Realistic or Modern The Support Group

[pulpfiction]

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The Support Group - Something's bound to happen.

When twelve teenagers meet up every Tuesdays and Fridays, something's bound to happen.


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It's a support group. Everybody's got their own back stories, otherwise they wouldn't be there anyway. They never get to talk about their problems. But here, they don't get judged, nobody talks, and everybody listens.

And with the twelve constantly getting closer with each other, something's got to happen...

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overview

When twelve teenagers meet up every Tuesdays and Fridays, something's bound to happen.


_______________________


It's a support group. Everybody's got their own back stories, otherwise they wouldn't be there anyway. They never get to talk about their problems. But here, they don't get judged, nobody talks, and everybody listens.

And with the twelve constantly getting closer with each other, something's got to happen eventually.

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rules


1. Follow all RpN rules.


2. Be nice to each other, and no OOC fights.


3. Romance is encouraged. Fade to black if ever things get too heated though.


4. Cursing is fine, but you probably shouldn't over-do it.


5. Every entry you make should be at least more than one paragraph.


6. Please be active, and also be descriptive with your character and entries. Password is : "We'll be fine."


7. You may not control someone else's character. No god-modding or being too perfect here.


8. You may only make up to two characters, and if you are planning to make two, you'll have to make one for each gender.

 

[pulpfiction]

Posting Dean's POV a bit later. :]




Bo Maive
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Bo sat up abruptly from her sleep as her Aunt Saige called loudly from downstairs, but she was sure that even without her shouting, she would have probably woken up at exactly eight o'clock anyway. It was like an alarm clock programmed into her, though her aunt insisted on waking up every morning just to wake her up. That was Aunt Saige for you. She always went out of her way to help others, especially Bo, who she treated like her own child. Grunting, Bo stood up and slipped on her flip flops and ventured downstairs where a meal was set: bacon and eggs and an option of cereal on the side. "Morning hon," her aunt smiled as she set down the plates on the table. "Good morning," Bo responded, but her voice was still dull and tired. She took a seat from across her, yawning as she took the utensils in her hands. She shrugged her red hair over her shoulder as she ate, giving occasional appreciative noises over the food. "This is good stuff, Aunt Saige," she complimented her, but slowly realized that her aunt only ever cooked food this good whenever Bo was either going to school or due to go somewhere she didn't like. She looked up suspiciously at her aunt, who was humming as she turned over some bacon. "Why am I up so early again?" she asked her. "You've forgotten already?" her aunt said in disbelief as she turned to her. Bo scrunched up her eyebrows in confusion. It was summer; what could her aunt possibly be wanting her to go to now? "What have I forgotten?" at this, her aunt sighed. "Your support group, hon. It starts today."


The support group. Right. "That was serious?" she asked once more. Her aunt always made promises to make her better after her last relationship, which was the source of her depression. Sure, she may still have issues about that, but she certainly didn't want to solve them through a support group. It only seemed to show her that she was even more screwed up than she already thought she was. Aunt Saige sighed, still holding the spatula in her right hand as she spoke, "Bo, I want you to feel better. Maybe if you go to this group you'll feel safer going out of the house without me, and maybe even start a new relationship where you can trust someone. This is important," she emphasized the last word, but Bo already knew what she wanted to add to it. It was important to her. Bo sighed. She definitely had a soft spot for her aunt. "Fine, I'll go." at the words, her aunt's face lit up in a smile. "Thanks sweetie. Now go dress up before you're late,"


Bo did as she was told. She took a bath and ran upstairs to dress up, pulling on some jeans, an oversized sweater, and a pair of combat boots before she bid her aunt goodbye and headed out to the address she'd been given, where the support group supposedly was.
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[DrCompton]

"Mom I'm fine."


It was a lie, Bobby has relapsed again just last night, only after a few months. He knew that his parents only loved and cared for him, much like his coaches and team. The season was over though, why couldn't they leave him alone? Bobby sat in the running car, waiting with his mother, he knew she would wait the whole time until he came out just like his first day at school when he was six. There was no going in and leaving, he would have to stay.


He was dressed in jeans with a Guns N Roses shirt, and a black leather jacket that fit him snugly. His hair was a mess and he had a small stubble growing. He looked at his mom, who looked back and smiled.


"Alright, fine... I'll see you after." With a quick kiss to her cheek, Bobby walked inside.

 

[LostDeliriously]

Blake Oliver Cameron

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"Blakeeeee, dad says you have to get up. Now!" Blake's seven year old sister, Sophia, whined as she came into his room for at least the 7th time that Monday morning. "I'm up, Soph, I'm up," He lied, knowing that in just a matter of seconds he would fall back asleep. "No, you're not, you liar," she replied, causing him to turn around in his bed to face her, with a smirk on his face. "Alright, alright," He lifted up from his bed and ruffled her hair, knowing it would piss her off. "Hey!" she exclaimed, as she playfully punched him then ran out of his room. He smirked again, stretched, then made his way to his personal bathroom.




After brushing his teeth, showering, and getting dressed, Blake made his way to his parent's room. It was almost as if it were a daily thing for him to check up on his mother, Anne, who learned she had lung cancer a month ago. Although she and Blake had never been close, even when he was a kid, Blake's heart still hurt to see his mother in such a state. He knocked on their bedroom door twice before hearing his father's deep voice, telling him to come in. He opened the door, slowly, and looked at his mother and smiled slightly at her before going over to her and kissing her softly on the forehead.


"Would you like me to take you to support group?" His father, Mark, asked. Blake shook his head and replied, "No, I'll go myself." With that, Blake walked back out of his parent's room and headed downstairs, towards the kitchen. He never meant to be cold to his father but couldn't help it. It had been years since Blake wanted his father - both his parents - to pay attention and actually care about him. Now, when they found out his mother has lung cancer, they want to act as if their the greatest parents in the world?


Blake went inside the fridge and grabbed the orange juice then drunk it, straight from the nozzle. He looked over Sophia, who was eating a bowl of cereal with a disgusted look on her face. When he was finished, he extended it to her and asked, "Want some, Soph?" She quickly shook her head, causing Blake to laugh. "Alright then," he shrugged, and put it back into the fridge. He walked over to her and ruffled her hair again. "Stop doing that!" she said, obviously annoyed.


He kissed her forehead, and told her that he was leaving and to stay out of his room. She obliged, but he knew that she would be in there as soon as he got into his car. Blake loved Sophia, so much that he almost loved her more than he loved his own parents and in his eyes, he raised his sister while his father was out working and his mother smoked, cleaned up and watched television, never paying attention to them once. He was the one who had to tell her that there was nothing to be afraid of when she thought she had monsters in her closet and under her bed, not his parents. A part of him slightly resented them for that, not being there for him as a kid and especially not being there for Sophia.


Blake left the house and got into his baby, a 1967 Chevrolet Corvette. One good thing about his dad's hardworking job was that he got paid well for it meaning although Blake didn't get the love he wanted, he damn sure got the materialistic things he wanted. He turned on the car, put the GPS directions in, got a cigarette out of the glove department, lit it up and proceeded to the support group, with bewildered emotions. He didn't know how to feel about going to a support group, especially when he could stop smoking cigarettes anytime. The only thing was, he didn't want to stop and in his mind, he wasn't going to regardless of how it effected his parents. After parking in the parking lot of a huge building, he took his last puff of his 2nd cigarette and threw it out the window. He then got out of the car and made his way inside of the building.
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[Alivia]

Jace had been long awake before his alarm went off. It had been about a week since his last drink, and it was killing him. Or, rather, it felt like it. It had been a week and a half since the orphanage had found out about his "drinking problem", and since then, they've moved his room so they can keep a better eye on him. They've taken away his stash, secured the window, and made sure he wouldn't sneak out. He hated it. He hated every single moment of it. It was a prison. They couldn't do this to him; who were they to decide what is good for him, and what is not? They weren't his parents. They weren't his family. They never would be. They were just there to take care of him. He just had a half of a year to go, and he'd be free of the orphanage. He'd be on his own.


Breakfast was brought to his room on a small tray. Apparently, as a punishment, he wasn't allowed to go 'socialize' with the other orphans. He was, in a way, in solitary. Not that he didn't mind. He liked it. He didn't really have anyone to hang out with anyway. So, a worker would bring him breakfast, lunch and dinner straight to his room on a thin, cheap tray. The meals were always the same: eggs, toast and bacon for breakfast. He propped himself on the edge of his bed as he ate in silence, and listened to the sound of kid's laughter, voices and shrieks filling the whole building. He wondered how many were being interviewed. He wondered how many were going to be adopted today. He knew he wasn't one of them.


After a quick shower, he brushed his teeth, fixed his messy hair, and changed into a casual white t-shirt and loose jeans. Whatever this "Support Group" was, he wasn't sure. Probably just other 'troubled' teenagers, a few adults, and that was it. They'd just talk about all their "problems" and their poor, poor "feelings", and it'd be like that the whole time. Of course, he planned on not talking at all. Who were they to know his past? Who were they to want to know why he drank? It wasn't their problem. And they certainly weren't his parents, so, why should he even listen to them? So, he decided, he would be silent. He wouldn't reveal anything. He didn't need to, and he really didn't want to, either.


He laid on the uncomfortable bed on his back, his eyes staring off into nothing as he waited. Some woman was going to drive him to the group, apparently. They had told him she volunteered, too. They also told him to be on his 'best' behavior. He had only smirked at their comment. He was sure he'd be polite at the group, but he sure as hell wasn't going to "share his feelings" or any of that bullshit with complete strangers. Hell no. Not ever. But he'd let them dream of it. Jace stood up as his door opened, a middle aged woman greeting him with a smile as she introduced herself as Sandra Evans. He shook her hand, looked her in the eye, and introduced himself, too. He even plastered on a smile for the woman.


The ride to the group was silent. The radio was on in the background, but not loud enough for him to hear. He pressed his cheek against the window, watching the world fly by him. He bit his lower lip, not sure what the group would be like. Probably miserable and boring. Kinda like school, he thought. "So, how long have you been there, Jace?" Sandra asked, attempting to make conversation with the boy. He looked at her through the mirror, and held his breath. He hated answering these kinds of questions. He knew it made people feel pity for him. Hell, it made him feel sorry for himself. But he still answered: "My whole life."


"Oh," was all she could say before turning her eyes back to the road. "I have a son about your age. He enlisted in the Navy about a year ago." Jace kept his dark eyes on the road, and nodded to acknowledge her statement. He never really thought about what he wanted to do with his life, since he had always hoped to be adopted before he had to make a decision. But none of that mattered as they pulled up to the building. She smiled at him, and they both got out of the car. She said goodbye, and he said goodbye, too. She would pick him up later. Jace walked in, his hands in his pockets. He studied the place, remaining silent.
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[SkyFilms]

Jude sat awake on the back porch, his feet swaying off the edge as if he where sitting on a bridge although the tips of the grass grazed his shoes. Sometimes he wished it where a bridge, or something higher so when he stepped off it as he usually would he'd be able to hide from the world and to escape what cards he had been dealt. The wind picked up at the thought weaving through his hair as it passed in small gusts the suns brightening rays seen past his godmothers fields.


It was depressing really, not his life but him. How weak he had become over the years, and how much he had given up on his future due to the constant thought that he'd never make it.


But suicide was such a selfish act in his opinion those who die with the bringing of time don't have a choice to hurt those around them as those who wish to kill themselves do. Rather then people speaking of you with happiness, they'd barely speak of you or when they did they'd wonder how they could've stopped you.


It's as if you where plaguing them with the same amount of stress and guilt when it hadn't even been their fault. Jude sighed his fingers wiggling out of his sleeves so he could tug them upwards once more just as the thin creaking patio door behind him squeaked with the pressure of opening.


"Hey Jude..." The teens rather young godmother sang lightly, he could imagine that 27 year olds head peaking out from behind the screen. Her blonde hair brought back in a loose bun, small strands hanging from it uselessly. Those bright alluring eyes staring into his back with the constant stare of concern melted into the ice blue. To her greeting he rose a weary hand and waved stupidly only to announce that he was listening,


"You're support group it's meeting today," Bernadette slowly slid from behind the door taking a seat beside him, staring at him with expectation. Perhaps she imagined him resisting her or pleading not to go through the use of his notebook. But he didn't quite mind it, he'd always wanted to help someone in some way and perhaps doing this would conclude in that and him making a friend or two though he doubted it. Thus he wasn't very against the idea as long as they wouldn't make him speak, then he wouldn't wish to go into such a tense and forcing room.


"Be sure to tell me about it," The women spoke patting his head quietly before wrapping her arms around his thin form enveloping him in a supporting hug. Sometimes she'd merely stare at him or do something without sound, as if they had some language which transferred from him to her, like a small inside joke.


"Man I wish you where my kid, maybe you'd speak to me then.." Bernadette inquired with a hint of sorrow making its way into her voice, it seemed that was her only wish. For him to speak, why put your faith in such a lost cause?


"Well Judey," She began again perking up her attitude as she usually would, "you better leave I'd hate to keep your group waiting because I won't let you go." She joked before pushing off the patios edge and falling to the near ground. Jude followed suit a few moments later, his floral vans becoming wet from the morning dew which coated their green lawn.


They stood there in their own silence before he rose a hand and saluted her silently then turned around and made his way towards his out of character small smart car the surface coated in a deep black never wanting anything to flashy or outgoing. Slipping his form into the car he checked his collar to make sure it was poking out from within his sweater before starting his car.

 

[Psychedelia]

Opening one eye at a time, Codie was now awake. She could faintly hear her foster parents arguing downstairs; a sound she was very accustomed to. Rolling her eyes, Codie forced herself up and out of the bed. Today was the day she was supposed to start the support group her parents and therapist had been so happily talking about. Of course, she wasn't exactly excited about the whole idea but she figured she could give it a shot. In all honesty, she didn't believe she had a problem in the first place. I mean having sex a lot didn't justify as a problem in her brain it was more of a bonus than anything. But, nonetheless, she would oblige and go so she could make her foster parents happy and get that new car she wanted since her current car isn't exactly in the best of shape.


Codie crossed the hall and made her way into the bathroom. She showered for nearly fifteen minutes before coming out to get ready. After playing with her hair for awhile, Codie decided to let her hair dry as it pleased which meant it would simply be wavy rather than it's usual straight. She shrugged at herself in the mirror as she finished playing with her golden locks. Minutes later, she was brushing her teeth while admiring her makeup in the mirror. She decided not to get too fancy today but she always had to apply her eyeliner and mascara as well as some form of lip product.


Getting dressed in a simple outfit, Codie headed downstairs for breakfast. She wandered in the kitchen past her still arguing parents who calmed quickly as she entered the kitchen. Codie raised an eyebrow at the two before picking up a piece of toast, applying a light layer of grape jelly, and taking a bite. She turned from the counter, mouth full, and stared at her foster parents who returned the favor. Codie chewed and swallowed her bite before speaking. "Um... Did I do something wrong?" She asked, rethinking everything she had done in the past few hours.


"No, sweetheart, you didn't do anything wrong," her foster father said with a sigh and a glance in her foster mother's direction. "I as just rethinking my decision on making you go but your mother is still dead set on making you go." "Okay... So can I not go then?" Codie inquired, turning her gaze on Linda. Shaking her head softly, Linda responded, "Codie, you're going. We decided his weeks ago-" "But-" "Let me finish. If you do really hate it after the first few times... We'll let you leave and you won't have to go anymore... Alright?" Codie scrunched her nose in thought then sighed and smirked. "Seems fair." And with that, she hugged James and continued out the door with Linda.


Arriving at the support group building, Codie stared out the window and watched as a few others walked inside. "This already looks super interesting..." she remarked, smiling softly. Her foster mother sighed, and turned to face Codie. "I really hope this works out for you, Codie. Try not to fall back into old habits.." she raised her eyebrows at Codie who was still staring out the window at passing guys. "Yeah, yeah I know," she said turning to face Linda, "I love you, mom," she said with a smile and kissed her cheek, exiting the car and walking inside the building.

 

[Keiser]

"Ryan, get up! " was the first words he heard, he looks at the left, her little sister. He gets up and pats her on the head, he gets his casual clothes on and brushes his teeth along side her sister. He walks downstairs, still rubbing his eyes. "What did you make mom?" He asks "I made scrambled eggs, now get your pretty butt here and sit" Ryan rolls his eyes, since he hates scrambled eggs, he sits and starts eating, "Ready for your first day? " Asked his dad. "Do I look ready, pops?" He finishes eating. "I'm gonna change." Ryan walks upstairs to his room.


He goes to his room , he has to look good, either the others are prepared or not, he has to take care of his appearence. He puts on a black hoodie and some skinny jeans, some shoes and goes downstairs. He waves at his family and gets going. He goes to the garage and gets on his 2012 Camaro. Ryan starts driving to the "support group" directions.


(Tapatalk ): )

 

[SilentWhisper]

Athena's door was swung open and in came her mother. "You're awake already?" She asked confused. Athena dog tagged her book and closed it. She shrugged her bony shoulders, as if to say she woke up at the crack of dawn and couldn't go back to sleep. Her mother shook her head and walked towards her. "I know you're nervous Athena, it's just a support group," Her mother muttered quietly.


Sure, it's just a support group to you. To me, it's h-e-double hockey sticks on Earth.





After her cold shower, Athena padded down the creaky stairs, in something other than her pajamas. Her kitchen table was already filled, her siblings eating breakfast already. She took her regular place at the decade old table, that held more memories than her little sister Angeline. Her dad placed a plate of pancakes in front of her and her medication was on a floral napkin next to breakfast. "Eat up, it's a big day," She picked up the heavy fork and stabbed the pancake.


"Daddy, where is Athena going?" Her younger brother Nathan questioned. Athena lifted her eyes, up to her parents, curious of what they were going to say to the four year old.


"Athena's going to a really fun play date. Fun for her, boring for you though." Her father replied before winking at him.


"You don't want to go to it Nathan," Athena whispered from across the table. His brown eyes widened slightly and he went back to eating his pancakes. It wasn't everyday that she spoke to someone, and the kids were taught to never make it a big deal.


"Are you ready to go Athena?" Her mother questioned after Athena had swallowed the white pill and put her napkin on top of the paper plate. Athena nodded, scooting back her chair. She grabbed her worn leather notebook from where it sat on the island.


"Bye Athena!" Six voices sang out from behind her. A smile crossed her face as her father grabbed the keys off the peg.


The ride to the support was quiet, the silence deafening. Finally, her father turned on the radio to Kenny Rogers. The car finally rolled to a stop in front of the building. Athena flipped down the mirror and slid it open, staring at her brown eyes. "You'll be fine Athena, everyone loves you." Her father sighed. She closed the mirror and stared at her father. "Do you want me to go in with you?" She shook her head and he nodded. "Understandable. Just try to go to this support group, don't skip out on it." Athena opened the passenger door and grabbed her tiny backpack that held her notebook, a pen and her phone. "Call me when you're done." Her father reminded her. She nodded and shut the car door. "Athena, wait!" Her father whispered. She turned around. Her father had one hand on the steering wheel and on the passenger seat. "I love you." He finally said. Athena smiled and turned around, walking away from the Toyota Camry.

 

[goldcat16471]

The trees were chasing her again. The bugs were crawling up her arms. "Run Ash!" Tony snickered, stoned. She glared at him and shook her head, quickly taking a drag from her light. The trees stilled and the bugs disappeared. "Atta girl." Tony smiled. She smiled back at him and looked at the sky. Something was falling. The sun was falling.


Ashlynn shot up from her bed in fear and screamed. She was trembling and sweating. It's just a nightmare, it's just a nightmare. You don't have to go through that anymore. She took several deep breaths, and that's when her older brother, Danny, and her older sister, Bella ran into the room. "Ashlynn!? Are you okay?" Bella ran over to her and sat by her on the bed, wrapping an arm around her. "I-I'm fine..." She shivered slightly still, but her breaths were returning to normal now. "Nightmare?" Danny asked, sitting by her as well. Ashlynn nodded and wrapped her arms around herself. "Yeah... But I'm fine now... Thanks for checking on me." Her siblings nodded, both mirroring that same concerned look they all looked at her with, then stood up and walked to the door. "Don't forget to get ready. Your support group starts today." Ashlynn blinked surprised. "Oh. Yeah." She stood up and the other two left the room. She went to the bathroom and got ready, still feeling haunted from the dream. She was always haunted from that.


When she finished she went to go eat breakfast Bella made, then got in the car with Danny. He drove her to the support group, quietly, both of them lost in thoughts. When they arrived, Ashlynn started to get out. "I'll be back when it's over, meet you right here." Ashlynn nodded then went inside. She wasn't sure what was in store for her, but she actually kind of looked forward to meeting other people who, possibly, had issues like her, and could understand her.