Realistic or Modern A New Start

[lisbeth]

Mackenzie Ryan

location: home / mood: content / tag: h o p e l e s s

'A house party. Not really my forte but I suppose it would be alright.'

Mackenzie span round in her desk chair, it was safe to assume that the invite came from someone who was attending the same school as her. Perhaps school will be enjoyable this time, any previous school was far from pleasant. One word to describe them, in Mackenzie's opinion - dreadful.

No bullying took place, she just did not have friends. Classes were not fun and teachers did not help students nor did they know how to teach. Overall, a dull and unpleasant environment.

Hope had not escaped Mackenzie's grasp yet, she believed that the new school would be an upgrade; she hoped more than she believed. Considering the party invite, there is already a sense of welcoming. Mackenzie was not a girl who thoroughly liked socialising. Biting her lip and furrowing her brow, she considered the outcomes of attending the party. On one hand, it might be a complete mess but it might be an entertaining experience.



After slipping her shoes on and giving her hair a quick brush, Mackenzie glanced at the mirror. Her outfit was not fancy or overly done, it was basic, but nice. Her reflection stared back at her.

'You'll be fine,' it declared with certainty.

'I sure hope so,' Mackenzie responded.

Running down the stairs, Mackenzie headed out the front door, locking it behind her. She examined the house for one last time to make sure there were no open windows. Now that everything was checked, she put her keys safely in her pocket and set off. The address was, surprisingly, not too far from where she was staying.

Liam Walsh

location: home / mood: energetic / tag: h o p e l e s s

Loud banging of drums echoed throughout the room as each stick collided with the cymbals and shell. Liam already read the notification which apprised him about the party due tonight. Parties were not present in his list of 'top five things to do' but nevertheless he appreciated a good house party.

He set down the drumsticks with a faint feeling of satisfaction. Perhaps he will meet a girl there; a one night stand was not what he wanted however. If Liam tried to gain the attention of a girl, it will be to form an actual relationship. One where the two will share secrets, buy each other gifts, spend late nights together - an intricate bond.

Furthermore, the appeal for 'one night stands' astounded Liam. Why have intercourse with a person you know little of, possibly impregnate her, and then try and get forced to pay for a child you did not know existed nor did you plan on paying for?

There is not a reason.

Liam's chances of meeting somebody who he is genuinely interested in are slim. But one can hope.



Spraying deodorant on his body, he examined his outfit and himself; making sure he did not look scruffy. With a gentle nod, Liam asserted that he was fine and descended the spiral staircase, exiting the pristine house. Everything was secure and in place.

Upon entering the car (Honda Civic for clarity), he glanced at the rear view mirror to make sure no other car was present on the street.

'This party better be exciting.'

The last thought before driving in the direction of the house.

 

[h o p e l e s s]

Anastasia Swan
Anastasia was already at the party. The ambitious young woman had plucked up enough courage to throw on something much less sophisticated than her normal attire before arriving at the gathering. To the eyes of everyone she had pretty much anything with a pair of parents, good grades, enough money... However she just scowled and rarely gave anyone the 'privilege' of seeing her two corners of her lips raised into a warming smile. It wasn't the fact she hated social interaction, she just didn't feel as though she should be out and about. Having lost her youngest sibling, Jared aged only seventeen, to suicide the girl felt incredibly insecure. She had lost her partner in crime,l so, despite how morbid it may have seemed, her way of coping was to get roaring drunk and smoke away the problems. Anastasia was lost to the nicotine addiction yet her drinking somehow always remained controlled.

The nineteen year old pulled the straps of her top up before sighing. She knew no one, and it was kinda awkward to just stand in the middle of a party all alone. Anastasia decided to go outside and stay by the entrance of the house instead; she had thought the fresh air could do her some good. Once she arrived outside her posture began to become less noticeable and she relaxed more. The nicknamed girl 'Swan' searched her right pocket to find a cigarette and a lighter. It was over almost instantaneously as the item was placed between her lips and then lit by the small flame. Smoking wasn't glamorous to her, nor did she find it attractive or cool, it was just her coping method. Her parents would freak out if they found out their precious eldest was wasting her life away, especially with the potential of becoming a lawyer. At that thought she instantly felt a vibration occur from her left pocket. Swan searched for her phone before sighing once again.

'I hope you're doing okay! Remember, make friends and be bold. Everybody will love you x' Her mother's efforts to help her through the grieving stage were thoughtful but just didn't quite reach through the Anastasia's head. She left the text on read before she kept an eye out at the entrance. It looked as if she owned the place, her back leaning against the wall beside the door as she casually puffed smoke to the side of her where nobody would have the displeasure of walking into it. Maybe she could make friends? That would be nice.

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Theodore Harper
Much like Anastasia, Theodore was also at the party to escape his problems. Mr. Harper would never admit that though, the young man preferred to radiate his healthiness and happiness towards others through witty banter and flirtious greetings. His home life was kept very separate to his education. The black eyes he always claimed was the outcome of a fight with some other lads was never the truth, the bruises were often caused by his step-dad. No child, especially with a young sister aged six and an aging mother, would ever want to put up with the antics of such a dickhead taking over his family. And, that was why he attended that party. Two hours beforehand he ended up having to get dragged off of the man after hearing several slurs being thrown towards the woman of the house. Luckily Theo wasn't harmed this time, his opponent? Maybe a broken nose. So, this party was a cause of celebration too in a sick sort of way. Although, Theodore had to constantly cover his knuckles as to not present himself as violent. He was far from jr, he was a teddy bear... Just a very protective teddy bear.

Upon first glance of the surroundings inside the house, he could see absolutely no one he knew. Sometimes that was a benefit but in his case, it wasn't. "Hi there, I'm Theo." Making friends wasn't too difficult for the handsome boy but, sometimes people found him boring. His talks of wanting a perfect life, the perfect marriage, the perfect job of becoming a paramedic seemed way too dull compared to the likes of how many girls the other boys had slept with. Nevertheless, he progressed in trying to mingle with as many people as he could. The boy wasn't feeling too flirtious just yet for he hadn't seen the perfect girl. Perfect was his dream idea of life. Theo knew everybody had their flaws and that's why he wanted to find someone who he thought was perfect... Not perfect to the media or to a multitude of beings, just him and that special someone.

The boy tried not to focus on romance so much though. It was a party, there was a low percentage of him actually spotting people he would want to pursue with. The night was still young however, and he wished he could soon spot some people who he could genuinely connect with. Maybe someone who liked biology or sports, or even puppies. The young man hated to destroy his masculinity in such a large crowd so instead he stuck with grabbing himself a beer and listening to people rambling on about stuff he didn't really care for.​