This is a sandbox style role play that is based in a Southern Californian named Ocean City.
This town is home to a prestigious high school and university that students from all over flock to. The school is home to the best teachers in the state and hosts an eclectic variety of students from all over the world. Students have the option to live on campus and in between classes on the weekend are able to roam the town. There is always some kind of event going on. In this role play you can role play high school students, teachers, college students, and the town residents! We encourage character development and being able to follow your character through different stages of life encourages that.
This town is on the water and offers many events for every season along with the schools offering their own events as well. There are many chances to foster positive relationships between characters but this is a slice of life so drama and enemies are bound to be made!
Also, don't think your secrets are safe because there are those who patrol the tides of gossip and report all the going ons in the town gossip blog. Here everyone’s dirty laundry is presented, it’s up to the characters to believe it and do whatever they want with it.
Our members are funny and brimming with sarcasm, we look forward to our new members so we can add to the student and staff populations while further growing our characters and challenging ourselves in our writing skills. Most of our conversations happen off site in our own chat room, which we have a link posted above in the toggled section, until then if you have any questions go ahead and post them in the CBOX, we will get back to you as soon as possible!
Have fun looking around, we hope to meet you soon!
April 20th
At this time Tidwater is, unfortunately, on an indefinite hiatus. All active members have regrouped and started a new rol play forum.
If you would like to join us, it is located here.
We were as young as we were dumb When we piled in a ol' pile of junk It was one for all, and all for one
A bunch of outlaws without a gun Shootin' bad booze outta dixie cups Chasin' every girl that wasn't fast enough
Name: Derek Andrew Thorpe
Birthday: November 13
Age: 17
Grade:Junior
Orientation: Straight
Status: "Recently" Single Position: Employee at Personal Power Gym
Playby: Bryce Thompson
No matter how bad the break or how bad the luck Or how bad the day you still had us
I got a scar on my cheek from a bar room brawl Wasn't meant for me but I took the fall
One of these things is not like the other My brother, My father, and Me I am the Black Sheep.
“Gavin, where’s the phone.” Derek groaned to his older brother, knowing he had used it last for some stupid science project he had going on.
“Mom has it now.” Gavin’s monotoned voice informed him and his brother was pointing down the hallway despite not looking up from his homework. Derek thought he was such a geek, but he admired his brother for his intelligence and dedication. He wanted to be like his brother, but he felt like he wasn’t ever going to be. He followed his brothers pointed finger to their parent’s bedroom and stopped at the door. It was open ajar, and he could hear their mother talking in a low voice.
“John, he can’t know about this. Joseph can’t know about this. No one must know about this.” His mother sounded desperate, he realized as he was about to open the door, that she was talking to his uncle, his dad’s brother. He stood still, holding his breath even as he tried to listen in on the rest of the conversation. He didn’t know what they were talking about, but she had said his fathers name and that worried him.
“No, I promise you Joseph doesn’t know. And no, I won’t tell him he’s your son. Not now, not ever.”
Derek felt his heart stop, he had to have heard wrong, and yet, it all clicked. His dad and Gavin were more alike and he, he was the black sheep among the three of them. He felt a clammy feeling grow over his entire body, he felt chilly and sick all the sudden and a huge headache started pounding in his brain. She hadn't said his name, but who else could it be? He slowly stepped away from the door, hearing his mothers voice slowly disappear into whispers he couldn’t understand until he found his way back to his brothers room, and just stood there in shock, staring at his brother, trying to find the similarities to deny what he had heard.
“Derek, do you need something? I told you where the phone was.” Gavin still didn’t look up from his homework but had seen his brother enter the room out of the corner of his eyes.
Derek didn’t respond, but felt a searing hatred flow through his veins at his mother for cheating and creating him, for his father for not ever noticing, for his brother being the perfect child he would never be, and for himself for believing he could ever be like his brother. “Nothing.” Derek said through gritted teeth as he turned on his heel, tears threatening to pour out of him as he vowed to never forgive his mom for this. He reached his room and slammed the door behind him. Looking around he saw reminders of what he couldn’t be, second and third place trophies, a half-built computer that he could never figure out on his desk, a picture of Gavin, their dad, and him.
With trembling hands, he ripped the picture off and tossed it. He pushed the half-built computer off his desk and onto the ground, causing it to break. He pulled off every trophy he had ever earned for anything and threw them against the wall.
It's a cowboy code it's an unwrote law When you mess with one you gotta take us all.
I hate the way I feel, but I don't think I can change.
I just breathe you each day.
Are we only damaging the little we have left?
Both of us swimming in the same polluted mess.
Secrets secrets, are no fun
Secrets secrets, hurt someone
Secrets always have a way of getting out
Just like she was expected to, she stood straight and tall; she said yes ma’m, no sir, and shook hands with everyone. She was the perfect child after all, and even if they were at a funeral, she knew she wasn’t allowed to step out of place.
The one thing she allowed herself to do, was hold Timber’s hand. She gave it a squeeze as they lowered the casket of her sister’s friend into the ground. She could feel her sister trembling as she tried to keep herself from crying. At that point Astrid let go of her sister’s hand and pulled her in close to her to allow her to cry.
The funeral was rough, the reception after, was rough. It was a rough day for Timber, and behind the scenes, for Astrid to. When they finally returned home and went their separate ways, Astrid headed for her room and closed the door.
All alone she slipped off her heels and slid to the floor, finally allowing herself to cry. As the tears flowed down her face she searched for the red box under her bed through blurry vision and pulled it out. Inside were letters, dried out flowers, knicks and knacks, and photos; Astrid and Timber’s friend, Bryson. She had never told Timber that she and Bryson had started dating, they both had agreed to keep it quiet.
Astrid smiled as she pulled out the photo of them at the Aquarium, that was one of her favorite days with him, wishing she could go back in time and stay there forever in front of that giant fish tank. They had watched the fish swim around for hours, holding hands, whispering secrets to each other, sneaking a kiss or two in the low-lit room.
She was sobbing now, as she pulled out the promise ring he had gotten her just days before the accident. She had been afraid to wear it, worried that Timber would see it and know that they had been sneaking around her back. Now she wished she had worn it, let him know she had loved him. She hugged the ring to her chest just as her door whipped open, and Timber entered the room.
Astrid whipped her head around just in time to see Timber’s eyes go from concern, to confusion as her sister looked down at the box of evidence of Astrid and Bryson’s betrayal. The confusion turned to anger as she turned on a heel and stormed out of Astrid’s room.
“Wait, Timber!” Astrid stood up and started to follow her sister, but the damage was done.
There wasn’t anything she could say that would make the hurt of the secret any less painful.
Are we too damaged now to possibly connect?
To honestly connect?
A lot of time's been wasted putting off doing the work. If we both step up to own it then I'll take what's coming first.
friend of a friend, I knew you when Our common goal was waiting for the
world to end◄◆►
Now that the truthis just a rulethat you can bend You crack the whip,shape-shift andtrick the past again
Name: Gavin Hunter Thorpe Birthday: July 25 Age: 18 Grade: Senior Orientation: Straight but people assume he's gay Status: Single Playby: Nick Bateman
◄◆I'll send you my love on a wire◆►
◆►Lift you up, every time, everyone,◄◆ ◄◆oOoOoh, pulls away, oOoOoh ◆►
◄◆►From yoOoOoOoOouuuuuu
History UC
“Gavin! Get in here.”
Gavin stood up from his desk outside his father’s office and stepped through the double doors. “Yeah dad?” he asked, standing at the front of the desk. He knew better than to take a seat, he had often been scolded for doing so. He pushed his glasses up on his face, wondering what his dad had called him into the office for.
“Gavin, did you finish those files I sent you?” His father leaned onto the desk, looking up at him as if he was the one towering over Gavin, not the other way around.
Gavin swallowed the lump in his throat, “Yes. All finished.
Got balls of steel,got an automobile,for a minimum wage Got real estate,I'm buying it all upin outer space
Now that the truth is just a rulethat you can bend You crack the whip,shape-shift and trickthe past again
Name: Maxon Liam Tate Birthday: December 7 Age: 18 Grade: Senior Orientation: Straight Status: Taken Playby: Cody Christian
Everything we made
eroded away.
I promised a game,
it's a shame you've been
tamed.
The crowd was roaring as the race had come to an end, Maxon being at the front of it. Despite crossing the finish line already, his blood was pumping and he was full of energy. He pulled up to the winners circle and was immediately met by reporters. He knew they weren’t big named reporters with any major news company, but it would be good practice for the future when he actually won major races.
“We have the winner of this years Junior BMX ride, Maxon Tate. Tell me Maxon, how does it feel to win?” She asked, holding out a recorder to him.
Maxon gave her the sly smile that made a lot girls and women melt and by the sight of how the reporter smiled back at him, he knew she’d fallen under its spell.
“I feel amazing and proud. I wouldn’t be here without my team though.” He knew he always had to mention his team even if they didn’t do anything besides make sure his bike worked. The way he saw it, he did all the hard work in front of the camera while they did it behind the camera. He was still more important.
“Are you planning to make this a career in the future?” She was young for a reporter, probably her first or second gig and he could tell by the way she kept shifting her weight she was trying to figure out the best position to make herself look good for him.
“Yes, I’d love to do this for a living. It’s my passion and I can’t see myself doing anything else.” He wondered if she’d give him his number if he asked. He ran a hand through his hair, making his smile larger for her.
She smiled in return and he knew he had her hooked. “Congratulations on your win again and we can’t wait to see you in the big leagues.” She turned off her recorder and Maxon turned to the other reporters before turning back to her.
“Would it be rude to ask for your number?” He asked, smirking as he looked towards the podium where the second and third place winners were waiting for him.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’re in high school.” He knew she was just saying that, but the way she tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear and the look she had in her eyes meant she was debating it.
He shrugged his shoulders, "Let me know if you change your mind.” He winked and headed for the podium. He figured if she was interested, she’d be waiting for everyone to leave.
There was a mild celebration at Maxon’s tent after the podium ceremony and sure enough, the little reporter stopped by.
“Care for a drink?” Maxon asked her, holding up the bottled water company that sponsored him.
She took the bottle but didn’t open it. “My name is Allison by the way. Allie for short.” She held out her hand to him and when he grabbed it, he felt a piece of paper.
“Nice to meet you. Look forward to working with you again.” He knew the paper was her phone number. He stuck his hand in his pocket and watched her walk away, feeling pretty good about himself.
Name: Emmett Charles Tate, don't you forget it. Birthday: The day I was born, duh. (May 4) Age: 18 Grade: Junior Orientation: That's like, in the big building with the shark on it right? (Straight) Status: He's feeling great! (Single) Playby: Pietro Boselli
Who's there for you when you are sad and down?
Idiot friends
Who picks you up and smacks you all around?
Idiot friends
“Mom! When is Emmett going back to his own home?” Maxon stormed into the kitchen, covered in dirt from head to toe. He stepped right up to his mom who was washing vegetables for dinner.
“Maxon, you know this is his home now. He’s. It going anywhere.” His mother informed him as she dropped the carrot she’d washed into the water and turned to him. “He doesn’t have anywhere else to go. What happened?” She figured they were playing a game and Emmett didn’t get the rules, but there’s always a chance Maxon was over reacting.
“He’s stupid, I don’t want to play with him anymore,” Maxon pouted, his words were muffled as his mother washed some of the dirt off his face with a washcloth.
Maxon’s mother cupped his face, “He's family, whether you don’t like him or not. He didn’t come from a good situation,” she explained though Maxon didn’t understand since he couldn’t fathom how horrible life could be for someone as stupid as Emmett. “We love and care for him no matter what, alright.” She stated as she went back to cooking, looking up to see another pair of eyes peeking around the corner at her and Maxon.
“Fine, but he’s not my friend anymore.” Maxon ran off and upstairs to his room.
“Emmett, come here.” She called to him after a few seconds had passed. Emmett stepped out from around the corner, also covered in mud, even more so than Maxon was. “What happened.”
“He doesn’t like me?” Emmett asked instead of responding to his aunt. He turned towards the stairs where Maxon had disappeared.
She sighed and took Emmett into a hug.
“He just needs to learn how to deal with the situation.” She explained, though Emmett didn’t understand what had gone wrong.
Emmett's face fell. “Am I stupid?” He asked, having heard Maxon, the only friend he had, call him that.
“No, you’re not stupid,” though she knew he’d been dropped as a baby and her sister in law had been using drugs while pregnant with him, it may have caused damage and he might be a bit slower than other children. “You’re special, just the way you’re supposed to be.” She also wiped off some dirt from his face with a washcloth, hoping he felt like he was one of her own.
“Okay,” Emmett wasn’t convinced and started to walk away. He stopped and looked over his shoulder. “One day. I’ll show him I’m not stupid.” He ran off back outside to finish playing whatever game he and Maxon had gotten upset over.
Who puts dodging you so you can save the town? Idiot friends, idiot friends, idiot friends
Who helps you pick your pants up off the ground?
Thanks buddy
◆Conceited◆ [Sheer stupidity] ◆Sweet◆
[Childish] ◆Simple minded◆ [Easily Manipulated]
◄Personality Traits
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Working out, junk food, drinking, partying, girls, the color blue, being the center of attention
Manage me I'm a mess Turn a page, I'm a book half unread
I wanna be laughed at, laughed with, just because
Name: Lucas Bran Reede
Birthday: Jan 30
Age: 16 Grade: Sophomore Orientation: Straight
Status: Single Playby: Logan Lerman
I wanna feel weightless and that should be enough
But I'm stuck in this fucking rut Waiting on a second hand pick me up
"Alright Lucas, this part of the test is easy. Just head in with the other kids and play."
Lucas looked up at the man in a white lab coat and frowned, he didn't understand how playing with other kids would be part of a test, but he turned towards Eddy. "Dude, lets go! There's got to be awesome toys in there. Just look at this place." His imaginary friend Eddy had already taken a few steps into the room.
"Okay!" Lucas followed after Eddy. He talked to a few of the kids in the room, but it wasn't long before the doctor started noting the other kids were avoiding Lucas and even looking at him strangely. They would often look from Lucas to the empty space next to him where the doctor knew Lucas saw his imaginary friend Eddy, but no one else could see this friend of Lucas's.
"Why wont the other kids play with him?" Megan, Lucas's mother, asked as she watched with her husband, Joh, through a two way mirror. She knew the answer, but she wanted to hear a professional tell her. She didn't want to believe that there was something wrong with her perfect boy Lucas, but she knew there was something. The doctor in the white lab coat scribbled down some notes before turning to her, looking beyond his thick rimmed glasses.
"His imagination is beyond those of the other kids. While most children lose their imaginary friends after this age, he seems to have kept his, and seems to think he's real." he turned to watch as Lucas stared off into space, doing what most people seemed was normal daydreaming. The doctor wrote some notes down as Lucas didn't seemed moved even when a ball thrown by one of the other kids came flying by him.
"He does this sometimes, but he'll go days without responding to us. He wont eat, or sleep." Megan chocked up as the tears started to fill her eyes. She wrung her hands together in worry. "I worry he wont get enough food and grow up normal and strong." She shook her head as John placed his hands on her shoulders in comfort.
"I believe he's got something called Maladaptive daydreaming. Basically his imagination is on overdrive. It takes over and makes him believe he's in the real world, when he's just in a world he created." The three of them turned back to watch Lucas who was now speaking, but none of the other kids were around; he was talking to no one, but they had a suspicion that he was talking with Eddy.
And I'm over getting older
Maybe it's not my weekend but it's gonna be my year And I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere
And this is my reaction to everything I fear 'Cause I've been going crazy I don't want to waste another minute here
I make believe that I impress
◆Straightforward◆ [Caring] ◆Restless◆
[Oblivious] ◆Lacks confidence◆ [Shy]
◄Personality Traits
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Eddy, comic books, bees, exploring, music, video games, Snow Globes, rain, swimming, Halloween, Spooky things
Eddy, crowds, homework, cleaning, green bell peppers,
Name: Kaleb Edward Hoffman Birthday: May 7 Age: 17 Grade: Junior Orientation: Straight Status: Single Playby: Devin Paisley
We are brilliant
We are unique
We forget so effortlessly And when your questioning your worth
Got a secret? Can you keep it? Swear, this one you'll save . Better lock it, in your pocket Takin' this one to the grave
The house was quiet, save for the sounds of a young Finley’s breathing coming through the monitor. Kaleb sat in front of the little T.V. set they had in their two-bedroom apartment that he shared with his mother and sister and stared at the box of VHS tapes before him. His mom was working, and his grandmother was supposed to watch the two of them, but she was snoozing on the couch. He figured this would be the best time for his ten-year-old self to watch whatever was on these home movies that he had found under his moms’ bed when he’d been playing hide and seek with Finley.
He eyed his grandmother as he changed the channel to be able to play the tapes and popped on in, making sure the sound was just low enough for grandma not to hear, but he would be able to.
The first image that popped up was of a birthday, someone turning one. At first, Kaleb thought it was of Finley’s first birthday since the room was decorated with pinks, yellows, and purples, but he frowned when his mom, who looked much younger in the video than she did now, started singing Happy Birthday, but didn’t say Finley’s name. She said, Holiday.
“Holiday?” he asked himself quietly as he frowned, staring at the baby who was sitting in the highchair. He didn’t remember having another sister and if the date was right in the upper right corner, she was older. He continued to watch the video, as the party went on and then faded to black before another scene unfolded. One where his mother was in the hospital, holding a baby.
“We’ll call him Kaleb.” His mom said as she stroked what he assumed was himself. The camera panned over to a man holding another baby, guessing that was his father, the one his mother never liked to talk about. The baby in his arms must be this Holiday that was in the other video.
“I have an older sister?” He asked himself quietly just as the front door opened and his mom walked in. He scrambled to change the channel and hide the tapes, but it was too late; his mother already saw what he had been doing.
“Kaleb, we need to talk.” Was all she said as she closed the door behind her.
Ten minutes later, after grandma had been woken up and taken home to the apartment next door, Kaleb found himself sitting at the kitchen table with the box of tapes sitting on top of it. His mother sat down with a sigh, rubbing her forehead. He lowered down in his seat, knowing she probably had a long day a work and now he had just made it worse.
“Kaleb, darling. You do have an older sister.” He sat up as she started talking about what he’d seen on the video instead of getting angry with him. “When your father and I split, we decided she should stay with him.”Her bottom lip was trembling, and a tear slid down her cheek. She turned to him and he could see the pain in her eyes.
“I want you to promise, to never speak of this again,” She gave him the look that a mother gives when she means business. “You have one sibling, and that’s Finley. Do you understand?”
Kaleb slowly nodded his head, knowing that if his mother asked him to do something, he better do it. He wanted to know why she didn’t want to talk about it, why she had kept it a secret for so long, but he assumed it was because it caused a lot of pain for her to remember.
“Now, go on to bed, and I’ll see you in the morning.” She stood and walked around to him, cupping his face and placing a kiss on his forward like the gentle loving mother she was.
Kaleb did as he was told and slipped into the bedroom he shared with his sister. He watched her breathing for a second, wishing he had stayed in bed instead of watching what was on those tapes. Now he had a secret he could never talk about, and he had a million questions he wanted answers to.
He wondered if he’d ever have them answered, or if he was meant to have them swirling in his mind forever.
We get a little bit lost
Like ships at sea
We don't remember
Right where we're supposed to be
And when you're questioning your worth From the way that we all do
Name: Finley Rae Hoffman Birthday: March 6 Age: 16 Grade: Sophomore Orientation: Bisexual? Status: Single Playby: Anna Von Klinski
A singer in a smoky room
The smell of wine and cheap perfume
For a smile, they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on
Naive dreams become like broken crayons we cry over them a little and yet we continue to paint with those broken pieces
“Kaleb, where is your sister?”
Kaleb was just about to open his mouth to tell his mom she was with friends, even though he knew she who she was with was someone who she wouldn’t like, when Finley herself burst through the door crying. Finley walked past kitchen and upstairs to her bedroom and plopped down on the bed, crying into the pillow. ‘How could they do this to me?’ she thought as she let out a loud sob as she heard the door to her room open a crack and a quiet knock came. “Finley, what happened?” Her mother didn’t wait to ask if it was okay to come in and stepped in to sit on the bed next to her. She felt her mothers hand begin to rub her back like she always did when she was crying over something.
Finley tried to stop crying, but it was hard. After ten minutes of chest racking sobs the tears slowed to a trickle and she was able to sit up and hug her mom. “Mom, why are boys so mean.” She asked, though she knew it was because she had fallen for Dylan, the school’s hottest bad boy. He constantly told her he loved her, but she often found him telling other girls something similar, and today, he caught him kissing her best friend; Mary.
Finley’s mom smiled and hugged her close. “Honey, I love you and I hate to see you hurt,” this was the same line she’d heard a hundred times already after being hurt by Dylan, and then taking him back whenever he claimed he was sorry and that he would change. “But you know Dylan, how many times has he done this already?”
“Too many times,” Finley admitted, knowing she had let Dylan walk all over her. “But now, Mary, she’s… she’s…” She couldn’t get the sentence out before she started crying all over again. She didn’t understand how her best friend could betray her like this. One minute they were sharing secrets together, telling each other who they crushed on, and the next thing Finley knew, Mary and Dylan were making out. This made her wonder what else they’d done together, and who else Dylan had been kissing behind her back.
Her mom stood up and sighed, “I was going to surprise you and your brother later this week, but I think it’ll be better to tell you two now. Wash up and come to the kitchen when you’re ready.” Her mother walked out and left her alone. Finley washed her face, trying to get her puffy red eyes to calm down before heading downstairs; it was, for the most part, a failed attempt, but they were less red, and her face did feel less puffy.
“Alright mom, what’s the news?” She asked once she pulled put a chair and took a seat, Kaleb sitting in the seat next to her, waiting for her mom to finish cleaning the dishes.
“Well, the school I told you two about, Tidewater?” She started out, and Finley remembered looking over the brochures and loving the place, but back then she didn’t want to leave Dylan or Mary. “And I just got a call that they have accepted both of you!” she smiled brightly and clapped her hands.
Kaleb was excited, as always, they had a fantastic football team and he had big dreams of using it to go to college. Finley didn’t show enthusiasm at first, thinking of course of Dylan and Mary again, but all she could picture was them kissing behind the school gym where she’d caught them. Now, she smiled. “That’s great mom, when do we start?”
She was suddenly optimistic and excited to start a new journey and leave her old life, Dylan and Mary included, behind.
Workin' hard to get my fill
Everybody wants a thrill
Payin' anything to roll the dice just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some are born to sing the blues
◆Naïve◆ [Happy Go Lucky] ◆Extroverted◆ [Impulsive] ◆Hopeless Romantic◆ [Doormat]
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Shopping, love, cold weather, tattoos, sunshine, seashells, the beach, jewelry, fireworks, astronomy
Bullies, bugs and spiders, pranks or hazing, ketchup, rain,
High ho, high ho, it's off to work we go Making drugs and collecting what people owe All in a drug dealers day you know
'This school is a gold mine.' Gus thought as he shut the door to his car and headed for the main office building. All his previous history and credentials in his hands, hoping this job interview would be a success and he'd be able to not just teach, but sell. 'These students are easy targets. Rich and troubled.' he spotted several cars that cost way more than his little Camry, and several students standing about that wore things like Gucci or Chanel. He smiled at the prospect and opened the door for a fellow teacher who was just leaving the office. he couldn't help noting how hot she looked and immediately put the charm on her.
"Good morning, I'm here for an interview. Is this the right building?" he kept eye contact, his smile was a mixture of a smolder and a smirk. He already knew it was the right building, but acting a little stupid to maybe get in her pants was something he was okay with.
The teacher returned a smile of her own and he noticed a slight color to her cheeks.
'Bingo'
"Yeah, um, this is the office. Just head straight inside and speak with one of them." She turned and pointed to the receptionist desk. "Oh, my name is Blair by the way." She held out her hand for him and he shook it; not too firm that it would hurt her, but firm enough to leave a little pressure and when he let go, she'd feel like something was missing.
"Gus, it's very nice to meet you." He noted how she immediately took her hand back and rubbed it, just like he was hoping she would.
'Easy target'
"Thank you for your help, I hope I will see you again." he watched her cheeks flush a little darker before she mumbled the same and he made his way to the reception desk to check in.
It wasn't long before he was sitting before the Vice Principal, since the Principal was out of town for a convention or some shit. He didn't care, it might be easy to convince the Vice Principal to hire him, or it might be worst. The V.P was looking over his credentials, seeming to double check a few things and even writing other things down before he started asking questions.
"Impressive. You started out in a school with low grades in math and you seemed to have raise their scores dramatically in a year." Gus smiled and nodded his head. He wasn't going to mention how he actually got the students to even pass one class, which was to help them cheat. He needed to look amazing on paper to into a school like Tidewater.
"Alright Mr. Peterson." He put his hands together as he got ready to ask questions he was sure he had asked before. " Why do you want to teach here?" Gus hid the smirk of his behind a face that appeared to be thinking.
'Because rich troubled kids will buy drugs; my drugs.'
"Honestly, I want to challenge myself along with challenging my students. I want to be able to help grow young minds and help them achieve the future they desire." he leaned back slightly in his chair to appear more at ease, but still a bit serious. "And the pay increase isn't bad either." The VP Chuckled along with Gus, which he took as a good sign.
"Do you know how long you plan to stay with us?" Normally Gus would say two to three years to avoid detection, but he was greedy and would want this gold mine for more than three years. He could easily envision at least ten before he decided to retire, and still supple the students with his product as long as he could.
"I see myself being a permanent here. Becoming that old math teacher that all the students love and admire." he had said the lie to so many interviewers it was starting to become true in his mind, though he knew in the back of his mind it wasn't.
"You've left several schools before after only a couple of years. Care to explain?" Gus was ready for this question. He rehearsed his answer a hundred times.
"They weren't good fits to be honest. A lot of the teachers there started to despise my easy ability to get along with students and get their grades up without too much trouble." he shrugged his shoulders to act like it didn't bother him anymore. The lie was partially true; students easily trusted him and most girls fell for his devilish good looks. No one actually showed animosity towards him for it, however, but it could easily be fabricated.
They both sat there for a few seconds as they sized each other up.
"Well Mr. Peterson, I think I have everything I need," he paused and started gathering all of Gus's paperwork before standing up. "I'd like to welcome you aboard, when can you start?" he held his hand out to Gus, which of course Gus took and gave a good firm handshake. He felt like he'd been signed over the deed to a gold mine that he planned to mine for years and years to come. Images of money piling up in his savings was all he could see.
"I'm really excited to get started, and I can started tomorrow." Gus was already making plans on how to start selling his product, he'd only need to scout one or two students that could help deliver the goods a little easier.
Gold mines were rare these days, and Gus felt like he just hit the jackpot.
Maybe there's a way out of the cage where you live
Scarlet walked into her house a little later than she usually did. She was all smiles after the quick rendezvous with Nick after her classes.
“Scarlet, what’s got you all smiles?” Her mother raised an eyebrow, but the turn of her lips meant she figured a boy was involved.
Scarlet felt a chill run down her spine, she knew her parents wouldn’t approve of an older man, but she forced the smile to stay on her face as she hung up her backpack. “Nothing mom, I’m just super excited to see Elyna.” She hadn’t seen her cousin since the party incident where the house had burned down. She was excited to see her best friend and tell her everything about Nick.
“Hmm, well then it’s a good thing she’s already setting up in your room.” Her mother chuckled and Scarlet knew she that she was lying. But if her mother didn’t ask, she wasn’t going to say anything.
At the mention of Elyna already being here she squealed and rushed upstairs to her room where she found Elyna had set up on an air mattress with all her things scattered around. She herself was sprawled out on the mattress with her earbuds in listening to something. Scarlet could hear the music but couldn’t make it out clearly.
Scarlet smirked before jumping in the air, planning to land on the mattress to jolt her cousin. “Bombs away!” She called out a warning before landing on the mattress. Elyna went in the air a few inches before landing, staring at Scarlet who was laughing away. At first she didn’t move, but it wasn’t long before they hugging and laughing and suddenly it was like old times before Elyna was shipped off.
“So, got any juicy gossip for me?” Elyna laid back down on her bed with her hands under her chin as she waited for something good.
Scarlet sat up a bit straighter and looked towards her door. It was closed and she didn’t hear anyone in the hallway outside.
“Oh, it’s gotta be super juicy if you’re checking for eavesdropping,” Elyna sat up a little more “tell me!” She begged her cousin.
“Okay calm down, you have to swear you won’t tell a soul though,” Scarlet held up her pinky for a pinky square and Elyna complied. She checked the door one more time before turning back to Elyna with the biggest smile on her face. “I’m dating someone.” She felt her cheeks flush with heat and knew she was turning red.
“Oh my gawd, Scarlet. Who is he?” Elyna asked but before scarlet could spill the beans, Elyna stopped her “wait, let me guess. Charlie?”Scarlet shook her head, knowing Elyna would never be able to guess. “Jacob?” Elyna tilted her head and scarlet once again shook her head.
“He doesn’t go to our school.” It wasn’t a lie exactly, but it wasn’t the full truth since he wasn’t a student.
“Oh? An outside boy. Exciting.” Elyna continued to guess a few names of their old friends who didn’t attend their school. Scarlet had to even stop her.
“He’s not a high schooler. His name is Nick and he works at the college.” She blurted out, though it felt good to finally tell someone about her little secret.
Scarlet expected Elyna to be excited, tell her she was so cool and mature, and getting out of her comfort zone. But Elyna’s face said otherwise.
“Scar, you’re kidding right?” Elyna asked, though Scarlet just stared at her with confusion.
“No. He teaches there.” She said quietly, wondering why Elyna wasn’t ecstatic for her.
Elyna stared at her, her lips a thin line of worry. “He’s taking advantage of you Scar. You’re so sweet and you don’t see the bad in anyone.”
Scarlet felt a sudden chill went through her, she didn’t feel like Nick was taking advantage of her. He was sweet, and gentle, and they had so much in common. But scarlet wondered if he was and she was falling for someone who just wanted to use her.
“Scar, come to Tidewater with me. He doesn’t have to know where you went and this will all disappear.” Elyna smiled a soft smile and heard Scarlet’s mother call for dinner downstairs. Elyna moved to head down, leaving Scarlet to mull things over.
Something didn’t sit right with her, but she wasn’t sure if it was Nick possibly taking advantage of her or Elyna convincing her to leave the man she loved.
“Mom!” She called out suddenly, shooting up from where Elyna had left her. “I want to go to Tidewater too.” She said as she rushed down the stairs to join her family.
⋆★☆Maybe one of these days you can let the light in☆★⋆
I know that we are upside down So hold your tongue and hear me out
I know that we were made to break so what?
I don't mind
Name: Lance William Wood Nick Name: Woody Birthday: December 10 Age: 16 Grade: Sophomore Orientation: Straight Status: Single Playby: Andrea Denver
You kill the lights, I'll draw the blinds
Don't dull the sparkle in your eyes
I know that we were made to break so what?
I don't mind
Are you gonna stay the night
Doesn't mean we're bound for life
So oh oh oh, are you gonna stay the night
Two halves of something make a whole I lost one half when she took her life and the other half I'll never know
“Lance dear, don’t forget to take your medication.”
Lance’s grandmother had called from her own bedroom down the hall to his, but Lance didn’t want to keep taking the medication. Sure, they helped with his nightmares, but he felt cold, numb, and had no passion for anything. He stared at the orange vial the medication he was prescribed by his therapist when no other options had worked for his nightmares and debated on dumping them all out.
“Thanks Grandma, I’m taking it now.” He called out to let her know as he held the little white pill in his hand.
He hadn’t had the nightmare since starting the medication, bits and pieces tried to enter his mind while he slept, but it usually dissipated into nothing but darkness, and he didn’t dream of anything. He closed his eyes as he tried to remember the nightmare; a bathtub, overflowing with a water that seemed to be colored red, as if someone dropped red food coloring into it. He’d look inside the bathtub and see a woman, floating in the water, not moving at all and when he saw the woman’s dead face, he’d wake up screaming.
Lance put the little white pill back in it’s vial and poked his head out his door. “Grandma? Can we talk?”
Five minutes later, he and his grandmother were sitting at the little white table in the kitchen of her small home. The table was covered with pictures, some of them just Lance, some of them together, and some of them had captured his mom, smiling face and all.
“What happened to her.” Lance asked, holding up a faded Polaroid of his mom hugging him. They were both laughing and smiling, and he didn’t understand why she wasn’t here now. Had she run off and left him behind? He didn't receive any letters or presents from her, so she must not care about him
His grandmother smiled. “Look at how handsome you are here.” She tried to avoid the question, picking up another picture of Lance at age eight wearing a tux for his cousins wedding. He remembered that day, he was so proud to have been picked for ring bearer. He had practiced for days and on the faithful day, he tripped. Thank goodness the rings weren't really on the pillow, but he felt ashamed he had screwed up. At the end of the day though, everyone complimented on how handsome he looked instead of how he failed.
Lance beamed, knowing he was a pretty handsome dude. It wasn’t hard for him to get girls to talk to him at all, or even make out a little. He at first didn’t realize what his grandmother had done, as she picked up another photo of his mom.
“Why won’t you tell me?” he was practically begging now.
She sighed, sounding defeated “Your mother appears happy in all these pictures, but there was a darkness inside her she couldn’t defeat.” She went on to explain that his father had left him before he was born, she didn’t even know who his father was. “Your mother couldn’t handle the abandonment.” her hands were trembling now as she reached for the tissues to dab at the tears forming in her eyes.
Lance reached out and grabbed them for her, squeezing her arm to know he was there for her. He had learned to wait, his grandmother always provided if he waited.
“The nightmares you had, it really happened,” The news stunned Lance a bit, thinking his nightmares was just the result of his mother leaving. “You found her in the tub when you were five.” The tears were flowing now, down his grandmother’s cheek and splattering onto the pictures.
Lance ran a hand through his hair and sat back, it was a lot to take in all at once. He barely knew half of who he was, and according to his grandmother, he may never know the other half.
I am fire gasoline,
Come pour yourself all over me
We'll let this place go down in flames only one more time
◆Charming◆ [Pompous] ◆Patient◆
[Sociable] ◆Extroverted◆ [man whore]
◄Personality Traits
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Hot girls, partying, dancing, alcohol, working out, art, sunny weather, being shirtless, sex
School, homework, deadlines, lying to Carly, deep water, pools, the ocean, riddles, word problems
Status:Taken Current Hair color: Blueish Current Piercings: Nose (septum), ear lobes (3), cartilage (2 on the left, 1 on the right), Tongue ring (1), Nipples (2) Playby: Leda Muir
You may say that
I’m a freak-show
(I don’t care)
But hey,
give me just a little time
I bet you’re gonna change your mind
"Alright, James has his graduation in two hours, and then we'll be going to the congrats party. Tomorrow is Timothy's engagement party and we'll need to stay a few days." Winnie's mom rattled off the schedule she and her husband had for the upcoming weekend.
Winnie stood in the doorway, holding up her book report, she was real proud of it, and had wanted to show to her parents. Her father brushed past her as he walked into the hallway.
"Dad, look. I got a perfect score!" Winnie tried to show her father, but he just looked down, patted her head, and continued down the hallway. She turned back to her mother as she continued to look through her PDA. Winnie walked over and stood next to her, holding the book report where she knew her mother could see the perfect score.
"Mom, look," She said, waiting for her mother to look up for one second to see what she had done. She was sure her mother would tell her she did a great job and praise her like she did her older brothers. But her mom just held up a finger, telling her she'd look in one second. "But mom, you're about to leave."She begged, wanting her to just look real quick.
"Honey, I'm a little busy. Maybe later." her mother stood up and walked away, leaving Winnie to stare down at her perfect score and wondering if she should have tried harder. She walked out of her parents room while they discussed what they needed to do before leaving and made her way back to her room.
She looked around, she had everything she wanted; toys, books, movies, a computer. Despite all that, she felt very alone. The one place that she was accepted and praised, was online. She had made friends there that said she was smart and amazing; if only she could get that from her own parents. She slipped on the headphones as she started up her computer, wondering if anyone was on when her parents walked in, said a quick goodbye, and then left her with her babysitter, who was just the seventy-five year old neighbor who fell asleep within minutes, which left Winnie to her own devices.
All of the dirtyou’ve been throwin’ my way
It ain’t so hard to take,
that’s right
‘Cause I know one day you’ll be
screamin’ my name
And I’ll just look away,
that’s right
◆Perfectionist◆ [Cautious] ◆Perceptive◆
[Sarcastic] ◆Hard Working◆ [Shy]
◄Personality Traits
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Comic books, Star Wars, Dr. Who, piercings, tattoos, video games, puzzles, coffee, fossils, postcards, movies
Hallmark Movies, awkward silences, group projects,
Strike for love and strike for fear. See the beauty, sharp and sheer
"Hey Shannon, I heard a neat little rumor about you?"
Shannon had heard the click clack of the cheap knock-off version of a Steve Madden miles before it reached her in the hallway. She smirked, knowing the heels and the voice could only belong to one person; Stephanie, the girl who was trying to steal her Ice Queen throne. She slowly turned to Stephanie, a raised eyebrow as she very obviously looked the girl up and down.
"Oh yeah? Did you overhear this rumor as you dug through the goodwill trash in search of your next outfit?"
A few of the kids had 'Ooohed and a few called out 'Burn!' as Shannon waited patiently for Stephanie to reply, though the girl was obviously offended by her comment. It wasn't like her clothes actually came from the garbage, but they most certainly didn't come from a Gucci store. Shannon had heard several different rumors about her, it was bound to happen with her being popular, a party girl, and the ice queen.
"Don't even start with me." Stephanie finally said as the crowd of students started to gather around.
Of course they wanted to see a fight, it had been a dull month since Shannon was trying to stay on her best behavior, which just meant not getting in trouble at school for fighting. Her mother had threatened to send her off to boarding school if she kept up the antics.
"Please girl, trust me when I say with the outfits even goodwill didn't want, no one wants to start anything with you." She laughed and shook her head, turning to her friend, going back to the conversation they were having before they were interrupted.
"Your father isn't on business leave for two years in Japan, I heard he dumped you and your mom because he doesn't love you." Stephanie said lout enough for the whole hallway to hear.
It went quiet as Stephanie crossed her arms over her chest and stood, waiting for Shannon to respond. She was sure Stephanie was waiting for her to crack. To cry about how right she was and how she had lied to everyone and how a fake shouldn't be the most popular girl; but Shannon knew better. She knew no one cared if you were real or not, they cared about who had power, status, took charge; and Stephanie had none of that.
"Aw, did you get your informant from the clearance aisle? Because it's lacking in the right price." Shannon rolled her eyes and acted like didn't bother her. She knew her father left because he didn't love her mom, and she knew he didn't call or come visit, and just sent birthday cards two weeks later with money was because he didn't care for her. She tried to let it bother her that he was off making a new family, one that didn't involve her.
Stephanie rolled her own eyes and shook her head. "I mean, if it's true, that would explain why you're such a bitch," She started out, which Shannon found lame to use the word bitch as an insult, please use something with a little more F rating. "And probably why you chase after old men, why you robbing the grave? Afraid you'll be too old for high schoolers?" She laughed and a few people laughed along with her.
Shannon turned to Stephanie and without a second thought, punched her in the face. She started to walk off, knowing a snitch probably told a teacher, but she realized she wouldn’t be coming back to this school now since her mom threatened to ship her off. She turned to Stephanie who was rolling around in the ground holding her nose. “Oh, can you take a message to your dad? Let him know, he isn’t the best I’ve had.” She threw her head back and laughed as she left the girl on the floor bleeding and wondering if she actually slept with her dad.