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Jacob Tompson

Surfing is my life, it helps me forget.

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a character in “Understand The Highschool Cliques”, as played by youloveme?

Description

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Knowing somebody isn't part of your life anymore is hard... but the harder part is coming to realize that there's no one who can ever fully replace that person


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General Information


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Name
Jacob Andrew Tompson

Age
17

Gender
Male

Grade
Junior

Sexual Orientation
Straight as a needle - if that is the saying...






Personality


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Likes
- Surfing
- Heated agreements over something intelligent
- Skateboarding
- Sunny days
- Being respected
- A good wave


Dislikes
- Thunder Storms
- Any type of math
- Any day that is not in summer
- His mother
- Cancer


Fears
- He is afraid if heights
- He is afraid that cancer will kill him
- He is afraid his mother will return then leave again


Quirks
- He clasps his hands together and holds it to his face and hums when thinking hard.
- He pulls his ear lobes when he is nervous
- When he wants to clear his mind for shorts amounts of times e counts to 100 in Latin out loud
- He blushes when he is annoyed but not when he is embarrassed.


Personality
Jake is really a one in a million person, maybe even one is a billion. He has this 2 personality thing going on. I'll explain each personality to you.

His first personality is this angry at the world one. Where he acts like and feels like everyone is horrible. Her gets angry easily at the littlest things so don't piss him off when he's in this personality or you will pay big time. He also just seems very venerable too, like he could just break down at any minute.
He gets in these moods when he has a bad day, that usually makes him think of his mother and just about every bad that has ever happened to him like is cancer and his old drug uses. This mood can last for 5 minutes of the whole week depending on what he feels like and how bad it is.

His other personality is this kinda happy, very courteous guy. And also a very passive guy. But this personality he rally gets mad in without it turning into his other personality. People only hang around him when he's in this personality. This is also his quiet personality.
He eats in this personality most of the time. Especially when he is done surfing. This personality is the one that people like hanging around him. He gets out of this personality when he starts thinking bad thoughts.

He is also very timid and sheepish. He doesn't really say many words and is quiet shy. What is it called? Oh yes! He is a man of few words, that's it! He just kinda keeps to himself, he doesn't want anyone to have feeling for him because he knows he is going to die.

WIP







My Life


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Relationships
Will be updated later on.

Clique
Hippies/Free Spirts

History
On July 4, the day the country was born, a baby boy was born too. Therefor sharing the same birthday and a country. Pretty neat right. He was born to Elizabeth and Jessie,network young but not too young parents. Elizabeth was 2: and Jessie was 24 they where popular in high school and high school sweethearts. After high school they went to the same college, Elizabeth his mother majoring in the arts, and his father majoring in business. His mother became an actress and made it to broadway when she was 19 and stayed there for a while until she got pregnant with Jake her first born and was forced to give up her dreams, and became the drama teacher at Jake's school. Jakes father pretty much followed Elizabeth where ever she went, he follows her to New York then back, just kinda tagging along for the ride. Now he's opened a car dealership store in there hometown.

Growing up Jakes family really did never have trouble for money they where just middle class. They couldn't just grow money around but they also has room to breathe and didnt have to worry about paying bills. Yep his parents always agreed about money. Then again they argued about everything. After having Jake his mother acted as though her life was ruined, but she never told Jake that, her could just tell and when his parents would fight she would yell, "It's all his fault!" And Jake knew who she was talking about but he never said a word about it, he just pretended it never happened.

Elizabeth and Jessie also had more kids. 2 years down the rode they had a girl named Natasha. Then 1 year after that they had a son named Brandon. 3 years after that they had Justin. And lastly a year after that they had Elisa.

After Elisa was born his mom went a tad bit insane. She quit her job to raise her kids that where at home, which was all of them except Jake and Natasha. She put all of her time and effort into making her kids look perfect and be perfect. When they where barely able to talk she made them have perfect manners. She was also super strict with the .

Oh course there dad noticed her strange behavior but what was he to do? He could barely speak to her without her blowing up at him. Jake was only 10 but her noticed that his family was not normal he had been to enough of his friends houses to know this is not how family treats each other, and that they where different.

But nothing really happened for about a year things stayed the same his mom was weird and his parents fought all the time. Well until that day. It was December 22, and it was the day before winter break. Jake and Natasha has just gotten out of school for wi yet break when they came home to the baby crying and kids running around the house but no mother. There mother left the. Without leaving anything but a note saying 'Bye'. That was it she was gone.

For about 3 months there father told them she was on a business trip, but Jake knew it wasn't true. People at school where talking. They knew she left them.

Jake only has one thing left to help him take his mind off of what happened. Surfing. It helped him clear his head. He would wake up, go surfing, go to school, get home and go surfing. He never spent time with his family it was only surfing. He was obsessed it was like his version of drugs or cutting himself. It numbed the pain. Cleared his mind.

Then one day his father told him to quit surfing, that he was wasting his life on that surf board and his grades where falling because of it. Jake needed a new thing to clear his head with now. So he turned to drugs, a perfect alternative. That's when his dad started to notice a change for the worse in him and told him that if he quit drugs he could surf again so that's what happened.

Jake never talks about the month that he used drugs though, he was too ashamed by it. He was only 13 and used drugs.

So now we skip ahead to now when Jake is 17 and a little less obsessed with surfing, because slowly he started to forget about his mother and the pain started to go away but it will always be permit lay engraved into him and he will never forget.

Jake got a new problem though. About a year before he found out he has lung cancer. For a year he went through treatment and it went away. But recently he found it came back and he is telling no one not even his dad and is refusing medical treatment. He is slowly dying.







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Theme Song
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Other
Nothing for now

Password
Wallflowers Shall Unite




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So begins...

Jacob Tompson's Story

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Jakes house was three doors down from the only coffee shop in this little town. S every morning people trying to get coffee before work go past his white picket fence house, with a small little rose garden in the front of his house grown by his sister Natasha.
Inside was a sleeping young male boy named Jacob. He was sprawled across his bed limbs lying is all different directions. He awoke by his iPhone blaring some random loud ass song that he didn't know, mostly because his shut is alarm off before he could listen to any of it. Ten he looked at the time seven forty five which is fifteen minutes before school would start, but he strolls in late most days so it does not really matter.
Jake rolled around onto his back, groaned and stared up at the ceiling. He stared at the ceiling util his fell into a semi sleep for the next five minutes, though it felt like five seconds.

After a fight with himself about doing what's right and getting up or doing what he wants to do and sleep, plus a few knocks on his door from his mother Jake reluctantly got up and stumbled into the bathroom. He looked at his messy locks of hair and then just ran his hand through it. After that he just brushed his teeth. Jake then preceded to head back to his room.
Jakes locker pretty much consisted of just plain tee shirts and faded jeans. That was exactly what he wore today too, a navy blue short sleeved tee and a pair of faded jeans. He's style was nothing special, he really doesn't give a damn.
It took about 3 minutes total for him to get ready then he grabbed his faded moss green JansPort backpack that he had since he was in the sixth grade, and headed down stairs.

His sister Natasha was waiting for him to take her to school in his car. But first he got a piece of toast and put a fair amount of butter on it. He slowly began to it, which made his sister give him a pissed look. For which he held his hands up in serenader.
He quickly kissed his mother on the check and mumbled, "Bye," in her ear and walked out the door behind Natasha.

Jake entered his Ford truck that was made in the sixties and had more rust then is normal. The truck was a fire truck red. He slid into the drivers seat and Natasha slid into the passenger seat. The first thing she did when she enters the car was blare this pop bull shit that was probably sung by some candy colored hair girl who was as dumb as rock. He just rolled his eyes as she sang along. Which for the rest of ride Jake could have been happy beating his head against the window.

After a while they finally pulled into the parking lot of the high school. Natasha waved and jumped out of the car without really saying anything to him. "Bye to you too," mumbles Jake as he also got out of the car and started walking towards the school.

His locker was only about 3 down from the entrance of the school which really was quiet convenient. His locker was also a crimson red color, nothing really that appealing to look at. But once you opened his locker, you would see a big jumbo of things, nothing in ral order because Jake really has no means of organization.
He quickly grabbed just about every book in his locker and stuffed it into her bag which he was one strapping. He also navigated several pens and pencils from his locker and just dropped them loosely into the big pocket of his bags with his books.
After getting his bag ready he proceed to close his locker and just lean up against it will looking at his phone but not texting. It was in cool guy in a movie pose, which he did realize was lame so he got up and stood up straight.

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“I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.” ~Marilyn Monroe




Most of the night, Tatiana wasn't sleeping like she should have been. No, no she was playing Call of Duty with someone who truly needed to learn how to play better because he ended up playing a better than her sister. And, that is no compliment. After a while of beating everyone who entered, her mother finally told her to shut up and to go to sleep. But she chose to listen to her close friend, Chris argue with a little kid for about ten, twenty minutes before finally saying, "Dude, I'm going to sleep." And falling asleep with her television stuck on the channel, Disney Channel because she was too lazy to get up and actually change it to something else. The couple hours she got of sleep felt like nothing compared to what they actually were but that how it always was to the Indian girl. In the morning she woke up to the sound of Kesha's song Animal filling her ear meaning one thing, it was her alarm and time to get up. She groaned before rubbing her eyes and seeing the sight of her rather over weight cat, Bali laying against her outstretched leg along with her other cat, Aditi who was actually snuggling up against Bali. She smiled at the sight before sitting up in her bed, waking up at the same time but jumping on to the floor. She chuckled as she watched her two cats go underneath her queen size bed. "Aw, that's so cute." She said to her before getting out of her bed and going to her closet.

If you went into a normal girl's closet you would see mostly the same style all around but not with Tatiana. She had two sides that were completely different from each other. One was the Indian style clothes she out of the house to please her parents seeing that her twin sister always wore them and her parents loved to compare the two girls. She exhaled sharply, grabbing out one the overly colorful outfit and tossing it on her bed with a raised eyebrow before sliding the mirror to the other side to reveal all the actual clothes she wore during the school day. Looking at the various jeans and shirts, she decided on a gray no sleeve shirt with a pair of blue skinny jeans. She walked to her other wardrobe that held every pair of shoes, mostly sneakers that she owned. She crinkled her nose at the nigh heels she had which she only wore for athletic awards ceremonies. And even then she hated to wear them around her friends. She grabbed her new pair of gray sneakers and tossed them on her bed along with her outfit. She slipped her gray sweatpants off and her white baggy shirt before slipping them into her hamper by her door. "Ok, here we go with the rainbow outfit." She said to herself before grabbing the dress and walking into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her.


She put the outfit on the counter of the sink before starting the hot water, letting it steam up the large mirror that she was looking at. After a couple minutes of checking he social networking sites, she set Stitch IPhone on the counter with her clothes and stepped into the hot water. She let out a deep sigh as she spent five minutes washing up. And after finishing she turned the water off before grabbing her red towel and wrapping it around her athletic body. She stepped out of the shower and started to dry her body before slipping it around her long brown hair to keep it from soaking her dress. She put on her black undergarments before finally having the slip on the outfit she was dreading to wear ever since she got the package from her grandmother. In a total of ten minute she had dried her hair and left it down before walking out of the bathroom and closing the door behind her she could see her cats now in the blue bean bag chair and appeared to be cuddle with one another. "Aw, how cute." She heard someone say with a squeak of her two doors opening. She looked to see her twin brother and sister smirking as they leaned on the door. She groaned before speaking to the two, "Mērī dhat tērē kamarē sē bāhara jā'ō!" (Get out of my room!) She told them loudly in Hindi before seeing her brother, Aakanksh smirk even more before speaking. "We just wanted to know if you needed a ride, seeing that your car hasn't been fixed by those tools you call friends." She flicked him off before grabbing her Letterman's jacket and putting it on. "They're not tools just because they get girls and you can't." She told him while also grabbing her backpack and walking pass the two. She heard her sister chuckle while walking up behind Tatiana. "Look do you need a ride or not? Because we can let you run, you are on the track team after all." Her sister, Nandika said to her with sarcasm in her voice. Tatiana shook her head as they walked down the stairs, shockingly all in rhyme with one another. Guess it was a triplet thing for them. She check her phone and saw she had a text from Chris. Hopefully saying he was outside, waiting for her to hurry her ass up. But, nope. She groaned as she read the text, Oui, was I supposed to give someone a ride today? Cause, if I did, ha my bad. If not then sweet. What we doin' today?

She rolled her eyes, knowing he would forget. Yea, you were suppose to pick me up... Remember seeing that my car is a piece of crap and I wouldn't have to ride with my twins. She slipped her phone into her messager bag before looking at her older brother. "Yes I need a ride today." She said before fixing her the strap of her bag on her shoulder as the three of them walked out of their large home and to Aakanksh and Nandika's shared black Bentley. "Keep the top up." Tatiana said as she opened her bag to reveal the actual clothes she was going to wear for the day. "Okay?" Her brother said with a raised eyebrow as he slipped in the front seat and started the car. Tatiana slipped into the back seat by herself and started to slip her dress off along with the leggings as they started to drive off before slipping on the gray shirt and blue jeans. Accidently kicking her brother in the head. "Goddamn Chandanika Shankhamala Mahankali! Why can't you change at school?!" He asked in a loud voice, keeping his eyes on the road. "And risk getting teased by Jason, Peter, most defiantly Chris? I don't think so." She said, slipping on her new sneakers. Once she was finally done changing, she left her clothes in the backseat before sitting up correctly and looking out the window as they pulled up to the school.

Once they parking the car, Tatiana quickly got out of the car along with her siblings as they went their different ways, Nandika went to the cheerleaders, Aakanksh went to the wallflowers, and Tatiana of course went to look for her two close friends of the jocks, knowing that Jason was going to get the little flirt of his, Angelina. So, she was off to look for Chris and Peter or... knowing her, make them meet her at her locker. She walked inside the building and directly to her locker which was a couple of lockers away from one of the guys she actually had feelings for, Jacob. When she saw him, her eyes went down to the ground as she walked right to her red locker which had a sign on it with her name along with all the teams she was on... All of them: track, rugby, gymnastics, and soccer. And on the inside it was surprisingly neat with a couple of pictures of her and her teammates. She grabbed out her The Great Gatsby book and put it in her bag before taking out her phone to text Pete and Chris. Both of you, meet me by my locker. She sent the text before seeing she got a text from Jason about a party. She smiled and nodded before putting her phone into her jacket pocket and leaning against her locker, waiting for either the two males to come to her locker or to reply to the text.




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Character Portrait: Laurel Pyrope Character Portrait: Elizabeth Croydon Character Portrait: Peter Samuels Character Portrait: Tatiana Mahankali Character Portrait: Christopher Stiger Character Portrait: Cameron McCall
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As Laurel walks, or rather wanders, she notices nothing short of several things about some of the people that she sees milling about the crowded hallways. A girl walks by her, one she's seen before from a distance, with an elegance that even rapid fire modes wouldn't be able to accurately capture. For a moment, she wishes that she had a video camera, but soon the girl has apparently disappeared into the library. She then escapes the mind, being out of sight, if only because the young woman with the camera around her neck, hanging like the designer accessories other girls might wear, is distracted by the colorful variety of people in this school. She's accustomed to eclectically populated schools, of course, but likes to take the time to appreciate the variation present in each of those schools which she has attended. It helps to keep them from blurring together until she can't remember who went to which school, and what happened where. Sometimes, the young woman will see a person walking by and swear that they attended her elementary school, even though her elementary schools were, for the most part, overseas. At some point or another, Laurel finally realizes that she has let people-watching get her original goal out of her mind, and that she is going in the completely wrong direction. Thus, she retraces her steps towards the front of the school, passing by a blonde boy whom she actually has photographs of in her camera. Honestly, it is probably creepy, though she had no intention for it to be. But she saw him lying in the grass cloud-gazing, and it was simply instinctive to take a picture of the scene, if only because his expression was so innocently serene: as though someone had taken the expression of a sleepy child and grafted it onto a teenaged body.

She also notices as a good portion of the student body, or rather those who are either beautiful or expensively clothed, suddenly take out their phones and check them. Getting a message from the mothership? a little voice in the back of Laurel's mind asks. Still, she has played the part of jocks and preps before, though swimming had only been enough to keep her on the bottom rungs of little ladder within a ladder that is those at the top of the food chain. But not this time, she has promised herself. This time she won't just be the person who kind of fits in with a clique, but doesn't really know anyone. That's what Laurel tells herself, anyway, but that is the easier part of the task. Actually breaking the habit of anonymity is what can be slightly tasking. It might be easier now, at least easier than it might have been in middle school and the earlier years of high school, because she has finally grown into her limbs, which were once awkwardly long, like a baby giraffe. Still, it's several years too early for her to make any claim at elegance, as far as she herself is concerned.

An Indian girl seems to be trying not to stare at a young man with blond hair that leans against his locker and looks the picture of a skater or surfer sort. Laurel manages to recall the first time she ever rode a skateboard, resulting in a down-to-the-bone skinned knee and a trip to the hospital. Regardless of the pain associated with it, or perhaps because it has been so many years that she can fancy it didn't hurt nearly as much as it did, the memory is a fond one. Laurel is fond of all memories, regardless of their content, because she is a nostalgic sort of person, and likes to remember her past with as much clarity as possible. When she was younger, she read somewhere that one can develop a photographic memory by dwelling on the past too much. While she doesn't believe that, and has no desire to develop photographic memory, if it existed she might have it now. Of course, half of her remains focused on the present, evenly splitting her mind and leaving not even a crumb for thoughts towards the future. It would just have to wait.

She is startled out of her nostalgia by a loud and distinct voice, the sort that carries but has little weight, greeting an individual at a volume typically reserved for those who are addressing large crowds or injured, and crying for help. Another guy shows up, probably saying something before punching the blond one in the arm lightly. Apparently done watching them, or perhaps having once again realized that she does need to find her class in some vain attempt to beat the rush, Laurel looks away from the trio and spots another number, though it has a letter attached to it. They are near administration, or maybe that is just a utility closet. The labeling systems tend to vary, she's found, and Laurel doesn't want to chance walking into a utility closet and, by some miraculous stroke of poor fortune, finding herself locked in. It would be better to ask a student, perhaps, but she can't really identify properly who would be an ideal candidate for this. The trio seems occupied, the graceful girl is long gone, and the cloud-watcher is equally not here. Without a better alternative, she snaps a photograph of the scene before her. The trio, all angled slightly so that it is natural for them to look at the blond young man checking his phone. It looks a bit like one of those anti-bullying photos, except that neither party really seems to care. "Right. Enough of that, then," Laurel murmurs under her breath, words lost in the crowd before the makes the executive decision to take a right and hope that it is the right way to go, no horribly bad pun intended. She still has the camera in her hand, of course, but it is such a typical feeling that she hardly notices it there. With this, Laurel simply begins walking.

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