Realistic or Modern Missing Nathan.

[Ms MistyEye]

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[Ms MistyEye]

Greywall Churchyard | 9th August 2016 | AM


That morning the town of Greywall was unusually quiet. Even the chirping of birds had halted as if nature itself were paying her respects. The sun beat down relentlessly, apparently oblivious to the melancholy below. People were arriving at the churchyard in groups, all heads bowed and cloaked in black. There was nothing but a quiet murmuring between them, whispers of sadness and apologies. It had been something of an open funeral, no invitations. Nathan would have wanted it that way, he wouldn't have wanted to exclude anybody. Indeed dozens of people had already turned up with dozens more on the way. His family were already there, his parents standing tall, their eyes glazed and sombre.


The coffin itself sat behind them, mounted on a table draped in a pure white cloth. The coffin was black, a glossed varnish coating its surface, making it almost reflective. The lid was firmly closed, due to the nature of his death of course. Leading up to the coffin lay a long red carpet which extended for sixty feet or so. On either side sat rows upon rows of white wooden chairs, the front row of which was reserved for those closest to Nathan. Besides the coffin stood an wooden pulpit, carved of a dark mahogany. Behind it stood Father Carroway, his head bowed with a bible clutched in his hand. Some people had already arrived, each approaching Nathan's parents and family to offer their condolences before taking their seats. It was a hard time for everyone.


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[AshleyTheNarwhal]

2nd August 2016 | Pm


Wheeze wheeze wheeze





Skylar had a rough time getting up stairs, well doing anything really. She walked into her room still feeling a bit weak. She was in her pajamas, a pair of yoga pants with a mint wiastband and a black wife beater with a trippy alien on it. She sat down on her bed and sighed, she felt like she was just waiting to die. Waiting for her heart to decide to give out at any moment. She was supposedly near the top of this donors list, she would just have to make it until they found someone had a heart that compatible then boom, healthy and happy again. She felt light headed





Fuck





She muttered softly. She looked over to the beeper on her nightstand, she had to wait for that to go off in order to live, how funny was that? Skylar thought about running, it had been so long since she was able to just go jogging, her eyes teared up a little. Though she is usually optimistic her disease was getting to her that night. She sat back on her bed and opened her laptop browsed the internet for awhile, then watched a couple episodes of Workaholics. Anything to get her mind off of things. Her eyes started getting really heavy. She reached over and grabbed her beeper Come on you stupid thing....ring. and stared at it. After awhile she got frustrated and threw it across the room and rolled over and went to bed.


Bt Bzzzt BEEP BEEP BEEP Bzzzt Bzzzt BEEP BEEP BEEP


Skylar's eyes slowly opened, was this a dream? She sat up and stared at the corner of her room where the beeper was illuminated and ringing, a cool chill went down her spine. She was frozen and not quite sure what to do.





MOM!....MAMA!





Running footsteps came up the stairs her bedroom door few open her Mom standing there worried "Whats wr-" she stopped when she heard the buzzing. She looked at the beeper and back to Skylar and ran to her crying and hugging her. "Thank God! Oh thank you lord!" Her mother said caressing her hair, Skylar hugged her back.





I have a donor...





3rd August 2016 | AM


One rushed packing job and a plane ride across the country to California later Skylar and her mother was sitting in the Doctors office in Greywall discussing the surgery. "There are some risks that come along with a heart transplant..there is a chance that the hart will reject..." Skylar tried to concentrates on what the doctors is saying but it all sounds muffled and distorted, she was nervous. After the meeting she was taken to be prepped for surgery. Her heart was beating fast, she wasn't sure how to feel. She just imagined running again. They put the mask over her face. "Breathe deep Skylar" She did. The last thing she thought about was her Parents.


"Skylar......Skylar...Honey wake up."


Hey eyes opened, the room was fuzzy and distorted. She couldn't move very well. She saw a face but couldn't make it out for a second, then it came into focus. Daddy? She said with a hoarse voice. "Yes Honey its me.....you made it. You're so strong." She was confused to wat that meant, then she remembered why she was here. The the pain hit her. Her chest felt like it was broken. She was all wrapped up There were all sorts of monitors around her. She started to cry softly. She wasn't sure if it was tears of joy or if it was from the pain she was in.

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9th August 2016 | AM


Skylar's recovery was a fast one, according to the x-ray her sternum was already completely healed, which means in a day or two she could go home. She sat in the cafeteria with Her mother and father. "Well I've got some news...we're gonna have to move again." Skylar frowned Where to? Her Mother and Father looked at each other and smiled and said "Right here." Skylar sighed with relief that it was in the states and she didn't really have to go anywhere. So we're going to live locally? Her Father nodded. "I'm going to be stationed at the nearby Naval base." Skylar took a bite of her salad.What made you guys wanna come here? "Well.." her mother began. "The person who's heart you have lived here...and he saved your life when he lost his." Skylar frowned. I guess I forgot about the fact this heart belonged to a living person....What was his name? "Nathan." Her father said. "He went to the High school you'll be attending, Greywall High school"

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12th August 2016 | AM


Skylar's new house was really nice, really big front and back yard, a porch, a tire swing, the works. The perfect suburban home. It was different than living in New Jersey, it was very quiet and the air seemed fresh. She was still getting used to her new heart, she would get tired sometimes and her chest would ache, but that came with the territory.T he biggest thing was when she went up stairs she didn't wheeze anymore. The doctor said within a few months she should be able to do "normal" things..like run. She cried tears of joy hen the doctor told her that.


She got up and made her way into the house, this time her room was the entire basement, it was awesome, she even had her own bathroom and mini kitchen. She went down into her room, her closet doors were mirrored, she looked at herself. She had more color, probably from the better blood flow. With the v neck she was wearing she could see her scar peeking out. She took her shirt off and looked at herself in the mirror again. She traced the scar with her fingertip. She put her hand on her chest and felt the hear beat, it was strong...but it wasn't hers. Thank you Nathan.

 

[Ms MistyEye]

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Greywall Churchyard | 9th August 2016| AM


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It's funny how detached you can feel from a situation. How distant from reality your own mind can really be. Alex sat in the passenger seat of her mother's car, here blue eyes staring lazily out the window. They glossed over the trees and undergrowth as they sped past, hardly noticing. From an outsiders perspective it might look as if Alex was simply lost in her own thoughts, carried away by some fervent daydream. Though nothing occupied her mind and nothing occupied her senses. She simply felt hollow, a distant shell of the girl she was little over a week ago. This had been the first time she'd left the house since, having spent the last week in almost absolute isolation. Now seeing the suns light again, she couldn't help but feel like its cheery rays were mocking her, promising a joy she wasn't sure she would ever be able to experience again. She was beginning to regret coming.


Waking up that morning had been difficult, as every morning had been since. She struggled to sleep as it was but last night she only managed to catch in an hour or so. She had risen from her bed slowly, draped in a hoddie that Nathan had left round her house a couple weeks ago. His smell had already faded from the fabric. Making her way to the bathroom she had inspected her reflection thoroughly. Her eyes were bloodshot, her hair a mess and skin horrendous. She honestly couldn't remember the last time she's washed. As the last remnants of sleep fled from her mind she watched as tears began to form in her eyes once more. Her mother found her curled up on the bathroom floor several minutes later. Several soothing words and half an hour later she managed to convince her daughter to take a shower and stood ready with a large towel when she emerged, uncaring of her nakedness. Her mother then walked her back to her room, sitting on the bed and simply held her child against her, breathing soothing words and sweet whispers into her ears. Alex simply cried, though as she continued to do so she found a resolute defiance forming in her mind. twenty minutes later the tears stopped, replaced with a quiet methodical distance which she maintained.


Alex shifted in the car seat remembering the mornings events. Desperate to move her thoughts elsewhere she pulled down the mirror and inspected her reflection. She had chosen to wear a mid-length, sleeveless pencil dress, the hem coming up slightly above her knee. Her legs were bare and a pair of 3 inch pumps adorned her feet. All black of course. Her hair was up, thanks to her mother's delicate hands. Her make up was simple, though carefully applied. She made sure the mascara was waterproof. Thankfully the bags under her eyes and the redness of the eyes themselves were obscured by a large pair of black aviators with silver frames. She wore simple cubic zirconia earrings which hung from each earlobe completed with a heart shaped locket that sat on her breast. Nathan's last gift to her.


"You look stunning..." Her mother sighed, her desperate attempt at small talk.


"T- Thanks Mom." Alex stuttered, using her voice for the first time in days. Her Mom offered her a smile which Alex caught in the corner of her eye. Alex wish she could respond, say something in return. She drew a blank.


It wasn't long before they pulled into the church car park, already half full of various vehicles. As their car rolled to a stop her mother paused, reaching across the console with a sigh and placing her hand over the top of her daughter's which sat neatly on her lap.


"I know this will be hard for you baby, and honestly I'm not sure what I can say to grant you the courage you're going to need. Just... be Strong. For yourself... For me... For Nathan." She spoke softly, wincing slightly with her last words, worried they may provoke yet further tears from her daughter. Alex simply nodded in response, lifting the small purse she had onto her shoulder and stepping out of the car. Her mother sighed and followed suit.


Walking along the car park felt strange, not only because the gravel shifted beneath her heels but the walk came with a slow realisation. She paused when she reached the grass, her eyes looking upward at the red carpet that began a few feet away. Her gaze continued along it's length until she saw Nathan's parents standing together, conversing with someone she had no time to recognise. Her gaze was fixed on the coffin that sat behind them, its glossed surface shimmering in the sunlight. Alex froze, unable to move or think until her mother arrived beside her. "Come on darling." She urged, placing one hand on the small of her back and handing her daughter a single rose with the other. The walk down the carpet felt as if it was in slow motion. People turned to look as Alex approached, sparking a new wave of hushed whispers among the guests.


Nathan's Mom looked up and caught sight of Alex once she was a few steps away. She quickly dismissed the person she was talking to as she approached. Alex paused once again as she stood in front of her 'future in laws' as she had one thought of them. Now there was no hope of a relation.


"Mrs Green... I... I-" Alex started, struggling to find the words before she was interrupted with a hug from the woman.


"It's okay child, It's okay." She replied, her voice hardly wavering. Alex was in shock. How could a woman who has suffered such a loss be so strong. 'For Nathan' Her mother's words echoed in her head, combined with the display of strength in front of her filled her with renewed resolve. The hug lasted for several moments before the two women parted, Nathan's mother stepping aside to reveal the coffin. Alex took a few tentative steps forward, her legs feeling unsteady. Once she was alongside it she placed her left hand upon the coffin's surface. A new wave of loss struck her then, testing her vigour. It was horrid, that the body of the man she loved was separated only by the fine layer of wood and metal.


She was taken back to the day after the accident. Waking up that first day without him and refusing to believe her own memories, demanding to see him despite her mothers insistence. She had arrived at the Green household and wasn't satisfied until she found his room empty. She had collapsed on the floor at that point until her mother could coax her home. She felt this burning denial welling up inside her once more, as if she could simply tear through the thin layer of wood and steel and be reunited with the boy who had taken her heart with him to the grave. She resisted the urge of course, barely. Her right hand still clutched the rose which she lay gently on the coffin's surface. The thorns glistened with specs of blood from her palms. She didn't even feel the pain. She felt as if all eyes were on her and turned around to find she was largely correct. A single tear fell from her eye, emerging from beneath her sunglasses before she looked away and quickly hurried to her seat in the front row, waiting for the service to begin.

 

[Zatanna]

I N F O

Where : Greywall Church Yard

Outfit

Mood : ???


Tags : @karmaa @Ms MistyEye

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!


It didn't matter. Charlotte didn't sleep anyways. She pulled the chord out of the wall and tossed it away. She sat up in her fluffy king sized bed and looked around the beautifully decorated room and slowly got out of bed. Char had made a promise to herself that she wouldn't be crying today. She stripped her pajamas and threw them into the hamper before turning on the warm water in her shower. Charlotte stepped into the shower and put the shampoo into her hair. Usually she would be listening to her morning playlist but she wanted silence. She washed the shampoo out of her hair and put the conditioner in. Char didn't know how she was feeling. She was upset that she was never a bigger part of Nathan's life and also sad that she never got to hold his hand in public... Little petty things like that. Char finished her shower and got out. The warm water felt so good on her skin but she knew she had to get out and get dressed. She wrapped herself in a towel and walked over to the mirror looking at herself.




Damn I'm hot... Why didn't he want me...?




Charlotte turned the blow dryer on and combed through her hair. She promised she wouldn't think like that. After her hair was dry she brushed it out and then smiled. She walked into her walk in closet and crossed her arms and walked over to the black section of her closet and took out a few things laying them out on her bed and then smiling. The outfit she picked out was perfect. It was sexy but it was respectful.


Char went to her full length mirror in her closet and struck a pose. She looked fabulous. She grabbed her phone and car keys deciding it was time for her to leave. Her father was on a "business trip" so she was all alone at home. Char walked down the marble stairs and to her front door. She hated how quiet the house was. It was a huge house, way too big for her and her dad. Especially since her dad was always gone. Not that she was complaining or anything. Her house was great for throwing parties and hosting sleepovers but sometimes it was so cold and lonely.


Char's heels made it to her black Range Rover and got inside, starting the engine. She put her sunglasses on and tucked her hair behind her before driving away. She decided she didn't want silence anymore so she turned on the radio. It wasn't a long drive to the church yard, before she knew it she was in the parking lot. Char looked at herself in the mirror, making sure she looked flawless as ever before she got out and started walking.


She walked up to Nathan's parents and hugged both of them. Char knew both of them very well since her best friend was their daughter. She looked around and didn't see her so she spun around and saw her in the front row. It was Alex. God Charlotte hated her.


Char took a seat next to her and put her purse in the next seat, saving it for Cammy. She looked over at Alexandra and decided what she should say. Char wanted to be nice, she really did but could she really?


"It must suck... Having your boyfriend die. But I'm sure you'll be moving on before his bodies in the ground." she said quietly, the slight smile not leaving her face. Char turned her head to look at Alex and narrowed her eyes.


"I really loved him." she whispered before taking the sunglasses off of her head and putting them away.


Her hazel eyes looked over the scene and a small tear fell down her face. It was all so real now. She didn't have to accept that he was dead until she was here. She felt sad but grief really didn't look good on her.

 

[designervaginer]

Jordan

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Nathan is fucking dead, man. What the fuck

Grayson sat there looking at the text message he just received, his hand white- knuckling the phone. He started trembling. Nathan...is dead? He sprang up and ran into the bathroom and leaned over the toilet and started heaving. Coughing violently after each heave. The coughing slowly turned into crying then back to cough. "What the fuck man." Once Grayson was done puking he stood up and punched a hole in his bathroom wall and punch the mirror, shattering it and probably shattering some of his knuckles.





"FUCK'' He yelled pacing in his room holding his bloody hand. One of the maids knocked on his bedroom door. "Everything alright Mr. Hart?" she asked peeking her head in. Once she saw his hand was bleeding she came in. "Do you want your driver to take you the hospital?" She asked. She reached for his hand to get a better look. He ripped his hand away from her shoving her out of the way. "Clean up the bathroom." He said as he stormed out. He was so angry and so sad and there was nothing he could do. He wished it was him that died, not Nathan. Nathan had so much to live for. People loved him, he was a great guy.


He jumped in his Ferrari and started driving himself to the hospital, he wasn't crying but tears were still running down his cheeks. Every once in awhile he would punch his steering wheel. How could he even go to the funeral? How could be bury what he considered a brother?





Greywall Churchyard | 9th August 2016 | AM


The day of the funeral Grayson stared at himself in the mirror. He was wearing a black pair of jeans and a black button up shirt. He had an Armani watch on and a VANS belt. His eyes seemed hollow, ad dark, He reached in his pocket and pulled out a baggie of coke and opened it. He took his car keys and scooped out a bump and snorted it. He did this again...and again...and again. His nose started bleeding. He wiped his nose off and sprayed some cologne on and walked out the door.


He was tweaked out of his mind driving to the funeral, he was surprised he could still drive.He saw the graveyard and Church come into sight, that's when everything became real. He swallowed hard, his mouth was dry. He parked by the church and pulled a blunt out of the glove box and smoked about half of it. He snubbed it out and put it back. He got out of his car his eyes tear stained and bloodshot.


Grayson sat down in the back, he didn't feel like socializing with anyone.The funeral was nice enough, the Eulogies were emotional and heart felt, his face was emotionless. All he could imagine was when he and Nathan got pulled over by a cop and they found weed on them and he took the rap for it and told the cop Nathan had no idea there was even weed in the car. He remembered sitting around with Nathan talking about girls and cars and whatever else they decided to talk about. They would binge watch the Jackass movies together and smoke weed and eat Cheetos until 4am. That's what he was thinking about. He saw a bunch of people he knew there but he tried to avoid them all since he was high as a kite. That's the only way he'd be able to get through this. He saw Alex and Charlotte, he sighed. Grayson didn't know about the history between Camille and Nathan, but he couldn't imagine how Alex was feeling...but then again part of him didn't care. He pulled out a pair of Ray Bans sunglasses and put them on to try to hide how high he was.

 

[Jasminum]

Jasmine Jordana Bloom


Greywall Churchyard | August 9th | AM | Feeling: Destroyed | Outfit
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Jasmine rolled out of bed after a sleepless night and cleared her throat. Her eyes flickered around the room for a moment. This wasn't right. None of it was right. There was no good morning text from Nathan, which they had made a habit of theirs. There was no mess in her room, caused from her and Nathan always hanging out in there. There was no leftover food from the last time they had made a mess, or left behind phone chargers or clothes or headphones or cellphones or... anything. It was so lifeless and empty. After Nathan had died Jasmine's mother tried to organize things in her room, but it only made her more upset. Today was the day of Nathan's funeral. She had to get ready early. She had offered to go with Nathan's family to help set up early, so that's what she was doing. She first had to get ready though. Her eyes moved over to the funeral clothes, sitting on a chair in her room. A knee length silky black dress with thin straps and a pair of shiny black stiletto heels. It wasn't much but it would do.


The second she stepped out of her room, clothes in hand, she was immediately called by her mother. "What mom?" she yelled back, her mom a few rooms away. "Come here please!" she heard her mother yell back. Great. Her mother was probably gonna say she couldn't go, or some ridiculousness. She walked into the living room and spotted her mother sitting on the couch, watching some reality show. "What's up mom?" she asked in a cheerful tone, hoping her mother would be convinced that she was well enough to go to the funeral. "Are you sure you really want to do this? I mean, you know... it's not gonna be easy." her mom said slowly and cautiously, not wanting to upset her daughter. "Mom... Nathan was my best friend. I loved him. I made a promise to his family that I'd be there today to help out. I have to... and even if I didn't have to... I still want to. I need to go. Not just for Nathan or his family, but for myself. I don't know if you can understand that, but quite frankly, I don't really care. I just... need you to be supportive today, okay? I need my mom today. I can't do this without you. I don't have... anybody now. Not like I had him. And I don't know what I'm gonna do to fill that void." she said, sadness seeping through her voice. With a quick hug from her mom, she turned and walked towards the bathroom. She had to shower. Badly.


She sat in that shower for what felt like years. She ran her hands through her hair, her real natural hair, not her wigs, and just cried. Eventually she quickly washed up and got out. After drying off and putting her wig back on she did her makeup. She tended to go for a more dramatic look, and today wasn't any different. She did a winged liner with a ruby smoky eye and a dark red lip color. Finally she slid her dress on. She wasn't prepared to wear some uncomfortable heels all day, but she needed to look nice. Already a tall girl, the four inch heels only made her taller, standing at 6'1". After a quick goodbye to her mom, she walked outside and slid into her yellow Jeep. It was a gift from her grandfather for her sixteenth birthday. She remembered the day she got it. Her and Nathan just drove around all day and went on little adventures, exploring the town and its surrounding area. It was full of laughter that day. Nothing like today. She grabbed some sunglasses so she could drive in the sun and drove over to Nathan's house. Once she arrived she stepped out of the car and frowned. This was not going to be easy. She slowly walked up to the door and lightly knocked a few times. Nathan's dad answered, looking very depressed. He wore a black suit, of course, but his tie wasn't tie and his shirt was buttoned unevenly. "Hey Dad..." she said in a light tone, trying to sound... happier. Her and Nathan's dad had a joke that since her dad wasn't in her life, he'd be her dad. It wasn't serious of course, but she just wanted to lighten the mood. "Hey Jasmine. Come on in. Kristen and Camille are already set to go, but I have to... make a few adjustments, obviously... This morning hasn't been easy." he said in a husky voice. He sounded worse than when she saw him at the hospital. "Yeah, of course. I understand... Take your time." she said, trying to sound as sympathetic as possible. She walked into the kitchen and saw Nathan's mom, who appeared to be crying. She hurried over, her heels clicking against the tiled floor, and wrapped her in a hug. "Kristen... don't cry. C'mon... We gotta do this... For Nathan. Okay? We... have to be strong today." it sounded more like she was trying to convince herself of that. Ever since eighth grade, she'd gotten on a first-name basis with Nathan's parents. It was still weird to her, but they always corrected her if she ever said Mr. or Mrs. Green. Kristen sniffled quietly before straightening up and fixing a few stray hairs. "You're right." was all that was able to come out of her mouth.


The car ride to the churchyard was short and silent. It was as though everyone was holding back tears the whole way there. Jasmine sat in the backseat next to Nathan's sister, clutching a small black purse tightly. When they arrived she got out quickly and let out a sigh of relief. She wasn't sure what was gonna come next, but she was glad to be out of the car. She needed to not feel confined at the moment. She walked around, setting up chairs and tables. After everything was finished, all they could do was sit and wait for the guests to come. She stood directly in front of the coffin, her head hung in shame. She pressed both hands against the coffin and looked down at it. Eventually tears began to trickle down her face. "I don't know what to do without you..." she muttered quietly. "Come back Nathan... I don't have anybody now. Please... I don't have anybody now... I need you... You were all I fuckin' had..." she whispered quietly to herself. She stayed there for a while, looking down at where his head would be. She wanted to see him. She wanted to see him so badly. One last time. One last fucking time before they laid his body in the ground to rot. She shivered, although it wasn't because she was cold. It was being so close to his corpse. Eventually, she noticed Alexandra walk up and touch the coffin. She looked up at her and shook her head. Her heart shattered even more. There was so much Alex didn't know, and now she never would. Maybe it was for the best. She trembled slightly and shook her head again. "Alex..." was all that she could get out at first. After a moment she cleared her throat and blinked away any remaining tears before looking back at Alex again. "I... I'm so sorry... I... don't even know what to say anymore... I had it planned out... What I was gonna say to each person.... And now... it's all gone. I can't even remember..." her face was blank and her tone was filled with grief. She was standing close enough to Alex to catch Charlotte's jab and whipped her head around. She looked down at the girl and narrowed her eyes at her. "This is not the correct time, you fucking I'm uncultured." she whispered quietly. "I don't know if you realize it or not, but she just lost her fucking boyfriend, you know, the thing you didn't have? I understand you're bitter and jealous, but please fucking save it, because quite frankly Charlotte, nobody gives a fuck. I suggest if you have any problems with any fucking person that's here today you either wait until the fucking service is over, or you leave, because you really don't wanna piss me off today. This is exactly why Nathan would never choose someone like you. You're nothing but a bitter little bitch who's too jealous of others to realize how fucking good she has it. Now go take your fucking seat, please, not that you even fucking deserve it, considering you weren't exactly important to Nathan or anything." she whispered in a harsh, aggressive tone. The brutal honesty had come out. She turned back around and exhaled deeply. She had been wanting to say something of that sort to Charlotte for a while, and now that Nathan wasn't here to hold her back, she could. She wiped her eyes and pushed back her hair, which had been falling in her face. She tossed the rest of it over her shoulders so it wouldn't annoy her during the service. She scanned the rest of the audience, wondering if anyone else stuck out to her. It was full of people she knew, but no one of any particular importance. Grayson caught her eye for a moment and she pursed her lips. They had actually never met, but Nathan had told her plenty about Grayson. Rather than saying anything to anybody else, she went and took her seat in the front row with Nathan's family. She didn't wanna hear the comments about how sorry everybody was for her and his family's loss. They were sure to come though. People came up to her and soon the apologies were pouring in. She tuned them out. Instead, she just crossed her legs, nodded, and said a quiet thank you each time someone bothered to come up to her and give their condolences. Hopefully the service would start soon. She didn't want anymore drama.

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[karmaa]

Camille Green | Nathan's Twin


With: @Zatanna @Ms MistyEye @Jasminum | Mood: Confused, Tired & Grief | Outfit: x

"Camille please, get ready for your brother's funeral." Kristen spoke to her weeping daughter. Camille's eyelids slowly fluttered opened as her mother opened the curtain blinds to reveal the bright sunlight. "See, even the sun doesn't want me to go." Camille muttered, trying to hide herself from this cruel world. Kristen wasn't going to leave her daughter behind, especially on a day like this. Kristen released a deep sigh and went to sit next to Camille. "I know it's hard right now, believe me. But we need you there." Kristen pled. Camille looked up to her mother and just nodded, she didn't needed to speak to communicate. Kristen smiled weakly at Camille then left her to change for the depressing event.


After taking a long, hot shower. Camille brushed and braided her hair into two braids. Her eyes had no more color in them, her skin was pale and she looked like a wreck. This wasn't suppose to happen to Nathan, he was going to amazing in life. She quickly slipped into a black jumpsuit and looked at herself in the mirror. "C'mon Camille." Her father yelled. Camille quickly grabbed her sketchbook with pencils and a pair of thick glasses to cover to her tired eyes. She jumped into the car and drove to the funeral, drawing a quick drawing during the drive. Ignoring Jasmine and everyone else in the car.


Camille and her family were the first to arrive at the funeral. They had to be anyway, it was their son who died. Camille went inside and saw the coffin laid in the front of the room as if was a decoration for the event. Camille couldn't bear the sight of it, the coffin was hideous as it held the truth. Nathan was truly dead. Camille ran outside and went behind the church's garden shed. She could hear cars slowly parking and people chatting as they went inside, most likely gossiping about Nathan. She soon saw Nathan's friends coming inside the church. She took a deep breathe in, trying to calm her emotions and went inside.


Camille kept her head low, she didn't want people to see how much of a wreck she was. She quickly sat next to Char, placing her notebook and pencils on the ground next to her feet. "Hey Char," Camille softly spoke, keeping her sunglasses on. Soon, Jasmine and her family sat down. Alex came by and Cammy just gave her a nod. She knew this would be hard for her, she just lost her boyfriend and most likely future husband. When everyone began to fight. Camille tugged at Charlotte and Jasmine's hair. "For fucks sake, we are at my brother's funeral. We are all wrecks but for once, can we just stay silent?" Camille begged. She turned away from everyone and waited for the funeral to be over.
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[-sleepless nights-]

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|L: Greywall Churchyard|


|D: August 9th|


|M: 'Fine'.|

Someone had once said that no matter how big or small the loss was, everyone went through the same thing: Grief. A horrid, wretched experience that leaves the mind flooded with thought yet makes the heart achingly empty. Some say there are a variety of responses to grief, some say there are five stages. But what Cora felt was nothing like how they described in the 'Loss Guide' handbook her therapist gave her- No. She didn't feel hurt or angry. She didn't want to bargain with anyone, she wasn't completely depressed like how the kind doctor said she would be by this time- No. Because before the big 5, there's a forgotten stage that one must always go through. One that makes the grieving process ten times harder than it usually would be, and leaves everyone in a emotionally and mentally unstable wreck when it finally hits.


Numbness.


that's what Cora felt as she woke up to the sound of the alarm on her phone practically screaming at her to wake up. She blinked wearily, rubbing at her eyes and stretching softly to relieve her joints of their stiffness before grabbing her phone and looking at the time. 8 A.M.. Why in the world did she set this? She never get's up this early, not even to get ready for- Oh. Oh. The realization of whats been happening for the past few weeks hit her like a wrecking ball, shattering any instances of numbness and in it's wake replaced it with pure heartache. It was today. The day she'd been dreading for a week, the day that she never thought she'd have to see. The day that had her bawling in a bathroom by her lonesome only a few days prior.


Today was Nathan's funeral.


Today was the day that her cousin would be put in the ground. Today was the day that she could no longer try to find hope in the theory that this was all just a cruel joke- Something to get back at her for the fight they had only months before. That he'd be at the funeral alive and well, not covered in gashes and bruises and pulling the string of a confetti popper as if to say 'surprise, bitch'. That she'd be able to tackle him to the ground and curse him out/punch him repeatedly for doing something so stupid, but hugging him tighter than she would ever think possible- Just grateful for him to be living and breathing. But she couldn't hold onto that idea, not when he would be buried right in front of her. Not when she'd have to listen to her uncle tearfully go through Nathan's eulogy with a not-so-stoic face. Not when she'd have to see all of his friends gather around his casket and bawl their eyes out. This was real-What happened was real. And nothing will change that.


She shook herself out of her thoughts, letting out a shaky breath and rubbing at her tear-filled eyes, wiping them away before they could even fall. She threw the blanket on top of her off of her, quickly waking up and recognizing the environment around her. She'd rented a motel room near Greywall, one where it was close enough that she could get to the town in only a 20 minute drive, but far enough that she wouldn't have to encounter anyone she knew. She sighed, getting out of the cheap and uncomfortable bed she was in and walking over to the closet. She got dressed as fast as she could, not worrying about showering or brushing her teeth and rushing out the door and to her car. She got in, turned the key in the ignition, did all the standard safety precautions and made her way to Greywall Church.


She arrived just in time for the eulogies.


She stood in the background not wanting to be seen or heard as speeches were read and tears were shed. She didn't want to ruin this, not like she had with everything else. She watched as dozens of people cry their eyes out as her aunt and uncle gave their words, watched as those who were not as distraught whisper amongst themselves, gossiping about whatever people gossip about these days. She wanted to go over there and tell them that 'it's a funeral, you ass. Show some respect', but she couldn't bring herself to move. She just stood there, leaning against a tree while all her other relatives shared their thoughts, their feelings, and their perspectives of what happened to Nathan.


By the time he was buried, she was pretty sure she was crying as well.


As the crowd dispersed and headed inside, where once solemn voices cried out now seemed forcefully cheerful, she backed away. She went to her car in the parking lot, not wanting to deal with any of this anymore. She'd call aunt Kris and Uncle Marcus and say that she was sorry. She just- She needed to go somewhere, anywhere to get rid of what she was feeling. She drove out of the parking lot, and headed down to the nearest diner


If she couldn't have alcohol, she's damn sure gonna have a burger.

 

[lazee]

James Yoon | Greywall Churchyard | 9th August 2016 | AM

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"Verily, all souls must taste death." [Qur'an 3:185]
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Why couldn't it have been me? James lamented as he stared blankly at the coffin that housed the corpse of his only equal: Nathan Green. He and his family had come straight from South Korea to attend his funeral, replacing a long-planned vacation with a somber occasion. James first heard of his death through the phone, courtesy of his Student Council associates. His first reaction to the bad news was denial, followed by long bouts of anger and, finally, the acceptance of despair. Even if tragedy after tragedy would harrow his path, the future had to march on. And as hard as it was to accept the fact, Nathan was no longer part of the future.


The Yoons were among the first to arrive at the church and had offered the Greens their most solemn condolences. Clad in a black suit reserved for special occasions, James parted with Nathan's coffin and moved to find a seat near the front row. He wondered if it was proper for him to sit here, as Nathan's family and his girlfriend were there as well and he doubted that he was of equal relevance to them, but James was motioned to sit there by his father, so there he sat, rather awkwardly.


The Korean could spot several familiar faces, mostly from school. It was...disturbingly interesting to see them cope with grief in their own unique way. He was more used to seeing expressions of elation from them. Such were the effects of Nathan's death. The bastard was loved and adored by everyone and his loss could be likened to a grenade. Spontaneous and affects more than just the close ones. Nathan had friends, an abundance of them. If he was so bold, James would've questioned God's reasoning in taking him sooner than everyone else. Why couldn't it have been me? The question came to his head once more. James had less connections, less friends and could say with certainty that no one would miss him. It would be more merciful for everyone if he was the one to die instead.


But God was the best of planners. Surely there was something be taken from in this tragedy. Overblown grief was probably not one of them. In fact, he was so caught in his thoughts that he didn't notice the verbal hostility going on right beside him. Sorrow changed people, such confrontations at a funeral was not uncommon. That doesn't make it any more tasteless, but James could at least understand. Now, at the risk of his emotions getting the best of him, he chose to stay silent until the situation was returned to a calm and stable state.


Besides, it's not like anyone would want to talk to him.

 

[Jasminum]

Jasmine Jordana Bloom


Greywall Churchyard | August 9th | AM | Feeling: Destroyed | Outfit
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Jasmine grunted when Camille pulled on her wig, luckily it stayed secure to her head. A black girl always prepares for that type of situation. "Then why don't you control your little friend? She seems to be the one causing the problem anyways." she spat back in an icy, hushed voice. "I-... Camille I'm sorry. I didn't mean to speak to you like that. You should know by now that Charlotte and I don't particularly get along." she said in an apologetic, but justified tone while side-eyeing Charlotte. "Nathan's death has apparently brought out the worst in all of us. I should use this to encourage love, not hatred or bitterness like some people. I won't cause any more... scenes. Can't say the same for her though. Just tell her to chill. The comment towards Alex was completely uncalled for." her voice is a hushed whisper, not wanting to attract any other attention. She glanced over her shoulder and spotted Cora, a girl Nathan had spoken of just a few times. All Jasmine knew is that she was his cousin. He never elaborated much further on the subject. He seemed a bit closed off regarding her. Didn't wanna open up to Jasmine, which was quite rare. Jasmine just assumed it was something very serious and didn't press the issue.


Her eyes flickered back to the coffin and widened a bit as she saw James standing in front of it. She snorted quietly and rolled her eyes. "What the hell is he doing here? Shouldn't he be... glad? I saw his family earlier. Figured his parents just made him come and he'd leave as soon as possible." she speaks to no one in particular, although only those sitting near her would be close enough to hear. She narrowed her eyes and scrunched her brows as he and his family took a seat in the front row near her and Nathan's family. She kept her mouth shut though. I've already cause enough trouble for today. Don't need to piss off Nathan's own family anymore than I already have, and at his funeral, no less. However, to her they didn't belong there. Not with his biggest supporters. Those who cared about him most. She glanced away, hoping James and his family didn't see her nasty side-eye. Didn't matter anyways. She was pretty sure he knew that she didn't exactly care for him. Even less, now that Nathan was gone and he had the gall to show up to his funeral.

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[Vengeance Spirit]

Elliot Erikson

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Elliot slept a lot when he was upset. He did nothing but sleep. The beeping of his alarm played little role in his waking. He had no energy. How could he? His first love was going to be surrounded by dirt soon. His eyes suddenly opened as if a loud noise had forced him awake. Elliot looked around his room. The room was a mess with week old laundry begging to be put out. Pictures of Nathan were scattered all across Elliot's floor. These photos were strange. Elliot couldn't remember taking a majority of them...He could only truly remember one. He lethargically moved up and twisted his body to the edge of his bed.


He picked up the photo that he recognized. The one of them in front of their regular hibachi place. Nathan has one arm around Elliot and the other one holding their hands together...This feeling was one he missed. He could remember it vividly. The warmth that Nathan gave off. The strong feeling that in his presence you were always safe. Even when times seemed hopeless, with him there was a gleam of hope. Elliot shut his eyes and felt warmth. He pictured that day again. Everything was perfect. At least he thought so. There was nothing about that day he could remember, only Nathan stood out. The scenery and food were different each time he thought about it. Nathan's smile always remained the same. Teethy and as perfect as always. Too bad these were only thoughts. Thoughts that he had to force himself to get over. The warmth that he was feeling would soon be disillusioned by the coldness that he really felt.


It was time to get ready...Nathan always loved it when Elliot had to dress up. He would always compliment Elliot and say that he was a cute little violinist. This reminded him of the fact they spent two years together...Two whole years of learning the most lackluster details about one another. He could mimic Nathan's everything. From the confident strut he had to the way he made his 'behind closed doors' faces. Nobody really knew how far the two of them went. Nathan was Elliot's first. However, he wasn't sure if he was Nathan's real first...He always had doubt about it. Nathan was too perfect to be a virgin.


Elliot hopped in the shower. He didn't spend long, for he showered the previous night. He just wet his hair, washed his face, and cleaned the sweaty areas. When he finally got dressed in his little outfit, he stared at himself in the mirror. A familiar voice states "My cute little violinist. All dressed up for me? Don't worry, I won't ruin the outfit later." The thought made him smile a little. Though it quickly faded when he realized those thoughts would never become reality again. Anyway...Enough daydreaming. The funeral was today...He had to go. Even though a majority of Nathan's friends would never forgive him for what he did...He had to do it. For Nathan...For himself. He was walking distance from the funeral house, but it would look strange to walk. He entered his small red car and drove for three minutes. When he arrived, he left his car and took a seat in the back. Far away from everyone. Especially Jasmine. She didn't like Elliot one bit. He looked around to see people were walking to the casket. He couldn't do it...He really wanted to but his legs prevented him. Instead he just leaned back and shut his eyes. Picturing the last image he wanted of Nathan. The image of him smiling.
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Greywall Churchyard | 9th August 2016| AM | Mentions: @Jasminum @Zatanna @karmaa


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Immediately after sitting down Alex felt even worse. As if she had just finished a sprint and now was expected to endure a marathon. The lone tear she shed was quickly joined by another, several more followed suit but Alex managed to refrain from vocalising her grief, she remained silent, her tears speaking for her, appearing one at a time from beneath her glasses. She fought to keep her breathing steady, knowing that one slip could destroy her.


It wasn't long before she was joined by Charlotte, then Jasmine and Camille shortly after. Though Alex was so focused with the war within her own mind, the real world felt almost phantasmagorical, a phantom world around her. People seemed to move as if the air had turned to a thick soup which people fought to wade through. their words half echoed within themselves. Though this only lasted until Charlotte opened her mouth, bringing her reality into a sharp clarity. Alex expected some sort of sympathy and was taken completely off guard by the girl's actual comment. She went to open her mouth before freezing, knowing that anything she said would be halted and broken before swiftly evolving into cries. Before much else could be said Jasmine jumped in defending her and Nathan's memory. Camille too gave her two cents and Alex made a mental not to thank the two of them later. Alex refused to dwell on Charlotte's words, instead continuing to look forward as the service began.


"Good morning everybody, Thank you all for coming." Father Carroway began, his eyes shifting over the crowd. "Nathan... Nathan was a good boy, no truer statement has ever been said. He was a testament to his friends, family and our community." He paused briefly, silence hanging in the almost palpable air. "There is no doubt, that wherever he would go, whatever he would do, he would succeed. He had that way with things. Now while he may be gone from this world, he will be welcomed warmly into the gates of heaven, without a single shred of sin to tarnish his soul." The priest continued, his voice welling with emotion. "No he is a model to all of us, and he will be missed. Now I believe there are some people here who would like to say a few words in his memory." Father Carroway continued stepping aside.


The podium was first taken by Marcus Green. Alex had seen him literally moments ago and then again taking his seat but standing up at the pulpit, all alone... He looked broken. His shoulders somewhat drooped, his face carried the weariness of a man twice his age. It was simply heart breaking. He gave is eulogy quickly, pausing between words to draw long breaths into his lungs. The light of the still rising sun glistened off of his pupils as the increasingly dampened. Despite herself Alex couldn't help but notice the likeness between Nathan's dad and his son, the small minute aspects and inexplicable familiarity his features held. she looked away as he finished.


Next Nathan's mother took the stand. Her words were brief but carried the weight of millions more.


"No mother... Should have to outlive her son. No mother should have to ever put her son... In the ground." She spoke, the strength her voice recently held shattering under the moment's intensity. She moved to say more but her words eluded her. Her face fell into her hands and Nathan's Father returned to the podium to escort her back to her seat.


A few other people followed but Alex was hardly listening. Their words meant nothing next to the grief she felt. The grief they all felt. Sometimes words simply aren't good enough for emotions. Words are restricted to meanings and logic. Emotions... Emotions simply aren't. The service continued over the course of the next hour before Alex and the other guests solemnly watched as Nathan was lowered into the ground. As the coffin slowly sank from view Alex was met with another fleeting thought of hysteria.


'What if he was still alive? What if this had all been a joke taken way too far? It's not impossible! It could all just be a lie!' Her thoughts screamed mercilessly.


It was no lie. Even now the logical side of her brain remained dominant. Perhaps several days ago she would have leaped from her seat, shoved aside anyone in her way until she could pry the coffin open. It was too late for that now. Reality had finally caught up with her. Regardless a sense of panic rose within her, of unease, of pure discomfort. She suddenly felt as if she needed to get away. To run from the source of her grief. The service game to a close as both Father Carroway and Nathan's parents gave their thanks. Alex was on her feet before their final words left their lips. She simply couldn't stay. Her mother followed her swiftly finding her sitting against the passenger door sobbing almost uncontrollably. Her mother sat down beside, placing one arm around her daughter and speaking to her with soft words. It was a long journey home.

 

[Ms MistyEye]

Greywall High | 14th August 2016 | AM


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The morning air hung still as the sun began to rise lazily above the horizon. Its delicate rays dancing across the smooth brick walls and glittering off the numerous windows which lined the front of the main building. A heavy silence lay over the school, broken only by the occasional bird song or insect cry. The main building itself stood tall, dominating the surrounding area. Behind it lay several smaller buildings, each accommodating specific subjects and facilities. The football field lay off to the left of the main block, the student car park to the right. From which, the first sounds of the day began to emanate.


The low growl of an engine slithered through the air as the first students began to arrive. Many rubbing sleep from their eyes as they trekked their way towards their homerooms. Slowly the flow of students increased until it was met with the heavy groans of school busses and the vibrant conversation of old friends. More and more students began to arrive, their presence bringing life into the empty school, reviving it once more for yet another year of learning. For some, their last.

 

[designervaginer]

Grayson

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The funeral was starting to come to a close and his high was starting to go away. When there was less people by the coffin during the wake Grayson wet up, his palms were sweaty and he felt like he was going to vomit. With a shaky hand he reached into his pocket and grabbed a TMNT pizza slice key chain. It was the first present Nathan ever got him for his sixth Birthday. He looked at it and attached it to wherever he could o the coffin. Why was he hurting so bad? He and Nathan weren't even friends any more. But again, Nathan was the only person who ever cared about him. His Dad didn't, mostly everyone else didn't..Nathan did.


After the wake they went to bury the body but Nathan didn't want to watch that. He got back in his car and flipped on the radio to come hits station "Sorry" by Justin Beiber was playing and he punched his radio to turn it off, they always played shit music anyways. He pulled out his baggie of coke and did a few bumps before getting back on the road. He missed Nathan already. He felt so angry, he didn't know what to do. Part of him wanted to swerve into incoming traffic ad another part of him wanted to drive far away and never come back. There was nothing for him here.





Once he got back to his place he pulled into the garage and sat there for awhile in silence not wanting to move. School was starting soon, it was his senior year. But he didn't care about school really, he knew one day his Dad's company would be his after he went and took BS business management courses. Thinking about this also made him upset, he didn't want to think anymore. He look out the little bit of coke that was left and snorted all of it until his nose were bleeding and his pupils were so big he looked like an alien.


When he got into the house he went straight for his room, he put his record player on with a Vinyl copy of one of Tupac's albums and passed out on his bed.


Greywall High | 14th August 2016 | AM


Grayson sat on his bed dressed for school, he was debating if he was going to go or not,he figured he should considering it was something to do, Grayson hadn't left the house in a week or so. He sighed and went into the garage and got in his car. He lived not too far from the school so the drive was short. People were starting to arrive at school. He parked in the senior parking lot. He got out of the car and walked over to a bench nearby, he still ha twenty minutes until his first period. He sat and looked over the schedule and looked around at all the new faces around school. Then he saw a sign that read "In loving memory of Nathan Green." with flowers and teddy bears and other stuff all around it, his stomach dropped. Before he let himself get emotional he lit a cigarette to calm his nerves.


He kind of knew things like this would be around school...at least until people stopped caring. There was a bunch of people he saw on facebook post about Nathan death like they were close to him..that's what he hated the most. People pretending to care to get attention. Who the fuck are they? He wouldn't eve post shit about someone dying on facebook because the only reason people post anything on facebook is to brag..about how they're going to the gym..or how they knew someone better than you did before they died or sharing vacation photos. Bullshit. He looked around an there were some pretty hot girls at school this year, that's one thing he really needed..to get laid. Maybe he'd throw a party soon, it'd be something to do.

 

[Zatanna]

Where : Greywall High

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Mood : Confident , Exctied


Tags : @karmaa @SophomoreBich @designervaginer




Charlotte yawned as the familiar beep of her alarm clock started to sound. She had actually slept for a full 9 hours and she felt better than ever. Char got out of bed and got into the shower. Today felt like a musical kind of morning. It was the first day of school after all. She sang aloud with the music noisily and cleaned herself up. After her shower she dried off and looked at herself in the mirror for a second. She was just admiring herself which is sooo the first step to self love. After she appreciated herself she made her way to her closet. She had read something that said you were supposed to wear white after a funeral. It was like you wear black on the day of the funeral but after you wear white to celebrate them going to a better place. This seemed like the perfect time to do that.


Char went to the white section of her closet and picked out a few things. The first thing she picked out was her silk bralette that she was totally in love with, next was a silver embellished skirt that she had borrowed from someone but eventually just made it hers. For shoes she wanted something with a heel so she went with her white mary janes. The outfit looked amazing but it was missing something. It was jewelry! Char went to her desk and opened the diamond jewelry box picking out a flower ring, a small diamond tiara(since she was the queen), a diamond choker, and her pearl earrings. She had picked up some bracelets but Coco Chanel says "When accessorizing always take off the last thing you put on.", so she decided to ditch them.


Charlotte spun around and smiled at how amazing she looked. This was defiantly the right first day outfit. She went back to her desk and quickly applied the little make up she needed and she was out the door. She had planned to eat breakfast this morning but she didn't want to bloat so she decided to skip it. She grabbed a muffin for Camille and put it in her purse before leaving her huge house. She decided she would take the bug today. She unlocked the cute little thing and sped off in it.


Camille's house wasn't too far from hers. It was outside of the gated community of 'Lake Crest Luxury Homes' and then a few miles. Char was hoping that Camille was wearing a killer outfit so that they could slay together. Even if she wasn't Char would make her change. She pulled up infront of the house and honked her horn twice before taking out her phone. She sent Cammy a quick gif before checking social media.


Once Cammy got inside of the car, Char handed her the muffin in the plastic baggy and smiled, lifting up her circular shades.


"Goodmorning sunshine. You ready for first day of senior year? We are the queens of this fucking school Cam! God Im ready to slay. Let's go!" she said excitedly before slipping her shades down and driving off. The two girls finally arrived at school like 20 minutes early. Char got out of the car and tossed her dull golden locks before locking it and starting to walk inside the school.


"So we have some like special home room this morning. I read an email about it." she said walking with Camille. Char looked over to the benches to see Grayson with a cigarette. She grabbed Cam's hand and pulled her over to the male with a smile.


"Goodmorning Grayson. Happy first day of senior year." she said sweetly. Grayson was pretty cute. She could probably do better but as she always says it doesn't hurt to flirt.


"These are gonna kill you, you know." she said taking the cigarette out of his hands and throwing it in the grass, putting it out with her shoe.


"Seeya in home room homie." she said sweetly, dragging Camille into the building with her and finally releasing her best friend. They walked down the hallway and the underclassmen turned to stare. Can you blame them?


Some sophomore bitch got in her way so Char pushed her, causing all her books and papers to go all over the floor and for her to fall to the ground.


"Think you dropped something." she said letting out an evil laugh and making her way to her locker.


It was senior year and Char was out for the kill. God Bless anyone who got in her way.

 

[karmaa]

Camille Green | Nathan's Twin


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The worst is yet to come. A quote that her parents kept telling her over and over again ever since Nathan died. Then why hasn't it come yet? And when will it come? Camille may never find out, but for now, she had to make sure to keep the peace between everyone. For Nathan at least. "I understand Jasmine but please, for my brother?" Camille winced. She then turned around, ready to speak to Charlotte sternly, yet she looked so beautiful. Camille lightly blushed and sat down, bringing knees to her chest. "Be careful what you say Char." she softly whispered, barely audible for anyone to hear. Camille turned around and saw her cousin sitting in the back. "Excuse me," Camille muttered as she quickly stood up and went to the seat Cora was sitting at. Camille shuffled over to Cora with a sad look on her face, her cousin was probably the only person who she could look at and not feel like it's the end of the world.


"Hey Cora," Camille sighed, sitting next to her cousin. "Do you think Nathan is going to Heaven?" she asked, almost stifling a chuckle. "Of course, he is. He's perfect." Camille tried to hold back the hot tears that were swelling up in her eyes. Thank God for the sunglasses on her face. She watched ever so carefully, her father and mother nearly breaking down and few other speakers as well. Camille was offered to speak but she couldn't do it, not for Nathan.





The next morning was harder than yesterday. Camille woke up to the happy sound of the birds chirping and the sun shining brighter ever since Nathan's funeral. Camille sighed and prepared herself for her first day of senior year. As she waited for Charlotte to arrive, Camille started on another quick sketch in her free time. She grabbed one of her pencils and began to draw the outline of the flower. Soon, she received a text from Charlotte. Camille went to her window and waved to the car below. She grabbed her backpack and raced downstairs. "Bye guys." Camille quickly spoke before racing outside and jumping into Char's car. "Hey," Camille replied as she took a small bite out of the muffin, she wasn't hungry but she couldn't say no, not to Charlotte anyway.


"Goodmorning sunshine. You ready for the first day of senior year? We are the queens of this fucking school Cam! God, I'm ready to slay. Let's go!" Camille chuckled at Charlotte's cheer in the car, Charlotte's motivation boosted Camille's confidence, but deep down inside of her, Nathan should have been here as well.


After the drive, Cammy chucked the plastic bag in the bin and was dragged by her best friend, her little rucksack bouncing behind her.


"So we have some like special homeroom this morning. I read an email about it." Camille nodded, she secretly thanked Charlotte for her organisation otherwise, she would have been lost without her. Camille was dragged across the school, finally stopping in front of Greyson. Camille was awkward around boys, especially boys like Greyson. She gave a small nod to him and allowed Charlotte to flirt with him for a bit, it took her will power not to sweep Charlotte away from him but alas, she wasn't the property of Camille's, she was allowed to do whatever she wanted.


Once again, Cammy was dragged around by Charlotte, she was released when they got inside and yet again, everyone was staring at her. Camille felt her cheeks getter hotter. When Charlotte pushed a girl over, her papers went everywhere. A note landed next to Camille's feet as she bent down to pick it up. "Here you go." she softly smiled as Camille handed her things back. The girl awkwardly smiled and ran off in fear of messing with Charlotte again. Camille raced back to her spot next to Charlotte and went to grab her things for her first class. Her mind kept drifting away from her locker, was Nathan in Heaven? Would they have high-school in Heaven? These question kept bugging her constantly. Camille peered over her locker door and smiled at Charlotte, embracing her beauty. "Where's our homeroom?" Camille asked with a sweet smile on her face.



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Home, going to Greywall High| 9th August 2016| AM | Mentions: None


<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_06/57a8cb1640305_zoe-sugg(3).jpg.aa6040090e47ba6c6b553d721ab4aed5.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="137039" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_06/57a8cb1640305_zoe-sugg(3).jpg.aa6040090e47ba6c6b553d721ab4aed5.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> She had been crying less at least, only a couple times a day now. The moments in between she wanted to cry though, each minute more desperately than the last. She wanted to cry now. Alex sat up in her bed, waking up only moments earlier. She had to go through her new daily morning ritual of resisting the urge to check her phone for a text from Nathan, having to convince her self each morning that it will never come. She let out a deep breath and left her bed, heading for the shower. Once in the bathroom she quickly filled a glass with water before opening the medicine cabinet. Inside she found a small bottle with her name clearly printed on the label. She took two pills from the bottle knowing she should probably take her birth control too. Her hormones were off as it is. She ignored her conscience and downed the anti-depressants, feeling no effect.


She returned to her room moments later, finding first her hairdryer then clothes. She decided on a simple pair of leggings, tank top and one of Nathan's hoddies. She walked over to the boxes in the corner where, with the help of her mother she had gathered his things. She had been meaning to take it back to the Green household, though each time she tried she lost all will power to do so. This was one of the last remnant of Nathan she had left, she simply wasn't ready. Reaching inside she lifted a dark burgundy hoodie from inside the box. She lifted it up to her nose, searching for any scent of Nathan that yet remained. She had forbidden her mother from washing them and whilst gross, it afforded her some comfort.


Though as she lifted the garment to her nose she heard a dull thud as something fell from the fabric. Alex looked down to the floor, here eyes met by a sight simply confusing. A pack of cigarettes lay on the floor, staring upward like a corpse. Alex froze, confused as to what the presence of the cigarettes meant. She knew some people in her year smoked, Grayson for example, but Nathan never smoked, if he had he would have told her... Wouldn't he? Her thoughts were interrupted by her mother knocking harshly on the door. "Honey you need to get a hustle on, don't want you being late on your first day back." Her voice asked, heavy with concerned. Alex paused, still in shock before replying.


"O-Okay mum, be down soon." She spoke pulling on the rest of her clothes and making her hair presentable. She hadn't worn make up since the funeral and the added effort seemed unnecessary. She paused packing her rucksack, her eyes drifting over the cigarettes on the floor, she wanted answers. She stooped over picking up the small box and dropping it in her back before grabbing her keys and a pair of sneakers before heading to the door.


Moments later, after poking her eggs around her plate for twenty minutes, Alex emerged from her house, her steps light, her soul heavy. She made her way down to the road where her black Camero sat, a welcome present from her absent father. The car was relatively old, second hand and faded in places but it was hers, and she loved it. Nathan always used to get paranoid about her driving it, afraid she'd loss control


"Or even worse run someone off the road." He once joked.


She smiled at the memory, finding a brief moment of joy before her brain reminded her a similar situation would never happen again. She let out a sigh and climbed into the vehicle, relaxing as her back brushed against the leather seats. She plugged in her iphone and flicked onto her latest playlist and turning up the volume. Taking a deep breath she started driving.


She forgot what songs she had on the playlist. Halfway to college the first few chords of the "Can't help falling in Love" cover by twenty one pilots emanated from her speakers. She had always loved the song, and Nathan knew it, often humming it or singing it softly to them in sleepy memories between naps on long summer's days. Whilst he was no Tyler Joseph and certainly no Elvis he carried a rhythm well enough to haunt Alex's memory with enough clarity to bring tears to her eyes. She felt a pressure building in her chest as the song continued, its words weaving impossible promises. She spotted a dirt rest stop on the side of the road and pulled onto it quickly as it approached. Her car skidded to a halt as the door swung open. Alex stumbled from the vehicle, knocking her bag out of the car as she went. She made it a couple feet before falling to her knees, gasping loudly as cries tore from her throat. She buried her ace in her hands, focusing on regaining control as her body shook.


It took a couple minutes until she regained her breathing, a couple minutes more for the tears to slow and stop. There was a reason she didn't wear make up these days. Thankfully no cars had passed her hide away and her breakdown went down without witnesses. She rose to her feet, her hands and breathing, whilst under control, were both still shaky. That's when she noticed the pack of cigarettes again, spilled from her bag in her hurry to leave the vehicle. She tenderly reached towards them, picking the box up from the dirt. Almost unconsciously her fingers flipped the box open, six cigarettes and a lighter, hidden within were revealed to her sight. 'People smoked to relieve stress, to calm the nerves... Right?' She reasoned to herself, even as she did so plucking the slender cylinder from the packaging.


he turned and sat in the open door of her car, looking at the cigarette, waiting for the internal conflict to resolve itself, knowing already which side would win. Before she could regret it, she placed the tube between her lips and quickly pulled the lighter from the box. After a few failed attempts a flame danced from the tip of the device, seductive in the twilight cast onto Alex by the surrounding forest, despite the rising sun. She held the flame against the cigarette edge, copying the movies to the best of her ability. She watched as the tip glowed a brilliant orange, deactivating the lighter and watching intently. Holding the lit cigarette daintily between her fingers Alex removed if from her mouth, taking a deep breath and exhaling before returning the tube to her lips. She inhaled deeply, immediately regretting her choice as she coughed out the smoke harshly. The smoke raked against her throat, tearing into her tender lungs. Alex was determined not to dismiss the idea however and after regaining her composure returned the cigarette to her lips, inhaling more tentatively than before. This time the smoke flowed smoothly into her lungs, she held her breath for a moment; exhaling swiftly after. As she did so, she felt a certain level of stress leave her body along with the thin plume of smoke, fading into the morning air. She felt a tad lighter, whether it was the nicotine or not she couldn't tell. She still felt horrible, an ache in her chest and mind that no drug could remove. It was just a fraction, a fraction better than before. Though, it was a fraction none the less. She finished smoking the cigarette before climbing back into her car and starting the engine, leaving the radio off.


She arrived at school a moment or two later, parking her car with a practised grace. She stepped from her car, swinging her rucksack onto her shoulder and walking towards the main building. Several conversations stopped as she approached and dozens of eyes followed her movements. Everyone seemed so solemn, as if they were paying their respects to Nathan directly to Alex herself. She wished they wouldn't. The attention was a reminder. She shrugged off their eyes moving towards the main building. She passed several memorials to Nathan, her eyes glossed over them. 'Cause sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind'. She thought, justifying her her actions to herself. She wasn't sure she was convinced. Instead of continue her internal debate she made her way to her new Homeroom. She had decided she wanted to talk to Jazmine or Camille, maybe even Grayson, just someone who could help her out with the mysterious cigarettes.

 

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Greywall High | 14th August 2016 | AM


Carry on my wayward son, there will be peace when you are done, lay your weary head to rest...don't cry no more....


Skylar's alarm clock radio went off, she groaned ad rolled over. She opened her eyes and stared at the sea foam green walls of her room. She sat up remembering it was her first day of her junior year, she already had hr outfit picked out, mot girls usually do. She got out of bed and walked over to her closet and got dressed.(Outfit)


Her outfit covered her scar, which was good. he doctor said with enough cocoa butter and vitamin E oil that the scar would be nearly gone. t would never be completely gone but it would be to where it didn't look like a giant pink worm was crawling down her chest. Not tht the scar itself really bothered her, it would just be nice to walk around with a low cut shirt on without people bu rushing her with questions. She went upstirs to leave and her Mom stopped her. "Oh, you look so cute honey!" Her Mom said giving her a hug. Thanks Ma. Her Mother looked at her for a minute and smiled before handing her her lunch. Skylar put it in her purse and headed out the door.


She drove a bright yellow Jeep, this morning she had the doors taken off. She browsed the radio stations as she drove trying to find a classic rock station. She finally found one at a red light. "Bed of Nails" by Alice Cooper was playing. She lived about fifteen minutes away from the school. It felt like she got there in no time. She pulled into the general student parking lot. She had just got her license not too long ago. Her dad got her Jeep for her for her Birthday, she didn't really get to drive it much because of her heart issues, she was happy she could.


The High school was beautiful. She had to go to the office to pick up her schedule, they couldn't really mail it in time. She grabbed her books and binders and what not and put whatever she could in her bag and the rest she carried. With the help of some other juniors she located the office finally went in. When she stepped in she saw a elderly lady at the desk. She walked up to her. H-hi, I'm Skylar..the new student from Lide High School in New Jersey. The lady just kind of looked at her with a strange look. Like she was gonna cry. "Yes of course dear I have your schedule." She stood up and handed it to her and held her hand for a moment. "God bless you." The lady looked at her chest. Skylar was confused. Then she looked behind her to see a giant sign saying "In loving Memory of Nathan Green." It had a picture of him below that. Skylar felt like she was gonna puke. She took her schedule and rushed out in the hallway.


All of a sudden she pushed to the floor. Shit! She looked up to see a blonde and brunette standing over her. She started gathering her things. The blonde's comment make her stop for a minute. She decided the confrontation wasn't worth it. Her Daddy always taught her to pick and choose her battles. The brunette handed her back her schedule. Thank you. The brunette looked eerily similar to Nathan. She shrugged it off and stood up and continued to her first period in room 244. People had been assuming she was a freshman or sophomore all morning because of how short she was it aggravated her.


She finally found the room she was supposed to be in. No one was in there yet. She took a seat in the back and put her things down on her desk. She pulled her phone out browsed a website that had the Lore of Warcraft on it. She just wanted the day to begin so she could go home and take a nap. She looked around and people were starting to trickle into home room. She still concentrated on her phone.


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Grayson finished his first cigarette and lit another one not really concerned with anyone seeing him. With every person passng whispering about Nathan and how tragic his death was irked him more and more. It was mostly the rumors and shit that wasn't true that made him want to punch every bigot in the face for even putting Nathan's name in his mouth. He sighed as he took a drag. He had a it of time before he had to be in room 244 for home room.


He saw Char and Camille walk up, he raised one of his eyebrows when Char started talking to him. "Hey ladies." he said greeting them. "I don't really give a fuck if they see me." He said in a dry tone. He wasn't really in the mood for bullshit right now. When Char took the cigarette from his mouth and put it out i took every ounce of his being not to tell her to fuck herself. He could tell she was trying to flirt with him and he wasn't having it at the moment. He pulled out another one and lit it. He looked at Camille, he could tell she was distraught. He half smiled at her almost as if to say. "I'm sorry, I know it hurts."





He was relieved when they left. Poor Camille got dragged around by Char all the time, Grayson shook his head. Nathan always complained about that to him. He wasn't far behind the girls heading into the building. He saw Char knock over a little blonde girl, then saw Camille help the girl. He was a dick, but he wasn't THAT much a of a dick...maybe he was. The little blonde girl was cute though. She looked young though, probably a freshman. He started walking to the homeroom when he noticed he and the blonde girl were walking to the same place. She must be older then...Once he thought about it she didn't really look familiar, she must've been new.


Once he got to the home room he sat a few seats in front of her. He looked back at the girl "Don't worry about Char, she more bark then bite." He turned back around and waited for everyone else to get to class. He pulled out a notebook from his bag and started doodling. He kinda wanted tha joint right about now.

 

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James Yoon | Greywall High | 14th August 2016 | AM

"Living without purpose is just survival." Anonymous
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James opened his eyes. Back from the realm of slumber, he awoke laying on his bed. His sleep was like a void, silent and empty. Not a single dream had strayed into his psyche since that fateful day and, honestly, it was better that way. Better than being plagued by nightmares. With a groan, the Korean clumsily rolled off the bed and walked towards the bathroom. Whether he liked it or not, it was the first day of school, the beginning of his last year and he had to prepare himself for the occasion.


One cold shower and outfit deciding later, James was in the kitchen, having himself a lonely breakfast of scrambled eggs and bread. Neither of his parents were awake at this time and it would be selfish of him to expect otherwise from them. Their lines of work were tiring enough. Still, he made sure to make 2 extra plates for them and left it on the dining table. As soon as the most important meal of his day was finished, James grabbed his backpack and headed out the door, making sure to pray before leaving for school.


Greywall High was close enough to the Yoon house for James to consistently walk home. Normally, James would enter the school with a smile on his face and a greeting for every soul, but not today. It was just...too strange. It felt entering an entirely new school without Nathan. All around him were familiar faces, but he knew that nothing would ever be the same. One small example, as James silently passed by Alexandra, he could've sworn by Christ that he smelled tobacco on her. Which was...a shock. James' impression of Alexandra was always that of innocence. But he digressed. As he has said numerous times, grief changed people. Perhaps that was only one form of stress relief for her. An escape. But to start meant risking addiction (flashes of his late grandfather who died of lung cancer entered his mind). And that would be horrible. So James brazenly grabbed Alexandra by the jacket (Oh my Lord that looks like Nathan's jacket I can't) and pulled her into earshot.


"Have you been smoking recently, Alexandra?" the Korean inquired, his shushed voice coming through gritted teeth, that only she would be the one to hear.


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Alex kept her head down as she wandered the halls of Greywall High, determined not to make eye contact with anyone. She could feel eyes on her regardless, watching her hesitant steps. Her mind was still misted over, hardly observing her surroundings, lost within her own thoughts. She wanted answers but knew that to get them she may have to talk to people, about Nathan. Whether she was ready for that or not she wasn't sure. Her mind puzzles over the mystery none the less.


<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_06/57a8cb26787ae_zoe-sugg(1).jpg.2971e8975a24728e6f9fd249afd4be25.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="137658" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_06/57a8cb26787ae_zoe-sugg(1).jpg.2971e8975a24728e6f9fd249afd4be25.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> She almost let out a scream when James pulled her aside, jolted from her thoughts. She hadn't even noticed him and now stood face to face, his hand firmly on Nathan's jacket. She looked at him with a mixture of desperation and annoyance. Why pull her aside? Wasn't she going through enough right now? He didn't keep her waiting however, voicing his concerns immediately.


"Have you been smoking recently, Alexandra?" His voice asked accusingly, accurately.


Alex did her best to maintain her expression, unsure of why she was hiding her morning activities but intent to hide them none the less.


"No I... I don't smoke." She lied simply, hoping he would relieve her of any further questions. "Nathan hated it." She continued, hoping to end the conversation there and avoid any more probing words.


Those words at least weren't a lie, as far as she was aware. They had talked about it in the past, and now she considered it she remembered the day. It was a nice afternoon in the Fall, the evening looking to be equally enjoyable. Alex sat in front of her mirror, straightening her hair as Nathan stood over by her bed, trying on various shirts. They were meeting Alex's dad, Nathan for the first time and he wanted to look smart. Alex was sure he would be impressed if Nathan wore sweats but that idea had been refused immediately by the golden boy.


"Now remember, just be yourself, I mean everyone else seems to love that version of you" Alex laughed at his nerves, eyeing him in the mirror.


"Really? I thought I would be my alcoholic, smoking, gambling alter-ego tonight, you know the satanist?" He smiled back, flashing a sly smirk.


"Drop the smoking and the two of you might actually get on." Alex fired back, giggling at the idea.


"You're in luck then, that's the one of the three I'm least likely to do." Nathan spoke, after the briefest of pauses.


"Not the gambling?" Alex queried surprised, knowing that Nathan more than anyone was sensible with his finances.


"I wouldn't bet on it." He joked back, prompting laughter from both of them.


She was right though, her father had loved him.


The fresh memory and its sudden recollection almost overwhelmed Alex, the intensity of it so pure. Tears began to form in one of her eyes. Alex looked away from James, tearing Nathan's jacket from his grasp.


"I-I have to go." She stuttered turning her back on the boy and making her way quickly through the crowds which seemed to part in front of her. It wasn't long before she reached room 244, her new homeroom. She opened the door slowly noticing some people were already in there, Grayson was the only one she recognised, sat next to a girl she didn't recognise. Must have been new. She quickly took a seat near the back, fighting to keep her tears from overwhelming her vision. She pulled Nathan's hood up over her head and rested her forehead on her palms. The first day back was always hard, she just had to survive today.

 

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Greywall High | 14th August 2016 | AM


Skylar's phone became uninteresting after awhile, she put her phone away in her purse and saw a guy sit a little in front of her. He was looking at her, she looked around and back at him. His comment about who she assumed was the girl who pushed her over made her raise her eyebrow. Her? Afraid of some blonde chick? please. I'm not afraid of Malibu Barbie. She said in a flat tone. The guy was kinda cute though, she smiled at him before he turned around. She looked around again, couple more people came in.


A girl wearing a hoodie sat with her in the back, she looked upset. Skylar bit her lip. She wanted to say something but part of her said it was none of her business and should just leave her alone. So instead she stared at the girl who now had her head down. The girl had looked familiar. After thinking for a few moments she realized this was one of the people i some of the pictures with Nathan across the school, maybe she was a close friend or something.


She leaned over ad gently put her hand on her arm. Hey, uh are you alright? Skylar asked, not really sure what else to say. When she leaned in she could smell faint cigarette smoke, it made her crinkle her nose. A lot of her Daddy's friends smoked them and being around them would often make her smell like cigarette and it would gross her out. Not that she was judging the girl whatsoever. She was probably having a bad day.





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A hole was ripped into Elliot's heart. It was strange...Nathan being gone. Elliot had always thought he would get back together with him. He could imagine them running off together into a sunset, like a cheesy old movie. Except, life wasn't a cheesy old movie. It was a strange collection of terrible B list movies with horrid actors. Actors who wanted nothing more than to turn the attention on them. Nathan's death was a gateway for some of them...People knew Nathan's inner circle. Elliot wasn't one of them. He was the ex. The asshole who abandoned Nathan after two years together. No one wanted to counsel Elliot. They thought he was apathetic towards Nathan...Not that Elliot needed counseling. Every corner of this school held enemies or druggies. The enemies who were competing to be on top like Elliot and the spoiled rich druggies who believed their lives sucked. Yeah...In these two categories, Elliot was an enemy. Always having his eye open, ready to attack. Except...Being with Nathan made him feel more like a druggy. He needed to be around Nathan. His everything was enrapturing. Despite not being near him for a year, Elliot could still remember Nathan's scent. He always smelled so...so...safe? Smelling safe really doesn't make sense. But to Elliot it did.


Elliot laid in his morning bath. He never really took baths, always showers. Nathan bathed a lot. They kind of grew on him. He tried to relax but the noises of the world were menacing. He could hear Nathan's friends ripping him apart. He knew they hated him. They were angry at him for what he had done...But Elliot couldn't blame them. Elliot was wrong. Elliot was always wrong. He was a freak who did not have the strength to do anything that was right. Instead he was pushed and pulled by his parents. Their perfect little invention. A doll with cogs and machinery inside. Perfect looks on the outside and a complexity only carved by man on the inside. He was amazing in their eyes, but in his own, he was terrible. In this grand design they had for him, he was never involved. He hated this...He hurt Nathan because of this. His eyes grew misty, tears streamed down and clashed against the bath water. Elliot was tired of himself...He submerged himself under the bath water. This life...he was tired of it. He wasn't a doll to be owned! The water entered his nostrils. He felt it harder to breath...It was what he always wanted...Until he heard a clapping. A familiar clapping. It was Nathan cheering for him. He was drawn to the noise. His head sprung up to see his surroundings. Nothing was there. But he still heart the clapping. He pushed his back against the edge of the tub and smiled. He thought of Nathan cheering him on. That was all he needed. Nathan wouldn't want him to die...but why? What did Nathan see in Elliot? Nobody knew...Not even Elliot. He left his bath and walked into his room.


He entered his tidy room and put on a black button down shirt, black pants, and a pair of black skate shoes. Yes...Black was the color. It hid any impurities that Elliot was feeling internally. He took a few steps down the stairs and peered through the spaces in between the rails. He saw his mother. She was asleep, luckily. She would be angry that he wasn't early. Everyday Elliot was supposed to be 30 minutes early to set up for practice. Elliot took small steps. Looking at his mother's face. This woman didn't love him, she loved the mask he put on. Within a full two minutes, he was outside the house and entering his car. His bag was in the back seat. He always kept it there to make sure he wouldn't forget. He drove to the local school slowly. There was no rush today.


When he finally arrived, he left his car and placed on his black bookbag. He saw Nathan's friends, one of them was smoking. Elliot needed a drug, but that wasn't the type he needed. He walked onward, trying not to make eye contact. They were emotional and Elliot was an easy target. He entered the school and walked up a flight of stairs. Room 244. That was his homeroom now. He looked at the classroom outside and put his hand on the door knob. He didn't push...He just sat there for a second. A memory coming into his head of the hallway. This was the place where Nathan approached him to break things off...This was the place where Elliot realized what he had lost. This was it. He shed tears. No...Actually he full on cried. He let out a river of tears and heaving. He sat down on the ground and moved a few inches from the door. He put his bag in front of his head to cover it from people walking. Nothing would stop these tears.
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James Yoon | Greywall High | 14th August 2016 | AM

"Sometimes being a person means violently raising your middle finger against the world." Anonymous
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Before James could even question her further, Alexandra was already on her way. That, to him, was as good as confirmation. An innocent woman would have nothing to hide. Her dodging the question meant that, indeed, she did not want James to know whatever she was hiding. He debated chasing after her, but decided that if anyone deserved a break here, it was definitely her. So James let it go and sought out his new homeroom for the year.


Room 244 would be his new homeroom. As it turned out, James would be sharing it with some familiar faces. There was Camilla here, also Grayson, poor Elliot and, in a shocking twist, Alexandra among others. But to be fair, to the Student Council President, there shouldn't ever be something as an unfamiliar face in his school. He had business with everyone, has had conversations with almost everyone and in all that, he still had a grand total of 0 close friends. It was all professional to him, colleague to colleague. Bonds may strengthen in time, but eventually they would have to break. Nathan Green was a testament to that fact. However, one face eluded James' recognition...


A girl of short stature, fair haired and with a pale complexion. She looked fine, but James couldn't shake off the feeling that she hadn't exactly been that way up until recently. Like someone after an...operation...


Could this be...the recipient of Nathan's heart?


James was informed at one point that his eternal rival was a registered heart donor and that some fortunate person would receive his heart upon his death. For all anyone knew, said person was not from around here, likely coming from a different state. As such, James would have no knowledge of them. So could she be the one? It seemed more than likely at this point. He would have to inquire about her as well, but for now, first period was top priority. The Korean took a seat at the very front, closest to the blackboard and closest to the door. As he always had. Everyone knew it to be his seat.


No one cared enough to dispute it.