Realistic or Modern Silver Oak Academy: Season 1

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Aeliana

This was it. Last year had been almost boringly normal, and of course she didn't expect anyone to listen or bow to a freshman-- except for the freshman obviously. Aeliana wasn't waiting for anyone to worship her because her name was on every building around here, or because she was named after the library. Let's be clear about something, she didn't expect anyone to do anything. Elena knew she was in a position of power over them, and if they didn't know that already, that was their fault. Most people parted the hallways for her and it was a good feeling. She could get used to it fairly quickly. Correction, she had to get used to it. A sophomore this year, and in the next ten years, the headmistress.

But she had time to worry about the next ten years... in the next ten years.

Right now it was time to introduce herself to her new roommate. Ah, dorms. A person placed in privilege usually would've hated the fact they hated to share a tiny room with another, not Elena. This was all apart of the Sliver Oak experience, and with other boarding schools in general. But it's not like she didn't have the choice to live with her uncle across campus. Being who she was came with privileges of course. But no, why attend Sliver Oak if you're not going to do it right? Aeliana did three quick knocks on the door before letting herself into her own room on the first floor. Entering to see a brunette, who was.... rather model like and slight envy threatened to break through her forced smile. "Êtes-vous mon colocataire?" Elena had done her research on her roommate, and speaking the same language was seeming to look like the perfect upside to sharing a room for a year.

"I'm Aeliana Longford. It's a pleasure." Was the last sentence a lie? Perhaps. But little Isabelle wouldn't be able to tell, Aeliana had a thing with people. "You can call me Elena." The brunette held out a hand with freshly painted nails, bracelets and a ring that accompanied it. She wasn't a show off, never. But a woman like her needed to show how successful her family, she is.
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[Dede]

Stu

Stu cast his eyes up the coiling staircase. Arriving at a premature stop one step above his last, he grunted, stooped at the knees, before wiping his sweaty palms against his trousers. God, how did his bag get to be so HEAVY? What was he even keeping in there? A year’s worth of KitKats?

Whatever the contents of his luggage, he wasn’t too far from the top now. You can do it, Stu. Just a couple more… *grunt* steps… Errrghhghhhh!!

He heaved again, stopped again, panted again. Beads of sweat dripped down his reddened cheeks. The torment carried on for some minutes, until there was only one leg of stairs left to be climbed. One. Final. Push.

Approaching the top, Stu gave his luggage a final yank with all the remaining strength his scrawny self could muster. Well, perhaps he shouldn’t have yanked so hard… because the handle came flying right off his bag!!

He could do nothing but look on in horror. Detached at the top, the bag made a graceful tumble backwards, away from the boy’s reach. Gravity willing, the heavy mass that comprised his precious belongings went into a senseless free fall. Stu now threw himself at the balusters, just in time to catch the terrific CRASH which echoed throughout the whole building.

The bag split at the feet of a few older kids. Socks, boxers, underwear and all came spilling out like an ill-conceived jack-in-the-box. And yes, the obligatory KitKats too. The boys at the bottom of the stairs broke into a hysterical fit of laughter, pocketed the chocolates (finders keepers!), before angling their eyes up the stairwell. ‘Look up! It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s Necktie AKA Captain Underpants!’

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After begrudgingly repeating his whole ascent, Stu aka Neck Tie aka Captain Underpants finally hauled his wrecked luggage to a stop in front of Room 12. He quietly composed himself in front of the door. If the letter from the porter was to be trusted, the room behind this door was to be his room from now till the end of his sophomore year. Ten months. That's a scary thought, considering he barely survived the last ten.

It wasn’t locked. He leant against the cold wood, knocked lightly and pushed right in. Inside, he encountered a stranger dressed in white, with his whole face covered in bright pink face mask. The only thing missing from this beauty spa commercial were the cucumbers over the male’s eyelids.

The evidently homosexual stranger was also barefooted. Evidently. After an awkward pause, Stu finally mumbled:

‘Oh, um, sorry. I think... I think I’ve got the wrong room—’ With that said he quickly retreated into the hallway, bewildered.

In the hallway, the boy scratched his head and looked at the letter in his hands again. The number did clearly say 12, and so did the number on the door.

A few seconds later, the door creaked open and the same boy peeked inside again.

‘… You’re not Graham though,’ he said with a twitch of the eyebrows. ‘— Wait, who are you?’

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[mogy]

Noah Stewart

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It had been a very nice summer, at least for Noah.

It had begun on a really weird note, which was a sign that it wasn't going to be a good one, but even the constant thoughts about what had happened on the last day of his sophomore year didn't ruin the summer for Noah. He spent the entirety of the sunny summer going on frequent hikes, meeting new people, working on his photography skills, and of course, keeping in touch with most of his friends. He had quite a lot of people he considered his friends, and he missed every single one of them. True, the internet does exist nowadays, but messaging your friends isn't the same as having the ability to be in the same room with them, to be able to hear their voice, and that was one of the faults of going to a boarding school.

When he was yet to experience boarding school life 2 years ago, just starting his freshman year, he was absolutely terrified. He didn't know if the people there were going to be mean or not, he didn't know if he would like his roommate, he didn't know anything, and not knowing things wasn't exactly something Noah particularly enjoyed. However, his worries were soon eased when he met his first friends, ones he was very excited to see after almost 2 months.

The 11-hour-long flight was another thing Noah especially disliked about going to boarding school, but even with it, he was extremely excited to start school again. He wanted to hang out with people again. He wanted to do clubs and activities again. He liked having his days filled out to the maximum, as he was used to it.

"Well, thank you, random hot guy, for carrying my luggage all the way to the third floor. I could kiss you, but you are kind of sweaty." Noah waved bye to the guy. Noah was only joking, of course, about appearing snobbish. He didn't know the guy, but the guy seemed friendly enough and had offered his help with carrying luggage. Noah couldn't possibly carry all the luggage without waking up his friendly hedgehog friend Barry whose cage he had been holding firmly in his hand, and with hedgehogs being night animals it wasn't a good idea to wake him.

Holding the excess of baggage and Barry inside of his cage, Noah barely made it to the dorm room he had been situated in for the past 2 years. Number 27. Some of his stuff had been on the shelves already, leftover from before the summer, but other than that, bunks, desks and two sets of drawers, the room was empty. Oh, and of course, Noah's new dormmate had already been inside.

"Hi! I'm Noah." He said after putting down Barry's cage and the other luggage, offering the boy a handshake.

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[KingofAesir]

Xavier

This was not Xavier's first rodeo. This place was as familiar now as the back of his very smooth hand. That familiarity was a comfort to him, he didn't like places he didn't know and it was easy for him to feel lost. Almost the exact moment he'd gotten here last year he had been making the rounds, scoping out every place he could get access too. No one had questioned him as he floated through the halls of random buildings like a ghost, inspecting every corner and every hiding hole. Xavier would like to call himself an expert, but he doubted that he was that. There might be some things that escaped his scrutinizing gaze but he would soon discover everything. Every corner and open field in this godforsaken place. Just because somewhere was familiar though didn't mean Xavier had to like it. The only reason he'd been sent here is because his parents didn't want to deal with his acting out. Excellent parenting. Really. Xavier had to applaud them. A boarding school was the quintessential place for rich, negligent parents to send their trouble-making children. His father was a ball lacking coward and his mother was too busy with her brand to worry about him, but she definitely couldn't have him ruining her name by painting the town red. Literally. The only time his mother paid him a second glance was when he painted her brilliant face across the front of every store he could manage. It wasn't good attention but any attention was attention Xavier wanted. New York was a scene. A perfect place for the cultivating of an artist of the truth. Xavier only ever painted truths, only ever sculpted realities and no one ever seemed to appreciate his art but those street urchins crawling the streets and clubs of New York City. Or maybe it was his canvas they hated. Xavier could splash some paint across a canvas and get paid millions to hang it up on a pristine white wall, in a pristine white room, in a pristine white building, filled with pristine white people. Millions. For a toddlers finger painting. Xavier scoffed readily at the art world of today. There was once an appreciation for true art, for something that actually made sense sculpted from the hands of true masters. Xavier longed for that time again where his sculptures could line the streets of New York, or Athens like they once had all those centuries ago. Maybe he was a romantic for thinking that people would want sculptures lining the streets again, and if he was then he would be a romantic through and through. At least romantics had hope.

Hope a beautiful, gorgeous thing to be cherished and savored, a spark in the dark. Hope was someone handing you a flashlight while you flailed around in the dark, a hug from your mother, a smile of pride from your father, a high five from your brother. Xavier dreamed of having that kind of hope again, hope that his parents would change their minds about leaving Greece, hope that they would bring him back home, hope that his brother would actually know him someday. A dream that they still cared. Xavier had a dream once about his brother. A tall man, confident, smooth with his words a picture of everything that his parents had wanted Xavier to be. Maybe it had been a nightmare because Xavier had watched as his family walked into a formal event, all smiles, two hands on his brother's shoulders. Presenting their pride and joy to the rich and famous of New York and he was trapped behind a soundproof box, watching as they forgot about him. No matter how much he begged and pleaded, no matter hard he banged against the invisible barrier, they paid no mind. Sure, they were paying for this school, and sure he had gone home over the summer but they were only paying for it because they couldn't just kick him out on the street and when he'd been home it was like he wasn't there at all. His brother was a baby. A baby that he hadn't even been allowed to hold. A baby that might never even know him at all if they kept going at this rate. It was like he never existed. His room had been turned into a closet for god's sake. But that was fine, Xavier didn't care. Xavier didn't care about anything but partying and sculpting. There were no parents here to ignore him. Here he was alone but less alone than he was at home. Here he could focus.

As soon as Xavier had arrived in his newly assigned room number 12 he had set about to do something he knew would calm him. A face mask. Xavier would take no slack for the girly thing. Face masks were good for your skin and Xavier had a beautiful image to protect. He couldn't have stray pimples ruining his sculpted visage. Xavier's looks were his pride, there was not a moment you would find his face looking bedraggled or tired. While his wardrobe and hair might tell the opposite story. Xavier's clothes were somehow always crumpled or undone, which always seemed to get him in trouble at school, and his hair was always unkempt with eternal bed head. While his face was pretty, his everything else was not. Blame it on his hobby. Xavier's hands were seemingly always coated in clay and his clothes always had at least one drop of paint. But still, he held an air of importance even if he looked like a hectic mess. When one very nervous looking brunette boy walked into the room happened to be one of the few times Xavier looked fairly put together. He looked up from the sketchpad in his hands as the boy entered the room and chuckled as he soon exited again. A few moments later, he was back and sheepishly asking who Xavier was. Xavier smiled and promptly took to jumping out of his bed and, with a skill unmatched, pulled his face mask off in one smooth motion. Tossing the thing in the trash can near the foot of his bed, Xavier approached the shorter boy and went so far as to bow to him.

"A pleasure, sir." He winked as he came back up and offered a hand to the boy, "My name is Xavier Ambrosio Cosmos and I ate your old roommate to acquire this room." His smile did not falter even has he joked so blatantly. New people were always a pleasure, even if Xavier had a habit of scaring them off before they even got two words in.

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[Elf_Ruler]

Today was the day, the day to actually return to Silver Oak, Tatum had been sent to stay with her aunt around two weeks ago but now she was able to actually go back to Silver Oak, not that she really cared but it beat fighting with her dad. So, there she was at the gates, her aunt dropping her off wishing her a good school year and Tatum was only listening halfheartedly to her aunt, just nodding and throwing in a few “yeahs” but for the most part just waiting to escape the stuffy vehicle. She had enjoyed coming back to Oregon though there wasn’t much to do around the area but at least her aunt let her have freedom for the two weeks.

Once she was released from the car Tatum grabbed her bags and boxes and quickly set them in front of her dorm, luckily she was on the first floor this year so she didn’t have to lug any items up the stair and her father said the rest of her items would be delivered later on. She thanked her aunt and she really hated flaunting her wealth even though she was here at this school, but she would rather carry and unpack everything on her own, she didn’t need strangers touching her items. She grabbed her key to the room, but the door was already unlocked, she poked her head through and saw another blonde.

Tatum didn’t recognize this girl, but she gave her a smile, “Hi, I’m Tatum.” The girl had been packing her items away, it looked like she was already organizing her half of the room, “It looks like we’re roomies. I don’t recognize you, are you new?” Of course, Tatum was curious, and she hoped that she would get along with her roommate, she was going to be stuck with her for a whole school year so she would like to get along with her. Or at least tolerate her to some extent, her other roommate had been a nightmare so this year all she wanted was someone who wasn’t a slob or a bitch.

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Brayden was sitting in the back of the taxi as he was being driven to Silver Oak, sure his parents could have given him a town car to bring him to the school but they always wanted him to remember that he had no money and that it belonged to them and to remind him that he was still in a lot of trouble. So, the drive though it wasn’t too long he hated every second of it. The cab driver was a chatty man and Brayden really hadn’t felt much like conversating, but he kept up the mild chit chat. Brayden hadn’t really wanted to go to boarding school but at least he would already have a friend, though he knew Tatum would probably be busy unpacking her room. So, he knew he would be mostly on his own in navigating his new school, but at least he didn’t have to rush around, the school was giving them all time to settle in.

When Brayden had arrived, he grabbed his bags tipped the driver and was onto finding his room. The school was large compared to his last one, but he was glad that the directions had put him at the boy’s dorm area. Now all he had to do was find his room and get himself settled in first floor second room so it shouldn’t have been too hard. He was glad for the ease. He turned the handle and he was finally in his home for the next however many months. He opened his biggest suitcase to pull out his bedding, his mom had already sent him boxes and they would be in within the week. So, for now his half of the room would be scarce, it was hard not being from Oregon because he had to have everything sent to him. He remembered Tatum mentioning something about having her stuff sent in as well, but she had already done this once, so Brayden was still confused. But at least everything was still seeming to look up for him.

 

[Twin Fantasy]

Vered Demsky

It was nice out. Perfect weather for a walk. But Vered hadn't the time. The long, arduous drive from Florida to Oregon was almost over, thank God. The whole family was packed into mom's blue minivan, the only thing large enough to handle all the kids and all of his belongings. Meir lucked out. He was so old, he didn't even have to come. Mom just figured he could take care of himself and gave him the usual 'no sex, no drugs, no parties' business before football-carrying Orly out the door.

Vered sat in the far back, not wanting to deal with Orly and Chayim slapping each other all throughout the drive. Orly was getting to an age where she was becoming particularly intolerable. Vered was, of course, still mad that she left a bag of gummy bears on his gaming PC in the summer, where they promptly melted and ruined the whole thing. For a little while, he'd been working on his autobiography. Tallahassee Red Roses was the working title, as he was from Tallahassee and his name meant "rose", plus it had a nice ring to it, a title he wouldn't mind hearing mumbled among book critic circles. But at some point, he got carsick, and out of fear of blowing chunks all over his notebook, he closed it for a later date.

It'd been about two days by the time his parents rolled into a hotel. They quickly checked in for a night and dropped off all the non-Vered luggage before piling back into the car, much to Orly's chagrin. Vered wondered how quickly she'd get bored on the one-night vacation to Nowheresville, Oregon. All that remained was the drive to Silver Oak, which Vered desperately tuned out using the songs of Cole Porter on his phone.

Perfect weather for a walk, but Vered hadn't the time.

After receiving his room address, the Demskymobile puttered off on several accidental detours before finally finding the White Oak dorm. Unfortunately, Vered's room was on the third floor. He paled a bit, thinking of all the stairs. The process of bringing things up was just as arduous as the drive. His father had convinced him to do most of the heavy lifting. ("Come on, son! You're a man, aren't you? Gotta build some muscle!") It left Vered feeling absolutely exhausted.

Finally, he went back to the remainder of his family. Mom was watching the two youngers in the car to keep them from messing up anything. Vered got a big hug from his mom and dad, and a smaller hug from Chayim. Orly kissed him on the cheek, and then called him stinky. With that, they were gone. Vered made a final, painful walk upstairs... and found the room positively empty.

Surely my roomie is just late. Vered assured himself, beginning to make his bed. He took the one on the left wall, as he preferred, hastily putting up posters to mark his territory.

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[Dazzle]

Hayden Anderson

Hayden was finally back at school, thankfully, he was so grateful to be away from home once again. Home was better, Hayden and Harper's father was finally starting to get back on the wagon. But, whenever they were home Lucas always had a harder time. Hayden spent as much time as he could away from home, or out on his roof where Harper would usually join him. Hayden's flight barely was three hours, arriving at the airport his sister and him then took an hour long taxi ride to the school.

Hayden opened the door to the taxi, grabbing his backpack off the floor and swinging it over his shoulder as the driver took their suitcases out of the trunk. Hayden took in a deep breath of Oregon air as he stared up at the school that he considered home. "Home sweet home." He elbowed his sister as she walked up beside him. "I'm figuring you're off to go find Chase now?"

"Not quite yet." Harper smirked with a slight eye roll. "I'm going to go meet my roommate first. Catch up later?" Harper raised an eyebrow at her brother as their dorms were in opposite buildings.

"See you later, sis." Hayden smiled and made his way towards the boys dorms. He didn't have his roommate assigned ahead of time, he wasn't even sure what his name could be. You would think that after a year at school he would of been able to pick his own roommate but it didn't work out like that this year. All he knew was his roommate was new to the school, he just hoped that he wouldn't be some loser like necktie or graham.

Hayden felt relieved to be on the first floor, he was tired from all the packing and traveling and honestly. Just didn't feel like walking up stairs right now. It didn't take much looking to find his room number, 2. Opening the door Hayden stepped inside to find his roommate had already moved in. Hayden walked over to the empty bed, dropping his backpack down upon it.

"Hey, I'm Hayden." He reached his hand out to his new roommate with a small smirk on his face.

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[Twin Fantasy]

Shawn Orozco

Mom had a look on her face. Her mouth said "don't leave me" and her eyes said "weed is super lit". The hardest part, at the end of every break, was leaving. Shawn hated the way she looked at him. He knew why she gave him those puppy eyes. When he wasn't home, the Orozco farm didn't make as much money, because his parents were too lazy to do any of the work. Motherfuckers lived like they were cast in an off-Broadway production of Rent. Plus, his mom was particularly horrified that he'd gotten his scholarship for his prowess in boxing. Nonviolence was sort of her thing. Even if she wanted to be violent, usually, she was too stoned out of her mind. The idea of Shawn paying his way by harming others broke her heart, even though he assured her that there wasn't anything wrong with it.

The drive was a boring one, he ended up pulling over outside of a gas station and taking an hourlong nap in his car. The red pick-up truck. She went by many names. Shawn himself had stolen the name 'Dick Turpin' from Good Omens, but she'd honestly be good as a 'Lucy' or 'Betty'. Maybe a 'Beverly'.

Your paint job is winter fire,
January Embers,
My engine burns there too

But he finally arrived, parked, and was directed to the senior dorm. Though Longford House was nicer than last years' lodgings technically, Shawn hated the idea of sharing a room with two, possibly three other people. How do I make a decent impression? Do I tell them I'm basically a recreational crossdresser, or do I just let them find out? Do I look okay? Today he was in relatively lazy drag just to get that question out of the way early, though how well his roomies would take it was a different story.

Noah had always said he liked the way Shawn did his own make-up, but Noah didn't speak for the heterosexual population. Those folks were always a gamble. Frankly, Shawn's gaydar could use a bit of work. Is he a gay stud, or a douchey frat bro? Is he a twink, or just a simp? Is that guy always in a tie to impress me, or is he a Mormon? Many, many questions to think about. Shawn wasn't sure he'd feel comfortable banging a roommate, but having them all be gay would be a pretty sweet deal. He felt sort of the same way talking to straight-folk as he did talking to dogs. We're communicating in some sense, but I dunno if we're understanding each other.

Regardless, he pulled up as close to Longford as he was allowed, which he didn't feel was close enough, and slugged his multiple suitcases into his assigned dorm. The first one. Immediately, he claimed a bed against a wall so he could hang up pictures and posters. He had a neat one of the John Waters film Pink Flamingos, a thing he'd spent far too much on, but didn't really care.

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kekoa

Dazzle Harper​

Kekoa arrived a little earlier than her roommate, having already lived near the area since the beginning of summer. The drive lasted for a couple of hours. Yet, it felt like it lasted for a century, watching endless fields of trees zoom past by the car window. At least she had control over the car radio. During the first hour, Mom would call or text every 15 to 20 minutes. She only did it to make sure they were still alive, even though Bernard was the most trusted driver that never road-raged. Her mom would’ve joined the trip if long car rides or any ride didn’t make her anxious.

While her dad made a few rounds to and from the Jeep Wrangler bringing in his daughter’s bags, Kekoa stayed in the dorm, stretching her legs after the long drive. She decorated her side of the room, placing blankets and pillows on the bed to remind her of home a bit. Bernard helped stick adhesive hooks on the wall for her to set up a few decorations that needed them, including a picture copy of The Great Wave off Kanagawa above her bed. When it looked like he wasn’t needed anymore, her dad stepped under the doorway and turned to his daughter. “Got the pepper spray I have you earlier, yeah?”

“And the spare one in case I lose that. Yes,” she said as if this was a normal daily routine for a dad to remind his kid of the two pepper spray canisters that were tucked in her bag.

Bernard made an approved soft grunt and nodded. “Good. C’mere, time to wish me luck.” With an amused, sympathetic smile on her face, Kekoa threw her arms around him for a big bear hug. Not only was this his first year teaching at Silver Oak, but this was also his first time being a teacher ever as well as being a coach for the school’s wrestling team. Most couldn’t tell at the first glance from an imposing guy trying to play it cool like him, but Kekoa knew he was kind of nervous.

“You’re gonna crush those marshmallows into shape, Papa Bear.”

“Yeah, I know I will.” Five more seconds of the bear hug, Bernard planted a kiss on top of her head. “You know where to find me. See you later, cocoa bean.”

After he left, Kekoa put her phone in a small speaker dock and listened to her music playlist, propped up the custom Hawaii license plate with the word KAPTAIN on her desk, and slowly spun in her chair for a moment. Boredom started to set in, so she took out her tenor ukulele from its case, which laid next to her violin case on the carpet beside her desk, and lazily played some chords along with a Walk The Moon song that just started on the speaker dock.

 

[Dazzle]

Harper Anderson

By the end of last term Harper had finally started to feel comfortable with her surrounds at Silver Oaks, she had a group of great friends, and a great boyfriend. Everything felt right in the world for Harper, she loved school for the first time in a long time and was excited to go back as a junior this year. She was truly happy. The days leading up to the arrival at school couldn't have gone any faster as she longed to be back with her friends.

Harper exited the taxi, waving a quick goodbye to her brother as he ran off to find his room. She tipped the driver and pulled her airpods out of her pocket, popping one out to listen to her music as she walked to her own dorm. Harper loved the feeling of the sun on her skin, she wanted to make sure she got a chance to soak up as much as she could before it turned to cold. Stopping for a moment she took a big breath in closing her eyes she tilted up her up to the sun taking in every little bit of sunshine she could before walking through the door to her dorm.

Harper heard the door in front of her open and it brought her back to reality, a older gentleman walked through the front door of building, Harper could only assume it was the father of one of the girls helping them move in. Harper's smile slipped from her face, a part of Harper wished her dad would help her and Hayden move in, but she knew that having him out to Silver Oaks would never go well. It was better that he kept his distance.

Harper pushed all thoughts about her dad from her head and made her way into the building, she didn't have to walk far her room was on the first floor, number 4. Harper knocked lightly on the door before turning the handle and walking in. Harper pulled out her airpod and adjusted her bag on her back. "Hi.." Harper rolled the airpod in between her fingers. She promised herself she'd be less awkward this year when meeting new people, obviously old habits die hard.

"I think I'm your roommate, Harper." She smiled nervously and looked behind her to drop her bag down on the empty bed. "I love the music."

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[Dazzle]

Graham Moore

Graham had already received the dreaded text from Stu, Graham was only a little bit confused if he asked if he was in some Greek guys stomach. Turns out the administration had ignored their request to be dormed together for the second year. Graham had no idea what would be waiting for him in his room when he got there. He checked in with the front to figure out where the heck he was supposed to be.

"Excuse me... What room am I in?" The lady looked up from behind the desk, already annoyed by the amount of times she had been asked that question today.

She scowled from behind her glasses. "Name?" As she raised her eyebrows at Graham.

"Right.. I guess that would be helpful.. Moore, Graham Moore." He smiled taking a big breath in. Trying to get on the better side of the lady.

"First floor, white oak, room 4." She went back to starring at her computer, doing who knows what.

"Thank you!!!" Graham tried to get her attention but the lady was blatantly ignoring him, which meant it was time for Graham to move on. He walked out of the office and across campus passing the giant oak tree in the middle of the common. He wished that he could hang out outside more, but there was only limited times of the day that it was safe. Rather he spent most of his time in the boiler room with Stu eating kitkats and avoiding being hunted.

Graham swung his body as he walked across campus, he walked with a bounce in his step as he made his way to his dorm. His parents told him they would send his stuff along in a few days. The less he brought the less of a target he was on his walk to his dorm. Graham was grateful for his first floor dorm, this meant that at least when him and Stu were running from the bullies they wouldn't have to run up 3 flights of stairs to make it to their dorm room.

Graham fiddled with the door before getting it to unlock, he went in and by some miracle his roommate hadn't moved in yet, which meant, Graham got the pick of the beds!!!! He was so excited, he obiviously picked the bed furthest from the door, and closet to the window just in case he had to make a quick escape. Graham was ready for the new year, and couldn't wait to see his friends... Well one best friend and the rest were mostly acquaintances that probably only put up with him because they were all looser outcasts.

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Carter Zigmond

Summer was too long for Carter, of all the 8 weeks she was off from school she spent a total of one at home. Coming to Sliver Oak had been the best thing for her. She had learned a lot about herself the past two years away from home, and she realized how toxic her family was. Because of this Carter decided to pay extra to stay at Sliver Oaks over the holidays. She pretty much lived in Oregon at this point, of course she missed the city, but it wasn't worth it to go home. Her mother ignored her, and when she didn't she was criticizing Carter and everything she did. So after trying to spend one week with her family Carter packed back up, bought a ticket to California, spent a week with a distant family member sunning herself on the beaches before coming back to Oregon.

Carter spent the Summer working, she stayed off campus for the most part, really only coming back to sleep. Carter may have put on a face that she hated the school, but this was truly home for her. She couldn't wait till her friends were back, she couldn't wait to see Alaska and Raven. And she even missed Eli, even with his arrogant ass tenancies.

Because Carter never really left the school she was already all set up in her room and just had to wait on her roommate to get there. She didn't end up sending in a request at the end of sophomore year, there wasn't anyone she really would of wanted to room with. She played jump rope with boundaries when it came to her friends, and it was probably better they didn't room together.

She knew who her roommate was however, and she wasn't exactly sure how it would go. Her and JJ ran in different groups which was probably a good thing, but they both also ran hot and Carter really didn't feel like fighting with her roommate all the time. She hoped that the two of them would be able to ignore each other for the most part. It's not like Carter planned to spend much time in her room anyways.

Carter put her headphones back in before laying down in her bed, she picked up her book off of her end table and opened it up to the folded page that she had left off on the night previously. "The Woman in Cabin 10" had drawn her entertainment for the time being, Carter zoned out and pictured herself on a yacht like cruise as she waited for her roommate to show up.


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[Moonshadow]

🅕🅛🅞🅡🅔🅝🅒🅔 ​

At first, Florence believed it was hard to sneak into a Ivy League private institution. Turns out, it’s easy and she was able to successfully pull it off for a year. However, she had her doubts that the façade will bleed into the next year. Now, it’s not a matter of how she’ll get caught, it’s when will she get caught. Florence stared out the window, watching as the trees covered the sky with their emerald leaves, beginning to turn a shade of orange. August. Summer blew it’s last breath and now Fall wants to take hold of the world, Florence will miss it. As summer had brought more than hot temperatures and ocean waters, it brought her sister home.

“Stop daydreaming, won’t you?” Naomi slapped her on the shoulder, causing Florence to recoil a little bit. “Mom is calling, remember what we rehearsed.”

Florence rolled her eyes. “She never asks about me anyways, you know what you want to say.”

Naomi frowned and answered the call. Their mother’s voice was heard on the car speakers, first came the slight chatter of other people in the background then the “hi sweeties.”

“Hi Mom.” The girls said in unison.

“Do you have everything? Sanitizer, bedsheets, uniform, iron, soap, pain reliever?”

“I do.” Naomi nodded from behind the wheel, glancing at Florence as if saying ‘do you?’ Florence rolled her eyes and nodded. Even her sister didn’t think she had two brain cells to remember the basics. “How about you? Are you okay?” Naomi asked.

“Oh yes I’m wonderful. It’s a drag on my feet, I got two new blisters today. I might have to ask Edward for new shoes.”

“Ask him to take you out less.” Florence injected, making Naomi’s head turn sharply.

“I mean, that would be nice. But there’s always a party and there’s always a wife to be shown off.” Her mother said wistfully. “How about you Florence? Are you dropping your sister off?”

Naomi grinned a little behind the wheel. She was right, the rehearsal was needed after all. “I’m fine! I’m dropping her off, I made sure she had everything and that she bought her textbooks early. After, I’m gonna head to my fall camp.”

“I’m glad you like your camp sweetie! Do you move up the scout ranks every year you return?”

Naomi stopped herself from laughing. “Uh, sort of. It’s astrology camp, not girl’s scout. Although, it does get lonely every year when you can’t use your phone.” Florence still couldn’t believe her mother fell for the camp. ‘An remote area in nature away from technology in order to be one with the stars. No cell phones or calling cell phones.’ “Oh look it’s the school! Naomi has to get unpacked!”

“Oh okay I won’t bother you girls then. Call me when you can! Love you!”

“Love you!” The girls said in unison again and Florence pressed the phone to end the call.

“I love being right.” Naomi glanced over at the school’s lake as they got closer to the entrance.

Florence rolled her eyes. “I’ll have you know I’m apart of the limited seating astronomy camp, rising up the scout ranks. We will sell cookies to martians eventually.” Florence laughed at her own humor before getting quiet again seeing the entrance of Silver Oak. “So...Where are you going to go?”

“Anywhere, but here...” Naomi got silent and looked over. “I... know what you’re thinking. You’re gonna do great though. You’re gonna get good grades, good friends, and I don’t know, good boyfriend. No wait I lied, no boyfriend. I’ll personally row across the ocean to punch any guy who touches you.”

Florence smoothed down her hair nervously. “Right.” Although, all those things weren’t causing her grief. It was the fact she was gonna be here again, without Naomi.

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Florence put the finishing details on the wall before stepping back and tucking her suitcases under her bed. She had hugged Naomi goodbye before the two went their separate ways. She was thankful her roommate wasn’t here yet, or else she would’ve seen her cry. She washed herself up in the bathroom before going back into her closet and taking out the school uniform. “Cool. Great. Nice to see you again old friend.” She laid it out on the dresser beside her bed before laying down in it.

Just when she was going to close her eyes, she heard the door open. Immediately, Flo sat up and tossed her legs over the bed. “Oh hi! You must be my roommate! I’m Naomi Kannon. But, I like using my middle name, Florence. So... call me Flo. What’s your name?”

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[lion.]

Red Donovan​

The rattling of a door knob caused a certain sixteen-year old city boy to pivot around.

“Oh. I-wow. It’s like you have teleportation. Cool, cool. Well, didn’t see you there! Before, I mean. Now, I see you. If I really didn’t see you there that...that would be a problem. But, that doesn’t matter, ha. Hi, Noah!” Red broke out surprisingly fast in a ripple of earnesty, being more slothful when it came to shaking hands, “-I’m Red! Red Donovan.”

Noah appeared oblivious to his embarrassment. For a roommate who was inborn with natural height, naturally handsome with roots of charcoal hair, and implicitly popular with a strenuous latitude to athleticism, that was strange to say the least. Ponderous in his valentine-shaped eyes that were brown as the bow of a violin, and a head full of reactions and brown curls, Red Donovan scarcely remembered that he was still shaking Noah’s hand.

“Sorry,” Red hastily acknowledged with an awkward laugh, looking down as if the floor experienced a rift, “My hand might be a little sweaty. I think so, anyways.”

Red turned to the ajar windows, then to his luggage which sat in a sad lump beneath it.

“So, uh, I hope you don’t mind that stuff,” Red shortly, spinning back with insistence, “I mean if you are bothered by it, it’s no problem either. I’ll just throw it out that window.” He parted his lips to laugh, then cleared his throat.

“Wait. Is that-” Red inquired when he startlingly let his vision wander, “Dude, that’s tuff!”

Can he sound anymore of an idiot?

“You have a hedgehog?” he incredulously asked, eyes lighting up.

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[mogy]

Noah Stewart

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The boy already inside the dorm room, undoubtedly Noah's new roommate, seemed kind of scared or nervous, and Noah sympathized with him more than he would've guessed. Noah was aware that he did look pretty popular and quite mean, even though he was neither of those things, and he was also aware of how scary any school, not to talk about boarding schools, can be for a new student who is alone for (probably) the first time in their life.

As the boy spoke sentences and sentences in just one breath, Noah couldn't help but smile at the whole scene going on in front of him. He wasn't mocking the guy, no. Noah was simply glad that he had been placed with this goofy and seemingly nerdy guy as his roommate than some random moron, but besides that, the picture in itself was quite comical.

The guy apologized for his hand being sweaty, and even if it was, Noah wouldn't notice because his hand was also kind of sweaty from pulling the baggage from the start of the hallway all the way to the dorm room. Of course, Noah had reassured the boy that there was absolutely nothing to apologize for and that he was fine.

"No, it's okay, there is plenty of room, as you can see." Noah laughed, spreading his arms in a gesture to show just how much room there actually was.

Noah stepped into the room fully, and apart from the stench from last year, there wasn't anything different. As Noah looked through the window, he could see all the students, most familiar faces, settling back into their rooms, eager or not-so-eager to start the new school year.

"Tuff? No, his name is Barry. He's asleep now, but you can help me feed him later when he wakes up, if you want, that is. Only one condition, though." Noah put his finger up to gesture the mentioned number. After waiting for a second or two to add the suspense, he continued: "I get the bottom bunk."

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[geminiy]

Isabelle Dupont

Exhausted didn't even begin to express how absolutely wiped poor Bella was. The long flight from Paris to Portland would have been bad enough but somehow, the airport misplaced her luggage which lead to a five hour debacle and one very displeased Bella. And then there was the overbooking of flights that left Jackie stranded at an airport for hours. When she finally arrived, the pair missed their bus and ended up spending far too much money on a cab to lug them and their things to the academy.

When Bella had arrived at the academy, she was quick to find her room and took a much needed nap. There was no time for unpacking, no time to take in the beautiful scenery of the academy that she had so missed over the summer, only time for a good snooze.

Finally, Bella awoke feeling somewhat refreshed from the busy morning and began to make the plain dorm room feel a little bit more at home. Blinds were drawn, windows opened, bed made with linens from home, a vanilla candle lit to help rid the stagnant smell in the air. A soft melody hummed from Bella's lips as she worked, a tune that seemed to warm the place up the longer Bella sang. In no time at all, the room began to feel more like home and less like a cold room with no inhabitants.

Bella was neatly folding her clothes and placing them in her dresser when three knocks on the door rang through the room and a kind looking face appeared. She was caught off guard when the girl asked her if she was her roommate in Bella's native tongue, a smile on her face.

"Oui, I'm Isabelle, though everyone calls me Bella. It is so lovely to meet you," Bella introduced warmly, shaking Elena's hand. Her eyes couldn't help but linger for a moment on the jewelry adorning her delicate wrist, it likely cost more than the tuition that they had paid for the school. "Elena..." Bella repeated the girl's name, musing for a moment. "That is such a beautiful name, very graceful yet powerful. Hopefully the name reflects the owner. Also I didn't know you speak French, that is amazing. I'm from Paris, though I guess you already knew that."

Bella turned back around, sliding the final dresser drawer closed before pausing to take a look around the room. "I hope you don't mind what I've done with the place, it needed some freshening up in here. I left your side bare, though I did give it a quick clean and freshening up."

| Elena Soap |

William Edmond

Will really didn't know how to feel, but what was new? When did Will ever know what or how to feel? The past year of his life had been such a roller coaster of emotions, Will gave up on trying to understand them.

The prospect of going to some fancy boarding school wasn't exactly Will's idea of fun, the whole place seemed far too formal for his taste, but anything would be better than having to endure one more day in that stupid penthouse with his stupid step-mother and step-sisters constantly nagging him and his father acting as if he was not even there. He remained optimistic though, as he typically did with situations of uncertainty, and hoped that perhaps a new experience would yield positive outcomes.

It shouldn't have stung when Will was told that he would be making the journey to the academy alone in a company car owned by his father. It would have been far too inconvenient for him to take the day off of work to help his only son move in to the school. Will knew the real reason that he was being sent to the academy. The whole 'its a great school, it will help with your academics!' thing was bullshit, they just wanted Will out of their hair. To be fair, he didn't mind being sent off, at least that way he only had to spend three months out of the year with his family, if he could even call them that.

The car pulled up outside the academy and Will nodded a thank you before pulling his suitcases out of the trunk. He looked down at the note scribbled on his wrist. White Oak dormitory, second floor, room thirteen. Will struggled up the stairs, roughly yanking his suitcases with him. Perhaps elegance wasn't Will's strong suit.

When Will made it to the second floor, he scoured for room thirteen, grinning widely when he found it. Unlocking the door, Will held it open with his hip while he pulled the suitcases into the room. The door shut softly behind him as Will chucked his two suitcases onto the bottom bed of the bunks. It didn't even occur to him that the lights were already on and things were already in the room, clear signs that someone else was already there or had been there.

Will began to unpack his things, trying to keep his typically messy self under control. He was probably going to be rooming with some rich stiff that was used to regular maid services and a butler to do his doing. Did people still have butlers or was that just for royalty? Will didn't know but he truly hoped that his roommate wasn't going to desire everything to be perfect all the time.

After shoving some things into the closet with a false promise to himself that he'd sort it all out later, Will turned around to grab more things and yelped when he noticed a person on the top bunk who had been there before. Will stumbled slightly, bracing himself on the wall as he pressed his hand to his chest, his heart threatening to beat right through the bone.

"Holy fuck," Will gasped as he looked back up to the boy, "dude you scared the shit out of me!" And then, in typical Will fashion, he burst out laughing. "Man I must've looked like a total idiot just now, how did I not notice you?"

Will regained his composure, releasing his brace on the wall. He smiled softly as he took a deep breath to control his chuckling before introducing himself. "The name's Will Edmond, nice to meet ya."

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[KingofAesir]

Sawyer

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It was an odd feeling to be returning for the last time. Of course, Sawyer's father lived in Fenrose and she hadn't really gone that far in the first place. Sawyer didn't feel like she'd ever go far from Silver Oak. Sure she'd gotten into Silver Oak on an athletic scholarship, basketball, but she didn't think she'd ever get into college for that. Especially not somewhere so notable as UO. Her father worked hard, but he'never have enough to get her through college without a scholarship to back her. Sawyer wasn't too particularly fond of the idea of college anyway, too similar to Silver Oak. More dorms. More campus traveling. More being away from her dad for months at a time. Maybe Sawyer was lucky because her dad lived so close and she could go see him whenever they were allowed into town, but it still felt like he was so far away. Sawyer loved her dad more than anything and she didn't really feel like being away from more than she had to. Sawyer had always been with him, everywhere they went, every place they ended up, Sawyer had been stuck to her father's side like red on velvet. There wasn't a day that Sawyer went without sitting down with him and listening to him tell whatever crazy story he'd concoct about his day at whatever job. Only now she didn't get those stories every day and it had been one of the worst things she'd experienced since coming to this place. Call her dependant but she didn't like being away from him. Maybe she was dependant, it didn't matter. But this was the last time she would be rolling back up to the school in her dad's Pontiac. It came to a slow stop and Sawyer kind of just sat there with her duffel clutched in her arms as she stared across the quad and the kids mulling about on their way to their dorms. They were going to meet roommate, or perhaps reunite with old ones and Sawyer was doing the same.

She already knew who her roommates were, they had requested each other and she assumed the senior requests took more precedents over the underclassmen ones. She could remember not getting Jackie her Sophmore year even though she'd put in a very strongly worded request. Whatever, they were roommates now, and in Longford House no less. The senior house was a blessing, separate rooms and even it's own little kitchenette and living room area. Sawyer thanked the gods for that. Jackie wasn't her only roommate either, Alaska had also managed to get put with them. It was a very lucky turn of events for Alaska since she wasn't even a senior, perks of having a senior friend she guessed. Sawyer had known Alaska when they were children back when she'd passed through one town or another and became fast friends with the other girl over sports. They'd been reacquainted through SIlver Oak and that was one of the only good things about the place. Besides Alaska and Jackie, Noah, and Shawn, there was nothing that made Sawyer want to return to this place every year. Also, maybe the old abandoned house on the edge of campus was another reason. Sawyer had always been fascinated with the place since she'd gotten to this school. There was no shortage of stories about the place, including but not limited to, murders, zombies, vampires, and serial killers. It was sort of like a local myth on campus that nobody really knew anything about. There was one story about a girl and her diary that seemed more fleshed out than the others and Sawyer had been trying to figure out the real story for years now. She even spent some of her free time combing the creaky old house for any kind of clue. The only thing she'd ever found was rats and the occasional half decomposed book. Nothing that pointed her in the direction of the origins of the house. Some might just ask the Headmaster or the staff but Sawyer wasn't even supposed to be in the house in the first place and she was kind of not the most straight-laced student. The staff wouldn't tell a trouble-maker anything. Pft, whatever, she'd find out on her own.

The library in Fenrose had documents, records of the town's residents in the past and where they'd come from. There had been a lot of people who'd came and went and those that hadn't stayed had been marked out, but there were a few names that had caught Sawyer's interest. These names were marked out in bright red paint. The last name marked like that had been from 1982 and Sawyer was quick to investigate the reason for the difference from the others marked in simple pen. The name had belonged to one Joshua Ashley and, luckily for her, some of his family members still lived in Fenrose. The Ashley's were an older family, with the youngest member fresh out of high school and working at the clerk's office. Sawyer had figured her best bet was to talk to him first. Kenneth Ashley had been a lot more forthcoming than Sawyer had expected. When she'd shown up at his work during the summer and asked him about the red markings over Joshua's name, Kenneth had waved her to the back and told her in a quiet voice that Joshua Ashly was his great-uncle and he'd been the perpetrator of a few murders in the 80s in Fenrose. He didn't know anything about the red markings on any of the other names, but Sawyer went away with a clue. Maybe those names were people that had been prosecuted for crimes? Big ones like murderer and the like and since they couldn't erase them off the town's history they'd settled for marking them forever. Those other names, they dated back a long time. Maybe one of them was connected to the house on the Silver Oak campus? Sawyer would have to wait to find her answers because school was starting again and she'd have to put her investigation on hold for the time being. Speaking of school, her dad was trying to talk to her.

"Earth to Sprout. Sawyer, are you gone get out any time soon?" Sawyer shook herself out of her daydream and turned to face her dad with a sheepish smile. The older man chuckled that familiar warm laugh that made Sawyer feel like she was home. Her dad had that kind of power over people. He could make anyone feel welcome, make anyone feel like they were safe. Sawyer thought he might have been a good therapist had he gone to college. He always did an excellent job of making her feel like she wasn't crazy. Oliver Andrews was made to be a dad and Sawyer couldn't help but think that if her mother had still been alive she would most definitely have a few siblings. But that was long past and Sawyer was glad that he had stayed with her all this time. It had to be hard when she died. Sawyer could see even now that it was still hard for him, she couldn't imagine what it was like back then. Most people might've left her with a parent and just disappeared but Oliver had jumped right into the role of father and mother. He'd always told her it's what her mom would've wanted and Sawyer has always been grateful for that. But she was getting lost in her head again and her dad was looking at her with curious brown eyes that were almost identical to hers.

"Yeah, yeah. Just daydreaming." Sawyer leaned forward and gave her dad an awkward side hug before opening the car door and stepping out onto campus again for the last time, she glanced over her shoulder and her dad just grinned that impossibly bright grin that Sawyer had always been admirable of. She didn't know that the resemblance between them was uncanny as she smiled back.

"Try not to burn anyone down." Her dad chuckled and waved, "Love you, Sprout, don't forget to call." And with a "love you too" from Sawyer, he was gone. Sawyer sighed and adjusted the duffel on her shoulder. A large suitcase had also been taken out of the car that held her bed stuff and other various little decorations. Off into the distance she went, walking slowly until the reached Longford house. If she looked hard enough, she could just barely see the outline of the old house between the other buildings near Longford. Another year, another adventure. Sawyer heaved another sigh and blew past the threshold of Longford house and with brief deliberation with a woman inside she was wrangling open the door to room number 3. A quick glance around revealed no one was here yet and Sawyer grinned as she shoved her way into the room on the far end of the hallway that held the other three. They had four rooms, and as far as Sawyer knew, only three of them were going to live here. Oh, wonderful they had a guest bedroom. Sawyer had no doubt that someone would occupy that room at one point or another, totally breaking campus rules. It would probably house more than one person at one time or another, but no matter. Sawyer set about making her bed and making sure no one could dispute this room was hers before Alaska and Jackie arrived. Noah would probably make an appearance at one point or another, no doubt with Shawn in tow. The first day of school and the joy of nothing to do. How liberating.

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[Dede]

Stu

Stu looked pretty confused, but this was nothing new. When has he ever not looked confused?

Just as he was about to accept the tall boy’s handshake, however, his luggage beside him tipped over and fell flat on its face. *THUD* It was excellent timing on the luggage’s part. He wouldn’t have been able to forgive himself if he were to shake hands with the guy who just ate his best friend!

‘I’m Stu. But you can call me Neck Tie,’ he said. Then in a murmur: ‘Everybody else does.’

Navigating around the stranger, Stu now hauled his heavy bag to the side of his bed, where it finally exploded and spewed clothes and chocolates and everything in between onto the floor. He stared at the mess in exasperation while scratching the back of his head, as if becoming self-aware that the universe had created him for the sole purpose of comedy.

The boy sighed and knelt down to gather his socks. He then crawled under his bed to retrieve the other tidbits, and typically bumped his head on the metal frame of the bed on his way out.

God, was the guy still there? Maybe he was just a figment of his imagination and will go away if he ignored him long enough. Stu did have a pretty bad sleep last night, so it wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility that he was currently, well, hallucinating. After all, Xavier Ambrosio Cosmos did sound like a name he might conjure up in his sleep, you know, taken right out of the pages of Homer. Next thing he’d tell him was that his father’s name was Zeus Cloud-gatherer, and that his mother’s name was Athena or Daphne or something silly like that!

But what if he wasn’t hallucinating? What if the guy really was a Cyclops from the Ionian isles, and what if he really did eat Graham?

Believing he had good grounds to suspect Xavier was a one-eyed monster in disguise, Stu slumped onto his bed and pulled out his phone and texted Graham. If he heard the ding of Twitter coming from Xavier’s stomach, then he would have confirmed his best friend’s tragic end.

‘... We got one of the crap rooms,’ Stu said as he sat down on his bed, pairing his socks over his lap. ‘I think this is even smaller than our last one. Me and my friend, we wanted to go to Persimmons House. I hear it isn’t half as bad there.’

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[lion.]

Meera Desai​

“Hey! Come back! Please? Please! Fine, Badtameez¹!" Meera nearly missed the stump over the sidewalk from trying to buy the cab's attention and pulled off her shoe to throw at it. Unfortunately, for her, the yellow taxi continued to cruise down the airport road, impervious to her hollering and jumping footwork. She raised her hands heatedly in the ratchetness of catching a ride, then it fell flat down to her side. The sky hadn't done enough, and the clouds sensed her sour mood. It satirically rumbled with a clap of distant thunder.

Her adrenaline cooled as the cab routed away, and suddenly, she was cold. Oregon was so much colder than India. Teeth chattering, Meera’s eyes followed the flocks of people who sauntered the sidewalks around her, rushing to get this way and that. She enviously eyed many of their unzipped, light jackets.

Why didn't she bring one?

Oh, that's right-she was late!

Her shoes clicked onto the ground, spreading a crown of muddy puddle out far. She returned to her main mission, finding a cab. In the looming grey, yellow wasn't particularly difficult to pick up on. She ran towards the next yellow taxi she saw, this one relaxing in a parking slot around the curb of the luggage drop-off. Close to bashing her head into the frame of the window, the driver didn't even acknowledge her presence until she softly beated her hands against the window.
The round-faced man stared at her with unblinking brown eyes, before he gave himself a thought and rolled down the window.

The window rolled down at an excruciatingly slow pace.

"Good morning," he greeted, continuing to stare at her.

“Hi. Good morning to you too, bhaisaheb²!" Meera began, "I have an address. Need to go fast. " Her hands outstretched to her sides, unknowingly making gang signs to emphasize the urgency of going to school, a few of her bangles jingling. Another bark of laughter came from the clouds, drum-rolling another peal of thunder.

"Oh." The brown mustache of his twitched uncomfortably.

So, he understood!

“Please," Meera repeated, voice , "Please. Please. Please drive me? I have money.”

"I-uh-I'm on brea-"

"Thank you!" Meera interrupted, propping the door wide open and slipping into the seat.

"Miss-” The driver thought better, put aside his five-layered hoagie, and soon the tires were rolling against the black pavement in a rhythmic manner.

“Huh? Hello, yes. I am here,” Meera Desai introduced to her roommate by the name of Florence, in the state of looking as if she spent her whole flight sugar-high, “I am Meera. From India. Very hot there. If you have map, I show you. Very hot. You want chocolate?”

Gifting guests was always a tradition.

She burrowed into her hand bag and put a chocolate bar into Flo’s hand.

Pausing to fan her face, and then untraditionally shoving her luggage in, she dusted her hands.

“We going to have a great time, Flo,” she excitedly said, lunging across their room to the window and throwing it open, “Best of friends.”

“Oh, you have map,” she observed her tapestry with a tone of awe.

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[LittleWolfie]

Madi Lexington-Montgomery


Madi was so happy to be back at school. Sure it was hard being so far away from home back in NYC but at least here she got to play lacrosse openly instead of hiding it like she had all summer. She loved her family she really did but there were always certain expectations of her around them and sometimes they were hard. Anyway, got to think positive. Along with her twin Sebastian had set off from a nearby hotel at the crack of dawn in big brother Fredrick's 4x4 so they could get to the school early. Their parents had a habit of shipping them down to Oregon a dew days early with their stuff so they'd be all set when school started which seemed to work every years that the Lexington-Montgomery kids had attended Silver Oak, especially since they started having seniors with their own cars. Also a big perk of this was that they always got there before almost everyone else and so Madi got her pick of bunk and the chance to decorate before things got too crazy.

This year it seems she was on the ground floor which she didn't mind to be honest and at least it meant no lugging her stuff up multiple flights of stairs so bonus. Once all her stuff was in with a little help from Seb she got straight to decorating her half of the room exactly how she liked it. Of course, August was messaging her in between bits but she had missed him over the summer and was excited to catch up so she didn't mind. Madi didn't know yet who her roommate was this year so was very careful to not cross the halfway line of the room with her decorating; she didn't want to get off to a bad foot by imposing or overstepping accidentally that was for sure.

After putting away the last of her clothes and sliding her case under the bed, Madi stepped back with a smile. That smile however quickly turned into a frown as she realised thatFreddie had driven off to the senior house with her lacrosse gear still hidden under the back seats of his car. "Oh shitake mushrooms" she cussed, or as close to cussed as Madi ever got.

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[geminiy]

Naomi Reyes

Naomi genuinely wondered if she'd survive if she were to throw herself out of the car. Not that she desired horrid road-rash or the very real possibility of death, but she wanted - no, needed - to get away from her parents. Their words of warning and threats were falling on deaf ears. So what if this was her third school since she began high school? Variety is the spice of life! And maybe Naomi wouldn't hate school so much if it wasn't made such a horrible thing by her birth givers.

"Naomi Elizabeth are you even listening to us? Silver Oak is your last stop. Any more acting out, any more suspensions, any more partying you are out do you understand me? Out! And no dating either. You are to focus solely on your studies. No music, no boys. The last thing you need is some teenage boy getting knocking you up and ruining your life."

Oh, the first and middle name. They sure were serious. Not that Naomi could be inspired to give a shit. Maybe getting kicked out would be a good thing, at least then she wouldn't be smothered to death.

"Aw, don't worry Mother. I'm not planning on sleeping with any boys, you can sleep soundly." Naomi retorted with a roll of her eyes. Her mother let out a breath of relief, an inkling of a smile beginning to show on her lips.

"Boys are not exactly interesting. Their sisters though? Damn, I make no promises."

"Naomi Elizabeth Reyes!"

Bingo, all three names. Naomi leaned back into the seat, a devious smirk forming as the ever so familiar 'you're not gay, its just a phase' speech rang out through the car. Mission accomplished. Many people would think that sending ones parents into a tailspin for the hell of it is cruel but given all of the stuff Naomi put up with, she viewed it as a little bit of sweet payback. Besides, she wasn't going to see (or likely talk) to them for a few months so she needed to get all of her kicks out before they said goodbye.

Soon enough, the nightmare was over. They arrived at the airport, gave one final lecture, and Naomi was off without a hug or a kiss goodbye. An eight hour first-class flight later, Naomi landed in Oregon and began making her way by taxi to the academy.

Rolling up outside of the academy, Naomi paid for the fair and tipped the driver handsomely before grabbing her things and heading inside Red Oak and heading to room six as per the woman at the front's instructions. Pulling her headphones down around her neck, Naomi opened the door and stepped inside just in time to hear her roommate say something about shitake mushrooms. Naomi pulled her bags into the room and raised an eyebrow.

"Shitake mushrooms? What, you can't say shit?" Naomi laughed, walking over to the empty bed and hoisting her bags up onto it. "I'm Naomi. I assume you're my roommate, Madeleine?"

| Madi LittleWolfie |

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[Soap]

Grace

She was nervous.

Really, really nervous. A part of her wanted to just hide and cry like it was the first day of kindergarten all over again-- or first grade, or second... or... okay, she didn't adapt to change all that easily even though she always tried to convince herself she did. But she had to suck it up and get it over with, she was likely not going to go home anytime soon. So... Grace's plan was to finish this school year and see what's left for her at the end of it. Her future wasn't even on her mind, it was just about how much she messed up.

With a heavy sigh, Grace started to unpack. Placing her things on her side of the room. Her phone buzzed a few times, glancing at the message, she hesitated whether or not to reply back right when someone walked into the room. "Oh. Yeah, just got here a little while ago." She forced a smile towards the girl and put her phone down, extending a hand towards Tatum. "I'm Grace. It's nice to meet you." She didn't seem so bad, the blonde had been expecting one of those preppy kids she would've seen on TV-- while it was too early to say if that was Tatum, at least she was polite. "It all feels a little weird, like... I'm at this brand new school and I know... no one. I mean, except you now, but I'm really missing those recess days right now." Her roommate didn't exactly ask how she was feeling, and that might've been a little forward to just blurt out everything she was thinking.

"Uh. Sorry. I kinda get overwhelmed, a lot, sometimes and babble to my heart's content."

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kekoa

Harper Dazzle​

Kekoa stopped herself from slowly spinning on her desk chair after hearing a slightly awkward introduction. She turned toward the speaker and offered a small friendly smile.

“And I think you are right. Harper Anderson, right? I’m Kekoa. It’s my first time here.” She got off her chair and held out her hand for a handshake, hoping it would help make her roommate feel slightly more comfortable around her. When Harper commented about the music, Kekoa's eyes lit up. “Yeah, it’s from their latest album. When I heard the lyrics, it made me think of that one movie song where Santa Claus is trying to teach a former evil Winter Warlock how to be good.”

After laying the ukulele on her bed, Kekoa reached for her phone and lowered the volume enough to play quietly in the background and let the two newly roomies talk to each other normally.

“Sorry for getting ahead and picking my bed. My dad kinda needed an excuse to stick around a little longer.” That was a semi-lie. It was more like her excuse to make her dad stay a bit more for a sense of familiarity in a new setting. Sure, her dad would be sort of nearby since he’s part of the school faculty, but moving from a small island to the third largest state to an Oregon boarding school during the past few years—that’s quite the change in her life. All she could do was quietly process it in her own way.

“Honestly, I don’t think it makes much of a difference,” Kekoa added with a dismissive shoulder shrug. “It’s a very square room. Both beds are on opposite sides from each other equally, y’know. Do you need any help unpacking?”

 

[Moonshadow]

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She didn’t really know how to react to her roommate. She was surprised to hear the accent and that she was from India. Was she a returning student? No way. Maybe. Well, either way Florence got that wave of anxiety from meeting someone new and only could do an awkward smile. “Oh Meera is a cool name! Uh, yes... thank you.” She took the chocolate bar from her and put it on the desk before going to help Meera with her bags.

Best friends huh? I only have Harper and Ellie. I’m not even sure I want more friends than them. Florence thought. But of course she opened her mouth and said: “yeah! I’m excited to be friends with you too!” She was careful with Meera’s bags and stopped when she saw her map tapestry. She thought it was a silly that she kept what their mother had gifted Naomi. Yet, she liked it a lot too. Which could be the reason Naomi put it up in her dorm the first time she came here.

“Oh yeah. That map.” She walked over to it. “My sister likes to travel the world and does surfing. I put a star sticker to where she’s been.“ There weren’t many star stickers but the places there were one was France, Taiwan, South Korea, Ireland, Madagascar, and Germany. “She wants to travel the entire world. See everything. But I’m going to be here...so, I like to pretend I’m traveling with her too.”

She turned away from the map and glanced at her phone. She was tempted to call Naomi, but a better idea came to mind. She will see someone to distract her. Hopefully Ellie or Harper are free. She sends them a quick text seeing if they need any help unpacking before putting her phone away and looking down at Meera’s bags. “Do you want me to help you unpack? Are you a returning student or new?”

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colby

mention Soap Grace (in last paragraph), interaction open​

Grandpa Jim Florence’s large sheepdog stood on his hind legs, trying to pounce and snuggle the buff human teenager in the middle of White Oak’s hallway. Barkley had dashed out of the car once the human stepped out to carry his backpack and duffle bag to his dorm. His grandfather tried to hold back the sheepdog outside, but that clearly didn’t work. Colby really did wish Barkley could go with him, but he doubted the school would allow it. They had already given him a warning for sort of breaking-and-entering the auditorium a couple of weeks ago—in his defense, it was actually already unlocked at the time and he didn’t damage anything there. But getting caught drinking a teacher’s hidden wine stash might’ve been a bad first impression.

Luckily, they didn’t expel him before the school year even began, probably to hush the fact that one of their teachers might actually be an alcoholic. Not a good image for a school like Silver Oak.

After his uncle Phil begrudgingly helped bring in one of Colby’s boxed belongings, he pulled Colby aside and spoke to him in a hushed tone, low enough for Grandpa Jim not to notice any passive hostility. “Break into another school building or any kind of more trouble, I will personally make sure you’re sent back to California. If anyone still wants you there, that is.”

Silently clenching his fists, Colby glanced at his grandfather, who held onto a sad whimpering Barkley in the parked car. It wouldn’t be a good idea to sucker punch his uncle in the face now, tempting as it was. So, he chose the alternative—Colby pressed his lips into a tight smirk, throwing off whatever smugness his uncle had from the last remark.

“Jokes on you, Philip J. Fry. I already know nobody wants me back in Cali,” he responded calmly and patted his uncle’s shoulder before walking away to Grandpa Florence for a farewell hug and one last nose boop with Barkley the sheepdog. Whether or not that statement is true, Colby didn’t care anymore. Or looked like he didn’t care.

Without his grandfather noticing, Colby waved goodbye at Uncle Phil while giving him the middle finger with his other hand, innocently smiling at him. Unable to do anything about it from the car, Phil just glared at him and drove himself and his father away from the school grounds.

Back in his dorm room, lying on his bed, Colby sent a quick text message to Grace, his childhood best friend: Hey Butterfree, I'm finally on campus. After returning to Oregon a few months ago, he learned Grace would be going to the same school as him, just like his Hawaiian pen pal. He had a feeling she might be kind of lonely in a new place, so might as well let her know at least one person knew her already.