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Sabine Carter

"Sometimes its better to rebel and escape then tell people the truth"

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

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♦ The Basics ♦

» Name: Sabine Destine Carter
» Age: 16
» Role: The Rebel
» Gender: Female
» Sexual Orientation: In the closet Lesbian
» Occupation: She has a part time job at the local comic shop, student




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♦ The Description ♦

» Face Claim: Christina Grimmie
» Hair: Her hair is a midnight black that is down to the middle of her back with side bangs. Her bangs are dyed a bright teal color
» Eyes: Her eyes are hazel, green and brown but the green shows more
» Face: Her face is oval and she has dimples when she smiles
» Build: She is petite, only 5ft tall and is lean
» Style: For clothes she is into the punk/emo scene, and loves to wear black and gree.
» Markings: Her arms have scars on them but she wears long sleeves so no one can see




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♦ The Character ♦


» Likes:
Music
Singing
Palying the guitar
Comics
Girls
Taking walks at night
Chocolate
Snuggled up in blankets
Weed
» Dislikes:
Her secrets
Being cold
Being the center of attention
School
Preppy girls
Bullies
Her parents at times
Crowds
» Phobias:
People finding out about her secrets
Crowds
Natural Disasters
» Habits:
Playing with her hair when nervous
Tapping a pen or pencil
Biting her nails
» Personality: Sabine is pretty chill but has two sides of her. When she is at home she cata different, she is quiet, does what shes told (most of the time) and acts like a good christian girl but it all changes when shes out of the house. She is actually really outspoken and likes to have fun. She does things that her parents would probably have a bitch fit about. Shes a rebel at heart and tries to be away from her home as much as she can, she cant stand her home and deep down she is hurting.

She puts up a front so no one can hold anything against her. Her memories of when she was with her Uncle and Aunt are painful andometimes she just wants to escape, seeing that person murdered when she was fourteen just made it worse for her. At school she only has a small group of friends and when it comes to the bullies she is one that stands up to them and doesnt take shit from them.




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♦ The Past ♦


» History: Sabine was born to Dayna and Ryan Carter and the eldest to her sister Rose who is ten years younger then her. Her parents were devoted christians, so she grew up going to church and sunday school. When she was eight her parents went on a cruise so she stayed with her uncle and aunt during the summer. Her Uncle abused her during hat time and she actually got a broken arm but it was an 'accident'. Sabine didnt tell anyone what happened and soon became more reserved and just did what her parents wanted her to till she became a teen.

She started going behind her parents back and started hanging out with a crowd her parents wouldnt like. She stayed their good girl at home but when she was out of the house she was different. When she was fourteen she was walking home from the comic store and heard a noise in an alley. Thats when she saw someone getting stabbed by a group of people, she ran but never forgot that day. She atarted harming herself and took up smoking weed. In some ways she just wanted to escape and this was the only way she felt she could.
» Family:
Mother-Dayna Carter
Father- Ryan Carter
Sister- Rose Carter
» Relationships: (If anyone wants specific relationship with Sabine let me know...for now this is TBA)
» Secrets:
1. Sabine is a lesbian, but no one knows because if her parents found out they would disown her
2. Sabine cuts.
3. Sabine smokes weed.
4. Sabines uncle abused her when she was a child but she told no one.
5. When Sabine fourrteen she saw someone get murdered in an alleyway but she just ran. That day has haunted her every day since it happened.
» Password: Forever Moi
»Other:

So begins...

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Snow K Wren Character Portrait: Elisa Grace Character Portrait: Teagan Thorn

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Teagan Thorn


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Elisa Grace


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

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

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

That would please her parents far too much.

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Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Marjorie Feller Character Portrait: Elisa Grace Character Portrait: Teagan Thorn

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Amanda Stone


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

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




Aaron Stone


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

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

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

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Charlotte Clark

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

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

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


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

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

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


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





Anon

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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


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


To: Blocked Number
From: Aaron Stone
Leave me alone


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


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


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

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

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

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

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


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


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

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

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

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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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Elisa Grace


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

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

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

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


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

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


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

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

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Louis

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

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


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

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

"Should we wait for Charlotte?"

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Beck Hades

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Charlotte Clark Character Portrait: Marjorie Feller Character Portrait: Elisa Grace Character Portrait: Beck Hades

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Elisa Grace


Elisa wasn't use to physical contact, she never had been; not even before her life took a pathetic twist down the drain. Her family had never been one to hug or kiss or pat on the back, they simply were people that lived together in one God awfully large home. It was cold and unfeeling. Needless to say, she hadn't quite gotten use to Beck's sudden hug attacks. Being as tiny as she was, she could almost feel the wind being knocked out of her at the sheer force of his friendly embrace. "Good to see you too." She greeted in a quiet tone, hesitantly hugging him back. "And I'm okay. It's just...a day." Saying it was strange, bad, or good would have only caused a string of questions; and Elisa hated answering questions about her life. She would rather listen than be heard.

She noticed as Sabine had walked away, and wondered if it was something she had done. Maybe the girl simply didn't like Elisa? She kept wondering off without so much as a good bye, but Elisa shrugged it off. There wasn't anything she could do, and she wasn't one to force relationships with people. Either they happened or they didn't, and Elisa wasn't never one to initiate a friendship. As unsocial, nerdy, and shy as she was - friend making didn't happen often. With Beck, it had been different. Their friendship had developed rather naturally and almost surprisingly. He was a flirty, social butterfly...Elisa preferred Physics and video games over people. She assumed he would have gravitated towards more socially ambitious and beautiful types, like Marjorie, Charlotte, and Amanda. In fact, she assumed it was a mystery to them as well why such a flirty boy would be hanging around a reject like Elisa. But she liked having one person to call a friend, and his positive attitude always put a tiny smile on her face, so she didn't question it.

"What's your first class, B?" She asked, looking up at him with her green eyes.

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Character Portrait: Sabine Carter Character Portrait: Amanda Stone Character Portrait: Charlotte Clark Character Portrait: Marjorie Feller Character Portrait: Elisa Grace Character Portrait: Beck Hades

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Beck Hades


"Yeah, nothing new though, been dealing with their torment for awhile now..."


His eyebrows lowered over his hazel irises. One thing Beck could not stand was bullies; he knew that some people were just too polite and mousey to turn round and speak their minds. He had experienced a whole group of people picking at him before and knew how over powered he felt, but he always had his Shards there for him. Who did Sabine have? She didn’t seem to have anyone. "Don't let them get to you, they are just jealous of you and that actually have a sense of individuality." He dared a glance at Amanda, who seemed to be also viewing viewing him. As they locked eyes a smirk rose upon his lips as he explained to Sabine. Though he had to admit, they were extremely sexy and beautiful girls, however a bad personality lowered their charisma levels greatly. Also they lacked hobbies, and hobbies were something that Beck found very nteresting though he had never had time to find his own skill. "I am glad you’re not a clone of them..." As quickly as she arrived the raven haired girl left, and Beck bid her farewell with a light wave of her hand. "Cya Missy!"

The blonde youth smiled as her frail arms accepted his sudden embrace. Her touch so gentle and meek, the complete contrast of himself. Beck kind of felt like he was holding a tiny little girl rather than someone of his own age. For some reason his heart sank a little every time he felt her pressed up against him, but so far the penny had not quite dropped. She just didn’t seem perfectly healthy to him, and being honest he felt he was lieing to himself every time his voice stated that she was "Ok".

"What's your first class, B?"


Beck blinked at her as the question was asked, a comical but thought filled expression upon his handsome face. "Erm...You are not meant to ask me difficult questions..." The blonde pulled his time table from his back pocket, lightly stroking his phone wondering if such a response from the secret emerald stalker was to meet him agains soon. Becks eyes scanned the sheet half heartedly reading...

"Spanish...Fuck my life..."

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Sabine was quietly list her music, humming sodtly and writing in her notebook, trying to come up with new song lyrics when she looked up to see a bag set on the table she was sitting at. She looked up to see Teagan sitting down at the table she was at, and he didnt seem to notice she was there, which wasnt new, she was kinda used to being not noticed, which she really doesnt mind. She watched Teagan lay his head down on the table, she pulled one of her earphones out of her ear and looked to Teagan "Rough morning? well...your not the only one" she mumered so it was loud enough that Teagan could hear her. She continued to write but kept one earphone out so she could hear if Teagan said anything.

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Teagan Thorn


He shifted his head, resting his chin on folded arms and soft jacket sleeves. The girl across his table, earphone in her ear and writing on a page, jotting down word after word. It took a moment for him to register that this was Sabine, the girl he had met earlier today. He must of be really out of it, or she was one of those types that managed to stick out and still remain a shadow. Maybe it was the dark clothes and hair, he certainly never really noticed her until today, she had just been that girl he recognized in hallways and in the gossip of various girls. They always used the same phrases; bitch, slut, emo freak, it didn't tell him anything at all, until he finally muted away their mindless chatter.

Teagan yawned into his sleeve, drowsiness on his breath. "Yeah, no kidding." Halfhearted laughter edged his comment, sitting up straight and rolling his shoulders. He wished he could make himself feel better just by remembering that so many people had it worse; starving people in their world countries, oppression, bombs going off every day and slave labor. However, it was hard for him to care about issues that didn't meet his own life, and he hardly felt guilt from using a pencil made by some seven year old Chinese kid. Everyone had their shit problems, but he wasn't interested in sitting around in group therapy, and changed the subject.

The classroom continued to fill with students, waving to one another and pairing off. A handful sent those friendly greetings to him, returned in meaningless smiles. There was no one he was too familiar with in this class; just people that enjoyed playing pretend, and he'd rather stay away from them for now, not in the mood for stories that started with 'So this girl and I..' and 'We got so high..'. "What are you listening to?" He asked, half out of true curiosity, the other half to fill the void between them.