Ejected

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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The first day of their last semester of high school. It was the day that everyone at King's Academy had either been looking forward to since their first day freshman year, or the day that marked the dreaded beginning of the end. For Kavan, it was the former. He woke up on that chilly Monday morning with a smile on his face, and got ready for school with a certain pep in his step. As much as he loved King's (sometimes) and all the friends that he made while attending the academy, the young man couldn't help but feel excited about his future. In just under six months, he'd be walking across the stage and receiving his diploma. He'd finally be able to put all of the petty high school drama behind him, and get a fresh start. And most importantly, he'd be able to move out of his home and live his life the way he wanted to, without his parents and their negative energy.

"I'm glad you finally got your car fixed," Kavan said to his older sister as they both walked out of the front door and towards their respective cars. "Not like I was getting tired of being your chauffeur or anything like that." Amoli simply stuck her tongue out at her brother before watching him pull off in the direction of his school.

As usual, Kavan pulled into the parking lot while singing along to Lenny Kravitz. It was only after the song had ended that Kavan cut the engine, gathered his things, and got out of the car. On instinct, Kavan took a quick look around the parking lot to see if he could spot his boyfriend; he figured that he and Marisol would be in their usual spot. But after coming to the conclusion that he wasn't there, Kavan shifted his bookbag onto his back and began to walk.

Kavan spotted Archer near the picnic tables, right as he'd been saying goodbye to the fiery redhead known as Julie MacMillan. Within moments, Kavan appeared at Archer's side and slung his arm around the boy's shoulders. "Well, if it isn't my favorite person in the world," Kavan said before giving him a quick peck on the cheek, "Ready to take on this final semester?"

What Are You Listening To?

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

<sub>1. Say Something — Jordan Rakei
2. B.I.T.C.H. — Megan Thee Stallion
3. LOVE IN THE DARK — Jessie Reyez
4. Yeah Yeah — Young Nudy
5. P*$$Y Fairy (OTW) — Jhene Aiko
6. Solid Gold — Raekwon
7. Blue World — Mac Miller
8. Nothin to Somethin — Syd
9. Whats Gwannin — MadeinTYO
0. Uptown II — Meek Mill</sub>

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{Solid Gold}

"Okay, so before I go ahead and put this money in ya pockets, I just want you to know that I am in no way, shape, or form condoning what it is that you're doing."

It was no secret to anyone that Carter Newton was the unofficial weed man of King's Academy. For a couple of years now, people have been coming to the young man with their wads of cash in hand, ready to discreetly trade it all in for the best product their money could buy. Being the good friends that they were, Chanel always knew what Carter did in his free time to make a little extra dough. However, that did not mean that she necessarily approved of it... and she certainly never copped from him whenever she needed her fix.

The two teenagers sat in Chanel's parked car, just like they'd done a few times before. They'd been sitting in the school parking lot for a little under fifteen minutes, listening to the all too familiar Wu-Tang songs that blared through the speakers and talking about what they'd done over the Winter break. The only difference this time was the small baggie that Carter held in his hand, ready to be handed off to Chanel. He could tell that she was reluctant to go through with it, which only made him wonder what finally made her give in.

"Chanel... you need to chill, ma." Carter said with a half smile. "It's just weed. You over here acting like I've been tryna sell you some hardcore drugs like Mr. Candy Man over there. And if you're so pressed about me dealing, what made you switch up all of a sudden, huh? Don't you usually go to some shady ass dude in Lake Worth?"

"I can't go to him anymore, he got caught up," Chanel said quickly with a roll of her eyes. "Whatever. And I don't have time to go searching for someone else. I need it now." And suddenly, in quick motions, Chanel shoved the few bills into Carter's hand, snatched the baggie from his lap, and stowed her newly acquired goods into the glove compartment. Of course, this only caused Carter to grow even more skeptical.

"Something going on with you, Coco? You seem a little, uh... on edge. More than usual, I mean." While his tone was joking, his eyes weren't; to say that he was concerned about his friend would be an understatement.

Chanel let out a deep breath and sat back in her seat. "Sorry, I didn't mean to snatch it," She said, running her hands through her newly installed hair. "It's embarrassing, but my anxiety has just been through the goddamn roof lately. I think it has something to do with going to visit my parents and our old home, because I haven't felt like this since... you know. And Carter, it's our last semester of high school. In less than six months we'll be walking across the stage and beginning our lives as adults. College students. Some of us will be leaving everything we know behind... I'm leaving behind my friends, my newfound home, my comfort zone. I'm panicking, and I'll take whatever I can to ease this fucking feeling."

The two of them sat in silence for a few moments, listening to the music and watching their fellow classmates head through the main entrance. It was only after the song had ended that Carter decided to share some news with Chanel. "I got into Morehouse. Early action. Just like you said I could. And I'm sca-"

In an instant, Chanel perked up and reached over to pinch Carter's cheek. "See, I told your ass that you'd get in. What the fuck did I tell youuuu? I feel like a proud ass big sister."

"Yooo, cut it out, Chanel." Carter said as he tried to pry her hands from his face. "I'll be a first generation college student at the end of the year, I'll be living in a city without the rest of my family, and I might even be moving far away from the one girl in this place that I have real feelings for. What I'm tryna say is that I'm scared too, Chanel. We all are. You don't have nothing to be embarrassed about."

Soon, Chanel and Carter finally got out of the car and began their walk towards the main entrance. "I guess I'll go to Julie's locker now," Chanel said with a smile, "You know, I'm thankful for the talk and all. But, just so you know... I'm keeping the weed."

"Oh yeah, for sure," Carter said with a shrug as he gave her a quick hug and started to head in the opposite direction, "You need to take the edge off, I get it. Besides... I don't do refunds."

Rosefell High.

Tyra Washington

_{{"If you ain't chasing your dreams,
what the fuck are you doing?"}}

》NAME

Tyra Nicole Washington

》NICKNAMES

Ty
@TyNicole

》AGE

18

》GENDER

Female

》SEXUALITY

Bisexual

》RELATIONSHIP STATUS

Single

》LABEL

The Influencer/Class Clown

》APPEARANCE

• Hair: Black | 4C curl pattern | She typically wears a straight, shoulder-length weave. She'll change it up every now and then by wearing it natural or getting it braided.
• Face: Dark brown eyes | Shaped and neatly threaded eyebrows | Full lips | Straight rows of pearly white teeth
• Skin: Deep skin tone | Clear complexion | Little to no blemishes, except for the occasional breakout.
• Height & Weight: 5'6" | 162 lbs
• Body Type: Athletic | Curvy Build
• Clothing Style: Tyra's wardrobe is fairly simple; She will usually be seen sporting a pair of jeans, a T-shirt or hoodie, and a pair of sneakers, typically some Air Jordan 1's. She'll accessorize with a simple gold chain, a few rings, and an anklet.
  x | x | x
• Makeup Wise: Tyra likes to keep her everyday makeup routine fairly basic. She'll usually just apply a good amount of foundation and concealer, over-line her lips with a dark pencil, and fill in her eyebrows.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Tyra has a few scars on her legs from childhood incidents. She also has a total of three tattoos, each of them either on her forearm or lower back. Although loving tattoos, Tyra has never been a big fan of piercings; therefore, she only has her earlobes and nose pierced.

》PERSONALITY TRAITS

Laid-Back ♦ Non-Committal ♦ Charismatic ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Witty ♦ Brutally Honest

For as long as anyone can remember, Tyra Washington has always proven herself to be a calm, cool, and collected individual. Like her mama, Tyra is very laid-back; she doesn't stress over little things, simply preferring to take them in stride. If you were to ask one of her close friends to describe the young woman, the first few words that would come spilling out of their mouths would be something along the lines of "sarcastic," "brutally honest," or "quick-witted." In her community, Tyra is known for her ability to come up with hilarious jokes or comebacks on the spot; this can easily be seen in one of her early YouTube videos where she had a "roast session" with a group of boys from her middle school. Another positive trait that Tyra possesses is her charisma; this, paired with her natural ability to make others laugh, was what initially drew people to her videos.

Unfortunately, while Tyra does have many great, positive attributes, she also has a few that she needs to work on improving or getting rid of altogether, the main one being her brutal honesty. While this can be fun to use in her videos, it also tends to put a burden on her long and short-term relationships. Tyra always speaks what's on her mind, and doesn't always stop to think about how what she says will affect the feelings of others. When this is paired with her sarcastic nature, it is easy for Tyra to hurt the feelings of those she cares about. Another negative aspect of Tyra is that she is very non-committal; unlike most of her peers, Tyra prefers not to be tied down to just one man or woman. Although she is very upfront with this, she has unfortunately broken her fair share of hearts.

》BIOGRAPHY

Tyra Washington spent the first few years of her life living in Atlanta, Georgia. She was raised by a single mother who worked as a massage therapist and never liked to stay in one place for too long. By the time Tyra was fifteen, she'd lived in 5 different cities: Atlanta, New Orleans, Baltimore, Virginia Beach, and Washington D.C. Once moving to Ohio, Tyra made her mother promise that they'd stay put... at least until she graduated from high school. Since Tyra's father left right before she was born, she never really had a positive male figure around the house. Tyra knew that her mother raised her well, but despite being constantly reminded that all she ever needed in this world was her mother, Tyra couldn't help but make multiple failed attempts at reaching out to the man.

She was eight years old when she was told about her biological father for the very first time. He'd been living in North Carolina ever since leaving them in Georgia, and was tirelessly pursuing his lifelong dream of becoming a stand-up comedian slash actor. It made her happy to hear that she and the man had so much in common; she'd always wondered where she'd gotten her natural ability to make others laugh. Ever since then, Tyra has been constantly checking the man's social media pages, as well as sending him emails and text messages in hopes that he'll respond, but he never does.

Tyra was twelve when she first discovered the Vine app and began posting her own 6 second videos. It didn't take long for her to gain a fairly large following; even after the app was shut down three years later and she began uploading more content to YouTube, her two-hundred thousand followers followed behind her. She's known as "TyNicole" by anyone who follows her, and uses her platforms to make a little extra cash that she plans on putting towards college.

》FAMILY

Regina Washington | Biological Mother | Massage Therapist | 49 Years Old

》MISC.

》Ryan Destiny | #5E9B56
》Drives a 2011 Honda Civic
》Plays video games in her spare time, mostly COD.
》There's not a lot in this world that she loves more than Hip-Hop.
》Hopes to follow in her father's footsteps and become a comedian/actress.
》You'll find her on YouTube, Instagram, Twitter, TikTok, and Snapchat @TyNicole
》I love Christmas music.

What Are You Listening To?

Rosefell High.

_{here she is}

Tyra Washington

_{{"If you ain't chasing your dreams,
what the fuck are you doing?"}}

》NAME

Tyra Nicole Washington

》NICKNAMES

Ty
@TyNicole

》AGE

18

》GENDER

Female

》SEXUALITY

Bisexual

》RELATIONSHIP STATUS

Single

》LABEL

The Influencer/Class Clown

》APPEARANCE

• Hair: Black | 4C curl pattern | She typically wears a straight, shoulder-length weave. She'll change it up every now and then by wearing it natural or getting it braided.
• Face: Dark brown eyes | Shaped and neatly threaded eyebrows | Full lips | Straight rows of pearly white teeth
• Skin: Deep skin tone | Clear complexion | Little to no blemishes, except for the occasional breakout.
• Height & Weight: 5'6" | 162 lbs
• Body Type: Athletic | Curvy Build
• Clothing Style: Tyra's wardrobe is fairly simple; She will usually be seen sporting a pair of jeans, a T-shirt or hoodie, and a pair of sneakers, typically some Air Jordan 1's. She'll accessorize with a simple gold chain, a few rings, and an anklet.
  x | x | x
• Makeup Wise: Tyra likes to keep her everyday makeup routine fairly basic. She'll usually just apply a good amount of foundation and concealer, over-line her lips with a dark pencil, and fill in her eyebrows.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Tyra has a few scars on her legs from childhood incidents. She also has a total of three tattoos, each of them either on her forearm or lower back. Although loving tattoos, Tyra has never been a big fan of piercings; therefore, she only has her earlobes and nose pierced.

》PERSONALITY TRAITS

Laid-Back ♦ Non-Committal ♦ Charismatic ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Witty ♦ Brutally Honest

For as long as anyone can remember, Tyra Washington has always proven herself to be a calm, cool, and collected individual. Like her mama, Tyra is very laid-back; she doesn't stress over little things, simply preferring to take them in stride. If you were to ask one of her close friends to describe the young woman, the first few words that would come spilling out of their mouths would be something along the lines of "sarcastic," "brutally honest," or "quick-witted." In her community, Tyra is known for her ability to come up with hilarious jokes or comebacks on the spot; this can easily be seen in one of her early YouTube videos where she had a "roast session" with a group of boys from her middle school. Another positive trait that Tyra possesses is her charisma; this, paired with her natural ability to make others laugh, was what initially drew people to her videos.

Unfortunately, while Tyra does have many great, positive attributes, she also has a few that she needs to work on improving or getting rid of altogether, the main one being her brutal honesty. While this can be fun to use in her videos, it also tends to put a burden on her long and short-term relationships. Tyra always speaks what's on her mind, and doesn't always stop to think about how what she says will affect the feelings of others. When this is paired with her sarcastic nature, it is easy for Tyra to hurt the feelings of those she cares about. Another negative aspect of Tyra is that she is very non-committal; unlike most of her peers, Tyra prefers not to be tied down to just one man or woman. Although she is very upfront with this, she has unfortunately broken her fair share of hearts.

》BIOGRAPHY

Tyra Washington spent the first few years of her life living in Atlanta, Georgia. She was raised by a single mother who worked as a massage therapist and never liked to stay in one place for too long. By the time Tyra was fifteen, she'd lived in 5 different cities: Atlanta, New Orleans, Baltimore, Virginia Beach, and Washington D.C. Once moving to Ohio, Tyra made her mother promise that they'd stay put... at least until she graduated from high school. Since Tyra's father left right before she was born, she never really had a positive male figure around the house. Tyra knew that her mother raised her well, but despite being constantly reminded that all she ever needed in this world was her mother, Tyra couldn't help but make multiple failed attempts at reaching out to the man.

She was eight years old when she was told about her biological father for the very first time. He'd been living in North Carolina ever since leaving them in Georgia, and was tirelessly pursuing his lifelong dream of becoming a stand-up comedian slash actor. It made her happy to hear that she and the man had so much in common; she'd always wondered where she'd gotten her natural ability to make others laugh. Ever since then, Tyra has been constantly checking the man's social media pages, as well as sending him emails and text messages in hopes that he'll respond, but he never does.

Tyra was twelve when she first discovered the Vine app and began posting her own 6 second videos. It didn't take long for her to gain a fairly large following; even after the app was shut down three years later and she began uploading more content to YouTube, her two-hundred thousand followers followed behind her. She's known as "TyNicole" by anyone who follows her, and uses her platforms to make a little extra cash that she plans on putting towards college.

》FAMILY

Regina Washington | Biological Mother | Massage Therapist | 49 Years Old

》MISC.

》Ryan Destiny | #5E9B56
》Drives a 2011 Honda Civic
》Plays video games in her spare time, mostly COD.
》There's not a lot in this world that she loves more than Hip-Hop.
》Hopes to follow in her father's footsteps and become a comedian/actress.
》You'll find her on YouTube, Instagram, Twitter, TikTok, and Snapchat @TyNicole
》I love Christmas music.

What Are You Listening To?

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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Unlike the majority of his friends at King's Academy, Kavan Varma and his family did not celebrate Christmas. Not once in his life had Kavan helped decorate a Christmas tree, helped prepare a big Christmas feast, or even scoured the malls looking for gifts for his loved ones. No, on December 25th, Kavan treated the day the same as any other; instead of watching those corny holiday programs or listening to Mariah Carey, he simply spent the day reading, writing, and playing his bass guitar. He'd even spent a little time with his older sister, who had the day off thanks to good ol' Saint Nick.

"I don't see the obsession with it all," He'd listened to Amoli say as she reheated her leftovers. "All the tales of a fat white man in a red suit who slides down your chimney at night, eats your freshly baked goods and drinks your milk... sounds like a goddamn intruder if you ask me."

"He leaves gifts for children, Amoli," Kavan had told her with a roll of his eyes. "It's not like he's a real person... He's a fictional character. For children. It's meant to be a good thing." It wasn't unlike his sister to be overly critical of the holiday; in fact, she went on the exact same spiel nearly every year. It was because of this that Kavan decided against asking for her advice about what to gift Archer for Christmas. Then she'd really pop a blood vessel.

"What does Santa even have to do with religion? And oh, what if people don't have chimneys, what does he do then? Just hop right in through their front windows? Bet that still wouldn't be considered breaking in. Oh, and..."

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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For as long as Carter could remember, his favorite thing about having a Christmas celebration with his father's side of the family in Oakland was finally, after spending the majority of the year apart, being able to reunite with his favorite older cousin. Not only did Carter discover his love for a certain herbal substance through his older cousin, but it was also with said boy that a new, secret tradition had begun between the two of them. First, they'd meet at their uncle's house, both accompanied by their sides of the family. Then they'd spend about twenty minutes or so getting their cheeks pinched by a certain auntie, whose makeup and wig always made her look casket ready.

And then finally, after being interrogated for thirty minutes about their personal lives by random family members that they barely knew, they'd finally excuse themselves from the rest of the family to take a "walk" around the neighborhood. This particular Christmas, the pair decided to stop at a nearby playground to smoke Carter's supply; together they sat side by side on the swing-set, with their only source of light being a street lamp.

"So," Terrell started as he fished around his jacket pocket for a lighter, "What's been goin on, cuzzo? What's new in your lavish life down in Palm Beach?" Carter could detect the familiar hint of bitterness in his cousin's voice; it was no secret that he wasn't too fond of his best friend moving to the other side of the country.

"Eh, same old shit. You know how it is." Carter said, keeping things simple. "Spoiled rich kids, boring ass classes, open mic nights, a few organized protests here and there..."

"Here you go with that militant, black power... Malcolm X shit again," Terrell laughed before taking a hit from the blunt. "I'm talking about college, goofy. You always been the smart one in the family, and I know Unc was probably on your ass about applying, so where'd you get into? You thinkin' about going to college somewhere in Cali?" And there it was.

"Actually... nah, I think I'ma stay somewhere down south." Carter said hesitantly before taking a hit. "You know, like Morehouse... I got into FAMU too, so that's an option." Carter didn't even have to look at his cousin to know the face that he was making. Don't get him wrong, Carter loved Oakland, and he'd missed his other side of the family more than anything... but in his mind, moving back after graduation seemed like taking a couple of steps backwards. "I can still come visit and shit though, like how I'm doing now. Or you could even come visit me."

The two sat in silence after that, finishing off their own spliffs in peace. It wasn't until Terrell stood from the swing that Carter knew their bonding time was officially over. "Whatever, man," Terrell said as he flicked the remaining bud into the grass, "Let's just head back. I'm tryna get a piece of Auntie's sweet potato pie before it's all gone."