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Maggie Kenneth

Is the right thing always really the right thing?

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a character in “No One Mourns The Wicked”, as played by Imaveronica

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Image"I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean."
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Name:
Magnolia Emilia Kenneth
Nicknames:
Maggie
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Homosexual
Ethnicity:
American




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"She's imperfect, but she tries..."


Appearance:
Standing at 5'6" Maggie has a fairly athletic body. Her wavy brown hair falls down below her shoulders, when not up in a pony tail. Maggie is very good at upkeep, when it comes to her hair and skin, so she's usually gleaming with cleanliness. As organized as Maggie is mentally, she is the same in her outfits. Usually sticking with bright solid pastel colors. She loves a good dress and pair of shoes to match, and it some cases it may make or break her attitude for the day.

Secret:
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During high school Maggie had access to a lot of things an average student didn't. This was of course because of her parents. One day at school, one of Maggie's few good friends, Kim, came to her crying. She was upset and said that the stress her parents were putting on her was to great and she couldn't take it anymore. Kim told Maggie, she was going to file to be excommunicated from her parents. Of course, being the person she is, Maggie wanted to help. Kim told her there was nothing she could do, and to stay out of it, all she needed was the support. For Maggie, it wasn't enough to stand idle while her friend went to see a lawyer. So, she went home to her precious technology and began background checks on Kim's parents. When results came up that showed Kim's parents were illegal immigrants Maggie's stomach dropped. With out much thought, the 16 year old anonymously reported to the USCIS the issue. Maggie was sure that because Kim was born in the United States, she would be permitted to stay, while her parents would be sent away. However, things did not turn out as planned. The next week at school Kim was gone, along with her parents and everything they owned from there house. Maggie was left alone to face the fact that she had Kim and her family deported.




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"No one is alone, truly."
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Personality:


Maggie is a smart girl. She has been told this her whole life. So often when people ask her to describe herself, she falls short of the knowledge to explain who she is beyond being smart. However, upon meeting Maggie it's easy to see how kind, and open she is as a person. She will instantly shake your hand in greeting, and can hold a conversation with even the quietest of people, for a reputable amount of time. The brunette's ability to make one feel comfortable around her is something she prides herself on. Growing up around two parents who were definitely over bearing at times, Maggie has learned not to be incredibly nosy in conversations, but to listen closely to the speaker for signs of emotion and hints at conversation topics. Maggie does not strive to be the center of attention, she only wishes to carry a good reputation and bright smile were ever she goes. When this small brunette is thrown into a project she takes it very seriously, and wastes no time. While her passion for coding, and stellar ability to focus on work is wonderful, it is also one of her downfalls. Maggie has lost more than one friend due to her work. She often puts work ahead of friendship, and forgets drops everything when asked to be apart of a new project. This aspect of Maggie has caused many errors in her life from her relationships, to her own health. Maggie tends to talk a lot. Whether it be to comfort a friend, or explain a strategy, she had a lot to say. Maggie always feels like she needs to set things right herself, which leads to her secret and why she's in the dilemma she is today.
Talents:
Coding- Due to Maggie's access to advanced technology at a young age, she developed the talent rather early. Her mind works fast when infront of a computer screen, it is in her blood to code.
Organization- Maggie is naturally a very collected person. Her outfits are simple, her room very minimalist, and her work organized by importance. Anyone who needs help reorganizing their life should turn directly to Maggie for help.
Weaknesses:
Thought collect- Maggie has a difficult time collecting her thoughts. More often than not, when she speak, she speaks in paragraphs of unconnecting sentences. She has a lot to say, but the order in which she should say it is never clear to her.
Over analysis- When caught in even the simplist of situations, Maggie tends to over analyze. She is not afraid to take the few extra seconds, as awkward as they may be, to judge a person when talking to them.
Fears:
Maggie fears getting caught in spiral of lies. She hates questions because she's afraid someone will bring up past events and cause her to lie like she had so many times before when she was in high school.




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"Promises break, so don't make one you can't hold onto. "

History:
Magnolia Emilia Kenneth was born an only child of two successful parents. She grew up in a large house with room after room after room to play in. Very early in her life Magnolia began going by Maggie, as it was shorter and easier for her young self to spell, it stuck from then on. Maggie's father worked with the government taking down hackers and keeping viruses out of the White Houses computers. He also worked with the Army, providing top technology to them. Maggie's mother worked for the government as well, but from home. Due to the high quality technology in their house, Maggie became use to working it at a young age. She watched her parents work constantly, and picked up their technique.
When Maggie entered middle school she made huge strides academically. She was permitted to skip to the 8th grade in math and science. During middle school Maggie developed many good relationships with her teachers, they helped her strive, but at the same time caused her to loose popularity among students her own age.
When Maggie entered high school she was at the top of her class and spent the majority of her time with kids older than herself. Her relationship with her parents remained average, although there were many nights she spent alone when they were out of town.




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"You forgave, but I won't forget."

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Maggie Kenneth's Story

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Maggie sat on the floor against her bed. Her legs were scrunched up to her chest and she was going through old photo albums. Coming back for the funeral had been an interesting return. A return to her childhood almost. Every street seemed to hold some type of story, good or bad. And every house the same. She'd even taken the time to visit her high school and share new stories with old teachers. There was one single memory of high school Maggie despised, among the many. That memory was her friend Kim and Kim's family. The house they had once lived in was now owned by an older couple and had been completely renovated. However, the memory still lingered and Maggie refused to drive past the house.

Being back in her childhood room and looking through the endless photos her mom had some how crammed into 3 beige colored scrapbooks was bringing back the many memories of what her life had been life before. Before Kim, before Maggie worked for the government, before she knew how to work a 2016 data processor and analyzer. On one page of the book, it must have been from 4th grade, was a photo of Jude Ahn in a skeleton Halloween costume, on either side of him was Maggie, and Anne Preacher. Each child was holding a plastic bucket and smiling at the camera.

"This must have been taken before we were taught about personal space..."
Maggie mumbled to herself, raising an eye brow at how tight the group has squeezed together to fit into the frame. With a slight scrunch of her nose Maggie closed the book tightly and slid it under her bed along with the other 2 that lay next to her. She pushed herself up off the ground sliding across the carpet and to the stairs. "Hey Mom, I'm going to walk to the library, okay I'll be back later, whenever.... I'll text you!" She called out towards the computer room.

Throwing a jacket on over her red sweater she pushed open the front door and was met with a soft breeze of spring air. Going to the library had been one of Maggie's most treasured past times. It was only a 10 minute walk away from books, upon books, upon books. And she wanted to check up on the local librarians, see if they were up to date on all of her favorite genres.

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With the Starbucks Old Folks Rendezvous nearly completely dissipated the world began to lose its color – his coffee was gone, the song birds stopped sounding beautiful, and his right leg continued to bounce up and down in impatience. No wonder he had spent his youth soaking his brain in alcoholic concoctions; the town was boring and without a hint of excitement during the daytime. He looked to his phone for solace and stood up, tempted to smoke another cigarette to ease his nerves – but he knew it wouldn’t actually do anything for him, and he began wandering down the street. Wherever he ended up was of no concern to him, if he could find himself somewhere that could at least hold his attention for more than a few minutes then he would be happy, and his footsteps echoed behind him.

To: Original G Anne
caviar? shameful. they could have at least given you something good smh

To: Original G Anne
uhhhh sure. you were cool with iggy right? here ya go [[ peace sign emoji ]]
[[ number shared : Iggy-Pop 2.0 ]]

Jude furrowed his brow, briefly considering all the other people he used to know, but for the most part contact dwindled to nothing and everyone moved on – if it wasn’t for the funeral chances are he wouldn’t have seen the vast majority of former ‘friends’ ever again (because he would rather die than attend a high school reunion). With his aimless wandering coming to an end he stood at the door to the local library, a place he never visited for its true purpose. Reading books while having dyslexia was more similar to torture than anything else, and the most use he got from the place was selling adderall between shelves and checking out outdated manuals that were only ever used to conceal something illegal. He glanced to his phone, slowly realizing that in reality he had nothing better to do, and entered the building, passing by the librarian and the groups of people he only vaguely recognized.

If anything maybe he would run into someone, and his eyes scanned the room for familiar faces, only to linger on a girl who had her head a book (this shouldn’t be surprising, he was in a goddamn library after all), yet for some reason his brain seemed to reel backwards, as if trying to dive in a pit of memories to remember why this girl seemed so striking.

“Maggie?” He said her name without thinking, astonished to see his childhood friend back in town – which again, shouldn’t be such a shock, but for some reason when they drifted apart he began to think that the girl had slipped into a world of her own, one where there’s logic and prestige, without anything messy and certainly no funerals. Nonetheless, there she was, and despite the years of silence between them Jude approached her, sitting down on the chair across from hers, a small coffee table separating them. “I guess everyone really did come back. Where did you go off too, anyways?” As always he immediately steered into conversation, genuinely curious about what had happened to her years after those blissful summers they shared as children.

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Maggie comfortably found herself a place in the library with a book and a small ice tea from the library's cafe. She crossed one leg over the other and adjusting her glasses slightly, began with the book, instantly isolated from the world and thrown back in time to another world. Her fingers slowly parting each page from the next as she grew deeper and deeper into the novel. The white noise around her seemed to dissipate to nothing as the character's voices filled her head instead. From the corner of her eye though she saw feet and before she could lift her eyes to the person he called out her name. Maggie's eyes flicked up to meet his.

"Jude Ahn?" She said quickly as if pulling the name from a forgotten file cabinet in the back of her brain. Jude had been a childhood friend, a playmate of sorts for her younger years. Seeing him now was like some sort of time warp, they had been so little. What happened? Before she could look back down to her book he was coming around to sit across from her and start up a conversation. She slid a leather bookmark into the book and folded it gently.

"Well, after graduation I moved to Washington D.C. to attend Georgetown University and continue work with the FBI." She set her book down on the coffee table. "It's been a really good couple of years down there, Sophomore year has been really great so far. Thanks to the funeral, I got sometime off the come back." She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear "Nothing's changed!" She laughed genuinely smiling at her childhood friend. Jude had really grown to be an adult, or well look like one, Maggie couldn't say if he acted like one or not. She hadn't talked to him in years.

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Despite what one may say about those with an attention disorder one of his few good traits was his ability to listen to another person speak – he took the words in with stride and paired them with a hazy phantasmagoria, imagining the woman standing in the great halls of a university, her smile curled into her cheeks, bright and true. Jude relaxed into the support of the chair, receding into the habit of curling into himself, pulling his legs off from the ground to rest his heels on the edge of the elevated surface. Languidly, he looped his arms around his legs, his hands weightless around his ankles. His chest felt warm as it ached, and he felt happy for Maggie, and simultaneously envious of her, because it sounded like she had the whole world laid out in front of her fingertips.

He raised his eyebrows, shamelessly impressed – after all, it wasn’t every day one meets a twenty year old working for the FBI, the very fact a testament of how different they came to be. “The FBI? That’s some real X-Files type shit.” Jude smiled into his response, feeling the sensation of monotony fade from the edges of his being, and for the sake of not ruining this interaction right from the get-go he ignored the vibrations from his cell phone, even though part of him immediately felt anxious about looking at the glistening screen.

“You say nothing’s changed but from over here it looks like you changed a lot.” He added, his amiable tone betraying the solemnness of his words. That’s how life is; they grow and cross new thresholds, until hardly anything from their pasts remain. Hannah, the beloved girl they all came to mourn, died young – and Maggie, no longer a child, was working with the government, building a life with her own hands. Jude’s shoulders fell, relaxing somewhat, and he hummed thoughtfully. “Though what’s more interesting is D.C’s zoo. Have you seen the pandas they have there? I bet they’re huge.”

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Jude Ahn could certainly make himself comfortable. Maggie thought to herself watching him adjust his seated position. She pondered what he'd been doing all these years. She had barely kept up with him during high school, college would have been an even bigger challenge.

"It's mostly just counter work at this point, with the occasional field trip to the crime scene." Maggie explained folding her hands. She left it at that to spare Jude details of the many sleepless nights and mental break downs that had inhabited her life in recent years. I mean sure it was fun to say but to actually work for the FBI was nothing like any crime show or movie out there. It was hard work, long hours, and not nearly as rewarding as she had imagined it would be in high school. She smiled to him and then he spoke again.

it looks like you've changed a lot.

And the words echoed in her head as her smiled faded quickly and her posture stiffened. I haven't changed, what does Jude Ahn know about me to say I've changed? We haven't spoken since high school... he doesn't have the right to... -her thoughts her cut off by his next sentence concerning pandas.

"No, I haven't been to the zoo in D.C...." Maggie's eye contact was disconnected from his as her phone went of with a soft ding and she turned to it quickly.

Mom: I heard that Anne Preacher is in town this week as well. Make a point to say hi to her Maggie. -Mom

She never understood why her mother felt obligated to sign every text she sent.

"Is Anne in town?" Maggie's eyes flicked up toward Jude quickly.

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Distracted by the noise Maggie’s phone had made he took a moment to check his own messages as well, scanning over Iggy’s response and making a mental reminder to get back to her later to draw up some plans. Plans that included an unhealthy amount of whiskey at the very least – he desperately needed a liquid cure after the trip and subsequent interrogation. Delayed for a moment, Jude looked back up at his childhood friend, processing her question before realizing what she was asking.

“She is. If you don’t already have it, I can give you her number?” He offered, figuring since Anne asked for everyone’s new numbers anyways that she wouldn’t mind if Maggie suddenly sent her a text (although what it could be, he wasn’t sure). Looking back to his phone he scrolled through his contacts until he reached Anne’s number, wondering if the only reason why Maggie had asked about the final piece of their old trio was because of the mystery message. Was speaking to all of them only out of courtesy? The thought of that reality did nothing for him – that’s simply how it was, a person’s life couldn’t include everyone from their past, and everyone drifted away from someone.

When all was said and done they would again leave Smithbrook and return to their new lives, forgetting one another in pursuit of unattainable desires. His thoughts drifted back to the interrogation; of Hannah and the life she must have begun to build, of the investigators whispering of suspects and murder. Had someone actually killed her – and how could anyone take away a person who gave everyone she met a smile? “Hey,” Jude began, thinking back to how Anne was also questioned by the police, beginning to wonder how far their search stretched. Was it possible that anyone was a suspect? “Weird question, but were you questioned by the police when you came here?”

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When Jude revealed he had Anne's number, Maggie handed her phone over to him. She watched him intently, pondering if Jude himself had visited with anyone else who happened to be back in town. When Jude asked about questioning Maggie raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. When I got home they immediately came over. I called my lawyer right away and a few security taps were sent from my works headquarters so I didn't originally have to go in." She explained with a deeply irritated sign. "I did however volunteer to go in later to the station and explain my relationship with Hannah to the detectives on the case... If you could even call it a case, they've got practically nothing right now. I don't think it was really any use going in though. I hadn't spoken to Hannah months prior to her passing..." Maggie rubbed her neck thinking about her deceased classmate. She refused to think farther than the facts about Hannah's death. Anything beyond that hit her heart to deeply and that was something she had been keeping out of her mind since she was given the news back in D.C. Hannah was a good person. A really good person, it was dreadful to think that such a person's life had to be cut so short.

"So where did you go off to after high school Jude? And how's your family?" She pulled her ice tea off the table next to her and took a sip. Looking out the window the sun was shining, the trees were at a stand still with no breeze. Maggie thought about all the summer trips to the library and all the time she had spent reading outside in their well kept garden. Jude had never joined her on those trips, even when they were friends. Perhaps reading in a garden isn't as appealing as ten year old me had thought... She thought, tearing her gaze away from the window and back towards Jude.

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After taking her phone Jude immediately began transferring the number, carefully imputing them to ascertain whether he typed the digits in the right order or not. Nines and fours in particular gave him plenty of grief, as the numbers seemed to morph into different symbols and jump around the lines of text. As always it took him a bit longer to be sure he had typed the right information (having to fix a mistake once or twice), but with Anne’s number now in Maggie’s phone – along with his own – he reached over to give her back the phone, his eyebrows raised as she concluded her experience with the police.

If they were questioning someone like Maggie then it only supported the idea that the police had no leads on the case, and the very thought caused his stomach to sink as trepidation rose. The corners of his mouth curled downwards and he slowly eased back into the support of the chair, his brow furrowed and train of thought reaching a wall – maybe this was outside of his realm of comprehension. "I had a similar experience – well, I wasn't as clever and didn't call any lawyers, but they brought me in too. Same thing happened to Anne." Nonetheless, the feeling of unease wouldn’t leave him, and even as his attention returned to the conversation at hand he felt tension tangle in the center of his chest, right over his heart.

“The family’s good. Elliot’s working for ICBC in Beijing, my parent’s finished remolding the clinic – and they adopted a dog, you know, after I spent my whole life trying to convince them to get one. It’s a papillon named paprika.” He smiled into his recollection; visiting his parents hadn’t been the disaster he had believe it could be, and it had actually been nice to see them, even with his brother living on the other side of the world. “After high school I moved around the east coast a lot to start producing music. Right now I’m working for a smaller label based out of New York City, which has been…good. It’s been fun.” Shifting in his spot, Jude lowered his feet back down to the floor, deciding to leave out any gritty details – after all, right now he was alive, and everything else might as well be irrelevant.

“Oh, I put my number into your phone too, just encase you ever need it.” He added, wondering if the gesture was a little too late – and in a brief moment memories fluttered through his mind, memories of turning down library trips (he was too embarrassed of his dyslexia then, and avoided written words like the plague) and how he instead ran off with kids that started smoking way too early, kids that entered high school with alcohol in their book bags – but he shook the past off by smoothing down the wrinkles in his pants, refusing to indulge in ‘what-ifs’ right now.

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Maggie nodded along as Jude explained his life since graduation. He seemed to have himself put together, and she was happy for him because of this. Jude had always been the least stable of their childhood trio when high school came around. The idea had he was able to move forward since, comforted Maggie in the way that maybe her fellow Smithbrook alums hadn't turn out so bad after all. If Jude had become this put together looking person, who knows what everyone else had become. Which made Maggie think of Anne. She reached down to her lap for her phone and began typing.

Anne Preacher: Hi Anne, it's Maggie Kenneth. I'm with Jude right know, he gave me your number. We should try and meet up sometime while we are both still in town.

Sure it was bold to ask, but where as Maggie could kind of shift the blame to Jude for their separation, she couldn't help put feel bad for avoiding Anne on more than one occasion during high school. It was more than just different interests that had set the two girls apart.

"Any plans for tonight Jude?" Maggie said standing up and stretching. She's been in the library for quite a while it was probably time to head home. She thought about how she was free tonight and pretty much every night, considering Jude was the first social interaction outside her family since the funeral.

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When he watched Maggie stand and wring herself out he realized how restless he was becoming – and maybe it was the espresso he drank earlier, or maybe it was the sheer languid, sleepiness of the library. Nonetheless, Jude remained in the chair, figuring that she was probably going to leave soon and that he wouldn’t mind sitting alone for a minute, especially when considering the off-chance he may run into somebody. “Nothing set in stone, at least.” He responded casually, thinking back to his text to Iggy, and he refereed back to that mental note that told him to contact her. All they needed was people, some drinks, and they would be set for a decent gathering. He thought of bars and backyards, of starting a bonfire and eating s’mores, and it was all so nostalgic and tempting.

Maybe he’ll buy marshmallows later.

“Iggy Ramone is back in town too, and we were kind of talking about getting people together for old times’ sake later.” Jude elucidated, gesturing with his hand in a circular motion, as if he was half-distracted by the little thoughts of detail inside his head. “It won’t be anything wild. Just text me if you decide you want to show up, and I’ll give you the details. I should have the time and place figured out in a couple hours.” Relaxed and confident he finished his explanation with a nod, because despite the idea of having Maggie Keaton over for even a chill hang-out was something surreal (and something that wouldn’t have happened back in high school) he really wouldn’t mind it. After all they were all adults now, or whatever.

Still, he still couldn’t shake that ominous feelings - like there was something dark creeping up behind them, something lingering in their collective peripheral vision, like a blur he couldn't quite make out.

So he bit his bottom lip and exhaled slowly, sighing into a bare smile, deciding to ignore it, for now.

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Annie was halfway to the Jefferson house she... thought. She was still a bit hazy about geographical details. She was pretty sure she was about halfway though, when her phone alerted her to a new text. She dug it out of her bag and unlocked the screen, thinking Oliver had finally gotten back to her when she opened her messages.

This... wasn't from Oli.

Maggie.

The sudden reintroduction of Magnolia Kenneth to her life more than stirred up corpses. Was she visiting family, or... of course, she'd been friends with Hannah too. Had Maggie been at the funeral? Anne assumed she must've been, but... she must not have recognized her.

Annie swallowed hard as a wave of guilt rushed through her. She had been past this, past the little girls with brown hair, one undersized with skinned knees and the other far too smart for her own good. Past the play dates, past the tutoring sessions, past the shame and self-conscious fear that had driven Annie away from her friend. But she hadn't expected to forget her face; hadn't expected that one day she could be in the same room as Maggie and not even realize it.

She'd stopped walking, but she didn't know when. She took a few breaths to settle her hands, then began typing.

To: Maggie

Or... was that to informal? It had been a few years... She made a quick change to the saved information, then began again. She should say something non-committal, but not negative.

To: Magnolia
>Sure.

The moment she clicked send, she became nervous that responding with just that one word might be perceived as rude. She should say something else.

To: Magnolia
>Did you have something in mind? I'm free for anything.

Wait, wait, no, that sounded too suggestive. She should send a third message to even it out.

To: Magnolia
>Almost anything. Most things.

This was a mistake. She had made a mistake. It was too late now, so she could only hope not to make herself look like any more of an idiot later. She turned back to her parents' house, then paused and sent one more text.

To: Unsaint Jude
>thank you for your continued contribution
>i always appreciate everything you do all the time forever

She made a mental note to kick Jude the next time she got the chance, then started walking for home. She really needed that shower.

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"Alright bye Jude." Maggie spoke giving him a small wave. If she was going to go out tonight she'd need to freshen up a bit, considering she hadn't put make up on her since she arrived home last week. Maggie slid the book she had been reading onto the book return shelf and made her way out the door. Back into the sun again, she strolled down the path towards her home. Maggie was silently hoping she would have the house to herself for a while, it would give her time away from her mother. There seemed to be a tension in the air the past week. Maybe it was her parents stress over considering selling the house, or Maggie coming out to them less then 5 months ago, she wasn't sure, but it was discomforting. If both her parents were gone Maggie could blast music and relax her tight posture, something she hadn't done since high school.

As the young girl made her way up the driveway her phone vibrated softly in her pocket. Maggie's mind instantly remembered Anne, and how she had sent that text to her earlier that day. Before she could get to pulling it out of her pocket the phone vibrated again. Maggie opened the 2 messages reading them quickly. No introduction. No oh hey Maggie! It's been a while! No casual update. Just a straight forward Sure if you pick the time and place... If you want to... If I have to. It was forced play dates and awkward confrontation all over again.

A third text came in. Most things??? What on earth did she have in mind? Maggie entered her house, no one appeared to be home. She climbed the stairs to her room thinking up a response.

To: Anne Preacher
Actually Jude said he was planning something for tonight. Maybe I'll see you there.


To: Jude Ahn
Hey Jude. Send me the details, I will be able to come tonight.


Maggie sent off the two texts and threw her phone onto her bed in frustration heading straight for the shower,

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This was a mistake. Coming here was a mistake. Parties has too much noise, too many people, too much happening at once, and without her meds she knew she was playing with fire. But she had to do this. She owed it to Jude, to Maggie, to herself to make an appearance, to try and act like a normal college student. Well, dropout, but the point was the same. It was time to put on her game face and convince all of creation that she could still function as a person.

And so here she was, showered and dressed in something approximating clean clothing, sitting in her car on the curb outside. She rubbed at her eyes, then moved her hands out to rub her face instead. She looked at herself in the rear view mirror, hair down, hands over her mouth, and sighed heavily. Then she opened the car door and stepped out.

She could see lights flashing from the windows, could feel the bass pumping even though she stood on the sidewalk twenty feet from the front door. She saw a guy with messy blond hair sitting outside, but no sign of Maggie, Jude or Oliver. Was Oliver even here? Somehow she doubted it, and she'd never replied to Maggie's last text so she doubted Maggie would be actively waiting for her to make an appearance.

Maybe I'll see you there.

"Like yeah, sure, I guess you could come. If you want." Very noncommittal. She tugged at the sleeves of her plain blue hoodie, her eyes moving to the guy outside again. He looked familiar, somehow, though she couldn't quite... wait.

"Spence?" She said his name before she could catch herself, and her reflex was to pretend she hadn't said anything and go inside. Instead she walked over. May as well say hello, right? Even though she hadn't seen him since he started high school. "Spencer Heath, right?" He looked different. She almost hadn't been able to recognize him. Couldn't recognize Maggie though, could you?

"Um. Annie, I mean Anne Preacher." She gestured vaguely to herself. "Do you remember me? I mean it's been a while, and last time I saw you, you were..." ...Shorter.

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Maggie sat on the bathroom counter in her room curling her hair and trying trying desperately to make herself look presentable. When she had packed she hadn't thought to bring any party clothes. Not that she really owned any like that to begin with. There weren't many party invitations flying her way in DC to say the least.

Once her hair was curled to the best of her ability, Maggie did her makeup and then threw on a simple black dress followed by a few sensibly layered gold necklaces. She stood in the mirror for a moment looking herself over. To conclude getting ready Maggie took off her glasses, and dreadfully inserted her contacts. It took five tries and three 'you can do this' speeches to herself to put the contacts actually on her eyes. Stepping back and sees herself dressed up, with out her glasses on to hide her face, Maggie felt different, older, and possibly a little more confident. She placed her glasses down gently on the counter and made her way downstairs.

"Oh! Maggie wow look how grown up!" Maggie's mother instantly beamed upon seeing her. "Thanks Mom.... you know it's just a small party, nothing much -don't even know why I'm going, maybe I should go a little later -maybe I shouldn't go" "Maggie you're rambling.... and c'mon. I have to drive you. Your car is still in the shop and Dad's had has his and I need mine, so let's go." Her mom continued to speak, grabbing the keys. "Are you kidding me? What is this? The 8th grade formal?" She gritted her teeth angrily, but slide into the passengers seat.

"Okay, here Mom. Stop here." The car stopped.
They were about 7 houses down from the actual party."I'll walk from here. Bye Mom love you! I'll text you!" She called getting out of the car and stepping onto the side walk. Now to begin the dreaded walk towards a party full of people, she'd basically blocked from her head for the last two years or so, not to mention Anne.