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✈ Skylar Andy Hoffpauer-Astin

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He who writes my footsteps
Wendla Bergmann

I play the part of
He.

Today I am
Eighteen, thank you very much.

I've gone through so much school
Twelfth grade, finally.

I go for the
Young men, though he's been spied taking a girl once or twice.

This is me
A product of his perfect-looking yet dysfunctional family, Skylar Andy Hoffpauer-Astin isn't one to stir up much trouble- at home, anyway. At school he is the eternally smirking one with his back leaned up against the wall, chewing gum silently and watching the scene unfold. And in his opinion, the scene was better from the sidelines. He's talked about, but not fought about, and he's not half as radical as the words pass about.

Never the sterotypical gay boy, he tries to keep his effeminate side deep, deep inside him. He'd rather not be the sterotype like the rest of his family, again a result of the picture-perfect world he grew up in. Manipulative like his father, but beautiful on the outside, like his mother, and probably most of all, perceptive like his sister. Skylar cares about people, but usually only if they can serve him some purpose. Or serve him some real food at lunch.

Grades matter, as does getting into a good university, but they can take a backseat tour where the whole school is concerned. Skylar usually likes to finish his advanced-course classwork before play, and pretty much always ends up done before the lesson is even over. He's not so much a nerd as carelessly dedicated.

Careless is a good way to describe him, and it's generally how most people do. He's reckless in a careful way, if that could ever make sense in one person. If that idea was manifested in a figure, that figure would be Skylar. Not one to spit out detailed analogies, a choice swear word would probably do the trick in any conversation, in his opinion.

Skylar likes to be the dominant one in a relationship, and therefore some people tend to find him creepy and lecherous, especially the freshman children. A common rumour that never really seems to die down is that he pays girls to let him touch them- which is kicked down and laughed at. Everybody knows that Skylar's gay. Right?

I grew up
Sterotypical would be the one best word to describe Skylar's four-member family: a mother, Remy, a father, Jonathan, and a little sister, Cordelia Moon. During his childhood he'd had a fairly stable household with the typical baby interruptions and a father who knew his way around anything-wouldn't expect any less from a politician. A foundation built on lies, thin promises and a firm hand was what his father provided their family. Grades, popularity, and status were all he really cared about from Skylar- which was good, because that was all he offered to share with his father. Not exactly the kindest soul around, Jonathan is the usual tall, broad-shouldered domineering type of man, commanding respect in public and in private.

His mother is a stereotypical politician's wife; appearances are everything to her; that being said, Skylar was given a pretty free rein to do whatever he liked as long as he looked his best doing it. Unfortunately, Remy foisted the role of the trophy child on Cordelia, the daughter eventually forced into frilly dresses and put on stage to sing the national anthem in a beauty pageant. Proud to be the mother of an eighteen-time winner of the annual Miss Junior Teen Queen pageant, she doesn't really have time for Skylar. And as much as he feels guilty for saying it, he doesn't really care.

The most loving and lovable piece of work in the house to Skylar is his sister Cordelia. At age eleven and three-quarters, Cordelia knows just what Skylar is up to, and is steadily inching towards the point where she'll know what her family is up to. However grudgingly, she's the Girl Scout-middle school ASB-volleyball team-Miss Teen Pageant girl that most of the other girls at her school hate. Despite this fact, Cordelia has never had serious problems, which might be why Skylar likes her so much: she's a distraction. A pleasant one, at that.

It was surprising to most, but the Hoffpauer-Astin marriage didn't end in divorce. At first look it wouldn't seem as if there was any love in the family, but it happened behind-the-scenes, unless it was for the press. Linked arms and cheek kisses abound, the family was just that- affectionate only towards the family. Any boyfriends, girlfriends, friends at all, they were all forbidden to be touched when press was around. Which, to tell the truth, wasn't often.

Skylar's gotten by on his good grades-class honour roll spiel, but it was a doomed fate he sealed himself when he realized he was homosexual. Bisexual, sometimes, but still. His father threw a hissy fit, doing everything but kicking him out and/or disinheriting him, while his mother stood aside. You could almost see the words they wanted to use written on their faces. Cordelia already knew, of course, the sticky-beak girl child she was at the time. And straight after that Skylar was shipped off to boarding school.

A couple things that tickle my fancy
✈ Shakespeare
✈ Dominance
✈ Aeroplanes
✈ Explanations
✈ Mechanical pencils
✈ Almonds
✈ Mice
✈ Speeches
✈ Boys

A couple things that should burn in hell
✈ Gospel
✈ Wednesdays
✈ Orange juice
✈ Petting zoos
✈ Desperate girls
✈ Pastels
✈ Mannequins
✈ Hyperactivity
✈ Conservative people

My favorite song is
Iris- Goo Goo Dolls

My heart beats best for
Nobody, can you imagine? Well, when you say no one you actually mean anyone.

Once I said
"My God, you can't possibly believe that. I mean, honestly, you are such a sentimentalist. This isn't a Hallmark card, though if you'd like to market the saying you owe me eighty percent."






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And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am



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