XXXXXXXXBrooklyn Winslet
Xγ Rising Senior | Influential | #7d7d7d | HERE γ
"Yes, Mom... I know. My grades will be better going into senior year... Fine, I promise no principal visits... Okay, bye I love-" She hung up before Brooklyn finish. Brooklyn shoved her phone into her clutch, not wanting to take her anger out on the thing. Neither of her parents wanted to join Anthony and her on the drive to Laurel. Work is priority over either of them so it wasn't shocking that they weren't attending. Her older brother gave her a squeeze on the shoulder, attempting to comfort her. She gave him a fake smile before turning to stare out the window.
They parked on the outskirts of the party. Brooklyn admired the fire as it danced in the sky, reminding her of a ballet routine she did as a child. She attempted to get out of the car, but found it unlocked. Without saying a word, Anthony took her clutch and began to rummage through it. "I believe my therapist said we should begin the trusting phase of my rehabilitation." She said with a scowl, attempting to reach for the bag. Her brother frowned and help it out of her grasp. Damn him for being taller. "And I know you so that shrink can stick his doctorate up his ass." The last thing she wanted was for a fight to start. It'd take forever and she wasn't about to miss the first party of the year. Her brother sighed, handing her clutch and phone back to her. Brooklyn smirked at him as he got back into the car. Before driving off, he spoke to her, "I know you've got the doctors fooled, but please quit this. I'd rather plan your wedding than a funeral." Those words, while sounding cold to outside ears, meant the world to her. Anthony was one of the few people who cared and he cried when he first heard of her addiction. 'He's too good a person to get dragged into her shit' as she ran her finger down her phone that happened to have a hidden compartment that her brother didn't know about.
Strutting through the crowd, the people parted like the sea. Brooklyn commanded attention like the rightful queen she is and her rule could be called a dictatorship. Those people were just jealous like everyone is when they aren't deemed acceptable for her clique. Speaking of, she spotted her lovely group around the fire, minus Petra, her BFF. She quick shot off a text in her, Daniel, and Petra's group chat, smiling after reading Daniel's earlier text.
Peetie, I expect your presence soon. I might take Daniel up on that offer if you're a no show >:)
She moved closer to her friends, tucking herself under Daniel's arm. It would encourage the rumors that the two of them were together and Brooklyn would have a good laugh if it made the Breadbowl. Daniel might not like it so much, but he'd get over it. She gave him her most innocent smile, knowing he'd shrug it off. "Congratulations, I'm here! All of your lives just got better." Taking stock of who's arrived and who's yet to arrive. She had to get Thayer to take pictures of her tonight. She missed teasing him too. "So, what have I missed? "
They parked on the outskirts of the party. Brooklyn admired the fire as it danced in the sky, reminding her of a ballet routine she did as a child. She attempted to get out of the car, but found it unlocked. Without saying a word, Anthony took her clutch and began to rummage through it. "I believe my therapist said we should begin the trusting phase of my rehabilitation." She said with a scowl, attempting to reach for the bag. Her brother frowned and help it out of her grasp. Damn him for being taller. "And I know you so that shrink can stick his doctorate up his ass." The last thing she wanted was for a fight to start. It'd take forever and she wasn't about to miss the first party of the year. Her brother sighed, handing her clutch and phone back to her. Brooklyn smirked at him as he got back into the car. Before driving off, he spoke to her, "I know you've got the doctors fooled, but please quit this. I'd rather plan your wedding than a funeral." Those words, while sounding cold to outside ears, meant the world to her. Anthony was one of the few people who cared and he cried when he first heard of her addiction. 'He's too good a person to get dragged into her shit' as she ran her finger down her phone that happened to have a hidden compartment that her brother didn't know about.
Strutting through the crowd, the people parted like the sea. Brooklyn commanded attention like the rightful queen she is and her rule could be called a dictatorship. Those people were just jealous like everyone is when they aren't deemed acceptable for her clique. Speaking of, she spotted her lovely group around the fire, minus Petra, her BFF. She quick shot off a text in her, Daniel, and Petra's group chat, smiling after reading Daniel's earlier text.
Peetie, I expect your presence soon. I might take Daniel up on that offer if you're a no show >:)
She moved closer to her friends, tucking herself under Daniel's arm. It would encourage the rumors that the two of them were together and Brooklyn would have a good laugh if it made the Breadbowl. Daniel might not like it so much, but he'd get over it. She gave him her most innocent smile, knowing he'd shrug it off. "Congratulations, I'm here! All of your lives just got better." Taking stock of who's arrived and who's yet to arrive. She had to get Thayer to take pictures of her tonight. She missed teasing him too. "So, what have I missed? "
XXXXXXXXDrake Darby
lXγ Rising Junior | Power | #aa0909 | HERE γ
Drake wasn't the type to spend hours getting ready for a party. He normally threw on a clean pair of jeans, one of his many superhero shirts, and a pair of chucks. Now, he was going through his limited wardrobe to find something. Drake looked nice with his flannel and black pants. However, underneath was a Spiderman shirt, for luck. Tonight would be different than last year or the year before. It had to be. Drake was tired of being the awkward nerd who people thought they needed to protect him or take him under their wing. He did appreciate it since it's made him plenty of new friends, but he wanted to be the cool guy. While he loved Peter Parker, he wanted to be a Tony Stark, the suave cool one that everyone wanted to befriend. Although, if he was talking Avengers, he'd was more like Bruce Banner. Spiderman wasn't an original Avenger, but- 'Focus! If you go down that train of thought, you won't ever make it to the party.'
Only a few can sit through one of Drake's lectures on the history of comic books. One of them was his roommate, Asher Blanche, was one of the few who could tolerate it. He is his best friend at Laurel and now roommate. Drake hopes they'll get to hang out at the party. Drake remembers one time they- A buzz from Drake's phone brought him away from his reminiscing. A text from his friend and mentor when it came to photography. Looking at the time stamp, Drake grabbed his keys and phone before dashing out of his room. He completely lost track of time!
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Drake was out of breathe when he finally made it to the fire. He leaned back on one of the many trees surrounding the area, scanning the area while trying to make air get into his lungs. He spotted Thayer and Keevan. Drake wished he remembered to grab his camera so they could get a lesson in, but this is a party so maybe they could just hang. He spotted Sean, but didn't feel like starting off the night with the guy. They had a shaky friendship that only started due to Sean accidently using his power on the guy. To this day, Drake doesn't know if they are real friends or not. Finally, he noticed the popular kids. Lance wasn't so bad and Daniel ignored him which was okay, but Brooklyn made it her personal mission to ruin his life. Drake would keep his distance from her. However, Lucy was over there so he dared to sneak some looks. He noticed her the first day she arrived at school. She was in his science class and Drake would admit he spent most of that class staring like an idiot. The material was easy to him and he wanted to offer help to her, but Brooke decided she was going to be her next mean girl. It was unfortunate, because she seemed like a nice girl and Drake hoped she wouldn't be one of his crushes that nothing came of. Call him naΓ―ve, but he still had some hope. He shot her smile when she looked his way before turning his head so he wouldn't capture the group's attention. Drake sent a text to Asher, wherever he was.
Hey man! I'm at the firepit, let's do something crazzzzy!!!
Asher would show up soon, but he had Thayer and Keevan for now. He filled himself a solo cup, taking careful sips so there won't be a repeat of sophomore year. He's been labeled lightweight ever since. He walked up to the guys. "Have room for one more?"
Only a few can sit through one of Drake's lectures on the history of comic books. One of them was his roommate, Asher Blanche, was one of the few who could tolerate it. He is his best friend at Laurel and now roommate. Drake hopes they'll get to hang out at the party. Drake remembers one time they- A buzz from Drake's phone brought him away from his reminiscing. A text from his friend and mentor when it came to photography. Looking at the time stamp, Drake grabbed his keys and phone before dashing out of his room. He completely lost track of time!
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Drake was out of breathe when he finally made it to the fire. He leaned back on one of the many trees surrounding the area, scanning the area while trying to make air get into his lungs. He spotted Thayer and Keevan. Drake wished he remembered to grab his camera so they could get a lesson in, but this is a party so maybe they could just hang. He spotted Sean, but didn't feel like starting off the night with the guy. They had a shaky friendship that only started due to Sean accidently using his power on the guy. To this day, Drake doesn't know if they are real friends or not. Finally, he noticed the popular kids. Lance wasn't so bad and Daniel ignored him which was okay, but Brooklyn made it her personal mission to ruin his life. Drake would keep his distance from her. However, Lucy was over there so he dared to sneak some looks. He noticed her the first day she arrived at school. She was in his science class and Drake would admit he spent most of that class staring like an idiot. The material was easy to him and he wanted to offer help to her, but Brooke decided she was going to be her next mean girl. It was unfortunate, because she seemed like a nice girl and Drake hoped she wouldn't be one of his crushes that nothing came of. Call him naΓ―ve, but he still had some hope. He shot her smile when she looked his way before turning his head so he wouldn't capture the group's attention. Drake sent a text to Asher, wherever he was.
Hey man! I'm at the firepit, let's do something crazzzzy!!!
Asher would show up soon, but he had Thayer and Keevan for now. He filled himself a solo cup, taking careful sips so there won't be a repeat of sophomore year. He's been labeled lightweight ever since. He walked up to the guys. "Have room for one more?"