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xxx The ManWhore

FULL NAME: Isaac Jason Astley
AGE: Seveteen
GENDER: Male
BIRTHDAY: January 21st
HEIGHT: 5'11
WEIGHT: 134 lbs.
EYE COLOR: Blue
HAIR COLOR: Dirty Blonde


LIKES:
▐ : Summer
▐ : Lazy days
▐ : Baseball
▐ : Challenges
▐ : Traveling

DISLIKES:
▐ : Commitment
▐ : Arguements
▐ : Competition
▐ : Rejection
▐ : Being belittled

CRUSH: Crush? Uh, no. I don't really have those ever. Instead I have, what I like to call, "targets." They're so much easier than hoping into an actual relationship and dealing with the commitment factor. Anyway, right now I'm preying on my good friend The Queen. I know we've known each other for a while, and she's never lost her virginity, but I like a challenge from time to time. I mean, who better to lose your virginity to than someone you really trust. Am I right? Of course I would never force her...but a little persuasion never hurt anyone.

PERSONALITY: Generally I'm just a laid back kid that lets things come as they will. It's an easy exterior to keep up day after day rather than having to pretend to be popular or something else high maintenance. Although, if you pay close attention you'll see my true nature appear from time to time. You'll see the sweet boy that once was and resides deep down inside of me... this is all confidential information. Correct? The only time I step out of the safety zone is when it comes to picking up women. I've come to be naturally cheeky and get myself into more trouble with that than anything else. I guess, in a sense, that's good though, right? It's what I've striven for year after year.

BIOGRAPHY: I'm a Californian raised Coloradan. When I was four years old my parents moved us from one point to the other because they didn't like the living conditions. It was something along the lines that California was turning into some sort of Wasteland. I don't remember really, I was four. At the age of five, when I was starting my first year of school, my parents had my little sister Scout. We grew, we changed, and now we're here. Nothing too crazy has happened in life to further on the background portion of my story so lets get into the good stuff right? The thing that everyone wants to know...

Why am I such a ManWhore? Why can't I just settle down with one girl and be happy? Well, it wasn't just one giant thing that happened in my life that turned everything around. In reality it was a series of rejection that has lead me to where I am today. In middle school I was sort of pushed around by girls in general. I was always that sweet kid that got walked all over because he was just too nice. Every time I committed to a girl I was left because they had found someone better. Someone a little more "rough around the edges." My natural self never got me anywhere and I grew sick and tired of it. I idly sat back and watched for the rest of my junior high career. I came to the realization that nice guys really do finish last. Ever since high school started I began using girls for my own need and then dropping them when I was done. I found that it was easier to hook up and leave then actually committing and having them see that sweet young naive side of me.

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♪ I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʙᴀʙʏ. Yᴇᴀʜ, I ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ɢʀᴀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡɪsʜ.Yᴇᴀʜ, I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ
sʜɪɴɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ. I'ʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪs ᴋɪss. Fᴀsᴛ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴘ ᴅʀɪɴᴋs. Iᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ʀɪɢʜᴛ! ♪




The air was quite cold, frigid really, as the male layed in bed with an oversized black blanket covering him. His eyes fluttered open and wandered over to the window that was across the room. The leaves had already changed and nearly all of them fallen, signaling the closeness of winter. He stared for a moment, sort of hard, trying to decide on wether he wanted to get out of bed or not. For the last few days the comfort of his bed and the lack of desire to go off to school got the better of him. No, he wasn't depressed. No, he wasn't sick. He was just a rebel with out a cause. He had done this on and off for years but this time around it probably wasn't the best idea. This was his last year of high school and there was absolutely no room for mistake. If he even failed one class he wouldn't be able to graduate. The idea of this didn't bother him much since he had been doing this close cut grade thing for a while. After a moment of contemplation he sucked in a deep breathe, preparing him for the sudden temperature difference. "Might as well get things sorted." Immediatley he could feel the goose bumps rising on his nearly bare legs. All that laid on his body were a simple pair of boxer briefs which was an odd choice for this time of year. Most people would be cuddled up in there warmest pajamas but not Parker. He did what he wanted, how he wanted, when he wanted. Finally he was on his feet and moving around his room, from one end to the other. He sluggishly got ready, throwing on something comfortable, and then headed out for the day. Parker hopped into his old Honda Accord and drove off to school that resided a few blocks away.

As he pulled up to the building he could hear the bell going off informing him that he was late for class. He shrugged off the idea and continued on with his business as normal. Casually and at normal pace he headed to his first period class, English. As he walked in and went to his seat he didn't even get a word from his teacher. They where both use to it and by now, there was no need to call for attention or greeting. Parker left his backpack on and took a seat at an empty space in the class room. Once he finally tuned into what the teacher was saying he realized that they were being given an assignment. "You'll be writing to the Ashbury school from the next city over. You can go into this anonymous or willingly, it's up to you." At this point the teacher began to pass out papers explaining the rules and regulations. First, a mental sigh went through his head. Of course on the day that he decided to come they were being given a ridiculous assignment. The last thing he wanted to do was talk to the rich snobs at Ashbury. There had only ever been one expection to that ever and that was his girlfriend, Alexis. When they first met he had no idea she was went there and it was completely overlooked because of how well they got along. Not only that but Parker was getting a bit lonely, he needed a new play toy and she was the easiest thing he could get his hands on for the time being. "For the rest of class I want you guys to get started on your letters. They're do by tomorrow but if you finish at any point today you can come drop them by." Quickly Parker looked the paper and sat it back down infront of him. For the rest of class he went over the idea of how messed up the people were from Ashbury. Never, ever, admit or mention this to anyone but he grows very defensive over his living situation. The Morris' are dirt poor, only one income because his dad passed away when he was young, and hardly get by.

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Bʀᴇɴɴᴏɴ Aᴅᴀᴍ Pʀɪɴᴄᴇ
fоя шно cоцld ёvёя lёaяи то lоvє a вёasт

It was extremely quiet in the Prince's mansion. The only noises you could hear was the help on the first floor preparing things through out the day. Brennon laid peaceful in his bed, sleeping away, up until he heard a large uproar. Slowly his eyes opened when heard the commotion grow closer and closer to his bedroom. In moments it reached his door and he could hear his dad's voice on the otherside. He could hear the constant jingling of the door knob as he tried to furiously barge in. "Ouvrez la porte, Brennon. Maintenant que diable!" With a quick breathe Brennon rolled out of bed and turned the knob. "What? The boy was fluent in many languages: French, Italian, German, and many others but he prefered English out of all of them. He wasn't exactly sure why, maybe because his father hated it so much? Regardless, he constantly used it unless it was crucial that he didn't. The boy knew how to act, especially growing up with his dad being an important business man. "Vous êtes un désordre! Le dîner commence dans une heure et ici vous êtes à la recherche comme la peste." Instead of responding he turned around and slammed the door in his face. From there he went straight to his overly large closet and began to look through all of his clothing. No, he wasn't looking for his suit. He was planning on going with something a little more casual.

As soon as Brennon was dressed he opened his door and made his way down the large staircase. Confidently he walked through the house as if he blended in with the people around him. Here and there, there were a few looks but he ignored them. It was his house any way and on top of that this was the purpose. He wanted to dress down in order to embarrass his dad. He was just about to make it through the door when he heard his name. Just for a moment he thought about simply walking out but instead decided to stop. When he turned around his dad was steps away from being in his face but obviously refrained so he wouldn't cause a scene. In a low whisper he told him, "Vous êtes une représentation de moi et maintenant votre me faire passer pour la poubelle. Obtenez des escaliers et s'habiller. Maintenant, mon fils!" The boy gave his dad a hard look before he smiled and then told him, "Non." Brennon stepped around his dad and right out of the house. At that point he wasn't sure where he was going, he just knew he didn't want to be there. Usually he would go straight down the path and into town but today he was feeling a bit more adventerous. This time he walked into the small forest that surrounded there property. It was so iry and creepy looking at night but during the day it wasn't so bad.

ooc:
Translation:
Open the door, Brennon. Now damn it!.
You're a mess! The dinner party starts in an hour and here you are looking like swine.
You're a representation of me and right now your making me look like trash. Get up stairs and get dressed!
No.

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Ｙｏｕ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｗａｎｔ ｍｅ.
Ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ａｌｌ ｈａｒｄ ｗｏｒｋ ａｎｄ ｄｅａｄｌｉｎｅｓ.
Ｗｈｉｌｅ Ｉ'ｍ ａｌｌ ｓｎｏｗｂａｌｌｓ ａｎｄ ｆｕｎ ｔｉｍｅｓ!

The beginning of this tale takes place at a small orphange in the city of Arendelle. This particular night just so happened to be the very first day of winter and the weather had been dropping substantially in the last few days. The orphange was warm and quiet with kids all tucked into there beds slowly drifting off to sleep. Miss Robins was just about to take her own self to rest when there was a loud thud at the door. Quickly she made her way over fearing that someone outside may have gotten themselves hurt. The sound wasn't just a normal knock at the door it was unordinary to say the least. Although, when she finally did open the door, there was nothing to be seen. The woman took one last glance left then right and was just about to shut the door when she noticed something sitting on the door step. A small baby laid there in a basket wound up in a warm fleece blanket. Immediatly, when she realized that this was no mistake, she picked him up and brought him inside. Miss Robins held the small child with care and sat down with him in her arms. Once she they were both settled she began to pull away the blanket to see the infants face. A smile formed at her lips when she saw that he had soft brown eyes with hair to match. She could tell right from the start that he had a good heart which seemed ridiculous to say since he was only a baby. How could one tell so early? The older woman stroke his cheek and stopped her finger when she suddenly felt knew material. Her eyes wandered down too see that there was something stitched into the fabric, a name. There in plain sight, and the only bit of his story that she had, was his name; Jackson Overland.

Years had passed and he had done extremely well at making the orphange his home. He had even gone as far as making a few friends but one more important than the rest. Her name was Elsa and the more they were together, the more she grew to be like his little sister. They played, they fought, he protected her, everything an older brother should do. In a sense, she was the only family that he had. Jackson always he should be happy that he had someone as special as her but it was just never enough. No matter how close he was with her, and no matter how many friends he made, he always felt empty. He always felt the need to have a real family but it seemed that no one wanted him. For the last eighteen years he had been there and not a single couple had taken interest in him. This is where the real story begins, the point where he couldn't take it any longer and he finally snapped. The long nights of feeling upset grew into something bitter. He decided that these people here were nothing but a fake family made up to make them feel better. Jackson didn't know he was and he was tired of pretending. The boy assumed that maybe if he left he would have a better chance at figure it out, and so that's what he did. He left...On the night of his eighteenth birthday, the day he arrived at the orphange, he packed a small bag and left. On his way out he went to Elsa's room, stood at the door for a moment, and whispered a small "Goodbye, Elsa." Quickly he walked out the large double doors and began his journey. Little did he know though, from that point on, his life would change more than he could ever imagine. Jack headed straight to the border of Arendelle and too get out you had to cross a big ice lake. There wasn't a way around for miles! It seemed safe, the weather had been freezing for months now and so he assumed that it was thick. It was, it just hadn' managed to freeze all the way through in the middle. The newely adult felt through and couldn't find his way out. In the last moments of his life he could remember thinking of Elsa and then catching sight of the moon. As soon as the white orb filled his vision his mind went blank and he found a sudden peace as the life drifted out of him.

You probably thought he was long gone, am I right? Wrong. Something magical happened that day. Jackson Overland became Jackson Overland Frost. You heard it right, the boy was now the guardian of winter. The man in the moon found the good in his heart and gave him a second chance. Although, it came with a price. His previous life and all of his memories were gone. It was even to the extent that he didn't even look like his former self. His light brown hair lost all of it's color and turned into a pale white. His eyes went from a soft brown into an icy light blue. His skin was the nearly the color of a snowflake. He looked nothing like Jack Overland and completly like Jack Frost. The only thing that remained was his simplistic and yet perfect smile. The boy had a whole new start and maybe in a sense this was a good thing. There would be no more sorrow of feeling empty and only the joys of being able to make others happy. It was his job to make something so pure, snow!

Now we come to the time where we meet up with young Jack Frost in present time. He laid there asleep comfortably in his bed when his eyes suddenly flew open. To anyone else it would seem like he was startled awake due to the abruptness but no, he was just excited. Today was no ordinary day, today was the first day of winter! Jack had been patiently waiting for this day and the closer it grew the more mischief he would cause. A month before, he started it off with dropping the temperature day by day. It was just enough for a cold kiss of air to n** at your nose. Two weeks before, he made it snow lightly to get the ground nice and slushie. This made it capable for a blast of cool wind to transform your window in to a drawing board. Now, today was the actual day. The time of year where he could turn a day of school in to pure joy because of a snow day. At that thought Jack had jumped out of bed, slipped on his sweater, and grabbed his staff on the way out. He ran yards away from the little tiny hut he called home and then stopped in a wide open area. Quickly he raised his staff above his head and with great force he pierced it into the ground. Suddenly, you could hear a large crack, as if an ice burg was just beginning to break. Beneath him, ice began to spread directly from the base of the large stick and dispersed in all different directions. A large triumphant smile formed on his face before he began gliding towards the nearest town, Arendelle. Here, he could play good clean harmless tricks on the children. Jack quickened his pace and zoomed right to the boarder of the city. A large pond sat in his view and decided to freeze it. He formed a snow blast in his hand, took aim, and the shot it over at the calm waters. In a matter of seconds it began to harden and freeze. He assumed the final product would make him happy but instead it sent a small chill down his back. This was an odd gesture for his body to do because he was Jack Frost. No amount of cold should bother him but for some reason it did this time. Quickly the thought went away and he noticed his first victim. She was blonde, had blue eyes, and seemed old enough to not believe in him. Perfect, there would be no way of him getting caught. Jack opened up his hand, blew on it, and a snowball formed out of thin air. With out hesitation he threw the powdery substance at the girl and nailed her right in the head.

Ｙｅａｈ! Ｉ ｍｅａｎ ｗｈｏ ｂｒｉｎｇｓ ｙｏｕ ａｌｌ ｔｈｅ ｂｌｉｚｚａｒｄｓ
ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｓｎｏｗ ｄａｙｓ, ａｎｄ ｄｏ ｙｏｕ ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒ ｗｈｅｎ ｙｏｕ
ｗｅｎｔ ｆｌｙｉｎｇ ｏｎ ｔｈａｔ ｓｌｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｏｔｈｅｒ ｄａｙ?

That was you?

Ｔｈａｔ ｗａｓ ｍｅ!

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●Ⓛⓔⓣ ⓘⓣ ⓖⓞ!● ●Ⓛⓔⓣ ⓘⓣ ⓖⓞ!●
And I'll rise like the break of dawn.
●Ⓛⓔⓣ ⓘⓣ ⓖⓞ!● ●Ⓛⓔⓣ ⓘⓣ ⓖⓞ!●
That perfect girl is gone. Here I stand in the light of day.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxLet the storm rage on...
Ｔｈｅ ｃｏｌｄ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｂｏｔｈｅｒｅｄ ｍｅ ａｎｙｗａｙ.




Lies are fed to the world like a mother feeding a child their daily breakfast. The media produces false accusations, accounts, and events to cover up what truly lies beneath the murky surface. But in this case, it was the adults in charge of the orphanage who thought it was okay to keep everyone in the dark; especially Elsa. No one had told her her best friend Jack had died. No one told her that his body was never found, nor known where he went. And why would they tell her? She was only twelve years old, something like that may "traumatize the poor girl". All she knew what that he was here one day, and the next; gone. He was her guardian, for a better lack of term. He was always there for her. If some of the older boys were picking on her, or if the other girls were teasing her, Jack was always there to bring justice to the situation and save her; her knight in shining armor. Of course she could have always dealt with the kids herself, but risk being tattled on and have her "gift" exposed? They would surely kick her out as soon as it registered in their brains, and then what? But then Jack left, without even saying much of a goodbye... And she never saw him again.
Except for today.

After several years, five to be exact, Elsa stood seventeen years old. Throughout the lonely years she grew up without Jack, she became more and more isolated. Her powers were growing stronger, and it was becoming more difficult to hide them from the caretakers, especially when she was upset. Because of this, she had to wear gloves. Conceal don't feel, don't let them know, keep it hidden. This was the saying Elsa would often repeat to herself to prevent harm on anyone, no matter who it was. People would surely think she was some kind of witch/demon. But the kids didn't know any better. In fact, they found joy in the way the blonde haired girl was able to create snow from her fingertips, build twenty foot snowmen, and go ice skating when there was no snow. However, Elsa lost her control today, and she didn't know what to do, now that she was alone in the snow; wondering what to do now that the only life she knew was gone forever.

Earlier that day, Elsa had been minding her own business when some of the boys her age confronted her. "I know you did it Elsa!" Confused, the young girl lifted her bright lapis eyes."Aaron, what on earth are you talking about?" Aaron had been the main source of her harassment, even when Jack was there all those years ago protecting her.. Not anymore." You ruined my books Miss Robins gave me for school." Elsa smirked,"I didn't even know you could read, my mistake." She knew his books were ruined, but their destruction was not by her hand. One of the younger girls had tossed them into the pond nearby, because apparently Aaron had broken her doll. But Elsa wasn't about to rat out a nine year old. "Besides, I didn't do it. You're wasting your time, go interrogate the other kids." But Aaron was determined, and pissed, and instead of leaving, he quickly yanked Elsa's glove off her hands before she even had time to react. Her eyes grew wide with surprise as she sprung to her feet to retrieve them. "Aaron that's not funny! Give them back or someone might get hurt!"The male ignored her pleas, and held her gloves high, as he stood a good foot taller than her. He chuckled, "If you give me back my books, you'll get your stupid gloves back.""Give them to me NOW Aaron!" Elsa was growing more and more frustrated, and the other two boys that flanked his side found it amusing. Instead, Aaron gave them to a kid, Elliot, she recalled. He took the gloves, her gloves, and threw them far away into a snow bank. She instinctively lunged to grab them, but Aaron shoved her back."I'm not done yet.""Leave me ALONE." Elsa went to hit the boy, but instead they all fell back as ice shards flew from her fingers, grazing the boys' cheeks. They fell dumbfounded into the snow, their faces slightly bleeding from the, fortunately, bare contact where it caused no real damage, but regardless....

One of the boys screamed, which sent almost the entire orphanage running outside to see what had happened. 'Miss Robins, Elsa... She.. She's a monster! Look what she did to us!" The boys scrambled to their feet, as Elsa stood shocked. Frozen in place. Staring at the scene in front of her of what she had just inflicted. Miss Robins, pain and worry filling her once kind eyes, stepped in front of the much younger children, shielding them as if... as if Elsa would hurt them next. "M-Miss Robins, I didn't mean to, I swear-" Miss Robins held up a hand to stop her from continuing. "I think you need to leave Elsa." Elsa blinked back tears, this couldn't be happening, she worked so hard..."But it was an accident-""GO." The blonde haired girl dropped her hands to her sides, then crossed them over her chest. She looked at the younger children who once loved her, now actually held something else in their gaze; fear.

"Fine." Elsa pulled her heave cloak tighter around her body as she turned on her heel and left the orphanage. Making sure to hide her hands. Eventually, word must have gotten around pretty fast, because before she knew it she was being chased out of town by the guards. Once she hit the forest, she was able to lose the guard and was now, truly alone. Realization hit her like an emotional freight train and strained herself from crying. No. She wouldn't cry for them. They didn't care about her, so why should she? Well that was fine with Elsa, she could do whatever she wished now."You know, it's funny, how a little distance can make everything seem so small." She said with a smile to herself before walking forward, deeper into the woods where everything was covered in white sheets of snow, and water frozen in place on branches catching every speck of light to make everything shine with beauty. Amusing herself, Elsa shot up little columns of swirls of snow that turned into ginormous snow flakes, swirling like tornadoes in a beautiful winter dance.

After a while, the blonde haired girl sat down upon a fallen tree, and propped her elbow upon her knee where she rested her cheek in her hand. She was in the present now, done with reliving the events that had blown far out of proportion. She began to contemplate what she was going to do with herself. She couldn't go back into town, or any where near there for that matter. Everyone thought she was a monster... Elsa's expression fell and saddened. "Maybe they're right..Maybe I am a monster."

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O1. he doesn't really know the truth about what happened to Astrid's dad.
O2. his family's filthy rich but they don't like to flaunt it much.
O3. he has an older sister that he hasn't heard from in fourteen years.
O4. he hates how controlling his dad has always been which has caused him to start rebelling at a young age. he mostly goes against his dad's orders above all else.
O5. he wants nothing to do with his empire that his father has created. he's always told that he's suppose to take over one day but that's the last thing he wants to do. the suit and tie life just isn't his thing.

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Ａ ｗｉｓｅ ｋｉｎｇ ｏｎｃｅ ｔｏｌｄ ｍｅ,
"Ｗｅ ａｒｅ ｏｎｅ."
Ｉ ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ ｋｎｏｗ ｗｈａｔ ｔｈａｔ ｍｅａｎｔ.
Ｂｕｔ ｎｏｗ Ｉ ｄｏ.

The boy laid in his bed fast asleep in a dream that had been continous the whole night. He was happy and calm in the dream up until he heard a faint beeping. The noise grew louder and louder up until he realized that the sound was going from the outside word. Parker grew concious by the second and finally his eyes fluttered open fully. A small yarn formed from the young males mouth before he grabbed onto his phone and shut the device off. He then contemplated rolling over and catching a few more moments of sleep but decided against it. If he fell back asleep he would be out for much longer than expected due to the fact that there was no one else in the house to wake him up. His mom and dad were both at work and they didn't have a maid helping around the house.

Even though they were extremely wealthy, and had more money than they knew what to do with, they always acted like a normal family. He was thankful for what he had but he never understood why his dad didn't move them into a mansion or why they didn't have a ton of staff downstairs taking care of the little things. Overall he never questioned it and just assumed that he didn't want him to grow up to be a spoiled brat. It was working too because, unlike most kids born into wealthy families, he didn't care to much about materialistic things. Everything he wore wasn't some over priced name brand, his car wasn't foreign in the slightest, and he could have moved into a nice new house on his own but decided to stay at his parents house.
Quickly Parker rolled out of bed and walked over to his closet and pulled some clothes out for the day. Once he was dressed he pulled a hat off his dresser and threw on his head since he didn't quite feel like dealing with his hair today. He was then on his way out of the house with his keys in his pocket and his bag on his back.

Although the school was close enough to walk he always liked taking his 76' Mustang out for a drive. It wasn't in perfect condition but that's kind of why he liked it. The car was nice but not enough to draw so much attention to himself when he arrived places.
The drive was only five minutes and when he got there he cut the engine and pulled his bag from the passenger side. Parker hopped out of the car and began heading straight for his English class. He knew that as soon as he stepped onto campus the bell would ring. Diiiiing. Of course, he was right. The boy made his way through the halls smiling and saying hello to people on his way. It has been almost four years since he had made it to high school and he had made a ton of friends since. People just gravitated towards him and wanted to his friend and he didn't mind in the slightest. Really, he was use to dealing with large masses of people thanks to his dad. With all the business dinners and meetings he had learned to make nice regardless if he liked them or not.

Finally he made his way into the classroom and took a seat in the second row to the front. In a matter of minutes the teacher walked in and began the lesson.

The class had been in session for a good while now and was almost halfway through. They were just about to get started on an assignment when everything got silent all of a sudden. Parker lifted his head from the desk and then over to the front when he heard an unfamiliar voice coming from up front. His eyes caught sight of a girl with dark black hair and intense blue eyes. Already, he could tell she was trouble but he didn't mind. Maybe she would make this class interesting for once. What he was really focused on was the fact that he felt like he had seen her before. In different year of highschool did they had a class together? Did they pass by each other in the hall? No and no, due to the fact that she was new. With that thought he threw away his suspicion and assumed she just looked like someone he had seen in a crowd once.
At the end of the teacher's spiel she was instructed to sit by him and this didn't suprise him in the slightest. The entire year he had an empty seat next to so it was only a matter of time before someone filled it. When this girl, Astrid, walked over and sat she smiled at him and he returned the gesture. "Parker, no problem." The way she curved her lips he knew she wasn't just being polite. He could tell she had an ulterior motive and so he smiled a bit more. The rest of the year was going to be...interesting.

The last hour or so of class dragged on and it felt like he'd been in there forever. Parker looked up at the clock and there was only two more minutes and then it was off to the next. He sat there patiently up until he heard Astrid speak up once more. He turned his head over to her and listened to her offer. At the end of it the bell rang and she was up and out the door before he could even respond. Him, scared? The brunette male was hardly scared any more and was always up for an adventure.

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Leo
Scott
Morris
xxx♛ Simba
xxx♛ Parkers Dad
xxx♛ Fourty-Seven
xxx♛ Alex S.
xxx♛ Tan


Nayomi
Renee
Morris
xxx♚ Nala
xxx♚ Parkers Mom
xxx♚ Fourty-One
xxx♚ Angela Lindvall
xxx♚ Teal

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♥ █ off to neverland ⋮ nattyice18
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♥ █ love will thaw a frozen heart⋮ nattyice18

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♥ █ not your normal ⋮ ii_iwafflekins_ii

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♥ █ Kovu = Kiara ⋮ peche miel

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[c u p p ii e]

Bentley Jacob Hale 18 played by William Jarratt

Still got something left to prove.
It tends to keep things movin.
While everyone around me
Says my last days are looming
Overhead but what the hell
Do they think they know?
My head's above the water
While they drown in the undertow.
Let's leave no words unspoken
And save regrets for the broken.

Aaron Christopher Hale age 20 played by Wynston Shannon

It's just a game that we play
And for heavens sakes
Looking for a better way to play it!
Life is for keeping score and forever more,
Stop complaining and start changing it.
Don't talk about it,
Just be about it,
Don't ever doubt it even when your brain is clouding.
I may be crazy,
But life's amazing
And through it all even with your problems facing.
So just know its okay.


It should be a story of how he's grown from wanting a way out through suicide, growing up, and making it through on the other side. his hardships, his relationships, his new daughter are what made him stronger. the past is in the past.

When heaven seems so far away - just a few years ago he was thinking about suicide and now, even though it's not even on his mind, it's not an option.

And dreams are just a memory - his dream was to grow up with Diane and get married or that he was going to run away from the orphanage.

Without the dark the light won't show - he and Diane always have their problems but it made them stronger or that his struggles have made him stronger.

Remember that you're not alone
When you watch the world just turn away - he has his brother, Diane, and Cherise but he doesn't feel like they're fully their for him.

And break the promises it made
When love is all too hard to hold
Just take a breath and let it go - he made a promise with Diane to stay with each other forever but it was to much and they were torn away. it's time to let it go and realize it'll never work.

2 A.M., too tired to sleep - he has had a lot of sleepless nights, like now, from emotions.

When what you want's not what you need - he wanted to run away but he can't now that he has a kid.

And when these walls don't feel like home - he's never felt like he belonged at the orphanage from the very beginning.

Remember that you're not alone - he's not alone because cherise, diane, and aaron are there, but he sometimes feel's that way because of the way they treat him. no one's on his side!

The beginning's just another end - just because they have a kid doesn't mean diane and bentley can just rekindle their relationship.

It's not too late to start again - it's not to late but it's not worth the try.

When hope is all too hard to hold
Just take a breath and let it go - even when things got bad they held on to hop but the hope is to far gone to even grasp so it's time to let it go.

Whoa whoa oh, whoa whoa oh, whoa whoa oh
Just keep breathing, breathing, breathing
Whoa whoa oh, whoa whoa oh, whoa whoa oh
Just keep breathing, breathing, breathing - All he can do is just keep breathing and keep on going and never give in.

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The boy laid in his bed fast asleep in a dream that had been continous the whole night. He was happy and calm in the dream up until he heard a faint beeping. The noise grew louder and louder up until he realized that the sound was going from the outside word. Parker grew concious by the second and finally his eyes fluttered open fully. A small yarn formed from the young males mouth before he grabbed onto his phone and shut the device off. He then contemplated rolling over and catching a few more moments of sleep but decided against it. If he fell back asleep he would be out for much longer than expected due to the fact that there was no one else in the house to wake him up. His mom and dad were both at work and they didn't have a maid helping around the house.

Even though they were extremely wealthy, and had more money than they knew what to do with, they always acted like a normal family. He was thankful for what he had but he never understood why his dad didn't move them into a mansion or why they didn't have a ton of staff downstairs taking care of the little things. Overall he never questioned it and just assumed that he didn't want him to grow up to be a spoiled brat. It was working too because, unlike most kids born into wealthy families, he didn't care to much about materialistic things. Everything he wore wasn't some over priced name brand, his car wasn't foreign in the slightest, and he could have moved into a nice new house on his own but decided to stay at his parents house.
Quickly Parker rolled out of bed and walked over to his closet and pulled some clothes out for the day. Once he was dressed he pulled a hat off his dresser and threw on his head since he didn't quite feel like dealing with his hair today. He was then on his way out of the house with his keys in his pocket and his bag on his back.

Although the school was close enough to walk he always liked taking his 76' Mustang out for a drive. It wasn't in perfect condition but that's kind of why he liked it. The car was nice but not enough to draw so much attention to himself when he arrived places.
The drive was only five minutes and when he got there he cut the engine and pulled his bag from the passenger side. Parker hopped out of the car and began heading straight for his English class. He knew that as soon as he stepped onto campus the bell would ring. Diiiiing. Of course, he was right. The boy made his way through the halls smiling and saying hello to people on his way. It has been almost four years since he had made it to high school and he had made a ton of friends since. People just gravitated towards him and wanted to his friend and he didn't mind in the slightest. Really, he was use to dealing with large masses of people thanks to his dad. With all the business dinners and meetings he had learned to make nice regardless if he liked them or not.

Finally he made his way into the classroom and took a seat in the second row to the front. In a matter of minutes the teacher walked in and began the lesson.

The class had been in session for a good while now and was almost halfway through. They were just about to get started on an assignment when everything got silent all of a sudden. Parker lifted his head from the desk and then over to the front when he heard an unfamiliar voice coming from up front. His eyes caught sight of a girl with dark black hair and intense blue eyes. Already, he could tell she was trouble but he didn't mind. Maybe she would make this class interesting for once. What he was really focused on was the fact that he felt like he had seen her before. In different year of highschool did they had a class together? Did they pass by each other in the hall? No and no, due to the fact that she was new. With that thought he threw away his suspicion and assumed she just looked like someone he had seen in a crowd once.
At the end of the teacher's spiel she was instructed to sit by him and this didn't suprise him in the slightest. The entire year he had an empty seat next to so it was only a matter of time before someone filled it. When this girl, Astrid, walked over and sat she smiled at him and he returned the gesture. "Parker, no problem." The way she curved her lips he knew she wasn't just being polite. He could tell she had an ulterior motive and so he smiled a bit more. The rest of the year was going to be...interesting.

The last hour or so of class dragged on and it felt like he'd been in there forever. Parker looked up at the clock and there was only two more minutes and then it was off to the next. He sat there patiently up until he heard Astrid speak up once more. He turned his head over to her and listened to her offer. At the end of it the bell rang and she was up and out the door before he could even respond. Him, scared? The brunette male was hardly scared any more and was always up for an adventure.