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Fee Akkerman

"I swear, I'm not nearly as scary as I look!"

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a character in “Skins: Secrets Out”, originally authored by rubytuesday, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

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Loyal || Compassionate || Benevolent || Idealistic || Curious

[ Somebody To Love || Queen ]

"She wasn't looking to change the world, she merely wanted to be happy in it."

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Full Name: Fiona Catherine Akkerman

Nicknames: Fee | By everyone | Always | Loves

Age: Eighteen

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual | Biromantic

Occupation: Works part-time at 'Cosmic', a small shop popular among the rowdier youths, selling everything from incense sticks to party pills.

Religion: Agnostic

Heritage: Dutch

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Birth Day: 10th June

Birth Sign: Gemini

Home Town:

Languages: English. Just English.

School Year: 12

Character Role:







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Insecure || Artistic || Melancholy || Empathetic || Altruistic

[ Down || Jason Walker ft. Molly Reed ]


"I no longer know if I wish to drown myself in love, vodka or the sea."

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Family Members:
Karen Akkerman | Adoptive Mother | 45 | Alive
Dominic Akkerman | Adoptive Father | 47 | Alive
Gaston | Dog | 8 | Alive
???| Birth Mother | ??? | ???
???| Birth Father | ??? | ???

Academic Career:
"Urgh, can we skip this one, please?"
Fee has never been intelligent. Sure, she has common sense, but when it comes to essays, sums, and calculations, the words seem to jumble and the numbers scatter. She hates that D's are commonplace on the report cards sent home, and she loathes that what she used to brush off an insignificant may now effect her entire future.

Future Plans:
"Everyone's got a dream, right?"
Fee's dream is a simple one. She doesn't want fame, or fortune. She isn't determined to get married, or become one of the elite. She'd be perfectly happy settling down in a nice, Manhattan apartment, selling her art. In fact, she'd love to do that.

Personality:
Fee is... complicated. She is genuine in that she doesn't manipulate others in order to create a situation with herself on top, nor cheat and lie to become better off. However, she is never completely honest, as, despite rarely being without her sunny demeanor, and constantly carrying an air of lightness and positivism, she carries a great number of personal griefs and woes, her melancholia and insecurities constantly under wraps, hidden behind a warm smile. She doubts herself in many cases, and on her lowest days, finds herself unintentionally searching her being for other reasons to dislike herself. Her academia is always an easy one, and, until recently her weight was something she chided herself on, and this worry morphed into a mental illness still in the progress of being cured.

This all being said, Fee is a valuable friend. Her tendency to put others first often results in her neglecting her own well being, and no matter the circumstances, she will always be there for a friend if they ask for it. She will pull all-nighters on the phone, forcing away her drowsiness until the early hours of the morning to listen to you vent your sorrows. She will arrive at your door, armed with junk food, movies, and sound advice, when you are bedridden by whatever dramas ail you. She is an excellent listener, and finds happiness in helping others, and giving advice and words of comfort where she can. In fact, perhaps this is another reason that she brushes her own pains off so often; she is too busy making sure that everyone else is alright.

She is not lacking in common sense, and, despite her stuggles on the academic side of things, is no fool. However, she can be quite idealistic and naive, as well as overly trusting. Before she gets to know someone, she always assumes the best of them, preferring to see them in a nice light, rather than instinctively viewing them under scrutiny and suspicion. Whilst some may argue that this is the better way to socialize and experience new things, it also means that she is easy to hurt and manipulate, especially when the ones she is truly close to (In this case, FC: Hayden Panetierre) are the ones pulling the strings.

The picture painted of her so far may seem rather bleak, but that is not at all the case. One would never guess from her gothic fashion, but Fee is easily one of the cheeriest and compassionate of her friends. Although, yes, she has problems, Fee is an optimist at heart. She looks on the bright side of life, and is always prepared to dole out her sunny-side-up philosophy to whomever she thinks could do with it. She adores to laugh, and can easily fire out doses of wit and good humour when she so desires. She is the sort that is so fiercely joyous that her cheer tends to rub off on other people, lighting up their days and helping them to smile a little, even when life is screwing them over. She is a lover, not a fighter, and when it comes to confrontation, is more prone to bowing down or stepping aside rather than fighting back. Perhaps this is why she is so easy to torment.


Fears:
Failure | What with her difficulty when it comes to academics, Fee knows this fear all too well, but what she fears most of all is that failure will come to shape her life, and basically, screw her over.
Abandonment | Fee is trusting, perhaps even too trusting, but when she makes a bond with someone, she treats that bond with precious care. Being left behind, or having that bond shattered... it horrifies her. She doesn't want to be alone.

Quirks:
Fee gets nervous when put into deep water, or when she becomes the center of attention. She isn't used to the limelight, and thus, when in such a situation, she becomes even more of a klutz that usual, and her typical, calmness turns to awkward babble. She bites her lip when excited or anticipating, and hums to herself when feeling particularly cheery. When lost in thought, she tends to trace the gemini constellation tattoo on her left wrist, bridging the gaps between the stars with invisible lines.

Hobbies:
Easily Fee's favourite hobby is her art, as well as her most notable talent. She could spend hours at an easel, and does exactly that when feeling particularly pensive. She also loves to listen to rock music, particularly the likes of Aerosmith, The Rolling Stones, Bon Jovi, and Led Zeppelin, and one shouldn't be too surprised to find her dancing around the house to said music, with questionable ability, but undoubted passion.

Passions:
Art is easily what one would call Fee's 'gift'. She finds serenity in the feel of paintbrush against canvas, relaxation in pencil against paper. Even the doodles that line her workbooks' margins are of such an impressive caliber that no one would dare doubt her talent. Art is her escape, and through it, she is able to forget her worries, pains, and problems. Her emotions, otherwise hidden, are leaked onto previously blank surfaces with delicate finesse and beautiful design.

Habits:
Fee has a nasty habit of keeping her personal feelings to herself, keeping things bottled up and focusing entirely on the problems of other people. Whilst this is in some ways a good thing, displaying a likable selflessness, it also means that she neglects her personal emotions far too often. She is also prone to making a toy out of whatever she has with her, clicking her pen or drumming her fingers on any surface, be it her leg or her desk. Her textbooks are ridden with doodles and some of the tables at which she has sat, trying in vain to sponge information from her lecturers are dappled with little sketches. Prettier than the typical, juvenile drawings of genitalia that are so common on teenage property, but still technically vandalism.

Guilty Pleasures:
Fee has a huge sweetheart, and chocolate is a fast route to her heart. She also really loves bread, with further spurred her fear of gaining weight, although now that she'd getting better, she eats it without the unpleasantness of throwing it up afterwards. She also likes to listen in to the conversations and discussions of random strangers when the opportunity arises, mentally giving her opinion. Yes, she knows it's weird, and totally none of her business, but it's a habit. And kinda fun. She also likes 'girl time', complete with rom-coms and gossip magazines, on occasion, although she often ends up expressing more sympathy towards the plights of celebrities than they necessarily deserve.

Likes:
β™‘ Chocolate β™‘ Honesty β™‘ Long showers β™‘ Horror movies β™‘ Loyalty β™‘ Rock music β™‘ Art β™‘ Rainy weather β™‘ Poetry β™‘ Laughing β™‘ Skinship β™‘ Sherbet β™‘ 80's fashion and grunge β™‘ Wit β™‘ Roadtrips β™‘ Deep quotes β™‘ Romantic stories β™‘ Black nail varnish β™‘ Tattoos β™‘ Dancing β™‘ The smell of vanilla β™‘ Petrichor β™‘ Smiling β™‘ Movie marathons β™‘ Travelling β™‘ Tumblr β™‘

Dislikes:
✘ Cliffhangers ✘ Bullies ✘ Summer ✘ Prejudice ✘ Sad movies ✘ Pastel colours ✘ The limelight ✘ Heights ✘ Coflict ✘ Physics and mathematics ✘ Being teased ✘ Coffee ✘ Cooking ✘ Facebook ✘ Being bored ✘ Hypocrites ✘ Beer ✘ Sexism ✘ Crude humor ✘ Mice and rats ✘ Racism ✘






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Persevering || Hopeful || Kind || Genuine || Passive

[ [url=theme song 3 link]song 3 name || 3 artist[/url] ]
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Face Claim : Taylor Momsen
Height: 5'6"
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Hair Colour: Pale -almost platinum- blonde
Eye Colour: Ice blue
Other: Fee is quite a striking individual in that her sense of style is certainly unique. If one were to hear about her from others, there's no doubt that expectations would create an image more similar to a girl guide, all bright smiles and twin plaits. One would certainly not expect to see with ebony-clad creature, near-white hair and eyes encircled with kohl. She tends to wear very dark colours, and dark make up around her eyes. She has three tattoos at the moment, a keyhole just above her left breast, the Gemini constellation on her right shoulder blade, and rose studded vines that spread across the underside of her left wrist.







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Optimistic || Mellow || Protective || Affectionate || Diplomatic

[ You Can't Always Get What You Want || The Rolling Stones ]

"She didn't need a single finger to count the people she trusted. She knew not every angel showed its wings, nor every devil its horns, as she was a little of both."

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History:
As far as Fee knows, she was born on the 10th of June 1997, to Karen and Dominic Akkerman. The pair met through work, when Karen, a real estate agent, attempted to convince Dominic to buy the single bedroom apartment. Just as Karen was introducing Dominic to the final room of the house, she opened one of the cupboards to example the 'vast storage space' of the little commode.

And they discovered a pair of teens, shacking it up.

Naturally, the pair were a little scarred, but after the teenagers has gone running, and Karen had frantically called to get the place sterilised ASAP, Dominic found humour in the situation, and Karen followed suit.

Their first date was a simple cup of coffee at the local cafe, where they found the two teens once more. The latter pair left. Quickly. Karen and Dom hit it off, and proceeded to date for three years before tying the knot. As far as Fee is aware, that's the end of the story. She was born, and the three of them lived together, happily (sort of) to this day.

There's no reason to believe that she'd adopted. But she is.

In reality, Fee's parents were both seventeen when Fee's mother got pregnant. Boyfriend and girlfriend, a cheerleader and a footballer not nearly mature enough, nor ready for the responsibility of parenthood. Fee's mother decided against aborting the baby, receiving support from a family fortunately understanding enough to look after her rather than kick her to the curb in disgust. Her boyfriend found out about his role as the father, but he quickly showed that he had no intention of risking his reputation nor his scholarship, and when Fee's mother was delivering, he was scoring the winning try at a game several blocks away.

The adoption was a closed one, and Fee's adoptive parents -who sought adoption after they tragically discovered that Karen was infertile- know little to nothing about her real mother, save that she was young, and not ready.

All the same, although unaware of her true parentage. Fee grew up healthy and happy until she was twelve, when the bullying started. The bullying was nothing physical, just cruel words and the spreading of rumours, but it hurt her in a way that fists could never hope to.

It struck at her confidence. From the taunts spewed insecurities and worries. She started inspecting her reflection with more scrutiny that before, noting all of the blemishes and flaws that had previously never bothered her. She started throwing up what she ate, disappearing into the bathroom after meals and emptying the contents of her stomach into the porcelain bowl. She was only caught a few months later when she forgot to lock the door, and Karen walked in on her, kneeling over the toilet, finger down her throat.

She started getting treatment, and seeing therapists. At thirteen, she was diagnosed with bulimia, but with the help of others, and after moving schools, she gradually started getting better. Now, she's almost completely cured. She still, on her worst days, finds those little, parasitic words of self-loathing bothering her, but they're a lot kinder now, and far less frenzied.

At least, they were.

But now she's getting targeted again, and those little insecurities are once more revealing themselves...

So begins...

Fee Akkerman's Story

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7:06 AM - Wednesday 2nd September - 1 Hour Before College





Arabella didn't move for maybe two hours after she laid down on her bed but she didn't catch up on the sleep she'd been deprived on, she simply listen to a couple of albums and stared at the ceiling, it was a habit of hers, to stare. People thought she was rude and nosey but she was just so curious about everything and so absent minded. She started thinking about people, Jamie, Fee, Celine- her friends but never once did her boyfriend occur to her, maybe it's because subconsciously she knew she was being made a fool. She twisted her phone around in her hand, scrolling through the contacts with miserable eyes full of melancholy as she looked at the dates next to them. She hadn't heard from anyone for two weeks but her best friend, the most treasured person in her life had been absent from her life- completely 'MIA' for months now. What was he playing at? The more Arabella thought about it the more she figured she must have done something wrong because all of her calls went ignored, messages might as well have never been sent and if she walked past his house- it just so happened he wasn't in. She felt awful. There was a pit growing in her stomach like she had something to be guilty for but she didn't have a clue so she pressed the green key on her phone and hoped for the best as she listened to it ring.

"Jamie?" She uttered to the dead phone line. She was praying he'd pick up. She really needed her friend around, she hated being alone because no body else had bothered to call over summer. She'd just been left to manage her job and her own problems alone with the only company of her wretched mother.

"Arabella!" The scream of her name pierced through Bella's head like a shard of glass through skin and Bella found herself whimper slightly with resentment, reluctance and fear. She looked at the phone, even if he'd answered now she couldn't talk. So she cursed loudly chucked her phone aside forgetting to hang up and walked downstairs preparing for the worst. She heard her name ring through the air again and the broken brunette clenched her jaw tightly to restrain her tongue from lashing out and saying something she'd definitely regret.

Her mother stood in the kitchen looking as scruffy and disheveled as a runt border collie. It still broke Bella's heart to see her mother in such a state because she hadn't always been like this- she hadn't always been so still inside and cold. She was hanging over the dish washer like a vulture pointing with a skeletal hand at the flashing light on the machine in horror, shouting like a banshee at it like she thought it'd accomplish something with a little bit more motivation.

"It's broken! You stupid slut you've broken it," She hissed when Bella finally came to stand in the kitchen.

"I'm not a slut Mum. And I didn't break it. I haven't touched it," Bella replied weakly standing as far across the room from her superior as she could,

"You are slut and you did! Don't you dare try and lie to me. Show some respect for your a Mother. You goddamn mistake," Bella didn't look up, she didn't want her only parent to know that the words still hurt and if she looked up it would be written all over her face that she was broken hearted.

"I need to go to college. Then I'll go to the bank and transfer some money so we can book a repair," Bella caved staring at her own feet.

"Yes you bloody will now get out of my kitchen," The screeches continued and Bella was forcefully shoved out of the kitchen and she ran upstairs to grab her bag and her phone then she rushed out of the door and didn't look back. Her heart feeling lead like in her chest as she rubbed her arm which ached from being so angrily grabbed and then she sighed and sparked put her hand in her pocket. She hadn't expected to find a joint in there, she couldn't remember the last time she'd worn these jeans but it must have been a shit night if she had drugs left over. She weighed it up in her head then growled 'fuck it' to herself and sparked it up as she started the 10 minute walk to college with 60 minutes to kill. She exhaled into the cold morning air and sighed kicking up some dirt on the floor sourly, wishing she could bury herself under it and not face the rest of the day.

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DATE | Wednesday, 2nd of September

TIME/PLACE | 6:30 - 7:46 / Home Β» School

OUTFIT | X

MOOD | relaxed ; mellow ; content


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Fee awoke reluctantly to the familiar, angry chirp of her alarm clock, and without emerging from beneath her dark violet duvet, reached out with a single, pale hand, slamming hard on the little black box. She missed the snooze button several times before finally hitting the right one, and by the time that the clock's beeps were quelled, her door was open, and her mother's head was peeking through the door.

"Rise and shine, sleepy head."

When Fee groaned in response, and tugged the thick blanket further over her head to block out the light streaming through the door, her mother tutted, and added with an amused lilt to her voice, "Come on, or you'll miss out on breakfast."

Fee's interest piqued, and the bottom half of her face appeared in a gap beneath the duvet. "Breakfast? What's for-"

The scent of bacon poured through the doorway, filling her nostrils with its tantalizing odor. For a brief second, she considered the choices: bed? Bacon? Bed? Bacon? Bed...?

Wrapping the blanket around her fair, pajama-clad form, she waddled across her room, following her mother downstairs and into the kitchen. Karen smirked, having already predicted this reaction. "Thought so."

The morning had been pretty breezy, with nothing to note as out of the ordinary -save a brief second of panic when Fee had thought she'd forgotten to do homework- and as she shrugged her bag over her shoulder, brushed her parents' left cheeks each with a soft, butterfly kiss, and walked out the door, she was in fairly high spirits.

Sure, it was school. No doubt there was no one on the planet that'd tell you high school was easy, but there were worse things, and Fee had a knack for putting that fact into perspective.




As she'd walked out the front gate, Fee had been quick to slide her headphones from around her neck to their typical position over her ears, her black-lacquered thumb lazily sliding through the long list of songs on her phone to find one she was in the mood to listen to.

As she slipped the device back into her pocket, she nestled her chin into her scarf, and tucked her hands comfortably into the pockets of her black jacket. Her boots tapped lightly on the concrete pavement as she walked, playing a merry tune to match her good mood.

Popping a piece of gum into her mouth, she chewed it as she made her way to school, blowing a pale, pink bubble. She had a secret pride in being able to blow bubblegum bubbles. It was a pretty pathetic thing to be prideful of, but after witnessing it timeless times on television, and never being able to do it herself, Fee had spent weeks mastering the 'art', finally learning it when she was fourteen.

A passing woman glanced at her disapprovingly, pulling her young daughter closer as they moved past the girl. Fee blew another bubble in defiance.

It wasn't like she wasn't used to those sort of looks from strangers. With the thick kohl around her eyes and her black attire, she understood why some felt naturally threatened by her, swerving to avoid her company out of impulse. But still, it was an irony, considering that Fee was, in reality, about as intimidating as a kitten.

She offered the little girl a small, playful smile, and the younger child offered a timid one in response, before being tugged harder by her mother, who in turn spouted an impatient, "Come on now, Bella."

The pair turned the corner, and Fee turned her attention back to the school that loomed on the horizon, closer with every step.

The bubble she was blowing popped, and through her headphones, another song began to play.

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Wednesday 2nd September - 7:27 AM – Booth Lane – Outfit

β€» Mood: Bitter - Agitated - Skittish
β€» Listening To: Lake of Fire - Nirvana
β€» With: No one
β€» Dialogue Colour: #BD3C3C
Bella was a miserable sight as she started the walk to school, obviously by the time she retrieved her phone, the call would have been over regardless of Jamie's response to it but she found herself scrolling to her recent calls just to check, just in case he had bothered to pick up because even that would be a positive change but she was met with disappointment and she scowled at the screen. "What the fuck have I done Jamie? Can't you just bloody tell me?" She whispered aggressively shoving her phone back into her pocket before she continued to sourly trudge towards school in lace black tights and an interesting black and white dress designed around the concept of 'Ying and Yang' it was very Bella, in fact the whole outfit screamed 'Arabella Swift, don't fuck with me. This peace sign is a sign of irony'. She'd changed again this morning because she felt so boring and common in her skinny jeans that she hadn't quite been able to help herself but she kept her boots, she always tended to wear the same black pair of beaten up soft-leather Dr Martens. The jeans and jacket however were gone, replaced with a completely weather and season inappropriate dress which unsurprisingly, Bella found a thousand times more comfortable. She wondered about if her boyfriend would have arrived on campus yet because she figured her thoughts she should be with him rather then Jamie but she hadn't much from him either. In fact, Bella had gone quite neglected by most people over the summer but even more so by the ones she was supposed to love, for example her Mother, her boyfriend and her best friend. It made her jaw clench with frustration because she simply didn't understand. How could they all leave her alone to struggle through the so inharmonious life she'd been helplessly thrown into. The more she thought about it the lower she found herself feeling because it made her question if she'd even crossed their minds. Had any of them thought about her or missed her? The boyfriend she loved so dearly had been someone she yearned to be around all summer but had she even been in his thoughts for a second? She'd heard the rumours and she couldn't say she wasn't suspicious about them- it'd make sense too. If he was cheating on her, the distance he'd created between them, the way that skinny blonde bitch followed them around school like a rabies infected lost dog. She closed her eyes tight for a moment and took a breath, trying to push it away from her mind and blame it on her natural paranoia instead but part of her still cringed at the thought.

No he wouldn't.

That's what she kept telling herself.

"But he would wouldn't he Bella? Because you're not good enough for him. You're not good enough for anybody- your Mother, Jamie...him," Her striking eyes glazed over with a mist of misery and fear but she didn't weep. Bella was the last person to publicly shred tears. No Bella, would handle all her self consciousness, her self loathing and paranoia like any deranged girl would- she took her blunt up to her lips and took a long reassuring drag and hold it for a while before exhaling the fumes in perfect ringlets, like she'd been smoking her whole life and she chuckled sourly as the clouds floated away.

She was leaning against the college gates, her joint was burning itself short and her finger tips were starting to feel scorched but it was a numbing pain Bella appreciated, so she took a last dangerous breath of relief before dropping it to the floor and stamping it out with her boot. The collection of stubs that had built up last year (thanks to Arabella and her associates) in the general area she was standing in had been washed and cleared away over the summer and none of it remained but here was to a fresh start as Bella left the butt of her smoke on the floor and smirked at it sorrowfully. She hummed Nirvana tracks to herself as she stared at the shrubs outside school that you could see where already starting to slowly decay and she sighed, she'd feel sad summer was over if there was a reason for her to wish it could be prolonged but there wasn't. The last six weeks could have arguably been the worst of her life, every problem she'd ever dealt with seemed to have come back and haunt her over the last one and half months but this time, there was no one there to hold her shoulder whilst she picked up the pieces and glued them together.

Not a single soul.

Bella sighed and the morning air chilled the gas enough to make it fog before her momentarily before it drifted with the wind. She was normally relieved to be back at school, away from her and away from her Mum but standing next to the gate that morning, she felt physically sick and she even found herself holding her stomach as if pushing hard enough would push the pit of anxiety inside her away all together but of course it wouldn't be that easy, nothing ever was. She was completely absorbed in her own thoughts and the world span around her like a carousel in black and white, it was nauseating just to watch but it was okay. Bell was used to feelings similar to this and she always found one way or another to cope.

She felt like she knew nothing, nothing about herself, her school work, her friends, her history or her future but she took resentment in knowing one thing for sure, she didn't have enough substances on her that she could smoke to get her through even half of the day she was about to be tossed into.

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Wednesday 2nd September - 7:27 AM – Booth Lane – Outfit

β€» Mood: Bitter - Agitated - Skittish
β€» Listening To: Alive - Pearl Jam
β€» With: No one
β€» Dialogue Colour: #BD3C3C
Arabella is the most eagled eyed girl you'd ever meet and with Jamie being the one on her mind how could she miss him? Everything about him was so familiar, his facial expressions, the way he walked and always tried to keep his head down. Bella recognised these things and they were the things she knew and associated with Jamie- heavy music, fretting and always hiding behind earphones, she liked those things about him because they were part of him and he was her best friend. She adored him, had since they met as kids and there would always be reassurance in just seeing him around but at the same time, she was still Bella and there was a churning anger in the pit of her stomach that made her question how the hell he could ignore and avoid her for a whole summer. A whole freakin' summer.

She folded her arms across her chest like a bitter faced child, a habit she'd had since she could walk really. The slightest aggravation and the arms would cross or she'd ball her hands into fists at her side like she'd lash out but only 3/10 would she actually ever do anything and she'd clamp her jaw tight, accidentally grinding her teeth because that's how Bella coped with frustration and upset and walking Jamie walk straight past her like she wasn't even there hit home and all of these little side effects, the physical displays of Bella's passive aggression lit up in her body language almost instantly like a fire work and she cursed.

She started walking over, she was only an arm's reach away from him- close enough to bark and get his attention but she suddenly stopped and she became almost lost in the swarm of the student body as they brushed past her in the opposite way. She just couldn't believe, Jamie wouldn't even acknowledge her- even if he was angry, couldn't he of scowled or gave her a little shoulder barge on the way...just anything. She just wanted to know. She wanted to know where she stood with him, what she'd done to mess things up because from where she was standing, he was pissed off at her and she must have done something to bother him but in all the time she'd known Jamie they'd never fell out- not properly, maybe once or twice over petty things but nothing serious. Nothing that condoned over a month of absence from each other's lives.

She could still see him and the quick witted side of her had a thought.

How was he reacting when she called?

Last year, she'd always call in the mornings to fore warn about dramas or to give him a heads up on where to meet. It'd be normal, casual- she figured he wouldn't pick up but he also wouldn't think anything of it either. It was plausible.

So she found her phone and she cowered by her locker once she reached it and hit dial, watching Jamie from across the hall to see what he did. Would he glare and scowl at the phone? Because then he'd be pissed. Would he look at her name and just ignore it? Because that'd mean he was over her- beyond wanting anything to do with her or caring either way, negatively or positively or what? The possibilities were endless and Bella was just so desperate for even the tiniest pinch of closure. She'd asked her friends, if he'd said anything- she'd been subtle of course, just dropping up make believe stories to cover her tracks so no body had to know anything was wrong.

So Bella stared.

She slipped back into the habit of staring and turned her gaze to the phone and then Jamie and then her phone, in what felt like a painfully infinite moment but once it passed, she flipped around and pre-occupied herself organising her locker with things to help her get through the year, a secret bottle of booze, spare cigarette packets and a couple of text books for her classes- nothing else struck her as important.

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Wednesday 2nd September - 7:27 AM – Booth Lane – Outfit

β€» Mood: Bitter - Agitated - Skittish
β€» Listening To: Alive - Pearl Jam
β€» With: Her Boyfriend
β€» Dialogue Colour: #BD3C3C
She shouldn't have been surprised when he didn't answer but regardless she was gutted and finally decided to give up. She couldn't see his expression, not his facial expression but she could see in his body language he wasn't as happy as he'd been at the end of the school year. The last time she'd hung out with him was probably one of the band practices and nothing since. She sighed heavily and was just in the process off putting her phone away when she found a hand on her hip pulling her into something hard and warm. She was forced flush against a chest that was rising with the rhythm of a familiar chuckle and Arabella laughed softly and turned around to see him. She turned her eyes up to meet her boyfriend's and she grinned softly at him. Although he was a distant boyfriend he'd been significantly more present in her life than Jamie and something encouraged her to think that had to mean something and at the end of the day Bella loved him- so, so what if he didn't remember to call?

"Hey stranger," Her words were intended as a subtle dig at his neglecting personality and her suspicions but he was too arrogant and oblivious to catch on- that's why she bothered saying it, she knew it'd go straight over his head. He didn't even say anything to her, he kissed her for a lingering moment then pulled her to his side and started walking down the hall with a cocky aura radiating off of him. Bella looked incredibly small next to him and Bella wasn't one to shrink to anyone other than her mother but the way she was held in such a tight bound to her boyfriend's waist made her look like a stylish new clutch purse in the hands of a skeletal glamour model. She was reduced and compressed into a shadow- she was his dusty trophy but unlike a trophy she didn't always shine.

"Who were you on the phone to Bells?" He asked in a misleading charismatic tone. She quietly explained she'd been trying to get hold of people to make plans, leaving Jamie's name out of the matter as to avoid questions and she smiled lightly at him but it was small and slightly hollow in it's appearance.

"Hey, come meet Fee and Celine with me, I could use a hand finding them and I want to catch up- I feel like I've barely seen you this week," She asked softly looking up at him hiding her hopefulness but his reaction she had seen coming. The venomous chuckle with a patronising smirk on the side. She sighed to herself and bit her lip as she listened to him ramble about how important it was for him to go meet the 'lads' and she scowled a little at the floor, turning her head so he wouldn't see. "Okay fine, I'll go find them myself then," She sighed, shrugging his arm off of her waist and walking back the way she'd came towards the music building- suspecting she'd at least find Celine around there somewhere if not Fee on route. As she stalked off, he didn't even watch her go, didn't even look bothered but it was crystal on Bella's face she was trying to pretend she wasn't phased by it.

She sighed and pulled out her phone and dialled Celine, desperate to find someone who might actually talk to her properly.

"Hey Celine?"

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Wednesday 2nd September - 7:27 AM – Booth Lane – Outfit

β€» Mood: Bitter - Agitated - Saddened
β€» Listening To: Holding On To You - Twenty Øne PilΓΈts
β€» With: Her Boyfriend
β€» Dialogue Colour: #BD3C3C
Bella sighed, how typical for no one to answer. She pursed her lips and gave up on finding anyone, she turned back the way she came past her boyfriend, past the lockers and her class and made her way to music. She wasn't talented in the level that Celine or Jamie were but she could carry a note and hell she could play piano and violin. She hadn't brought her violin in today but there was always school ones laying around in the music room. She didn't lock up behind her and she contently flowed into the empty audiotorium She thought about it for a long time and then sat down at the piano and ran her fingers over the keys delicately for a moment before she slowly began to play. She pretended not to hear the school bell ring for classes and she gently played a piano cover of a synth-pop song she's always secretly adored, not that she would admit- Jamie and Celine would take the piss I bad but she played it well and she even knew the lyrics to rap along as she played.

Bella tried not think too much whilst she was playing because she was still gutted about Jamie ignoring her calls because from what she could see he was in a perfectly fine situation to talk and her boyfriend was an arrogant prick- she couldn't think about it. She just wanted to enjoy not being at home even if that was easier said than done.

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wednesday 2nd september
at college
current theme song: low- marianas trench





He must have missed both Fee and Celine somewhere along the way, because they didn't pass him while he was outside. They could have been avoiding him, either- he wouldn't be totally surprised, if he was honest. He'd been a shit friend to everyone all summer. Band practice had been completely screwed up because of him- with him unable to scream or even sing, they'd been limited in what they could practice. He was sick of his own shit, so it made sense that they were too. He was starting to consider going home. After all, he had a free period first thing. Generally, it was meant for them to study, but nobody would notice if he wasn't around. He had picked up his bag and had started walking away, when an idea struck him. By the time he got home, he wouldn't even have time for a nap. But the music rooms were always left open, and as a music student, nobody would think twice about him going in to practice. It wasn't sleeping, but it was as good.

He slipped his headphones in and started walking towards the building, turning the music back up to the full. The song playing was one he was considering doing for his final exam, and as he walked, his fingers tapped out the familiar rhythm on his leg. The music meant that he couldn't hear the music coming from one of the rooms, and he was so zoned out that he didn't pick up on the presence of another person as he entered it. He shut the door and took out his headphones. The piano hit his ears then, and he turned around. "Shit, sorry, didn't realise there was..."

His words trailed off as his brain finally noticed who was at the piano. Bella. He froze, his mind going blank. A summer of hardly seeing her, and then this. He was at least glad to find out that she hadn't been hurt, that the several calls this morning was just her trying to get in contact with him. But what did he say now? How was he going to explain it? His feet wouldn't even move to let him leave.

He should have gone home.

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Wednesday 2nd September - 7:27 AM – Booth Lane – Outfit

β€» Mood: Bitter - Agitated - Saddened
β€» Listening To: Holding On To You - Twenty Øne PilΓΈts
β€» With: Jamie
β€» Dialogue Colour: #BD3C3C
Bella went stiff with embarrassment when she heard a voice and almost fell of the piano seat in a hurry to turn around to apologise for skipping class but then her eyes locked on a familiar brown haired boy and the dark eyes that'd been haunting her thoughts every time she remembered the friend she felt like she'd lost.

Soon enough defensive sarcasm kicked in.

"Oh hold on a second! I know you! You're that guy I was like best friends with half my life until you spontaneously went completely MIA. Oh fancy seeing you here, oh wait- I already have earlier when you ignored my-" Bella stopped herself and turned around, she was only saying all these petty assaults because she was hurt and didn't want to admit it. She was only saying it because then she didn't have to admit to any kind of emotional attachment to something or anyone. She stood straight but never had a girl looked so small, she was skinnier than the start of summer, less tidied and well kept- apparently she'd stopped straightening her hair and there was ever so many subtle changes in her appearance but flashes of dark purple on her skin at the side of her neck were one of the obvious ones but you couldn't see it much thanks to Bella's impressive mane of dark ebony locks.

She held her elbow and looked down at the ground and she couldn't bring herself to look up again after she turned her head away. "Why?" She asked him quietly gazing at the floor. In her head there were a thousand ways she could have lengthened that sentence and a thousand more questions she could have asked after it but she didn't. Jamie would have been as worried about this as she was- she knew that because even if Jamie hated her Bella and wasn't feeling guilty (which part of her hoped he was) he'd be like; 'fuck I have to talk to this dumb bitch' and she knew that- she knew him.

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Wednesday 2nd September - 5:18 PM – Jamie's House – Outfit

β€» Mood: Concerned - Quiet - Envious
β€» Listening To: Car Radio - Twenty One Pilots
β€» With: Jamie
She looked surprised and quickly looked up elated when he suggested going at the weekend.

"Really?" She asked grinning a little. If she was honest, she'd admit to being surprised he could even remember. She thought she was the only person who cared about those kind of things- like it skipped everybody else's mind. Bella was an incredibly reflective and thoughtful person, so memories like that weren't constantly resurfaced and reconsidered often with more affection and fondness than she cared to admit. Her entire brain was like a memory bank but she had a way of forgetting all the band ones- she didn't let them possess any part of her if she could help it.

"Do you seriously wanna go? I thought you'd think it was stupid," She admitted softly running her finger tips through her hair, her every movement laced with that dancer's grace that captured every single gesture she ever made. She hadn't been dance yet this week, she planned on going tomorrow and she was excited to think about it but she was far more excited to consider another go at their old school camp out trips.

She looked at him grinning gently. She knew she'd struggle to get approval from her mother, so she figured she wouldn't tell her and just go anyway- disappear, she was good at that. She'd just leave and bite the bullet when she got home because it'd be totally worth it just to get a taste of all the thrill and fun they used to have when they were young.