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𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙨𝙩
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is anyone
ever as ok
as they look?
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E U P H O R I A
not your average high school roleplay
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i n t r o
Literally fuck anybody who says high school is the time of their life.

They must have had such vapid, meaningless, cheap experiences in these hallways—enabled by wealth, comforted by two parents in love with each other, rocked to sleep by privilege and blissful ignorance.

Shit has started getting real for us. Maybe it’s just the times, and we’re growing up more quickly than kids our age used to. Maybe we’re just making a big deal out of growing up, and those first pangs of growing pain that hurt, ache, and throb like nothing else start in high school.

It seems like every day that some madman decides to slaughter kids like us in places like this, to the point where we’ve started having active shooter drills. Sickeningly sweet clouds of cotton candy nicotine hang heavy above our heads in the sticky, humid living room at a house party while the music, too loud and too vulgar, drones on. Parents fall out of love, and they do it loudly, suddenly not sparing all weapons of war because they figure you’re old enough to understand. We’re finding ways to escape it all.

We aren’t the kindest to each other despite it all, though. And that’s putting it lightly.
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r o l e s
the stoner
unambitious and struggling. clearly has something worth escaping from.
the jock
weighed down with sore legs and immense expectations, at the price of college tuition.
the dark horse
new kid to the school. alluring, magnetic, and mysterious. what's left to discover?
the revolutionary
they've changed dramatically to start the new year. why did they do it & who was it for?
the beauty
always easy and gorgeous. they're more than a pretty face and good lay though, right?
the ruler
the "it" person in school. how far are they willing to go to stay on top of everyone?
the sentinel
the supportive, demure friend of many. they wonder if they're ever going to find their voice.
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r u l e s
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Follow all of RPN’s listed rules. Treat others in this roleplay well to facilitate a comfortable, creative, and fun environment.
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Themes in this roleplay are going to be mature, and I don’t want to put minors in a situation where they have to unpack adult content. You must be at least eighteen years of age to join.
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This is going to be a strictly advanced roleplay, where good grammar, correct spelling, and tantalizing writing is an expectation. (Please note your character's theme song somewhere on your application to let me know that you've at least made it this far into the rules.) You should be able to comfortably write 500-800 words per post, at the very minimum.
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There are going to be six people total in this roleplay, including myself, one for each of the six provided roles. Placement in this roleplay is not awarded on a first-come, first-serve basis. I’ll be judging each of the characters on their quality and depth, and their owners on their writing quality.
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Be prepared to chat on Discord. I find it’s a very helpful platform to have quick discussions about characters, plotting, and it’s a low pressure environment where we can all chat with each other. I will make a server for all the accepted members of this roleplay once I have determined who’s going to be in it.
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j o i n
School file: name, age / DOB, gender, GPA, clubs and/or extracurricular activities (if any), favorite subject(s).

Note from the dean: (a faculty member's impression of the student. 3-4 sentences.)

Physical: hair, eyes, skin (color, texture, race/ethnicity, height, weight, face claim (optional)

Personal: positive and negative traits (minimum three each), likes and dislikes, fears, ailments (mental, physical, etc.), skills.

History: (optional, but always interesting!)
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i'm too busy acting
like i'm not naive.
i've seen it all,
i was here first.
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[div class=tag]age[/div] seventeen years old
[div class=tag]gender[/div] cisgender male
[div class=tag]GPA[/div] 2.1
[div class=tag]clubs / extracurriculars[/div] none.
[div class=tag]favorite subjects[/div] english, music
[div class=tag]counselor's note[/div] "The case of Mr. Owen is a challenging one. I can only assume that something in his home life is what contributes to his antisocial behavior and poor performance in academic work, but he refuses to disclose much of anything to me, even under the promise of total confidentiality. He will only get better if he decides he wants to."

[/div] [/div] [div class="content content02"] [div class=scroll] [div class=title]physical[/div] [div class=tag]hair[/div] naturally light blond which fades to a brown hue close to his roots.
[div class=tag]eyes[/div] a faded shade of light blue, like an ancient pair of jeans.
[div class=tag]skin[/div] fair, with few blemishes. he has a small beauty mark above his upper lip, towards the right side.
[div class=tag]height[/div] five feet, nine inches.
[div class=tag]weight[/div] a scrawny 142 lbs. his build is thin, bordering on the unhealthy, slightly underfed range of skinny.
[div class=tag]face claim[/div] a younger, blonder norman reedus.

[div class=title]persona[/div] [div class=tag]virtues[/div] sensitive, selfless (only for those he cares about), meek, patient
[div class=tag]vices[/div] hot-tempered, defensive, pessimistic, distrusting, flighty, reclusive
[div class=tag]likes[/div] the sound of rain, chilly weather, candles & incense, sleeping in, playing guitar and singing.
[div class=tag]dislikes[/div] high-pressure social situations, schoolwork, toxic masculinity, his own sexuality, vulnerability, sudden loud noises & fast movements (he'll flinch).
[div class=tag]fears[/div] becoming his mother, never leaving his hometown, making nothing out of his life, and never finding companionship (platonic or romantic).
[div class=tag]ailments[/div] major depressive disorder, generalized anxiety disorder (he is uninsured and cannot afford prescription medication), dyslexia, substance abuse disorder.
[div class=tag]skills[/div] guitar (electric and acoustic), photography, making any inanimate object into a functional bong.
[/div] [/div] [div class="content content03"] [div class=scroll] [div class=title]history[/div] [div class=tag][/div]His mother, simply put, was not ready to become a parent. Neither was the rich-looking stranger she met and seduced at a bar, but they were caught up in the idea of each other: a brief fling, the hope of escaping small town boredom, getting a tase of what someone from the bad side of the tracks was like. Jasper was an unintended consequence of something that never should have happened, and a permanent painful reminder of that night for his mother: he always resembled his father more than he did her. And it stung.

But even with a small child to take care of, completely dependent on her, she wasn't ready to abandon her youth. She had at least another decade's worth of skimming by on the tabs of other men and avoiding real work, right? She had always been quite the stunner, and she was intent on maintaining that lifestyle. Her friends often forgot she was a mother, but they drank and gambled the child support checks away happily.

But what that meant was Jasper was alone quite often, left to his own devices at home. At some point, he found a guitar and discovered that emulating the late greats made him so, so happy. When his mother did come home, she brought leftover Chinese food, apologies, and a new boyfriend. They weren't always kind--they were rarely kind. He learned quickly that they hated children and questions even more, and often said so with shouting and fists. They made him oh so very nervous, to the point of hyperventilating and crying (which was, of course, very sissy).

Jasper showed his mother the bruises and recounted the words said to him, but she always refused to believe him. She mocked him for his panic attacks. She claimed it was some lame attempt to gain her attention or favor, or make her spend more time in the apartment (paid for by government funds) with him, when that just wasn't in her DNA. It was wrong to expect that from her, she told him.

So he stopped seeking her, or anyone, out. He dealt slowly, painfully, and sometimes not even at all, with his own attraction to men despite harboring such an intense fear of them. He managed his worsening symptoms and self-loathing day-by-day, and when a cheap enough remedy came in the form of a very bitter, very tiny pill, he took it happily. Jasper's first Valium was nothing short of pure bliss, and the whirlwinds of his life slowed to a halt as he laid in bed, wondering why he had waited until he was fifteen to try these for the first time.

Now he swallows, crushes, and snorts anything he can get his hands on--anything to make his furious, wild, tired head make some sense. [/div] [/div] [div class="content content04"] [div class=scroll] [div class=title]miscellaneous[/div] xx → benzodiazepines (Xanax, Valium, Ativan) are his drug of choice
xx → but he'll never say no to weed or a good drink
xx → he has a successful Soundcloud and Bandcamp for his guitar playing
xx → his music genre is rock and alternative
xx → sales from singles and EPs are enough to line his wallet
xx → his music Instagram is suprisingly popular as well
xx → theme song is 'Agnes' by Glass Animals
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[div class=tag]name:[/div] Morganite Elle McCullough

[div class=tag]age:[/div] 17

[div class=tag]gender:[/div] Female

[div class=tag]date of birth:[/div] April 1st, 2002

[div class=tag]place of birth:[/div] Seattle, Washington, USA.

[div class=tag]gpa:[/div] 2.9

[div class=tag]extracurriculars:[/div] She's popped around a lot of miscellaneous things. Archery, knitting club, home ec, anime club, photography club, but only showed up to one or two club meetings.

[div class=tag]favorite subjects:[/div] Art, English

[div class=tag]dean's note:[/div] "Morgan is frustrating, to say the least. She's very clearly capable of applying herself and being a great student. When she participates in class and speaks up, Morgan is bright and sharp, and brings meaningful thoughts to the discussion. But, it seems she only cares to get a passing grade, and has made no effort to connect with other students or faculty members in her short time at West High." - Comment of Mrs. Winslow, AP Literature teacher.

[div class=tag]role:[/div] The Dark Horse.

[div class=tag]theme song:[/div] Borderline - Tame Impala.

[div class=tag] PHYSICAL [/div]​


[div class=tag]hair:[/div] Wavy auburn brown hair, reaches to her shoulder blades, a bit frizzy but managable.

[div class=tag]eyes:[/div] Heavy lidded hazel eyes, prominent undereye bags.

[div class=tag]height:[/div] 5'8"

[div class=tag]weight:[/div] 134 lbs.

[div class=tag]skin:[/div] Pale and freckled as hell, with some light teenage acne on her face.

[div class=tag]body build:[/div] Long limbed and lanky, with some awkwardness to it. Proud member of the itty bitty titty committee.

[div class=tag]distinguishing features:[/div] Large ears, knobbly knees, long fingers. Both ears are double pierced, and she has a really shitty stick-n-poke of a heart on her left hip.

[div class=tag]face claim:[/div] Diana Silvers

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[div class=tag]personality:[/div] Morgan McCullough is a mystery to almost everybody in her life. With a towering heap of identity issues, no real friendships or connections, and a constant boredom with her life, she's flighty and reckless and likes having stupid delinquent fun for the distraction of it all. She's learned to put up facades like switching between masks, trying to be likable to anyone remotely interested in her. She yearns for something meaningful in life, but has basically accepted that it'll never happen. So, Morgan tries to enjoy what she can in a new town before she has to uproot and leave again.

[div class=tag]positives:[/div] Entertaining, has a sense of humor, compassionate, likes to make others happy, affectionate.

[div class=tag]negatives:[/div] Compulsive liar, ignores important things in life, head in the clouds, facetious, steals a lot.

[div class=tag]likes:[/div] Old movies, woodsy areas, any music she can dance to, alcoholic drinks that taste good, making people laugh, thick comfy sweaters, cold drinks.

[div class=tag]dislikes:[/div] Any and all sports, sour candies, humid weather, rude people, people trying to actually get to know her, being vulnerable, her parents.

[div class=tag]fears:[/div] Morgan faces her fears every time she attends a new school: making friends, and then having to leave them eventually.

[div class=tag]ailments:[/div] None.

[div class=tag]skills:[/div] The girl's got a hefty skill set under her belt. Knows how to steal from large stores, lockpicking, sewing, is learning to knit, can play a bit of piano, started learning book binding, knows a million shitty jokes and puns, likes skateboarding, knows a decent bit about old film cameras.

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[div class=tag]background:[/div] For almost as long as Morgan can remember, her and her family have always moved around.

Only child to Liam and Kathleen McCullough, the girl was born as an attempt to keep their marriage together, as Kathleen had struggled for many years to get pregnant. Their little girl was their world, and for the first couple years of Morgan's life, it seemed like it worked. Liam stayed home with his wife to raise their daughter, happy despite the dreary rainy Seattle weather. He even chose her name, Morganite, after the gemstone representing love and compassion. But, the man was always ambitious, always greedy, and always made the excuses of "I'm the provider for the family, and so I have the final word." Having studied at the Gemological Institute of America, Liam is well versed in jewelry arts, identifying and appraising different types of jewels, and was known for frequenting appraisal auctions in hopes of selling his finds. He was happy as a jewelry maker, but wasn't happy with the mundane life of having a wife and child. Soon, they moved from Seattle to Los Angeles, and thus began their frequent moves around the country. Her father had to be where the money was. He was, and still is, incredibly masterful at identifying precious gems. Despite their chaotic lives, for the most of her youth, Morgan looked up to her father. The moments where he would let her into his little workshops and offices, sit her on his lap, and teach her the differences between cuts of gems and their worth. Take her to a theme park and win her the biggest prizes she wanted. Aquariums, museums, anything each new town could offer. Those were some of her most cherished memories. Sure, she had a happy relationship with her mother as well. But, sometimes Morgan wondered how her mother truly felt. The woman was quiet, reserved. Half the time, she wouldn't come home 'til the next morning, or not care about her grades; she noticed the little things over time.

The shining image of her father soon crumbled the moment Morgan started high school.

She found out about his infidelity the first week of freshman year, so obvious she wondered if he had even tried to hide it. An unfamiliar woman in their house when her mother wasn't home, who quickly left without a word, and her and her father acted like it never happened. Morgan began to resent her father, slowly but surely. He was the reason they constantly moved around, the reason that she couldn't have any friends, and so the girl quickly began to act out more and more. Even worse, she knew her mother was far beyond caring. Morgan went from stealing, to breaking and entering empty homes for sale to hang out with local ne'er-do-wells, to trying anything and everything she could get her hands on. While Morgan doesn't particularly care for drinking or drugs, hell, at least she can say she's tried something once. Now, she's impatiently waiting for the day of high school graduation. At this rate, she just wants to get a passing grade and her diploma. The girl has a good couple of skills under her belt from all of her shenanigans throughout the years, she's ready to wing it, get a job that pays, and leave her parent's house before they think about moving again.

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god s a v e the prom queen.
turned her tears to diamonds in
her c r o w n
she wasn’t just pretty
Name: Giselle Elise Aldridge
Nickname: Elle
Age: 18 years
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Date of Birth: May 10th
GPA: 4.0
Clubs: Cheer Captain, Debate Club, Prom Committee
Favorite Subjects: Literature, Sociology

Dean’s Note: “Ah Ms.Aldridge, our most well-known and beloved student here at West Highschool. She’s an exceptional student, her grades have never been below an A+ during her time here. Her teachers only have great things to say about her. She’s a polite and charismatic young woman who I believe will achieve big things once she graduates. Ms.Aldridge is a real go-getter. She manages to juggle many of the clubs that she’s in without a single complaint. She’s always involved in some sort of way, be it fundraisers or pep rallies. She’s a wholesome young woman, no doubt because of her exceptional background.”



"she is like a soft autumn breeze. . .
everything she touches is stirred, moved
. . . never to be the same again."

Hair: Dark brown and naturally curly, it stops at her shoulders. Giselle tends to wear weaves as a protective style or straightens her hair so it’s easier to deal with.
Eyes: Giselle has lovely hazel-green eyes, almond shaped eyes. Though they are more green than brown. They’re framed by long lashes.
Skin: Golden caramel in color, blemish free thanks to her lengthy and expensive skin care routine.
Race/Ethnicity: British Nigerian

she was otherworldly

"oh she is as deep as the oceans. But no one can hold their breath long enough to know her."

To the outside world Giselle is the textbook definition of well put-together and perfect young lady. She is responsible, intelligent, and charming. A well read young woman with all the grace and manners of a proper girl. And they are right in a sense. Giselle is all pretty smiles and fluttering eyelashes with the ability to charm and persuade those around her with ease. There is a certain allure to her that draws others in. She is most definitely a socialite, she loves attending charity events and other social gatherings of high society members. She enjoys the luxury of being born into a wealthy family. Giselle is a lover of the finer things in life, whether it be shopping, entertainment, or even pampering herself.

Giselle will accept nothing less than the best. She feels as if she deserves it and thus expects it in all aspects of her life. She tends to flaunt her wealth at times, mostly without realizing that she’s even doing it. Appearances are very important to her. While she is spoiled Giselle is by no means a brat, she doesn’t throw tantrums when she doesn’t get her way and she refuses to act out of character. She is very conscious about how she presents herself to others. Giselle never leaves her house without looking presentable. She’s someone who believes that first impressions are important.

Giselle prides herself on being observant. She’s an astute young woman with a talent for reading people and situations. It’s no surprise that she’s a great listener as well. Those close to her tend to seek her out when it comes to asking for advice. They know that she will be honest, most of the time brutally so. Giselle’s trust is hard to gain but she is a loyal individual once she opens up. When it comes to those she cares about Giselle is quite generous and and warm. She’s been told that she’s rather stubborn and strong-willed. Giselle can often be stuck in her ways, it’s hard to get her to change her mind. Once she’s settled into a routine she doesn’t like that routine being disturbed. She can also be described as a perfectionist. Giselle doesn’t like things out of order and prefers things done her way.

When it comes to hard work Giselle isn’t afraid to do what she must, especially if the reward is something grand or beneficial to her. Never the one to do things in a rush, Giselle will take her time and act only once she has deliberately made her decision, so that the choices that she makes are the right ones. Giselle is a patient person. Her determination and diligence means that what she sets out to do will be done well. She tends to be hard on herself when things don’t go her way or she doesn’t meet her own expectations.

While Giselle is no stranger to hard work she doesn’t mind manipulating and scheming to get what she wants. Of course she only tries to do it for drastic times. Though deep down she enjoys the thrill of toying with others for her own gain. Giselle is a talented wordsmith, while often times she prefers to get straight to the point, she possesses the ability to speak circles around many. If she doesn’t feel like answering something Giselle can successfully evade answering questions without being noticed.

Virtues: Astute, Strong-willed, Patient, Charming, Aesthetic, Determined, Logical, Organized
Vices: Materialistic, Spoiled, Possessive, Vain, Perfectionst, Conservative, Manipulative

Likes: Felines, Traveling, Wine, Vanilla Scent, Lip Gloss, Fashion, Peonies, The Arts, Diary Keeping, Silk & Satin, Cheer, Delicacies, Gardening, Drawing, Sunbathing, Getting her way, Writing Letters
Dislikes: Being Outdone, Cigarettes, Dogs, Messes, Cheap Things, Unhygienic Conditions/People, Rushing, Her Fiancé, Suck-ups, Rodents, Sodas, Cherry Flavor, Spiders, Crocs, Fish, Rain, Scratchy Fabrics

Fears: Poverty, Disownment
Ailments: None
Skills: Gardening, Networking, Manipulation, Cheering, Horseback Riding, Public Speaking, Creative Writing

and vaguely threatening

" Heavy is the crown and yet she wears it as if it was a feather. There is strength in her heart, determination in her eyes and the will to survive resides within her soul. She is you.
A warrior, a champion, a fighter, a queen."

Herstory: Born into the prestigious Aldridge family Giselle has been held in high regard since birth. The British family came from old money and their wealth increased due to smart investments and hardwork. Giselle was born to William Alderidge and his Temilola. Her mother wasn’t a very affectionate woman, she was a young woman who focused on material objects rather than her daughter. It hurt when her parents got divorced but she got over it eventually. Her mother remarried to another rich man as soon as she could. Their separation brough Giselle and her father closer. He had no idea of how to raise a girl but he tried and got help from family and hired nannies.

Her life changed again when her father became involved with a man by the name of Laurent Comeaux, a French heir to a rich family who owned a number of vineyards. In the beginning Giselle ignored her father’s partner despite his attempts at building a relationship with her. The two of them were always at odds. It continued on for months before the trio eventually had a heart to heart. After that things went smoothly and ended with her father marrying Laurent. The trio were as close as ever, with Giselle spending more time with Laurent as her father was a very busy man. The Frenchman clearly loved her as if she were his own.

Like any rich child Giselle was taught that she needed to behave a certain way and succeed in whatever was thrown at her for the sake of her family. Despite how spoiled she was her father made sure to drill it into her head along with the value of hard work, so that she wouldn’t turn out like her mother. She was taught all the things that made a proper young woman and was tutored in different things like dance, horseback riding, and piano. She was fifteen when she found out that she was engaged to the son of one of her father’s business partners. It was necessary she had been told, she didn’t protest, at least not to her parents’ faces.

When she entered high school it was easy for her to climb the social ladder before eventually reaching the very top. Giselle is proud of her title, often called the Queen of West High. She runs the place efficiently yet fairly, for the most part. Giselle’s is admired, feared, and even downright hated by some of her fellow students. She has eyes and ears everywhere, ready to report back to her about what’s happening around the school.

Other: She has a Ashera named Majesty.
Theme Song: Primadonna Girl - Marina and The Diamonds
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vices: pushover, overprotective, clingy, ditsy

likes: children, companionship, nature, pitbulls, quiet

dislikes: loud noises, violence, studying, 78% of men, the education and criminal justice systems, nutella

fears: sexual intimacy, abuse

skills: singing, conflict resolution, solving rubix cubes

[/div][/div][/div][/div][/div] [div class=tabcontent3][div class=basics] HERSTORY.[/div] [div class=oh][div class=container][div class=scrollbar][div class=textbox]sade was brought into this earth on a muggy september 18, the first and only child to a daycare worker and a high school dropout. she spent her early life in a too-crowded rental in the arlington heights neighborhood of milwaukee, surrounded by senseless violence and drug abuse. she had become intimately acquainted with the criminal justice system before she could form complete sentences. she was five the first time she saw a drive-by shooting. she was nine when her life changed forever.

no one was surprised when sade's parents officially ended their relationship in a screaming match. the coupling had always been volatile and sporadic, fueled by abuse and insult and x-rated reconciliation. sade sat in the closet, as she always did during these times, with her ears covered, eyes shut, and her sole protector a ratty teddy bear gifted to her by her grandfather on the day of her birth. the screaming grew ever louder, which was to be expected, but something was different. the screams from her mother were no longer ones of rage; they were of fear. there was a bang that sade recognized all too well. her heart fell into her stomach and it was as though the earth fell silent. she crawled out of the closet in what seemed to be slow motion. nothing would prepare her for her new reality.

her father had shot her mother in the face. the image was etched permanently into her memory. she called 911 in hysterics. her father had seemed to have fled the scene, but she couldn't help but feel as though she was in imminent danger. the first responders walked in on the unfortunate scene, and saw sade lying directly beside her mother's body, holding her tight, singing softly into the ragged rise-and-fall of her chest. dragging her away from the body was an entirely different battle.

following the incident, sade was put in the care of her aunt. a kind enough woman, without a doubt, but she worked two jobs. it is for that reason that sade's main source of company was her aunt's deadbeat boyfriend. he was always loud, typically drunk, and often inappropriate. sade has never really been a small girl. she developed quickly, and has always looked old for her age. that's why she blamed herself the first time it happened. he was drunk, and clearly out of it, and she was bathing. if she was built like the other girls in her class, he would have known, and she would have been safe. she cried for hours. she felt so dirty, and she knew that if she told her aunt, she would be so angry. she kept quiet.

the abuse continued. she didn't know how to stop it. she tried locking doors, yelling, kicking, fighting. nothing worked. her teachers and family members noted that she seemed withdrawn, but they attributed it to mourning. they looked at her in sympathy, offered condolences, but no one understood. that is, until a factory fire brought sade's aunt home early. sade was correct: her aunt was furious, but not at her. after a particular expletive-filled police call, sade's aunt held her for hours. the two became inseparable.
the court process was long and hard. repeatedly, she was forced to utter the horrible truths she thought she'd finally be able to rid herself of. once it was all over, her aunt packed them up and moved them far away to begin anew. but one's past is always a part of them, no matter how hard it's tried to be forgotten.

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outside of her admittedly tragic background, ms. ibekwe is an impossibly ordinary student. a relatively average 3.1 gpa, not in any clubs, never in any trouble.

extremely talented choir alto, relatively unremarkable in all other fields. politely declined trying out for the basketball team when asked, very scarcely can be seen at school events. all of her other teachers have very little to say about her, other than remarks about her being quiet and a relatively poor test taker.
she gets on well with the school populace, and seems to have no enemies. while obviously there is nothing wrong with being completely average, i can't help but feel there is some untapped potential deep within her. that could just be my educator optimism, of course."

abridged from the notes of mrs. [REDACTED], choir teacher

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D O S S I E R
[div class=block style="background-color: #AB3428;"]name
wren lucas zhang
[div class=block style="background-color: #AB3428;"]age
17
[div class=block style="background-color: #AB3428;"]d.o.b
december 4th
[div class=block style="background-color: #AB3428;"]gender[/div] male
[div class=block style="background-color: #AB3428;"]gpa[/div] 3.3
[div class=block style="background-color: #AB3428;"]role[/div] the jock
[div class=block style="background-color: #AB3428;"]extracurricular[/div] football team, photography club
[div class=block style="background-color: #AB3428;"]favored subjects[/div] history & science
[div class=block style="background-color: #AB3428;"]dean's note[/div] "Wren Zhang is a capable young man who's respectful to his peers, often giving them encouragement when he notices them struggling. Although it may seem like he doesn't pay attention in class, he manages to do well on his tests and assignments. There have been occasions when he has disrupted lessons by being tardy and indicated that he doesn't take his studies seriously despite having great potential to do better."

V I S A G E
[div class=block style="background-color: #AB3428;"]hair[/div] black; kept short and shaved in a crewcut fade
[div class=block style="background-color: #AB3428;"]eyes[/div] very dark brown; almost looks black
[div class=block style="background-color: #AB3428;"]skin[/div] olive complexion and very clear / smooth (thanks to a skincare routine). has a septum nose ring and his left ear is pierced
[div class=block style="background-color: #AB3428;"]race/ethnicity[/div] taiwanese-american
[div class=block style="background-color: #AB3428;"]height[/div] 6'0" / 182 cm
[div class=block style="background-color: #AB3428;"]weight[/div] 159 lbs / 67 kg
[div class=block style="background-color: #AB3428;"]face claim[/div] earth vangwithayakul
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[div class=block style="background-color: #AB3428;"]virtues
laidback, sociable, dexterous, reliable for friends, observant, adventurous
[div class=block style="background-color: #AB3428;"]vices
mischievous, noncommittal to own goals, flirty, impulsive, aloof, secretive
[div class=block style="background-color: #AB3428;"]likes[/div] sci-fi horror, comic books, diner food, nighttime jogs, rock climbing, cold showers, thunderstorms
[div class=block style="background-color: #AB3428;"]dislikes[/div] pineapple, geese, politics, anything bitter, cleaning, waking up early, boredom, reality tv
[div class=block style="background-color: #AB3428;"]fears[/div] disappointing his father
[div class=block style="background-color: #AB3428;"]ailments[/div] seasonal affective disorder
[div class=block style="background-color: #AB3428;"]skills[/div]
✦ team player; cooperative and willing to listen to other people's ideas. also has valuable leadership skills in a group.
✦ mechanically inclined; wren is proficient with tools and able to repair objects as well as disassemble their parts to put them back together the same way.
✦ exceptional dancer; he enjoys choreographies but likes to improvise his own moves.
✦ can tie a cherry stem into a knot with his tongue.
✦ remembering small details about people.
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H I S T O R Y
[div class=block style="background-color: #AB3428;"]backstory
Only a few months after Wren was born, his parents divorced. His father, Geoff, was granted full custody since his mother clearly expressed in court that she wanted nothing to do with her son. Wren has never known the reason why she left or why they split up in the first place, but Geoff did the best he could to be a wonderful father for his first and only child. There was a small measure of financial struggles in the household, yet he worked tirelessly to give his son the best of everything. The two of them had a great relationship.

Once Wren started to show mild interest in sports at the age of eight, Geoff was overjoyed. He dreamt about having a child that excelled in sports and he was becoming just that. He quickly joined a Little League Baseball team and saw the proud smile on his father's face whenever he spotted him from the bleachers. That's where it started. Wren was put on a pedestal for every sport he participated in, and he would overhear his father bragging over the phone to friends and colleagues alike.

From baseball, to basketball, and finally to football in freshman year of high school, Wren knew that he wasn't entirely happy with himself. He lacked the passion and he didn't enjoy sports as much as he once made himself believe. He was lost, but didn't share those thoughts to the person that mattered most in his life—he couldn't bear to. Nowadays Wren hides behind a mask of confidence and pretends to be satisfied while wondering if he'll ever realize what he wants to do.
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✦ owns a pomeranian husky mix named sammy and a turkish van named buck
✦ he's a closeted pansexual
✦ smokes cigarettes when he's stressed / frustrated
✦ he's the quarterback on the football team
✦ listens to a variety of music genres
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[div class=tag]nickname:[/div] everyone calls him carrie. he hates being called carmine, since his mother is the only person who calls him carmine.

[div class=tag]age:[/div] 17 years old.

[div class=tag]gender:[/div] demiboy.

[div class=tag]birthdate:[/div] february 28.

[div class=tag]gpa:[/div] 3.6.

[div class=tag]clubs and extracirricular:[/div] he used to be a part of the big brother big sister program at the school, as well as a member of the children's hospital volunteer club. he has run cross country and soccer since he was six years old.

[div class=tag]favorite subjects:[/div] he is excellent at math, though he doesn't particularly enjoy it.

[div class=tag]faceclaim:[/div] robert sheehan.

[div class=tag]height:[/div] 05 feet 10 inches.

[div class=tag]weight:[/div] 155 pounds.

[div class=tag]hair:[/div] his hair is ashy brown in color with a soft texture, bunching up into a mildly unmanagable curl of hair that resembles a loose afro more days than not. he tends to hide it under a hat on days when it's particularly unruly. when he's running cross country, carrie is known to push it off his forehead using an athletic nike headband.

[div class=tag]eyes:[/div] his eyes are a natural fern green with a ring of golden brown in the inner part of his iris. they often lighten in the sun and reveal a teal tone, typically appearing almost-blue during the summer.

[div class=tag]skin:[/div] his skin is fair in the winter months thanks to the lack of sun exposure, but in the summer long hours in the sun leave it tanned. he has freckles and moles scattered across his body and he gets a dusting of freckles across his shoulders and his cheekbones in the summer.

[div class=tag]wardrobe:[/div] carrie's clothes sense is often put as simple or thrifted. he isn't super outgoing or unique in his fashion taste and he typically wears plain t-shirts or graphic tees under flannels or hoodies. like every other boy in his grade, he owns a pair of vans and adidas. carrie doesn't like to wear bright colors and he reserves them for accents or special occasions.
[/div][/div] [div class="textcontainer tabsContent tabsContent2" style="display:none;"][div class=text] [div class=tag]dean's note:[/div] "mr. frasier has always come off as an excellent student. he was a model for his peers to follow after and he forged a strong bond with many of them. he was in two clubs that he cared very deeply for, one of which he helped found, as well as both the soccer and cross country teams. however, he seems different this year. his grades have already slipped below a 4.0 and he has withdrawn from both clubs. i am disappointed in his performance this year but i wonder if it is more than just his motivation affecting his choices." — ms. thain, the calculus teacher and cross country coach.

[div class=tag]vices:[/div] indifferent → if you're looking for a reaction from carrie about something, you will be severely disappointed. he often acts as if he doesn't care about anything, even when it comes to his friends. some call if a defense mechanism and others just take offense to it.

escapist → carrie often has a hard time paying attention to things and he likes to get lost in his thoughts or activities he's doing. anything to keep him out of the here and now. he has a hard time dealing with his emotions, so he escapes them through any activity he enjoys.

casual → he lacks a lot of respect for his higher-ups and often treats them as friends at best. he doesn't have much of a moral compass and passes off everything on the same level of care. he is often informal and brief, even in meetings that matter much to him. he doesn't elaborate much or changes how he acts or speaks around anyone.

[div class=tag]virtues:[/div] intelligent → carrie is an unexpectedly intelligent person. he might not be observant but he possesses the ability to grasp any sort of academic concept and execute it, which has led to him being checked for a photographic memory, which he doesn't seem to have.

orderly → in order to him to go out with friends, carrie must have it in his planner. everything in his life is run by his planner and he won't do anything that hasn't been penciled into the worn book. much like his neatly laid-out planner, carrie is a neat person and he doesn't let himself be messy. this is a way he avoids working through his feelings, as he is convinced that by cleaning up any messy parts of his life he is also "dealing" with his emotions in a healthy manner.

athletic → on top of already being a mastermind, carrie is effortlessly athletic. he is able to play many sports without working hard at it, which saves him from being the kid with the brains and no brawn. albeit he isn't the best at stronger sports like football and wrestling (god knows if he'll ever try them) he is excellent at track and soccer, where endurance is key.

[div class=tag]likes:[/div] black coffee, arriving to events early, musicals, pop quizzes, when people don't his hair, striped shirts, crunchy fallen leaves, bare walls, understanding friends, romantic movies with a sad ending, long car rides, driving, ice-cold water.

[div class=tag]dislikes:[/div] loud birds in the morning, staying up late to study, painkillers, out of tune instruments, socializing or dancing at parties, greasy foods like pizza or hamburgers, the freshman class, having expectations of him, thinking about his future, uneven lines.

[div class=tag]fears:[/div] he is terrified of opening up to people to express his emotions and thoughts, which ties in his fear of taking risks and loss. in his perspective, he has lost enough as-is.

[div class=tag]ailments:[/div] he suffers from undiagnosed anxiety.

[div class=tag]skills:[/div] he is an excellent endurance runner and his foot-eye coordination is spot-on. he played ultimate frisbee as a kid so even his hand-eye coordination is also rather well. he is ambidextrous when it comes to writing, though his left-handed writing tends to be neater than his right-handed writing. he can skim read things and glean most of the key information from it.
[/div][/div] [div class="textcontainer tabsContent tabsContent3" style="display:none;"][div class=text] [div class=tag]family:[/div] blake frasier → carrie's father. he had a strong bond with his dad and he learned many of his life skills from him. he was definitely his dad's favorite child, especially being the only boy. it broke carrie's heart when his dad died suddenly from a stroke mere months ago.

mage frasier → carrie's mother. he has had a strained relationship his whole life since she always held him to high expectations thanks to his successful sisters. she only ever called him carmine growing up, distancing herself from her only son. after carrie's dad passed away, she has begun to get physical with carrie as a way to try and cope as well as because he is in the same house as her.

dana kryze → carrie's oldest sister. she was already out of the house by the time carrie was born. he never fostered much of a relationship and she feels like a stranger or some distant relative whenever she comes over with her husband and toddler son. carrie is often held to expectations set by dana, as they are the respective youngest and oldest children in the family.

zelda frasier-hyuk → carrie's second oldest sister. she is a little more bearable than the other members of his family, but carrie really likes her husband more than her. he has only bonded with his sister for that reason since they "share" her husband whenever she comes into town.

jodie rifkin → carrie's middle sister. she was a force to be reckoned with growing up and carrie was quite close with her. it was a shame when she got married since it seemed to pull her away from carrie. he has the most in common with her and he enjoys it the most whenever jodie comes around for family reunions.

haden frasier → carrie's youngest sister. the competition is fierce and tense between carrie and haden. they are complete opposites but they are close enough in age that space can't separate their irritated tendencies around each other. it is absolute chaos when they are together since carrie and haden can't seem to stop from pushing each other's buttons.

[div class=tag]history:[/div] when carrie was born, at least two of his sisters were already out of the house. his oldest sister married young and so carrie doesn't remember a time in his life where she wasn't married. he was instantly doted on by his father thanks to being the only son as well as the youngest, while his mother was the person who held him up to high standards and kept a critical eye on him at all times. it was because of this that carrie bonded with his father much more than his mother.

carrie grew up playing sports and studying hard in school. he learned how to be a good student thanks to rigorous behavioral classes from his mother. they would often end in mild, questionable violence when he disobeyed or fought back through talking or more physical measures. it became habitual when carrie was younger, as he had a bit of a rebellious streak that most of his sisters had lacked in their upbringing.

it became easy for carrie to be smart, kind, friendly, and respectful. he was kept under a constant watchful eye from his ever-expectant mother while his father allowed him what little freedom his mother would allow. he became best friends with his dad and even though he had friends at school that he enjoyed hanging out with, nobody was as good as his dad. they were partners in crime and thick as thieves, often raiding the pantry together at midnight after binge-watching all of the "fast and furious" movies.

moving into high school, carrie had to start contemplating where he wanted to go in life. the idea of making a name and a future for himself terrified him, especially seeing all the successful ways his sisters had grown up and having to endure the constant judgmental glances at him over their wine glasses and shiny new iphones. instead, he joined several clubs, hoping it would be productive enough on top of his commitments to cross country and soccer.

the summer before his junior year of high school, carrie's dad became sick. they found out later after numerous visits to urgent care and later the hospital that his father had stage four prostate cancer. chemotherapy killed what little was left of carrie's dad and he died shortly before school began. in the aftermath of his death, carrie drew into himself and snapped, turning into the polar opposite of what he had been beforehand. his mother began to beat into him more ferociously than before and it has seriously affected his actions and thoughts. none of his sisters help, as all of them have left the nest except for haden and she is only home during the weekends.
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[div class=tag]age[/div] seventeen

[div class=tag]d.o.b[/div] 05.31

[div class=tag]gender[/div] male

[div class=tag]theme song[/div] where did I go? jorja smith

[div class=tag]role[/div] the revolutionary

[div class=tag]gpa[/div] 3.6

[div class=tag]clubs/extracurriculars[/div] track&field

[div class=tag]fav subject[/div] Chinese (mandarin), lunch.

[div class=tag]Note from Dean[/div] Darren is a talented kid, a decently smart kid, - but that’s really to be expected considering the family he’s from and just how in-tuned his mother is with his academics and extracurriculars. There’s no mother more involved then Ms. Wilde, - she’s vice president of the school-board, an active member of the PTA, and a constant at every game, away or not, for Darren’s sport of choice – track. However devoted and kind his mother is, her consistent close proximity to her son and his (so-far) lack of obvious complaint tempts the question of whether Darren has ever really been allowed the space teenagers generally need in order to grow into the independence they will soon have very soon as adults. If not, it wouldn’t be a jump for me to make this next assertion – it’s likely some sort of rebellion is brewing, the shockwaves of which might be felt through the Wilde family and perhaps the school itself.[/div][/div][/div]

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[div class=tag]eyes[/div] almond brown. framed with dark, long eyelashes.

[div class=tag]skin[/div] dark caramel and relatively clear apart from a few freckles and the occasional stress spot.

[div class=tag]height[/div] 5”10

[div class=tag]weight[/div] 144lbs

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- impulsive, reckless. tends towards making spur of the moment decisions rather then turning over the question in his mind repeatedly. Has worked for him, at least for now. In recent days however, this reckless, almost deviant streak has dipped even more so into his personality, even negating his self-preservation instinct at times.
- empathetic, non-judgmental. extremely in-tuned to others’ emotions and quick to offer a sympathetic ear to anyone who seems in need. Very accustomed to placing himself in others shoes and expecting very little in return.
- reserved, quiet. comes off as a very ‘closed-book’ to people he’s unfamiliar with initially, though he'll usually warm up to others quickly. Very accustomed to guarding his emotions the way another might their most prized possession.
- self-motivated, persistent. Darren is the type to put his all into any task he commits too, rarely - if ever - being deterred from completing said task to the best of his ability. Although most of the activities he's involved in
- too-forgiving, idealistic. wants to see the best in people, and is persistent in searching for that even when the other person has repeatedly wronged him. Takes a lot for him to give up on a person, though the rare occasions he does there's no chance of that relationship ever coming back the same.
- passive, peace-maker. tends towards bottling up most of his more negative emotions and trying to move on from conflict when it comes up, regardless of how much wrong the other person has done him. Detests drama of all forms and tries to be the peace-maker in all situations. Bottling up his emotions however means that he never receives closure, always has that negative energy in the back of his mind just waiting to burst free.

[div class=tag]likes[/div] trucks, laughing (or really anything that releases endorphins), anime, dark-rooms, cats, music

[div class=tag]dislikes[/div] cigarette smoke, failure, dry heat (vs. moist heat. if you know, you know), , day-time naps, wool sweaters,

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- abandonment/isolation. ironically enough, this is his biggest fear. Scared to be alone despite his best efforts at feigning a personal need for independence.
- disappointing people that care about him. probably a side-effect of his youth and his mother's near constant reminders of what consequence failure rendered. Disappointing her was akin to losing her love, and so Darren unconsciously associates this with most of his loved ones even now.
- betrayal. oddly always expects this from others, always unconsciously preparing himself for the next blow.

[div class=tag]ailments[/div] none, apart from the obvious psychological ones. Probably needs therapy, but doesn’t everyone?

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When Darren was young, before school and other responsibilities became entangled in the web that was his childhood, things were good. He remembers his mother was the center of his world, his favorite playmate, the one ever-present figure when even his dad had to go to work. For a long time, things stayed good. Inched into perfect even. But that would soon change when Darren turned six, the compulsory age for most kids to leave the nest, embark to school for the first time.

He remembers his mother initially tried to argue the inevitable away, the same way she had when the notion of preschool had first entered his father’s mind. It had worked then, and what a relief it was, his mother had whispered. This time she suggested homeschooling, online schooling, just giving him one more year off? He obviously wasn't ready, look how tiny he was, even now! But his father – for once – was stubborn in this particular conviction, seemingly immune to all of his wife's usual coercing methods. The boy had to go to school sometime after all.

So off to kindergarten Darren went, and at home is mother reluctantly stayed behind. Kindergarten was his first time truly being separated from his mother, and it was quite the adjustment for young Darren. He had never really been exposed to many children his age before, never been in an environment without his mother’s reassuring whisper in his ear. He wasn’t sure how many of the fears his mother had drilled into his head about school were going to be true. Were the other kids really going to be scary? Was his teacher really going to be that mean? So it was particularly surprising when those fears were revealed to be entirely unfounded and he found himself actually... enjoying school.

He returned home from that first day excited to share, filling the house with tales of just how many friends he’d made, how nice his teacher- Ms. Patel - really was. His mother’s uncharacteristic silence then should’ve been a hint, but Darren was too young then to recognize the anger brewing underneath it.

That was the first time Darren recalls ever seeing a different side to his sweet mother. Even now he can't wrap his mind around the concept that her behavior then, and later on, was abuse. After all, she never put her hands on him, not once. Never heaped expletive-filled insults at him the way she always did behind closed doors to his father.

Instead her initial method was silence, the stark, unavoidable kind that Darren could feel every day arriving from school, even when the thermostat dial wasn’t intentionally turned to 44 degrees. He’d look in her eyes and see her not really seeing him at all, go to bed hungry as the silence would persist even when his voice had gone hoarse from the begging. A few dinner-less nights and that continued silence was enough to teach Darren to behave though, as from that point on he resolved to push school aside to make way for what he was now seeing should’ve been his one priority – his mother, and her ever persistent needs.


[div class=tag]Middle Years.[/div]

This particularly unhealthy relationship continued well into Darren's early teens, the boy becoming quite accustomed to juggling school in one hand (as his mother was particularly savvy about good-grades, despite her ironically enough capitalizing on much of the time these high scores required) and his mother's ever-growing needs in the other. Despite the exhaustion that had begin to worm itself deep into the core of his being, it took a long time for Darren to ever really grasp on to the fact that there was something wrong with this situation.

It was in the way his mother simply had to be at the center of everything, the frostiness and moments of extreme anger whenever she wasn’t. The way she'd sniff out any weakness or joy unrelated to her the way a predator did prey, taking great pleasure in stamping it out or turning it back to her. The way she’d frantically paw through his room - as if he'd actually hide something there - and amusedly read through his messages, texting his friend's random nothings and his teacher’s sick notes whenever the mood struck her. The only seemingly unconditional love she’d extend towards Darren and threaten to take away the instant things weren’t going her way. The way she’d whisper her hatred of the world – his father, his teachers, his friends, his friends’ parents, anyone who stepped through the house doors – into Darren’s ear, as if he were somehow old enough, even at six, to be a confidant.

But when he was young, his mother's behavior had seemed unordinary, maybe a bit possessive? But she was his mother, wasn’t that how mothers were supposed to act? It wasn't as if he'd had another maternal figure to compare it too after all. And the one parental figure that perhaps should've been there to grab the reigns, shift the attention away from Darren at least occasionally? His father found his escape from the turmoil in his home life within his job, and his working hours seemed to only increase with each passing day.

So like his father, Darren found his escape - school. Where many of his friends and classmates at this point had begun to declare their hatred of the institution daily, Darren privately disagreed.School was his safe-haven, the one place he was free to shed the mask he had to don to please his mother at home, the one place he was free to worry about his own needs, guilt-free.

His 8th grade literature class - headed by one Mr. Daugherty - was one particularly shining beacon. Within those four green walls Darren could bury himself into stories brighter and more beautiful than his own, spin his own tales into creation with just a stroke of pencil against paper. And best of all, Mr. Daugherty didn't require anything of him but his own bright mind. At that time Darren entertained dreams of becoming a novelist, wrote many a short story or poem within that classroom before anxiously passing them on to Mr. Daugherty for feedback. And feedback he’d always receive, though the mans constructive criticism was always tied closely with compliments, a stark contrast from his mother’s way of tearing things down in subtle but still brutal fashion.

It was the first time someone had believed in his talents, so a still-insecure Darren latched onto Mr. Daugherty for much of the support he was lacking at home. This would culminate in the man coaxing Darren into trying a school-wide short story writing contest, submitting his name as the one recommendation for their school. In between classes, lunchtimes, and during any break, Darren would write that short story between the lines in his notebook, always taking great care to stash the journal in his locker everyday before returning home. He spent so much time working on it his friends and teachers would remark on that journal, jokingly talk about how it probably contained some scheme to take over the world. ”It’s always the quiet ones,” Mr. Daugherty would say, before passing Darren a wink, as if they were co-conspirators

All it took to ruin that fantasy was a few weeks and a friend with good intentions but a big mouth. Darren remembers the exact moment his mother found out because of the occasion, a school barbecue, and the way her nostrils flared out, a telltale sign of extreme anger. For the most part his mother kept her emotions in check - they were in public after all. She kept the smile on her lips though it did grow even more pronounced, hungry even. The following day Darren forced himself to approach Mr. Daugherty with something other then grim sadness. Even so, he couldn’t bring himself to meet the mans eyes, find the disappointment doubtlessly lurking within as he intoned his intention to drop out of the contest.

When his teacher mentioned the body of work, how it was only a few more peer reviews from ready, Darren got a pit in his stomach, felt his eyes prick with moisture because he couldn’t right out tell the man how his mother had ripped the pages of his beloved journal from top to bottom, heaped insults and other unintelligible screams at him as she efficiently rendered it unreadable, unusable.

..

This one marked incident brought round a ensemble of changes. The most pronounced one was his mother’s weaving herself into the schools hierarchical system, installing herself as Vice President of the middle schools board thanks to some ill-intentioned votes, becoming an active mom in the PTA. No longer could school truly be considered an escape; Darren sunk further into himself even as he continued to present the exterior his mother so fervently wanted - the perfect son. But behind closed doors, he was constantly faced with the reminder that try as he may, it would never be enough.

[div class=tag]Later Years - Present.[/div]

High school was really more of the same for Darren. His mother continued to campaign for high positions in the PTA and school board, deeply involve herself in the schools affairs and really anything involving her son. To an outside party looking in, her behavior might have seemed akin to that of a devoted, loving mother. To Darren it was just another complex machination for absolute control of his life, control he really felt he had no autonomy in. This is perhaps best displayed in Darren's joining of the track team following his mother seeing on TV Usain Bolt win gold in that year's olympics. His mother fixated on the Jamaican athlete and fostered dreams of becoming a mother and coach to an olympic star. These delusions would culminate in her pushing her son towards joining track & field, becoming a sprinter. Unwilling to start a fight over it and still retaining much of the need to please his mother from his youth in spite of the resentment beginning to brew beneath it, Darren joined the beginning of his freshman year. It was a struggle at first as physically he was more pre-disposed to mid-distance then the short distances (100m, 200m) his mother so badly wanted him to run.

Although joining hadn't been of his own volition, Darren put his all into the sport as he did most things he committed too. Training, weight-training, and meets begin to dominate most of his days, though the friendships he fostered on the team made all of the time he gave up worth it. Towards the middle of his freshman year, Darren's father unexpectedly lost his job, though the hefty severance pay he received in compensation meant the family didn't struggle. Darren's mother pushed towards them going on what would be their first and only family trip to Disney, the men in her life quietly complying as they did most things.

It really wasn't a good trip for his parents as much of it was spent in screaming matches between the two of them. Darren didn't mind those much, as the attention being off him meant he could bury himself into his music and spend most of the trip with his best friend at the time who he'd been permitted to take along. This was a side to his parents most didn't get to see, so his best friend of course took the time to comment on how "psycho" his parents seemed though particularly his mother, who never conducted herself well in the rare moments she was critiqued or argued with.

Now used to the disparaging comments about his mother from any friends or people who came into continued proximation to her for long periods of time, Darren only wryly remarked that he had yet to see the worst of it. The end of the trip was followed by his father quickly getting a new job, though this one required even longer hiatuses from home on work trips. It wasn't much of a change too adapt to for Darren, who by now was used to the house being made up of just himself and his mother. She took up more then enough space on her own.

Long hours on the field (anything to avoid his mother at this point) and unhealthy training habits would result in Darren's first major sports injury - which his mother claimed he was totally faking for attention even after the x-rays and doctor visits. This injury would incidentally coincide with his mother's pregnancy. For once the attention was off Darren, who grew accustomed to a new barrage of derogatory statements all tied into what a disappointment Darren was, and how she would soon replace him with the baby she was more than a 100% certain would be a girl.

Nine months pass by in what seems like no time all, and soon the Wilde family was welcoming a baby boy into the world. What should've been a time of momentous joy was dulled, though only slightly, by Darren's mothers persistent vocalized disappointment over the baby's gender. Instead of taking place in the naming process with her husband, she napped. So Darren assumed her place in the naming process, his father and him deciding on the name Timothy. Having a baby in the house brought a smidgen of joy into the Wilde household, this in spite of Darren's mother's sullen attempts at ignoring the baby all through his rudimentary years. Darren's fathers' trips dulled to infrequent intervals, though the man was soon forced to hire a caregiver for the baby as neither he nor Darren could be around long enough to take over full parenting duties. In between school and extra-curriculars, Darren gave his little brother as much time as he could. He took great pleasure in Timothy's accomplishments, his first words, his first steps, etc, and was rewarded for this attention with what would be his first taste of unconditional love, and what better source than from a child?

..

Yet another change comes about the end of Darren's sophomore year, this triggered by something as tame as his mother's phone vibrating while she was in another room. Figuring it was just another PTA parent inquiring about the brownies or his dad asking about dinner, Darren almost didn't check it. But something in him fixated on the device, encouraged him just to take a little peek. And what came up the instant he unlocked the phone? - messages about meet-ups, from men that were not his father. Pictures he knew he'd never unsee, other more intimate exchanges that left a bad taste in his mouth.

In spite of all the anger he'd gradually been feeling build towards her, there had still been that sense that his mother was perfect, the one person he never wanted to disappoint because she would never disappoint him, right? So the revelation that his mother was cheating, that she wasn't perfect - that sent Darren into a full 180 as he really begin to see her for the first time in all of her flaws, her schemes, her unrighteous anger. And he found he didn't particularly like what he saw.

That fact was only solidified as Darren continued delving into the enigma that was his mother, her phone opening up a number of other avenues for him to check or read into, like her laptop (strewn with more uncompromising images, footage he knew he'd never truly unsee), her late night phone calls and the trips to the store, even the condoms spilt in the bottom of her purse. All of it was evidence that this was something that had been going on in the background of his life for what seemed like forever. His first thought was to tell his father, though Darren dreaded the conflict that would surely arise the instant his father became aware of his mother's choices.

In the end, Darren dealt with this revelation the way he did most things - internalized it, just letting that bad energy grow and grow until it leaked into every exchange with his mother. The comments started out passive, but slowly inched into more and more aggressive as time went on. Their confrontations got worst and worst, ‘till the day the two got into an all out screaming match in the foyer of the house. Darren barely noticed his little brother skulking in the corner helplessly as he yelled at his mother, the woman flabbergasted but equally as angered by the challenge to her authority. That day - before things could get any worse - Darren grabbed his stuff and just walked out, skulked around the fringes of the neighborhood for a bit. It was freeing almost, relaxing in a sense to be this far from the woman he was beginning to hate more so then love.

Although he toyed with thoughts of running for good, internally Darren knew it wasn’t a realistic option, not when he thought of the pain it would cause his little brother, his father. So just hours after dark Darren returned home to find his father waiting on the couch, his mother likely upstairs sleeping off her anger. The bags under the man’s eyes were heavier, more pronounced then usual. It made Darren prick with guilt as his dad asked him what was wrong, why had he fought his mother so much? Why had running been his first thought, did he know how much the outcome of this fight had impacted his little brother? And Darren did know, and there was so much he wanted to tell his father then, so much he wanted to get off his chest. But.. now didn’t seem the best time, not now, looking at the wrinkles manifesting round his fathers face, the grey hairs popping up before his eyes through his fathers mess of dark hair. Now wasn’t a good time, Darren ultimately decided, burying the secret even deeper in the layers of his mind, only throwing more dirt over it as time passed.

Months went by, the fights got more vicious as his mother begin to attempt to use every weapon at her disposal in efforts to make her son submit. His little brother, his friends, his teachers - all were weapons in the bid to paint Darren as crazy. Problem was, he simply wasn’t having it, not this time. Darren’s response was to systematically unravel all the threads connecting his life to his mother, cutting off friends, quitting the track team, dropping classes just to alter his schedule so his mother couldn’t show up at the door of his classrooms. Although all of these acts could have long-term consequences, Darren didn’t think of that as for once he felt free. Free enough to remake his life as he wanted with the friends he wanted, free enough to show up to the house as he pleased at all hours, usually high out of his mind. Although his mother is fronting the campaign questioning her sons mental health, it’s so easy to ignore those things now for Darren because he truly feels he’s happier then he’s ever been, burying pain in any high he can get his hands on.
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