, she had never had a problem with bullying in general, and most of that was probably because of her ability to stay so far below the radar that almost nobody noticed her. Well, almost nobody, because she had obviously known Sabine enough to chat a little.

"Don't worry about it. They're not important anyway," Elisa said, though her heart was pounding and her anxiety was evident on her face. If there was anything she absolutely adored about high school, it was the amount of students that gave you the ability to hide, but now she felt like she was in a wide open and empty space: a wounded gazelle with a couple of hungry lionesses waiting to pounce. If Harry Potter's Cloak of Invisibility existed, she wished she had it then.

Elisa simply didn't understand girls like Marjorie and Amanda, she didn't even understand girls like Sabine. All of them were okay with making themselves known, okay with eating, okay with being mean or vengeful. They probably all went home at night, safe and sound, only having to worry about what lipstick they would wear the next day, or what CD they wanted to listen to. Elisa would play perfect daughter while watching her own grow up as her 'sister,' and feed food to the dogs when her parents weren't looking. Everyday she had to be so flawlessly mannered, wonderfully cultured, and feign happiness. These girls all had control, at least in her eyes, and she almost envied that. It was a miracle she had managed to stay sane

To: Elisa Grace
From: Blocked Number
How do you know that? I could be standing beside you right now. x - Anon.


Why was this person so intent on messing with her head? Why were they obsessed with her life and her secrets? Elisa frowned, holding on so tightly to her textbooks that her knuckles turned white.

To: Blocked Number
From: Elisa Grace
Then you're a coward.


That was all she could manage to reply before feeling like she was going to throw up the half an apple she had just consumed. Thankfully enough, she found herself walking right past Beck and she stopped. Now, if there was anyone she could consider a friend at Mackenzie Prep, it was him. Though today, he looked a bit...stony faced, and not like his usual self. "Hey, B. Are...are you okay?"

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Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Aaron Stone Character Portrait: Charlotte Clark Character Portrait: Louis Everly Character Portrait: Marjorie Feller Character Portrait: Elisa Grace

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Louis

"You're in my year? Really? Strange- but, I suppose you are rather quiet, so I might've just not noticed you, eh?" Even as he chatters on, it begins to dawn on Louis that the cause of the young man's awkward stance and reluctant responses is probably an aversion to conversation, or interaction in general. Still, this serves to further his resolve to speak to him, for perhaps Ryan might've taken a different path, had it not only been the two of them together, quietly taking every beating and allowing troubles to boil just beneath the surface. At the same time, no one seems to subject Aaron to any ill treatment, from what he had seen, but that is likely due to his relation to the head cheerleader and hottest girl in school, one Amanda Stone. Vaguely, he wonders who it is that Aaron is texting at this moment, a slight flash of frustration across the red-haired boy's face prompting this nosy curiosity. He doesn't respond to Aaron's inquiry about his current state of being, only smiles and shakes his hand loosely to represent it having been just a rather goofy, impulsive motion.

"But I guess that means we may have the same class next, no? What science are you taking? Physics? I'm taking physics. You look like a physics sort- or an Ecology kind of guy, maybe? Well, they are all in the same hallway, aren't they? Come on- want to walk together, then?" Louis continues to prattle, glancing over once towards the other people in the hallway, more to see who is there than anything else. He recognizes the nerdy Elisa, the flirtatious Beck, the attractive but vicious Marjorie, the queen Amanda, the Hockey player Teagan, the bubbly Beth, and then. . .well, two people he doesn't know. They must be new. I know most everyone, by face at least, he thinks, not arrogantly but honestly, at noticing the two he doesn't know. Their appearances are close enough to mark familial relations, certainly. He wonders if either of them will be in a class of his, but smiles back at Aaron once more.


Marjorie
As Amanda responds that she is taking Spanish, Marjorie shakes her head in some amount of disappointment, for this means that the pair will not be in the same first class. "I'm in French IV," she responds regretfully, or so her tone of voice seems to lead on as she makes that slight pouting face that is meant to be seen as somewhat falsified, if only for a bit of exaggeration of her somewhat neutral opinions on this discrepancy of classes. The young woman runs her fingers through her hair, pushing it back so that the hair layers to favor one side. It does little to ruffle the hair, really, for she has styled it so methodically that it simply falls back into place, or at least into a neatness, when she has completed the stray action. Noticing that Amanda looks down at her phone and types something out, Marjorie can guess that Charlotte's text had been sent to them. The three basically make up the top three popular girls of the school, being cheerleaders, beautiful, and generally vicious enough to keep others in line. Honestly, Marjorie would have probably made a rather good drill sergeant, were that something that she would ever desire to pursue, due to her perfect organization and ability to insult with little to no hesitation. Of course, that isn't exactly the type of career that the young woman would ever honestly desire.

As 'Raccoon' passes by, Marjorie can catch the murmuring of the word 'bitch' under her breath, something which only serves to make her eyebrows rise with slight amusement at the lack of imagination used in the insult. "A pleasure as usual, Beany," she responds with sarcastic pleasantness, although her eyes have since returned back to Amanda. Still, the intended recipient of the retort is quite clear to anyone within hearing distance of her, and that is perfectly fine for Marjorie at the moment- she'll have an entire year to release any stress on people like that irritating Sabine.

"Should we wait for Charlotte?"

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Beck Hades

Becks head began to spin with frantic painful thoughts. How the hell could they have got his number!? And were they really following him, ready to "catch" him once again and carve more filth into his back? He fell into some sort of trance and froze stiff in shock, not even noticing the raven haired girl collide into his chest. He only realized she was there when she began to apologise in a quiet rather uneasy tone. "W..What?..." Beck questioned, blinking a few times in confusion before working out the situation.

"It's alright; I don't mind pretty girls bumping into me ya know?" He laughed lightly, masking himself in his sweet fake mask of a false personality. "You are Sabine, correct?" She seemed a little afraid of him, but Beck had experienced people being such a way around his presence already, it was as though a certain few just absently knew there was something wrong about him. The blonde youth listened as the girl named Marjorie spat a smug comment in her direction, causing him to tilt his head in an amused but displeased manner. "Are the whores...giving you problems?..."

A figure shifted past the pair, at first Beck didn’t acknowledge whom it was, but at the mere sound of the familiar voice he pounced upon the owner, swinging his masculine arms around her rather skeletal body. "Hey it’s my little Elisa! I'm fine..." She reminded him of his situation and so sneakily slid the phone into the back pocket of his formal jeans. The green eyes girl must have seen the expression on his face before hand; it must have caught her attention as such a look was rather foreign and rare upon his handsome face. "What about you? Are you alright?" Beck asked, pulling her gently away from him and looking at her own expression. Her adorable shyness made her hard to read, she reminded him of a book that was padlocked, chained, and kept in a chest, and yet she was the story he found most interesting.

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Sabine had her hands in her pockets as Beck responded to her in a flirtatious way "Yeah im Sabine...and your Beck, right?" she asked but sh already knew. She looked down to her feet, taking out her phone from her pocket, she looked at the blank screen for a few minutes, her mind going over the two texts she got from the blocked number. She still has no idea how this person knows, she has yet to tell a single living soul about being a lesbian, she hoped whoever this person was would just stop. She didn't need this stress, not now.

She looked back when she heard what Marjorie said and rolled her eyes, Beany has been one of the many nicknames she has had since she was a child but she just likes to be called Sabine, and the cheerleaders, especially Marjorie, like to use it in a mocking way towards her. Hearing Beck she nods "Yeah, nothing new though, been dealing with their torment for awhile now" she shrugs her shoulders a bit "I try to not let it bug me but sometimes they just say the right thing to hit the wrong nerve".

When Elise caught Beck's attention she decided now would be the best time to leave "Well I guess ill see you both around". She walked away from the two and headed to the physics classroom. Once she got there she opened the door and noticed there was only a couple other kids there already. She headed to the back of the classroom and sat down at a table in the last row. Opening her backpack, she took out a notebook, a pen, and her ipod, which she turned on low and put one of her ear buds in her ear and let her hair cover it. She turned it on and Angels by Within Temptations started to play, she listened to the music and got lost in thought as she waited for class to start.