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Weepy Hollow

Name: Lilly adams


Nicknames: lillypad


History: she is extremely wealthy due to the fact that her dad owns several businesses. She never appreciated anything she had and on her 16th birthday her parents got her a new dodge charger.


Age: 17


Extras: There's an inside pain she faces that no one knows about, being at the top of the school food chain is easy but there is something behind closed doors tearing her apart


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Name: Tate Rodgers

History: Tate is a gypsy, who moved around so much that he never made friends or had much of a life in either town. The constant lack of acceptance throughout his life managed to turn him into a, well, slight handful. Though, he is trying to turn that around in this town, and he's even planning on staying for the whole year because the damn final exams are around the corner. Oh well, maybe this time he can make some friends? Or not?

Age: 17

Personality: Tate is blunt, and says whats on his mind without hesitation, and he isn't afraid to stand up for himself or his people. He is not afraid to get physical with someone, though he is trying not to be like that here.

Extras: His favourite song is Bigmouth Strikes Again by The Smiths (Just a useless fact but, hey?)

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(though not the clothes (the film is set a long time ago) he usually wears this sort of thing)



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That's okay, I will do it after I've posted on yours! 
Tate rolled over on his mattress on the floor, grumbling as his alarm clock sounded that annoying tone that it did every day at 7:50 in the morning. He fumbles about blindly and turns it off before sitting up and rubbing his eyes. A grey and white cat, with one eye and half a tail, jumps into his lap, purring loudly, and he strokes it absent-mindedly as he looks around his room, the sunlight was streaming in in lines through his blinds, and he moved the cat from his lap before standing up, walking over to his blinds, and opening them properly. He looked out of his window and saw the usual sight at this time on a morning, women hanging out their washing and yelling at their half dressed kids to stop getting dirty. He moves away from his window and pulls on a pair of grey jeans, walking out of his room shirtless. As he goes into the small but cozey living area, he plucks his black tee off the back of a chair, observing his sleeping mother on the couch. He pulls on his boots and with a small shrug, grabs his black backpack and walks out of the front door without saying goodbye.
 
It was like any other horrible morning. Maybe she could get out without waking them? "shit!!" she heard her dad yell... Of course not she tried to hurry to finish her make up. "Lilly! What are you still doing here!? It's like 11 a.m.!" "dad" she said, "It's 7;50, time flies when you're drunk all the time huh?" she challenged. "Hey! watch your mouth before I disown you! And take that whore make up off!" he said before getting some coffee and slamming the door to his bedroom. As she left she heard her mom and dad screaming, yet again. she got in her car and finally got to school, hanging with her group of jocks and cheerleaders making fun of the girls. "they actually think that looks good?" she laughed.
 
Tate walked to school, today was his first day, even though it was October and school had already started, and people had already made friends. He could feel in his balls that this school year was going to be just like the last. He brushes his hair out of his eyes as he reaches the school building, looking up at it in disappointment. He didn't know what he had expected, but it wasn't this. Ah, well. He heads inside, feeling peoples eyes on him. The hair, the rings, the bracelets, and not to mention the rumours, all screamed gypsy. He was a walking target. He walks over to his locker, keeping his eyes down low, and when he gets there he puts his bag into it, before shutting his locker and leaning his forehead against it. Today was going to be a long day.
 
There, he saw him.. He wasn't like the others... He was, cute. "oh my God! What a fucking freak!" one of the guys shouted his way. she looked at him, eyes wide. He didn't look much like a freak, maybe misunderstood. "yeah" she agreed without really meaning it. She just kept looking at him, but how could she even think of something like that with someone who wasn't in her range. "go back to where you came from freak" everyone laughed. She felt bad, she always felt bad picking on people, but she didn't need her friends hating her too
 
Tate looks up, hearing the insults quite obviously aimed at him, and sighed, tucking one side of his long hair behind his ear, hearing the rattle of bracelets as they slid down his wrist. He was used to being called a freak, so he pretty much had a natural steel to it now. "Thank you," he says to one of the people who had called him a freak already, "We're all totally refreshed and challenged by your point of view." He takes a sarcastic bow before turning back to his locker and opening it again, grabbing his pack of cigarettes from his bag that he'd forgot to take out, and his outdated old cellphone. He sticks them both in his pockets, then shuts his locker.
 
Wow... Nobody ever stood up with them, Lilly let a smile crawl across her face. She... respected him, he was still kind of weird though. "okay, I guess it's his time to get his ass kicked" one of the jocks said standing up. "Dave no!.. umm... you'll get in trouble!" she said. She had a point and so he sat down. "I have to get to class" she said, getting up and walking toward the same class he was.. 'what?!' she thought
 
Tate was taller than the blonde girl stood next to him, and so he looked down at her awkwardly when she practically followed him to his class. She probably wasn't doing it intentionally but, still, he felt followed. He walked into his class and walked over to the teacher, handing her a note and telling her that he was Tate Rodgers and he was new. The teacher told him to find a seat, and so he walked towards the back of the classroom, and sat at the desk in the corner of the room. He sat, putting his feet up on his desk, as he watched students file into the classroom and look at him strangely.


(I'm gonna go to sleep now (Its 10:30 in England) because I have an important maths exam that I didn't study for first thing in the morning xD )
 
((Aww okay good night and good luck!))


she squinted her eyes at him when he looked at her. She sat in the back next to him, she needed to know what this guy was about, what was his deal? Where did he come from? She was going to find out. Not that they were going to be friends anyway
 
He tilted his head up at the ceiling and closed his eyes for a moment before he felt the girls eyes staring daggers into him, and he turned his head, opened his eyes, and looked at her. He raises one eyebrow questioningly, before, in one swift movement, he removed his legs from the table and instead had his arm on it, tilting him to the side so he could see her properly. His eyes scanned over her and he raised his other eyebrow. "What?"
 
She was actually taken aback by this... did he really just do that? Obviously he isn't from ANYWHERE around here if he doesn't know who I am. "excuse me?" she said in a much too harsh tone.
 
"Oh, you might not have heard me, I said: 'what?' As in what the hell are you looking at me for?" He says quickly resting his head on his hand, his elbow propped up against the table. Yeah, he could tell she was one of the popular girls, but he couldn't tell why she wasn't sat with someone else. Usually most girls avoid him like the plague, and get their boyfriends to beat the shit out of him.
 
"Hey, no need to be so snappy!" she said. "someone needs to not be such a dick". Okay, she was out of line but who the fuck did he think he was? Seriously, come on, she was smart, and gorgeous. 'How could he not be mesmerized by me?' she thought.
 
"Yeah, well when you're like me you learn that being a dick is essential." He shrugs his shoulders and turns to the front of the class again, but pulls his feet up underneath him so he was sat cross legged in the chair. He tapped his fingers on his thigh as the last person filed into the room, and class began, but he didn't pay attention.
 
(( I don't know where you planned on going with this but with your permission, I'd like to make it turn into a love story?))


"you could try being nice you know! It'll get you a lot further than that weird jewelry!" She actually didn't know why she was being mean to him, it was just something she did. "you could try fitting in for godsake" she told him. "I don't get people like you, weird people who don't want to fit in!" she seemed to get annoyed just by thinking about it. Did he think he was above fitting in? Well, he wasn't not even she was! And he was not above her.
 
((That's okay with me!))


He turned his head towards her, using his fingers to twist a ring around his middle finger, a habit of his. "Why would I want to fit in? Why would I want to be something I'm not? I'm not like you people, I'm not from here, and I don't fancy wearing those shitty clothes that you wear, when I could wear something that, in my world, is normal. So don't preach to me that I'm weird and don't fit in, because I know that, and I don't give a shit what you think about me." He says this, whispering to her loud enough for her to hear considering class had started.
 
"I'll have you know these jeans came from the most expensive store in town" she said with her teeth clenched. "I don't get it, I don't know who the hell you think you are talking to me like that, I could have the entire football team on you in a second" she threatened. "watch you're tongue, you have no idea who you have messed with, I came back here to study you, but you've ruined that, not entirely shocking" she said. "why are you even here if you hate it so much go back to weird-dickheadville"
 
"I'm here because I don't belong ANYWHERE. There is no place that I can go back to, they're all the same, they're all like you." He hisses back at her, "you think your money makes me like you? Why would a princess flaunt her wares in front of a pauper, to risk it being stolen?" He says, knowing it was a common stereotype that gypsies stole things from people. "And as for the football team, I honestly could not care less what they do."
 
"you don't know anything about me, why are you assuming, I didn't say my money made you like me, my beauty and amazing personality should make you like me! I was just defending my clothes" she retorted. "you have seen the football team right? 15, 250 pound guys that could probably bench press you out of a window? ring a bell?" she asked. "I thought maybe we could be friends, but you're just like everyone else, always assuming things, never given me a chance to explain, and snapping at me everywhere you can" she turned to the front of the class.
 
"I'm well aware of the features of a football team, but they could kill me and I wouldn't care. I'm used to it, princess. You're so... Full of yourself. I know your type, I don't have to assume." He says before rolling his eyes and, even though class was going on currently, stood up and walked out of the room. The teacher tried to object but he had already shut the door and walked out into the hall. He walked over to his locker, sitting down cross legged in front of it and taking his cigarettes out of his pocket.
 
Oh hell no. That's it! She got up and stormed after him. "you know NOTHING about me, or my life, you know nothing of what I've done or not done get it? I'm not a type I'm a PERSON like you!" she hissed through her teeth really steaming now. "Yeah, I'm bad, but you're just as bad as me! and you don't even have the balls to admit it! you're a child!" she said kicking the locker next to him through her rage. "I go through shit to you know, oh wait, you don't know because to you, I'm a perfect stereotype cheerleader right? fuck you!"
 
"I'm not about to sit here and let a stupid blonde girl tell me that she's been through shit. You don't know shit, until you've been beaten up at every town you go to because you're gypsy trash, you don't know shit until your father has left you because he thinks you and your mother are scum. So fuck off if you have so much of a shit life, why don't you run to your little friends and complain to them." He says, lighting his cigarette and putting it between his teeth, clearly annoyed.
 

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