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Mrs. Hunt

"There's someone for everyone out there. Your person just happens to be four cats."

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a character in “Pismo Beach High : School of Drama and Lies”, as played by Saint Bella

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Mrs. Portia Selene Hunt

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Portia laughed as her husband Antoine took her to her favorite place, the auditorium in her alma mater, Pismo Beach High School. She had started student teaching with Mr. Martins, and favored the auditorium even more. Two of her favorite students served them dinner on the balcony, and scurried to hide behind the closed act curtians.

They enjoyed her favorite dinner, soy - sauce infused rice and teryaki chicken, which was also their meal at their first dinner date. They dined and talked of their jobs, the hectic high school students and Antoine's questioning second grade students. "I got something for you, Porty."

One of the students blindfolded her, and Antoine went somewhere unknown to Penelope. Then, the student Mallory went through the adventure in its own of getting a blindfolded 6 foot drama teacher down the balcony stairs and onto the stage. When the student untied the blindfold, someone opened the curtain and Portia cried out in joy. There stood twenty-two students and Antoine. The whole spelled out "Will you marry me, Penelope?" and Antoine took in the middle with a big ring in the palm of his hand. Antoine came up to her, and she accepted the ring with tears in her eyes. The rest went into turmoil.

Portia tripped over a loose cord and fell off the twelve-foot-high stage and landed on her head. The ambulence came and all Portia could remember was hitting her head and an extreme pain. Another than that, she could remember the paramedics and a few commands they offered to her.

Waking up in the hospital left her crying, from the pain and from the sudden realization she would be married to Antoine in a short period of time. The students visited her, and soon enough she was back on her feet and back to student teaching.

She'll always remember that as the best day of her life.

She also remembers the first day she became a full teacher at Pismo Beach. 

"Congratulations Mrs. Hunt, you are now our second drama teacher. You have Drama 1, Drama 4, and Tech Theatre. You're first class is Drama 1, so be careful with these rowdy freshman without the aid of our… other Drama teacher." Principal Keith Hathaway stated, standing up to escort the young teacher out the door. She stopped him for a moment, ready to defend Mr. Martins. 

"Have you ever been in his classroom?" Mrs. Hunt asked as she continued to sit at the desk. Mr. Hathaway returned to his desk and smirked. "I've seen him around, believe me-" "Pardon my interruption, sir, but that's not what I asked." Mr. Hathaway sighed and sat up in his chair. "No, I haven't had the pleasure of watching him teach."

Mrs. Hunt fixed the pleats in her skirt and continued her defense. "Then you wouldn't know the depth of connection he has with his drama students. If all the teachers in the school worked with as much dedication as that man has, we'd be running a better institution than we are now."

With that, she got up from her chair and had all intentions of leaving. "If you'll excuse me sir, I have a class of rowdy freshman I have to attend to." Mrs. Hunt took the short pathway from the principal's office to the auditorium where her first class is held. There's a mixture of every grade in the classroom, including inappropriately dressed freshman with their cell phones and big purses, cocky sophomore boys with their flirtatious ways, junior girls with equally inappropriate wear but encouraging smiles towards the new teacher, and senior boys in letterman jackets staring at a young, fresh face. 

"Welcome to Drama 1, your life starts here."


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Belly Button Ring

So begins...

Mrs. Hunt's Story

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Character Portrait: Mrs. Hunt Character Portrait: Isaac Martins
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It had just been one of those mornings. Not every day did Isaac wake up in immense pain, shirtless, and face down on his lawn, but today? It'd been at least an hour after he was supposed to be up, not that he cared, and everything was an utter mess. Front windows smashed in, door open, his house smelled like a mixture of a brothel and a morgue. Any clothes he wasn't wearing, besides a shirt he later found on his roof, was gone. The house was completely dry, though remnants of a keg where located in his room, and to top it off his beloved car was missing. All this however, just made it interesting for him. Sitting on his porch, telephone in hand he groggily dialed a number he could barely remember to begin with.

“Ey..Marucs..” He was cut off in an instant though. “Isaac. Lemme guess..I'll be over in ten with keys for you.”. Without any explanation, his friend had hung up on him without delay, so Isaac just sat there, waiting. Ten minutes, on the dot, his lips would crease into a smile, twenty minutes after that Pismo would get the pleasure of his company, flamboyant as always.

Music blared as his new truck slowly, and smoothly made its way into the Pismo parking lot, commanding the attention Isaac usually did. All the little sports cars, the luxury rides, or muscle cars all seemed to pale just a little as a beautiful example of a lowrider skated in on back wheels alone, driven by none other than the dwarf of a teacher. Skillfully, the truck pulled into the usual parking spot Isaac used, and the front of it slammed down just a mere inch from the curb, while the back slowly lowered, leaving it hovering just barely above the pavement itself. With a grin, and a fresh Diamond Crown cigar in hand, the little man stepped out, his legs actually touching the pavement with ease for once, and gave his parking lot audience a bow. “Like I've said before boys and girls, your cars may be pretty, but they lack soul..” Laughter erupted from some, scowls from other, but mostly some students casual made their was over to check out the new vehicle while it's driver yawned.

“Tell me,” He called to a senior who was kicking the tires, trying to be coherent around his yawn. “..Is Mrs.Hunt here yet?” The boy just nodded, much to Isaac's pleasure. “Well good, I have something to stare at while I pretend to do work then..”

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Character Portrait: Mrs. Hunt Character Portrait: Jesse Morning
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"Jesse?" A female voice caught his attention, who happened to be none other than Piper Winchester, his old best friend. When he was ten, he had to move to South Carolina because of an abuse report written by his teacher. Last year, when his father got into the car accident that changed his life, they moved back for jobs and better medicine for his father. All the good memories came flooding back as he looked at Piper. The nights spent in the woods, where Piper would give Sam a makeover to keep her quiet. The days they would spend in his pool trying to out-best each other's flips. The days he would spend alone, bruised and broken, waiting for the moment he could sneak out and see Piper.

She never knew anything about his father, but that sad story was for later times. "Piper!" He jumped from his spot, making his way off the large stage and enveloped her in a warm hug. The hugs that plagued their childhood. "I missed you." He murmured into her shoulder, hot tears forming at his eyes. He sniffled, rubbing his eyes. "I thought you'd be with Alex and Sandy, singing Broadway musicals or planning the road trip to New York, something like that." Jesse chuckled, looking at her. She definitely grew from the little blonde girl he used to know. She had her same eyes and her same nose, but her hair was pink and her clothes lost the modesty of childhood innocence. She was still the beautiful girl he knew from kindegarten, the one he fell in love with. There was a small problem; there was a guy sending glares so bad it brings up the cliche "if looks could kill".

He didn't look like someone their friends would hang out with; if anything, he would be someone that would harass their friends. What happened while he was gone? "Pip? What happened to you while I was gone? Not in a bad way, I'm just… how do I put this? Confused." Jesse asked, Sing looking towards him from the stage. He must have known what happened. That left Jesse unknowing.

Mrs. Hunt looked up, and saw the Jesse kid talking to one of her Drama 4 kids, Piper. She was attractive, Mrs. Hunt couldn't lie, but it didn't seem like Jesse would "fit in" with her crowd. She was suprised by the fact that they knew each other. She allowed Sing to get his books for his other classes. She then went on hallway duty to be a Dress Code Nazi and insult the seniors trying to hit on her. She saw the blonde girl everyone called Angel, who always broke the dress code. She gave the girl slack, mostly because she knew the girl's little sister from her adopted daughter, a classmate, and she knew her situation. Then there was Avery, the brunette popular girl that was a bitch to a lot of people. Mrs. Hunt guessed she would be the one to pick on freshman girls in her Drama 1 class just for fun. Most of the people in the hallway were either to oblivious to her or knew that the pranking drama teacher would do something if they tried to harass her.

"Hey Mrs. Hunt." She rolled her eyes, turning her attention to a senior that would not lay off the flirtacious comments. "Yes, Ethan?" She asked, trying to hide her obvious need to punch the little twit. "I was just wondering if you're a thief? You know why?" He asked, grinning his shining white teeth at her. "Because I'm giving you detention and stole your free time after school? Scram." She answered, shooing the senior off. He commented he would see her in Drama 1, and she groaned. Seniors.

"Mrs. Hunt!"

"Yes Jennette?"

"Did you know our play was reviewed by a publisher?"

Damn you, Sing! The Asian boy was trying to get Mrs. Hunt to publish a play they performed last year, and she was too hesitant in making it a true published masterpiece. And now Sing had ruined it for her. "Nevermind that, I have a class to teach, and a boy to beat." She returned to her sanctuary, and made her big enterance. "Welcome to Drama 4, your life is offically under my control."

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Character Portrait: Mrs. Hunt Character Portrait: Piper Marie Winchester Character Portrait: Jesse Morning Character Portrait: Circe Cane Character Portrait: Avery Meagan Pierce
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Alex, Sandy, and Piper were the closest in their little posse, excluding theirs. She didn't understand why he was confused, maybe she should if he came in a Northface jacket and Sparries and blonde hair. That's how much she'd changed. He nibbled on the snake bites he'd gotten a week before school started,  but his eyes widened as he saw a special someone walk through the door. His summer fling, Avery Pierce. The woman he gave his heart and sexual innocence to in a matter of two months. Somebody special for the person that would be missing in his life. Avery had shown him the true wonders of love and sex, but could never look at him and say that she cared for him. Many people think only men use women for sex, but women do it too. Jesse suspected the same, and broke up with Avery. A piece of his heart was still out of his body, taking place in Avery's heart where he left it. If she could tell him she truly cared for him, then maybe a fire could rekindle. 

She asked Piper what she was doing with Jesse, and gave him a look he knew all too well. It was the look when she was grounded, and he climbed through her trees to free her to go to a party. It was the look when Jesse arrived with movie tickets, and had to sit through a dinner with Daddy Pierce. The look she gave him before a midnight make out session in her bedroom. Another girl looked over him, her gaze uncomfortably seductive. She'd called Piper a newbie, but to what? He could only bring back memories of Summer Avery. So different from School Avery. 

It was a few days after his Southeastern high school let out. Mr. Pierce, the head of the factory Jesse's mother worked at, offered the supervisor two invites to a summer party for his daughter. Jesse was all too willing to come, and met Avery at the party. Of course, she was the most stunning girl at the party. Through the months, he grew to enjoy holding her shopping bags and getting a kiss when every new bag appeared; he suffered through dinners with her father and being a trophy boyfriend at her parties because he cared for her. When she couldn't say it back was when he decided he couldn't continue to excite his passion and broke up with her. And now he's there, face to face with a girl who could ruin his reputation as a sweet new kid in a matter of a few flicks of her thumbs. "Look, Avery, I was just lea-" He was interrupted by a girl with a bright blue Mohawk and the nerve to call Avery a bitch; the nerve not many people have. She insulted everyone but him, to which she gave a nod. He wouldn't return it, especially after she insulted Piper. He understood now, this act was all to please her father. Jesse had much experience with pleasing rich men with power.

"Shouldn't you all be in class?" Mrs. Hunt asked, leading Piper away from the group and allowing Jesse to mention that it would be best if he could talk to Avery alone; a bold move for the middle-class new kid. He had a secret that could change his status forever; he'd become a millionaire when he moved back. His father had left a couple million in Jesse's saving for the day when he couldn't be available to take it out himself. He had the money to win Avery back. He just wasn't sure he wanted to. "Avery, what's going to happen to us?"

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Jesse started to say he was about to leave, but he didn't get to finish as Circe walked in. Oh, great... just who this little party needed, she thought, rolling her eyes. She didn't say anything to the punk girl, neither did her 'friends', she merely looked at her with a degrading, arrogant gaze, clearly showing that she didn't give a shit about the girl's insults. Everyone was rather used to Circe's little outbreaks; she was the only one who dared call Avery a bitch. The only one who really stood up to her, and Avery wasn't sure whether she liked the challenge of it, or the girl for her guts, but she didn't truly mind all that much. Didn't mean she'd ever let anyone know that, though. Information like that would spread like fire, that was certain. At Pismo, you either protected your secrets fiercely, or let them all out. That simple, and why she really needed to talk to Jesse... alone. Then Circe left, with a little comment at Piper over her shoulder... about the girl's father and their relationship. It was a low blow, one Avery had to admire. Hey, the art of insulting someone just right, just low enough to hurt bad, was not something everyone had the ability to.

Then Mrs. Hunt took Piper to class, and Ave was alone with Jesse... except for the three girls at her side. She was just about to send them off, when he asked if he could talk to her alone. So... he wanted to talk to her, too? why? what did he have to gain, really? he'd made it clear that he didn't want her, because she couldn't put her feelings into words. She still couldn't, that was that. So why? To keep up pretenses though, she crossed her arms over her chest and glanced at her posse, "tell the teacher I'll be right there. I'm... dealing with some stuff." She said. The girls made a few comments about how the new kid was gonna get it, but Avery said nothing, until they were out the door. Then she looked at Jesse and sighed.

"Avery, what's going to happen to us?" The guy in front of her said, and Avery shook her head a little, looking around the room before once again laying eyes on him. "I don't know... what are you even doing here? You're not supposed to be here, Jesse." She said, frustrated and brushed a strand of dark hair behind her ear, sighing. She looked down at her jimmy choo-clad feet, "you can't just... show up like this. Not here..." she then added, more quietly and looked up at him again, looking vulnerable. Something he was the only person on the entire school that had seen before. She let herself be the girl he'd been with over the summer, because no one was around... but she knew, that as soon as someone came by, she would change back. She wasn't sure what he thought of Avery at school. She wasn't untrue to herself, per say, but she wasn't showing feelings or anything else really... she was just a shell of herself at school. Only part of her was shown. Jesse had seen another part, and now he'd seen this one too. Hell, she had no idea what to think anymore.

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Character Portrait: Mrs. Hunt Character Portrait: Piper Marie Winchester Character Portrait: Jesse Morning Character Portrait: Circe Cane Character Portrait: Avery Meagan Pierce
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The little butterflies in Piper's stomach slowed down when Jesse broke their hug, but she brushed them off and put them down to nerves. She had no idea how Jesse was going to react when he found out everything - when he realised that she wasn't the girl that he had left behind six years ago, even though that girl was still alive on the inside. Now, she was a fraud, playing some game where she had to tag along with a group of girls, wave around stupid balls of string and chant. He'd absolutely kill her for loosing her personality like this, and she really didn't want to disappoint him. It was so good that he was back, but was her new change going to ruin their friendship?

Before Piper had any more time to question... well, everything, she heard high heels clicking on the linoleum floor of the drama stage, and a voice ring through her ears. Oh crap. This isn't what we need right now. She groaned inside her head, turning around to see her "captain," (more like slave worker), Avery. "He's my friend Avery. Is that not allowed now? Can we not speak to childhood friends?" Piper didn't usually talk back to the brunette girl. She let everyone push her around, for example Robbie. But right now, she just wanted to speak to Jesse, and Avery had reared her ugly head and ruined that, like she ruins mostly everything. Hell, it was Avery in the first place who had directed her over to going out with Robbie, the controlling, handsy footballer player. Piper didn't like Avery one bit, and she definitely hated the way that there seemed to be a silent conversation going on between her and Jesse. She could see it in their eyes, something that they weren't saying out loud, but were communicating to each other. It made her uneasy, uncomfortable, and she didn't like it.

However, before anything else could be said once more, another person entered, again someone she really wasn't in the mood to talk to. Circe had once been Piper's friend. Almost close to a best friend, she had clung to her for support after Jesse left. They had been friends for quite some time, until Piper got the idea into her head that her father would like her more if she was higher up in the social ladder. She tried to talk her out of it, but Piper went ahead with her plan, and in doing so, she lost Circe as a friend. She actually had been the one to prank her recently and dye her hair pink - a punishment for her social crimes. She tried to ignore the snipes that the blue haired girl was flinging around at everyone in the room, it was her usual. The whore handbook joke made her internally laugh however - they had come up with that one when they were still friends. Maybe Circe was nice and was beginning to forgive her for her sins, if she was going back down memory lane and finding insults that they created together.

Oh, no, maybe not.

There came the snipe about her father. The comment actually made her wince slightly, and tears pricked at her eyes again, but she was determined not to let them spill over now, not in front of Avery, and especially not in front of Jesse. Piper was obviously extremely sensitive about her father, and in that moment, she saw in Jesse's eyes that he understood why she was masquerading as a cheerleader, and a popular child. But, she didn't get the chance to ask him about it, because she was soon ushered off by Mrs Hunt, who obviously wanted to give the other two some privacy. That uncomfortable feeling came back into her stomach as the door closed behind her, sealing Avery and Jesse alone in the room.

Avery had taken everything from her - her personality, her freewill, her time, and her dignity, and now she was moving on to Jesse too. She felt a tear eventually push itself over the edge and spill down her cheek as she leant against the wall of the drama studio, her bag dropping to the floor with a soft thud.

She had just gotten Jesse back. And she didn't want to loose him now. Especially with the strange butterflies flying around her stomach. Suddenly, her phone beeped, ripping her out of her reverie and she pulled it out of her pocket, wanting to see who was trying to upset her now. It had already come from her father, her ex-best friend, the captain of the cheer-squad, and then her ex-friend. What else could happen now?

I saw you hugging him, Piper. Did you think I wouldn't find out anyone if I hadn't? We need to talk about this. @ 1. Got it?


Piper tapped back a quick response that she would be there, and went back to daydreaming against the wall. Maybe he'd kill her and end it quickly? He wasn't going to be happy, so she wouldn't put it past him.

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Character Portrait: Mrs. Hunt Character Portrait: Piper Marie Winchester Character Portrait: Wynter Arrow Roels
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Wynter entered the drama studio, just in time to see Piper spill a tear. The girl looked absolutely miserable, a feeling Wynter understood quite well. She didn't know what was wrong with the pink-haired cheerleader, but she felt bad for her; Piper was probably the only one who'd never given Wynter looks, so for some odd reason, Wynter's compassion overruled her sense of self-preservation. She didn't really help cheerleaders... ever, but something about Piper was different. She sighed, and walked over to the girl, "hey.. Piper, right?" she said gently, "what's wrong? anything I can do?" As soon as she said it, she could've slapped herself. That comment had several windows of opportunity for bullying... "Anything I can do?" she mocked herself in her head. God, she could only hope Piper wouldn't take advantage of it.

She'd only just gotten away from her own personal pain in the ass, and only because the guy had to go to gym... football practice she supposed. Last year she'd had several classes with the guy, and it had been hell. She could only hope she didn't have any, or at least only a few this time around. When did life get so damn complicated? She asked herself, but she already knew the answer... When mom left.... She glanced a Mrs. Hunt who looked great, as usual. She was the kind of woman who wore herself perfectly. Wynter hoped she'd feel confident enough for that some day... hoped she'd get her life properly back on track. No more taking her clothes off for money, or getting drinks in her hair... no more only powernapping when she found the time... just bliss. A life without this many worries. She couldn't wait to turn 18, so she could become Summer's legal guardian. That, at least, would eliminate the worry that someone would come take them both away.