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Anon

"I am your worst nightmare."

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a character in “Sincerely, Anon”, as played by UniqueYetUnoriginal

So begins...

Anon's Story

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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: 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: 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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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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Character Portrait: Anon Character Portrait: Beck Hades

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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: 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?"