Melissa

Rosefell High.

_{A @KatKook and @Melissa collaboration
Featuring Joanne Lynn and Aiden Howard}

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Jo turned around after leaving Samantha to herself. She really wanted to keep that promise of lunch with her so that they could catch up more, after all, Samantha was her best friend and it gave her a ton of comfort knowing that she was around. But there was something that she needed to deal with now, and that was the tour with the Liberty student, Aiden Howard. She spotted Rico with some tall Korean guy down the hall and she could tell that the Korean guy was not liking it one bit. Jo was expecting the same from Aiden but that was not going to stop her- she was feeling herself, she had finally met Sam, and JJ accepted her breakfast bagel, all was good.

She went around looking for this Aiden, and slammed into a tall blonde guy by the entrance of the building. He was obviously not a Rosefell kid so she took a wild swing at it.

"Uhh… Aiden…? Aiden Howard?" She asked, straining her neck just to look up at the man.

After begrudgingly parting ways with his love, the older Howard sibling already found himself in a rotten mood. That was the way it usually went- whilst spending time with Fiamma his heart felt full and the moment he had to pretend they weren’t anything more than friends it became empty again. And so, Aiden stood in the waiting area with his arms crossed and lips in a thin line, gaze locked on his redheaded girlfriend who stood across the hall also waiting for her tour guide. He was so focused on keeping a watchful eye on her that he didn’t have time to move out of the way before a shorter blonde collided into him.

“Jesus, watch where you’re going.” He stated, immediately irked that she didn’t stop herself before crashing into him. But as she introduced herself, he could only guess that this was his tour guide. Damn, what was her name… Josie? Jennifer? No, it was… “Joanne. Guess you’re showing me around this pit?” He glanced down at her name tag in order to recall her name and quickly over to Fiamma before looking back at the blonde girl.

Jo rubbed her forehead and shook her head, the guy had a hard chest so she got dazed a little from slamming into him. She took a step back to have a look at what was in front of her and nodded to herself. He spoke and Jo had to snap herself out of her thoughts to reply to what he was saying.

"Watch where I was-...? Oh right! Yeah, I’m Jo, don’t call me Joanne, your tour guide thingy… Welcome to Rosefell!" She exclaimed, waving her hand around like the school was the most interesting thing in the world. Spoiler alert: It was not, and she was sure it would never be. She grabbed him by his wrist then immediately let go after seeing him, this guy probably has a girlfriend who is definitely the jealous type, so she had to keep her touchy nature at bay. She then moved to hold him by the sleeve of his shirt and practically started dragging him through Rosefell.

"The Jo special tour starts here!" She exclaimed with a little spring in her step.

Joelle - well, Jo’s enthusiasm was nauseating. How could someone be so excited about being at Rosefell? Aiden was less than pleased to be there, and it was clear in the grimacing expression he currently had on his face as well as his moody disposition. On top of all that, he had to watch out of the corner of his eye as another guy put the moves on his girlfriend. Before he could intervene, his guide pulled him away unwillingly, and the blonde boy rolled his eyes. “I highly doubt there’s anything special about this place… let’s just make this quick.” He shook Jo’s hand off of his arm, “And hands off, that’s my throwing arm. I don’t need it pulled out of it’s socket for christ sake.”

Jo held her hand in the air for a moment when Aiden shook it off, she then clapped her hands together before continuing.

"Alright alright, sorry! I’m on the basketball team, can’t help it." She let out, trying to lighten up the situation. She continued walking, leading him through the school, "Alright, you’ve seen the classrooms all over the place, but the tour starts..." She then opened a set of double doors and opened the gym, the basketball court to be exact. "This is where the good games happen, well… Will happen." She then lead him out of the gym and onto the field, "But this is probably where you’ll be spending most of your time, afterall, you did say throwing arm." She then pointed behind the bleachers, "I don’t know what your vibe is but if you ever need uh… Urr..." She then thought what Rico might say in this situation and awkwardly continued, "G-Grass? Dude whatever, if you want weed it’s there, there’s a bunch of people there all the time." Jo added.

Basketball team? Aiden tried his best to hold in an incredulous laugh. While he was no misogynist in any way, shape, or form, he had a hard time believing that this girl could play. As they entered the gymnasium, the blonde boy was underwhelmed. The facilities at Liberty were top tier professional regulation and these were well… not. “I’m sure,” The boy replied sarcastically as Jo walked him down the court towards another set of double doors. He highly doubted that the basketball team was any good- or rather that any of the teams were good. Deep down he knew the Liberty kids would be Rosefell’s saving grace this season when it came to stats.

Aiden hoped that the fields outside would be more impressive, but he was sadly mistaken as the two of them emerged from the gym to find a lackluster football field and soccer nets in front of them. But wait… there were no Lacrosse nets? Maybe they were in storage. “Yeah, I’m Liberty’s star Lacrosse player… you guys do have a team right? The boy asked almost fearfully. But he laughed in the girl’s face as she brought up the transactions that tended to occur under the bleachers. “Yeah right, like I’ll be buying from Rosefell kids anytime soon… I have my own dealer, sweetheart, thank you very much.” Aiden replied in a tone that was evidently high and mighty.

Jo noticed out of the corner of her eye when Aiden was stifling laughter, she chuckled under her breath; these were the type of people she loved proving wrong, and with how the tour was going, she might have to do more than just show him her skills with a basketball. When Aiden asked about Lacrosse, Jo just shrugged giving him a smug look. It was clear that these two just did not click.

"Dunno, probably? Maybe? I’m going to say yes even though the answer is probably no, if there is Lacrosse, I guess it’s new with you guys coming here," Said Jo, wiping that smug grin off her face, she pointed behind her towards the gym over her shoulder with her thumb "I’m in the gym during my training so I never get to see it." After that came his comment about the daily little exchanges at the bleachers, the word sweetheart really annoyed her, the combination of his attitude and how rude he was being throughout the whole tour was really working her up; but Jo being Jo, she was trying her best to lock it in a box inside of her and throw it in a river.

"Alright, uh..." She swished her hand to point into a different direction and walked there, straight to the... "Cafeteria! I’m going to agree with what you’re going to say here, the food isn’t great and I doubt they’ll ever be, but it’s got it’s charm." She crossed her arms and pointed to where the kitchen was, "If you ever see a little brownish orange concoction with meat chunks in it, stay away." Jo continued, "A few places left, but I don’t think you’re going to care too much about them, but I have to show you them so you’re coming whether you like it or not." She stated.

As Jo droned on, Aiden couldn’t help but let his mind drift to think about what Fiamma was doing. The thought of her being around a guy, especially a Rosefell kid, made his blood boil. The goofy blonde he saw her with seemed like the type to pull a move or two, which did not please him one bit. He had to go and find them and break up the tour before things went… haywire. What brought the blonde boy back to his senses was Ms. WNBA still rambling on. Seeming to completely ignore his unamusement, she continued the tour, much to the blonde boy’s disappointment. It was when the girl made her last statement that Aiden clasped his hands together in frustration and began to speak roughly.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Jo, I don’t need to come with you and I’m not going to.” He stated, annoyance clear in his strained voice. “So if you’ll excuse me, I have much better things to do than tour around this pit of a school.” Almost making himself laugh, he shook his head and backed away, “God this place is such a fucking joke.”

Jo closed her eyes as she watched Aiden walk away. He was really being annoying so she was trying to calm herself down, a few deep breaths and she was back in the rhythm but she was not going to let someone be rude to her like that. She quickly jogged after him and blocked his path.

"Alright, listen," She said, raising her hand to stop him before crosing her arms and continuing, "I get that you’re not the type to enjoy this type of thing but man..." She took a step back, pretty much really annoyed at this point but she should have expected this, "I’m trying to just show you around, are you this mean to everyone else? You’re not going to survive the year if you’re like that." She turned around and spoke over her shoulder, "Even animals learn to adapt." With that being said, she walked away. This was very unlike Jo and even she knew it, she wanted to apologise but then he would look down at her again. She just kept walking in hopes that her words actually meant something.

“Survive the year? What, like you think I’m bottom of the food chain and need to cooperate to stay afloat?” The blonde boy scoffed, this girl not even understanding his place in the hierarchy of things. At Liberty, Aiden was a god among men. He could practically do whatever he wanted and say whatever he wanted- clearly Jo didn’t get that. But she would… eventually. As she walked away, he shook his head. “Whatever, I’m out of here.” Picking up his own pace, he made his way towards the front of the school. If he was quick, maybe he’d be able to intercept Fiamma’s tour and have a few minutes with her before the first period.

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

The sound of seatbelts unbuckling and car doors opening roused the blonde in the passenger’s seat from her slumber with a start. Eyes flying open, she looked around and was met with the sight of the Williamson’s Inn- they had arrived in Gary. Not realizing she had dozed off towards the end of the trip, Maggie was surprised that the others didn’t wake her. Hopefully they didn’t think she was being rude by falling asleep... it was certainly not her intention. When it came down to it, talking with the other witches for nearly 8 hours was exhausting for the shy girl, so it wasn’t completely out of character that she closed her eyes for a bit.

After gathering the belongings she had held onto in the front seat, the bookworm nimbly slid out of the car and grabbed her duffel bag from the trunk. Darkness had fallen a few hours prior, but the eerie silence was enough to send shivers up Maggie’s spine. As they said in the movies, it was quiet- too quiet. She was thankful though that Rowan took the lead and cut through the stillness of the night, offering up instructions to the group for checking in and meeting in one of the rooms. Admittedly (and also pretty evidently) the blonde was more of a follower than a leader, so if someone had to spearhead this mission she was confident that Rowan had the chops to do so.

Following suit, Maggie made her way behind the others to the room they’d be staying in, their lackluster accommodations revealed as the door creaked open. It definitely wasn’t the nicest hotel room she’d ever been in, but it would do for the purpose of their travels. Setting her bag down on the bed closest to the window, she sighed and began to go through the checklist her father had instilled in her since she was younger. According to him, you were only as safe as the room you were in and it was important to figure out what resources you had from the get-go if your magic failed you. First were the locks: the deadbolt and locks on the front door, locks on the bathroom door, locks on the windows. God forbid if an enemy (in this case, the Vampires) were to track them back here, it was important to understand how secure the group was in their own quarters. Following that were any items in the room that could be used to barricade the doors: a dresser, a coffee table, the pull-out couch. And lastly were items that could be used to defend yourself if your spells or weapons were to no avail: the ironing board in the closet, the iron itself, and the heavy bible that could be found in every hotel room.

After acclimating to her surroundings (as well as taking a few calming breaths), Maggie decided it would be best to freshen up before the meeting and before whatever they were to try and accomplish tonight. Grabbing a change of clothes from her duffle as well as some miscellaneous skin products, she went into the bathroom where she washed her face and slipped on an oversized black sweatshirt and black leggings. Sure, they would use spells and charms to render themselves incognito, but matching the dark surroundings wouldn’t hurt either. Emerging minutes later, she spent the rest of the time before the meeting flipping through a few pages of the novel she brought in order to center herself.

And then the nine of them were together again discussing their plan. Maggie had propped herself on her bed, legs crossed tensely as she listened to the various ideas being thrown around by Rowan and Jean Luc. Neither of them were bad ideas, in fact the two of them were being quite rational in their proposals, but the blonde knew that in order to be most effective in their hunt the group would have to mix both approaches. They had to leave no stone unturned if they were to be successful and make it back to the coven house… alive.

“We need to do both.” Maggie blurted boldly. Not anticipating how commanding and strong that would sound, she clarified. “I, um… what I mean is, some of us should go out tonight to see what we can find and some of us need to explore the town in the morning.” With another breath the blonde stood, uncharacteristically offering herself up and not falling behind or silent. “I got some shut-eye in the car and feel well rested enough, so I’ll go with Jean-Luc. He’s right that the vampires are only active in the night and if we want to see what we’re facing we can’t just idly stand by.” Looking around at the rest of the group nervously, she completed her train of thought.

“Who else wants to come?”

Mel's Memory Box

Chloe Maureen Chambers- Second Horizons

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^{Chloe Maureen Chambers}

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(FC: Sydney Sweeney; Dialogue: FF6E96)

♫ My skin is made of glass, but apparently it’s stained
'Cause you notice all the cracks, but can’t look inside my pain
And if you throw another stone
Then I'd stay far away, far away
I just might break ♫

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► How many years have you attended Second Horizons?

Luckily, this is only my first time here and hopefully it will be the last.

► What team color would you like? Do you think you'll get it?

Red, definitely red... and why wouldn’t I get it? Aren't we the ones paying you?

► Is this your choice to attend? If not, what can we do to accommodate you?

It's obviously not my choice to attend- my mom thought it would be a good idea for my younger sister and I to come out here since we haven't had the chance to spend time together recently due to my training schedule. As long as we send her a few photos of the two of us "bonding" we should be fine.

► Any allergies, disabilities, or special circumstances we should be aware of?

I follow a strict diet for my training. My coaching team had it sent over to the kitchen staff and I expect them to follow it. If I can't land my triple axel due to a shift in my center of gravity, I'll blame it on you.

► Do you have experience with any winter sports? Would you like lessons?

You're kidding right?

► What are you looking forward to?

If anything, it's the change in scenery. But I'm mostly looking forward to going home in two weeks.

► What are you not looking forward to?

I think you know by now that I'm not too thrilled to be here.

► Tell us a little bit about yourself:

If I must, we can start with the fact that I'm a nationally ranked figure skater and I have dedicated almost my whole life to being the best there is. I'm incredibly independent and headstrong which makes me quite competitive and goal-oriented on the ice. My mother says I'm a little too emotionally guarded for my own good, but I can't help that I tend to put my feelings aside when it comes to my decision making. Coach says I have a fiery tenacity about me, and I know that sometimes I can get a little hot-headed and lose my temper easily. I'm brutally honest which hasn't gained me the most friends in life, but for those friends and family I do have, I am incredibly protective over them, especially Mia.

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► Noteworthy appearance traits:

• Hair: Blonde | Straight | Wears it down when she's off the ice, but always in an updo/ponytail when she's skating.
• Eyes: Blue
• Height: 5’5”
• Body Type: Petite | Slim | Athletic
• Clothing Style: Normally, Chloe wears athleisure to and from the Rink and whilst lounging around after practices, but when she goes out or has events she is known to wear classy but understated pieces. Lots of neutral colors and staples that can be mixed and matched easily.
• Piercings: Just the standard lobe piercing.
• Etc: Has a birthmark in the shape of leaf on her back.

► Noteworthy luggage items:

Two suitcases- a matching checked bag and carry on filled with mostly practice clothes as well as some day outfits for when she's not in the ice. A backpack with her computer, chargers, makeup, and headphones. Her second personal item is her custom made Jackson Ultima skates that were built specifically for her feet and cost hundreds of dollars. She never lets them out of her sight.

► Quirks:

• Taps her skates against the wall three times before she steps on the ice- it's a good luck ritual and she's incredibly superstitious about it.
• Checks her pulse when she's nervous or anxious.
• Recently has gotten into manifestation and writes her goals and aspirations in a notebook in order to make them a reality.

► Likes/Dislikes:

✔ Peanut butter and banana protein oats.
✔ A clean skate.
✔ Carefully curated playlists.
✖ Ice chips.
✖ Second place- you're the first to lose.
✖ Indecisive people.

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► History:

From the first hockey game that he ever went to at TD Garden in Boston to watch the Bruins face the Flyers, Samuel Chambers knew that one day he wanted to play professional hockey in the NHL. He was drawn to the sport- the team camaraderie, the skill, the speed of it- and worked hard to make a name for himself in his youth. He played right wing and consistently was his team's top scorer for his ability to quickly analyze the ice and move around the defense. By the time he was a Sophomore in high school, he already had scholarship offers from some of the top collegiate teams, and after making the necessary grades committed to Boston College to play Hockey.

Within his first two years at BC, Sam quickly became a star player for the team. His coaches could always count on him to make the strategic moves over the dramatic plays, and his teammates knew he'd always find a way to push defense and make his way to score. He lived for the game, and NHL scouts began to take notice. But, that was all ripped away from him during his Junior year when he was blindsided by a right defensive from Minnesota who crashed him into the boards. Within seconds, a snap of his tibia and a debilitating concussion shockingly and suddenly ended Sam's hockey career.

At first, he struggled to cope with this immense loss. He spent days and nights dreaming about what could have been; his whole career and a livelihood which was once at his fingertips now snatched away. But eventually, he picked himself up from rock bottom and found a way to combine his love for Hockey by moving to New York City and working as an Analyst for the Rangers. He used his experience and expertise to track the players' data in order to help them improve their game and skills. Sam felt fulfilled, but his lifelong dream was never fully realized.

Enter Nessarose, the mother of his children. He saw her across the bar after a long evening of work and the rest was history. Whimsical and artistic, eccentric and creative, loving and compassionate- Nessa filled the holes in Sam's life that he needed. Where he was structured, she was a free spirit. After dating for a few years, they got married and moved upstate, having their first born and eldest Chloe shortly thereafter.

Chloe's life can be divided into two parts- there's before skating and after skating. The moment that the young blonde glided onto the ice, everything changed. Like her father had experienced many years prior, there was a spark; an immediate passion and love that just could not be fulfilled by anything else. For the young girl, figure skating was the perfect combination of her parent's interests - it had the artistic fluency and creativity that Nessa utilized in her writing and the athletic and calculating aspects of Samuel's hockey aspirations. Plus, as a young girl, she loved the beautiful dresses the girls wore while waltzing across the ice. As soon as Chloe's father discovered that his daughter had not only taken an interest to skating, but was a born natural, he clung to it for dear life. He saw it as an opportunity to breathe life from his failed career into his daughter's.

Samuel poured an unhealthy amount of time and energy into his eldest's skating. He was completely invested- always at the rink with her critiquing her movements, calling out her mistakes, and pushing her to be perfect. Tough love was the norm, but as time went on and Chloe got older, the expectations grew loftier and medals and trophies became the only way for her to receive validation from her father. Samuel curated her practice schedule in such a way that it cut her off from her peers and even her mother and sister. Chloe built her walls high to guard herself from the negativity she was hit with from her father- around her craft, her weight, her focus, and other harsh words that were supposed to 'motivate' her. She grew devoid of emotions, as according to him they were keeping her from being the best competitor, and she put every ounce of herself into her skating in order to hopefully make him proud. At the end of the day, Samuel became more of a coach than a father and the blonde was a skater and not a daughter.

And now we're here- Nessa having finally put her foot down in horror at what their family has become. She insisted that Chloe and Mia go away for two weeks - the most time that either of them have ever spent away from their parents - to bond and rekindle their sisterly relationship that they once had. This will also be the most time that Chloe will have spent not practicing consistently. Will she crack, or will she thrive?

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► Extra information:

N/A

Mel's Memory Box

Liv Howard- Rosefell High

_{(FC: Kathryn Newton | Dialogue: 0ABAB5)}

Name

Olivia Howard

Nickame

Liv or Livvy

Age

17, June 14

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Bisexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Prep Princess

Appearance Details

• Hair: Blonde | It's naturally curly but she tends to blow-dry and straighten it more than she should.
• Eyes: Blue
• Height: 5’4”
• Body Type: Ectomorph | She has quite delicate and dainty features.
• Clothing Style: Liv, just like her mother, always dresses to impress. Her style is mostly preppy, with designer pieces and the latest fashions. She puts a lot of effort into her wardrobe and outfits and always aims to look put together and trendy.

Personality Traits

• Liv has the biggest heart and would take a bullet for you if necessary.
• She's quite naive; having been sheltered her whole life by her parents has affected her views of the world.
• Liv tends to romanticize situations, which is both a positive thing as well as a negative.
• She is sickeningly optimistic and always finds the good in even the worst things.
• She is very dependent on others (especially her older brother) since everything was practically handed to her by her parents growing up. But she’s slowly leaning to fend for herself as her mom and dad are more absent.
• Liv is easily influenced and doesn’t really stand firm in her opinions and beliefs, which is why her brother worries about people taking advantage of her.
• The blonde is itching to break out her innocent mold and try new things. Whether that be alcohol or drugs or making poor decisions, she never had the chance to rebel as a kid and now’s the time.
• She’s very affectionate- her love language is touch.

Biography

Denise and James Howard were a match made in heaven. They met in college- a private and fancy institution- and fell in love. The two were completely in sync, almost the same soul. It didn't take long for them to get engaged and married, moving to New York City shortly after to start their careers. They amassed a large amount of money in a short period of time, James earning a hefty sum from his growing role at an advertising firm, and Denise selling some of the most lucrative properties in the tri-state area. This afforded them the position to move away from the city after a few years in order to start a family of their own. They settled in Columbus, a middle ground between Chicago and New York so that James could easily travel for work, and they had three children, Olivia the youngest. Denise had always wanted a daughter to spoil and dote upon, and once she was born, everything became about her.

From what it seemed like, Liv's parents made the most time for their baby girl (even though total hours spent with their children dwindled as the years went on). Her mother loved nothing more than to put the blonde in cute outfits and dresses and her father made sure she had every toy and doll she ever wanted. All of her needs and desires were always fulfilled and her parents spoiled her rotten. But from this constant attention and affection, it became clear that Liv's parents were attempting to shelter her from the world. Highly overprotective, every aspect of the young girl's life was plotted and planned and controlled for her.

When her brothers got to do whatever they wanted, play with the neighbors and just be boys, the young girl had to follow rules and structure in a way her siblings didn't need to. Her parents made sure she had the best manners and etiquette, always presented herself well, and masqueraded everything she felt behind a smile. Forever the obedient and respectful daughter, she listened to them wholeheartedly, only considering that they were doing this because they loved and wanted what was best for her. She became a china doll, a pretty face, and a naive young lady.

When she got to High School though, she started to take stock of how the other girls acted around her. They were free birds- able to do and say as they pleased and make risky choices and learn from them. The blonde girl wanted to do that, but under her parent’s watchful eye it was highly unlikely she’d ever be given that chance. However, now a Junior and at Rosefell of all places, all Liv wants to do is make up for lost time. She has had this hidden desire to let all hell break loose and now that her parents are barely around she can’t imagine a better time to break out of the mold she was set into at an early age.

Watch out world, Liv Howard is coming for you.

Family

Denise Howard (Mother | 47 | FC: Charlize Theron)

A successful real estate broker- one of the best in the Columbus area.

James Howard (Father | 48 | FC: Milo Ventimiglia)

Chief Financial Officer for a well known advertising firm.

Spencer Howard (Older Brother | 20 | FC: Chord Overstreet)

A junior at Meadow University studying Finance.

Aiden Howard (Older Brother | 18 | FC: Rudy Pankow)

A senior at Rosefell High (previously Liberty High).

Misc.

• Liv hasn't bothered to get her license yet as her brother chauffeurs her everywhere. He may not be the best driver, but she gets from Point A to Point B in one piece.
• Her best friend on this entire planet is Trixie Kingsley. The two grew up as basically sisters and did everything together. Attached at the hip, where Trixie is, Liv is, and vice versa.
• She’s a natural blonde, but does get highlights from time to time.
• Liv tends to be a picky eater and has a distaste for most healthy things.

Mel's Memory Box

Aiden Howard- Rosefell High

_{(FC: Rudy Pankow | Dialogue: 2D7DD2)}

Name

Aiden Howard

Age

18, April 5

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Jock/Delinquent

Appearance Details

• Hair: Blonde | He usually styles it with gel and keeps it longer on top.
• Eyes: Blue
• Height: 5’11”
• Body Type: Athletic. He is quite toned and fit.
• Clothing Style: Aiden has an acquired high taste level (not to mention a high budget), so you'll always find him dressing neatly and in style. He doesn't necessarily dress "fancy", but his clothes are always well tailored and fit him to a tee from the best brands. Whether it's sweaters in the winter, tee shirts in the summer, or the perfect pair of jeans, he makes casual look classy.

Personality Traits

• Aiden is a risk taker through and through. He's never afraid to shy away from a new adventure or challenge, and always is searching for his next adrenaline rush.
• Though he might dumb himself down at times, he actually has quite a keen intellect and is clever when it comes to things that he's passionate about. Especially Lacrosse- he's calculating on the field and is always ten steps ahead of his opponent.
• Aiden bases his opinions and actions heavily in realism. He sees everything for what it is, and doesn't try to over exaggerate or romanticize situations.
• A practical thinker, the blonde will always be completely honest with you, even if it is to your own detriment.
• Due to his upbringing he is extremely independent, and that shows in his thought process. In Aiden's mind, it's every man for himself.
• He's very strong willed and assertive- it's either his way or the highway.
• He can be quite the smooth talker and is really good at persuading others to get what he wants.
• Surprisingly, Aiden is very observant and perceptive. He has the ability to see how someone else is feeling and empathize, which you wouldn't expect. Especially for those that he cares about, he's very protective and will keep their best interest in mind.
• Despite all of his negative traits, at his core Aiden means well.

Biography

Denise and James Howard were a match made in heaven. They met in college- a private and fancy institution- and fell in love. The two were completely in sync, almost the same soul, and aligned on every need and want. It didn't take long for them to get engaged and married, moving to New York City shortly after to start their careers. They amassed a large amount of money in a short period of time, James earning a hefty sum from his growing role at an advertising firm, and Denise selling some of the most lucrative properties in the tri-state area. This afforded them the position to move away from the city after a few years in order to start a family of their own. They settled in Columbus, a middle ground between Chicago and New York so that James could easily travel for work, and they had three children, Aiden coming in at the middle of the pack.

When he was young, Aiden had a happy childhood. Even though they had a nanny during the day, the blonde and his siblings loved spending evenings with their parents when they got home from work. But as time went on, things turned into more of a routine- evenings together grew shorter and shorter, turning into only weekends or an hour or two during the week. His father traveled and his mother went from one open house to another. As a middle child both literally and metaphorically, this lack of face to face with his mom and dad caused Aiden to feel unseen. Livvy was the baby of the family who always got what she wanted; her mother's angel and father's little girl. Spencer was the eldest and the wisest; had excellent grades and always made his parents so proud. And as for the blonde boy, it didn't matter what he did- his mom and dad were too busy to care.

It was in middle school that he began acting out. It started in small ways, like messing with his uniform or speaking out of turn in class, the attention he received from faculty and peers alike fueling his actions. It slowly but surely turned into him getting into fights and skipping lessons. Like everything else, his parents tried to throw money at the problem: promising him material incentives for good behavior and stellar grades. But it made things worse, their middle child ending up in detention, getting suspended, and even in the hospital on some occasions. Denise and James thought they had been doing right for their children by enrolling them in the best schools and giving them everything in the world and more. Even though they spoiled Spencer, Aiden, and Livvy rotten, they failed to realize that more is not always better. And that was the case for Aiden: money couldn't buy his happiness. All he wanted was the attention and approval of his parents.

One would hope that with time that things would get better, but Aiden still couldn't hide from the sickening feeling at the pit of his stomach that he wasn't good enough. Plus, his mom and dad didn't exactly make the effort for him to think any differently. Especially when his older brother went off to a prestigious Ivy League, Aiden continued to find new ways to be reckless and impulsive. It was a silent cry for help. The reputation he created for himself at Liberty was one not to be misunderstood. Although he had a good heart, he used his popularity to distract from his sad reality. Drugs and alcohol helped him escape for just a few hours at a time and to be honest, the only thing that kept him in school was Lacrosse and he only maintained the minimum GPA required to be on the team. But now, with transferring to Rosefell, who knows what stunt he'll pull next.

Family

Denise Howard (Mother | 47 | FC: Charlize Theron)

A successful real estate broker- one of the best in the Columbus area.

James Howard (Father | 48 | FC: Milo Ventimiglia)

Chief Financial Officer for a well known advertising firm.

Spencer Howard (Older Brother | 20 | FC: Chord Overstreet)

A junior at Meadow University studying Finance.

Olivia "Livvy" Howard (Younger Sister | 17 | FC: Kathryn Newton)

A sophomore at Rosefell High (previously Liberty High).

Misc.

• Aiden drives a Jeep Wrangler, gifted to him by his parents for his 16th birthday.
• He also has full reign over his older brother's motorcycle since he's off at college and unable to use it.

Halloween is my favorite holiday in general, but I love dressing up! Some of my favorites costumes from college include Power Rangers with a group friends (I was obvs Pink), Harley Quinn & Poison Ivy with my roommate, and a 60's housewife.

Mel's Memory Box

Ellie Roberts- Rosefell High

_{(FC: Kaitlyn Dever | Dialogue: FACE75)}

Name

Eleanor Roberts

Nickames

Goes by Ellie, only her mother calls her Eleanor when she's angry.

Age

17, February 23

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Artist

School

Rosefell High

Appearance Details

• Hair: Brown | Wavy | Usually worn down and natural. She doesn’t fuss too much with it, but every so often she'll curl or straighten it for special occasions or just because she's in the mood.
• Eyes: Hazel
• Height: 5’2”
• Body Type: Ellie has a slim build and a petite frame. She's not athletic in the slightest (gym is the bane of her existence), so her arms and legs aren't all that muscular. However, her limbs and overall stature are complementary of her height and delicate facial features.
• Clothing Style: As her parents taught her from a young age, Ellie makes the most of the least and tends to thrift the majority of her clothing in order to not exhaust her limited wardrobe (and mostly save money). You’ll often find her at Savers and Salvation Army in Columbus as well as the Savers near where Liberty High used to be before they shut down, as the clothes are infinitely nicer over there. She doesn’t understand how people just get rid of designer clothes when they’re in perfect condition, but she benefits from it regardless! Her style is eclectic and vintage pieces mixed with upscale throwaways when she can find them.
• Makeup Wise: Always wears light and natural makeup at school but will put looks together to go with her outfits sometimes. If she ever wears lipstick, it's either nude or red.
• Scars, Tattoos and/or Piercings: Ellie only has her ears pierced, nothing more.

Personality Traits

It's hard to talk about Ellie's personality without first mentioning her artistic nature. A creative soul, the brunette thinks abstractly in color and sees in patterns and shapes. Whether it be through paint, music, or photography, Ellie's eye and ear when it comes to art is second to none. This talent is also quite telling of her imaginative mind. She's always envisioning new ideas and dreaming big dreams, bigger than Rosefell or Columbus, Ohio itself. The girl is incredibly passionate about her craft and her identity is heavily shaped by her artistic aspirations.

Other than her affinity to right-brained activities, Ellie is described by her friends as open, easy going and bubbly. You can always rely on her to be a sunny and bright spot on an otherwise gloomy day with her positive and cheery demeanor, and as she is unmistakably an extrovert, she will go out of her way to make an impact on others and show them that she cares. Kindhearted and loving, Ellie takes great pride and puts a heavy emphasis on showing and conveying her emotions to those that she holds close. Some might interpret it as her being sensitive, but it is simply how she expresses her feelings. It's not abnormal for her to remind her friends and loved ones every so often of how much she values having them in her life.

One of the negative things that come with being energetic is that Ellie can be inherently impulsive at times. She might jump to conclusions or say the wrong thing when she doesn't mean it (maybe even get herself into situations that aren't the best), but she always finds a unique way to think outside of the box and rewind in order to solve each predicament as they come her way.

Biography

Ellie's parents met at Rosefell High nearly 29 years ago. Although Jennifer was a sophomore and Michael was a senior getting ready to graduate, there was an unmistakable connection and chemistry between them that couldn't be ignored. They started dating, and shortly after they both graduated from Columbus State Community College a few years later, they got married and bought a house down the road from Jen's parents, settling down to start a family together. First came Gabriel, and then along came Ellie two years after.

For the first few years of the brunette's life, her mother stayed home with her and her brother while their father worked day shifts at the local Autobody shop. At night, they'd switch, and Ellie's mom would go to work at the local hospital as a nurse. This hand off wasn't by choice, but out of pure necessity, as money was quite tight in those beginning years. By the time that Ellie was 6, things were falling into place. Michael was working his way up the ranks at the shop and Jennifer was offered a position as the school nurse at Rosefell Elementary where the Roberts' children attended. For the first time, the Roberts' could enjoy their nights together as a family. They'd eat dinner together, play board games, run around outside, and read stories from old worn books. Her parents instilled creativity in their children, having them use their imaginations to make the most out of the least. Sticks from the woods were swords in their Pirate fights, pillows and blankets created castles fit for royalty, and a kiddie pool in their backyard was the ocean in their summer vacation paradise. Even though didn't have much, they were happy, and this time spent strengthened their bond.

A formative moment in Ellie's childhood was when she was roaming about the house as a toddler and stumbled across an old set of paints. The colors were what first grabbed her attention, but what really captivated her was the freedom she had to create something completely her own. It was a concept she didn't understand at the time, but looking back, it's clear that young Ellie liked to color outside the lines both metaphorically and literally. Although the back wall of the basement was ruined, the brunette had begun to forge her own path and set herself on a trajectory to where she is now as a budding artist.

Today, the Roberts' family is thriving. Ellie's father now owns the auto body shop (renamed Roberts' Auto Repair), her mother is still happily employed at the Elementary School, and her brother is off at Ohio State with plans to go to medical school. They still don't have everything, but they've certainly come a long way from where they first started. Knowing that college looms in the distance, Ellie works two jobs in order to save up for tuition- on Tuesdays and Thursdays she runs an after school art program for middle schoolers, and on Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays, she works at the Yellow Rose Diner waitressing. She still isn't entirely sure how she's going to fund her way through Art school, but plans on applying for every scholarship under the sun. However, for now, she's soaking up her dwindling time at Rosefell and is ready to take on whatever the future throws at her.

Family

Jennifer Roberts (Mother | 43 | FC: Robin Tunney)

The school nurse at Rosefell Elementary.

Michael Roberts (Father | 45 | FC: Ben Affleck)

Owner of Roberts' Auto Repair, a local autobody shop near Rosefell High.

Gabriel "Gabe" Roberts (Older Brother | 19 | FC: Cody Christian)

A student at The Ohio State University studying Biology on a Pre-Med track.

Misc.

• She drives an old Toyota Camry that was once her grandparents, but was given to her once they needed to get a new car. It was fixed up by her father, so it's in perfect condition under the hood, but it's certainly not glamorous on the outside. However, it gets her from place to place just fine!
• Ellie always carries a sketch book and pens with her wherever she goes. You never know when an idea is going to come to you!
• If you're looking for her, she can most likely be found either in the art room working on her next project or outside near the sports fields drawing flowers or playing music.

Halloween is my favorite holiday in general, but I love dressing up! Some of my favorites costumes from college include Power Rangers with a group friends (I was obvs Pink), Harley Quinn & Poison Ivy with my roommate, and a 60's housewife.

Second Horizons

Chloe Maureen Chambers

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^{Chloe Maureen Chambers}

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(FC: Sydney Sweeney; Dialogue: FF6E96)

♫ My skin is made of glass, but apparently it’s stained
'Cause you notice all the cracks, but can’t look inside my pain
And if you throw another stone
Then I'd stay far away, far away
I just might break ♫

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► How many years have you attended Second Horizons?

Luckily, this is only my first time here and hopefully it will be the last.

► What team color would you like? Do you think you'll get it?

Red, definitely red... and why wouldn’t I get it? Aren't we the ones paying you?

► Is this your choice to attend? If not, what can we do to accommodate you?

It's obviously not my choice to attend- my mom thought it would be a good idea for my younger sister and I to come out here since we haven't had the chance to spend time together recently due to my training schedule. As long as we send her a few photos of the two of us "bonding" we should be fine.

► Any allergies, disabilities, or special circumstances we should be aware of?

I follow a strict diet for my training. My coaching team had it sent over to the kitchen staff and I expect them to follow it. If I can't land my triple axel due to a shift in my center of gravity, I'll blame it on you.

► Do you have experience with any winter sports? Would you like lessons?

You're kidding right?

► What are you looking forward to?

If anything, it's the change in scenery. But I'm mostly looking forward to going home in two weeks.

► What are you not looking forward to?

I think you know by now that I'm not too thrilled to be here.

► Tell us a little bit about yourself:

If I must, we can start with the fact that I'm a nationally ranked figure skater and I have dedicated almost my whole life to being the best there is. I'm incredibly independent and headstrong which makes me quite competitive and goal-oriented on the ice. My mother says I'm a little too emotionally guarded for my own good, but I can't help that I tend to put my feelings aside when it comes to my decision making. Coach says I have a fiery tenacity about me, and I know that sometimes I can get a little hot-headed and lose my temper easily. I'm brutally honest which hasn't gained me the most friends in life, but for those friends and family I do have, I am incredibly protective over them, especially Mia.

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► Noteworthy appearance traits:

• Hair: Blonde | Straight | Wears it down when she's off the ice, but always in an updo/ponytail when she's skating.
• Eyes: Blue
• Height: 5’5”
• Body Type: Petite | Slim | Athletic
• Clothing Style: Normally, Chloe wears athleisure to and from the Rink and whilst lounging around after practices, but when she goes out or has events she is known to wear classy but understated pieces. Lots of neutral colors and staples that can be mixed and matched easily.
• Piercings: Just the standard lobe piercing.
• Etc: Has a birthmark in the shape of leaf on her back.

► Noteworthy luggage items:

Two suitcases- a matching checked bag and carry on filled with mostly practice clothes as well as some day outfits for when she's not in the ice. A backpack with her computer, chargers, makeup, and headphones. Her second personal item is her custom made Jackson Ultima skates that were built specifically for her feet and cost hundreds of dollars. She never lets them out of her sight.

► Quirks:

• Taps her skates against the wall three times before she steps on the ice- it's a good luck ritual and she's incredibly superstitious about it.
• Checks her pulse when she's nervous or anxious.
• Recently has gotten into manifestation and writes her goals and aspirations in a notebook in order to make them a reality.

► Likes/Dislikes:

✔ Peanut butter and banana protein oats.
✔ A clean skate.
✔ Carefully curated playlists.
✖ Ice chips.
✖ Second place- you're the first to lose.
✖ Indecisive people.

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► History:

From the first hockey game that he ever went to at TD Garden in Boston to watch the Bruins face the Flyers, Samuel Chambers knew that one day he wanted to play professional hockey in the NHL. He was drawn to the sport- the team camaraderie, the skill, the speed of it- and worked hard to make a name for himself in his youth. He played right wing and consistently was his team's top scorer for his ability to quickly analyze the ice and move around the defense. By the time he was a Sophomore in high school, he already had scholarship offers from some of the top collegiate teams, and after making the necessary grades committed to Boston College to play Hockey.

Within his first two years at BC, Sam quickly became a star player for the team. His coaches could always count on him to make the strategic moves over the dramatic plays, and his teammates knew he'd always find a way to push defense and make his way to score. He lived for the game, and NHL scouts began to take notice. But, that was all ripped away from him during his Junior year when he was blindsided by a right defensive from Minnesota who crashed him into the boards. Within seconds, a snap of his tibia and a debilitating concussion shockingly and suddenly ended Sam's hockey career.

At first, he struggled to cope with this immense loss. He spent days and nights dreaming about what could have been; his whole career and a livelihood which was once at his fingertips now snatched away. But eventually, he picked himself up from rock bottom and found a way to combine his love for Hockey by moving to New York City and working as an Analyst for the Rangers. He used his experience and expertise to track the players' data in order to help them improve their game and skills. Sam felt fulfilled, but his lifelong dream was never fully realized.

Enter Nessarose, the mother of his children. He saw her across the bar after a long evening of work and the rest was history. Whimsical and artistic, eccentric and creative, loving and compassionate- Nessa filled the holes in Sam's life that he needed. Where he was structured, she was a free spirit. After dating for a few years, they got married and moved upstate, having their first born and eldest Chloe shortly thereafter.

Chloe's life can be divided into two parts- there's before skating and after skating. The moment that the young blonde glided onto the ice, everything changed. Like her father had experienced many years prior, there was a spark; an immediate passion and love that just could not be fulfilled by anything else. For the young girl, figure skating was the perfect combination of her parent's interests - it had the artistic fluency and creativity that Nessa utilized in her writing and the athletic and calculating aspects of Samuel's hockey aspirations. Plus, as a young girl, she loved the beautiful dresses the girls wore while waltzing across the ice. As soon as Chloe's father discovered that his daughter had not only taken an interest to skating, but was a born natural, he clung to it for dear life. He saw it as an opportunity to breathe life from his failed career into his daughter's.

Samuel poured an unhealthy amount of time and energy into his eldest's skating. He was completely invested- always at the rink with her critiquing her movements, calling out her mistakes, and pushing her to be perfect. Tough love was the norm, but as time went on and Chloe got older, the expectations grew loftier and medals and trophies became the only way for her to receive validation from her father. Samuel curated her practice schedule in such a way that it cut her off from her peers and even her mother and sister. Chloe built her walls high to guard herself from the negativity she was hit with from her father- around her craft, her weight, her focus, and other harsh words that were supposed to 'motivate' her. She grew devoid of emotions, as according to him they were keeping her from being the best competitor, and she put every ounce of herself into her skating in order to hopefully make him proud. At the end of the day, Samuel became more of a coach than a father and the blonde was a skater and not a daughter.

And now we're here- Nessa having finally put her foot down in horror at what their family has become. She insisted that Chloe and Mia go away for two weeks - the most time that either of them have ever spent away from their parents - to bond and rekindle their sisterly relationship that they once had. This will also be the most time that Chloe will have spent not practicing consistently. Will she crack, or will she thrive?

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► Extra information:

N/A

Second Horizons

Chloe Maureen Chambers

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^{Chloe Maureen Chambers}

• •

(FC: Sydney Sweeney; Dialogue: FF6E96)

♫ My skin is made of glass, but apparently it’s stained
'Cause you notice all the cracks, but can’t look inside my pain
And if you throw another stone
Then I'd stay far away, far away
I just might break ♫

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____________________________________________________________

► How many years have you attended Second Horizons?

Luckily, this is only my first time here and hopefully it will be the last.

► What team color would you like? Do you think you'll get it?

Red, definitely red... and why wouldn’t I get it? Aren't we the ones paying you?

► Is this your choice to attend? If not, what can we do to accommodate you?

It's obviously not my choice to attend- my mom thought it would be a good idea for my younger sister and I to come out here since we haven't had the chance to spend time together recently due to my training schedule. As long as we send her a few photos of the two of us "bonding" we should be fine.

► Any allergies, disabilities, or special circumstances we should be aware of?

I follow a strict diet for my training. My coaching team had it sent over to the kitchen staff and I expect them to follow it. If I can't land my triple axel due to a shift in my center of gravity, I'll blame it on you.

► Do you have experience with any winter sports? Would you like lessons?

You're kidding right?

► What are you looking forward to?

If anything, it's the change in scenery. But I'm mostly looking forward to going home in two weeks.

► What are you not looking forward to?

I think you know by now that I'm not too thrilled to be here.

► Tell us a little bit about yourself:

If I must, we can start with the fact that I'm a nationally ranked figure skater and I have dedicated almost my whole life to being the best there is. I'm incredibly independent and headstrong which makes me quite competitive and goal-oriented on the ice. My mother says I'm a little too emotionally guarded for my own good, but I can't help that I tend to put my feelings aside when it comes to my decision making. Coach says I have a fiery tenacity about me, and I know that sometimes I can get a little hot-headed and lose my temper easily. I'm brutally honest which hasn't gained me the most friends in life, but for those friends and family I do have, I am incredibly protective over them, especially Mia.

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► Noteworthy appearance traits:

• Hair: Blonde | Straight | Wears it down when she's off the ice, but always in an updo/ponytail when she's skating.
• Eyes: Blue
• Height: 5’5”
• Body Type: Petite | Slim | Athletic
• Clothing Style: Normally, Chloe wears athleisure to and from the Rink and whilst lounging around after practices, but when she goes out or has events she is known to wear classy but understated pieces. Lots of neutral colors and staples that can be mixed and matched easily.
• Piercings: Just the standard lobe piercing.
• Etc: Has a birthmark in the shape of leaf on her back.

► Noteworthy luggage items:

Two suitcases- a matching checked bag and carry on filled with mostly practice clothes as well as some day outfits for when she's not in the ice. A backpack with her computer, chargers, makeup, and headphones. Her second personal item is her custom made Jackson Ultima skates that were built specifically for her feet and cost hundreds of dollars. She never lets them out of her sight.

► Quirks:

• Taps her skates against the wall three times before she steps on the ice- it's a good luck ritual and she's incredibly superstitious about it.
• Checks her pulse when she's nervous or anxious.
• Recently has gotten into manifestation and writes her goals and aspirations in a notebook in order to make them a reality.

► Likes/Dislikes:

✔ Peanut butter and banana protein oats.
✔ A clean skate.
✔ Carefully curated playlists.
✖ Ice chips.
✖ Second place- you're the first to lose.
✖ Indecisive people.

____________________________________________________________

► History:

From the first hockey game that he ever went to at TD Garden in Boston to watch the Bruins face the Flyers, Samuel Chambers knew that one day he wanted to play professional hockey in the NHL. He was drawn to the sport- the team camaraderie, the skill, the speed of it- and worked hard to make a name for himself in his youth. He played right wing and consistently was his team's top scorer for his ability to quickly analyze the ice and move around the defense. By the time he was a Sophomore in high school, he already had scholarship offers from some of the top collegiate teams, and after making the necessary grades committed to Boston College to play Hockey.

Within his first two years at BC, Sam quickly became a star player for the team. His coaches could always count on him to make the strategic moves over the dramatic plays, and his teammates knew he'd always find a way to push defense and make his way to score. He lived for the game, and NHL scouts began to take notice. But, that was all ripped away from him during his Junior year when he was blindsided by a right defensive from Minnesota who crashed him into the boards. Within seconds, a snap of his tibia and a debilitating concussion shockingly and suddenly ended Sam's hockey career.

At first, he struggled to cope with this immense loss. He spent days and nights dreaming about what could have been; his whole career and a livelihood which was once at his fingertips now snatched away. But eventually, he picked himself up from rock bottom and found a way to combine his love for Hockey by moving to New York City and working as an Analyst for the Rangers. He used his experience and expertise to track the players' data in order to help them improve their game and skills. Sam felt fulfilled, but his lifelong dream was never fully realized.

Enter Nessarose, the mother of his children. He saw her across the bar after a long evening of work and the rest was history. Whimsical and artistic, eccentric and creative, loving and compassionate- Nessa filled the holes in Sam's life that he needed. Where he was structured, she was a free spirit. After dating for a few years, they got married and moved upstate, having their first born and eldest Chloe shortly thereafter.

Chloe's life can be divided into two parts- there's before skating and after skating. The moment that the young blonde glided onto the ice, everything changed. Like her father had experienced many years prior, there was a spark; an immediate passion and love that just could not be fulfilled by anything else. For the young girl, figure skating was the perfect combination of her parent's interests - it had the artistic fluency and creativity that Nessa utilized in her writing and the athletic and calculating aspects of Samuel's hockey aspirations. Plus, as a young girl, she loved the beautiful dresses the girls wore while waltzing across the ice. As soon as Chloe's father discovered that his daughter had not only taken an interest to skating, but was a born natural, he clung to it for dear life. He saw it as an opportunity to breathe life from his failed career into his daughter's.

Samuel poured an unhealthy amount of time and energy into his eldest's skating. He was completely invested- always at the rink with her critiquing her movements, calling out her mistakes, and pushing her to be perfect. Tough love was the norm, but as time went on and Chloe got older, the expectations grew loftier and medals and trophies became the only way for her to receive validation from her father. Samuel curated her practice schedule in such a way that it cut her off from her peers and even her mother and sister. Chloe built her walls high to guard herself from the negativity she was hit with from her father- around her craft, her weight, her focus, and other harsh words that were supposed to 'motivate' her. She grew devoid of emotions, as according to him they were keeping her from being the best competitor, and she put every ounce of herself into her skating in order to hopefully make him proud. At the end of the day, Samuel became more of a coach than a father and the blonde was a skater and not a daughter.

And now we're here- Nessa having finally put her foot down in horror at what their family has become. She insisted that Chloe and Mia go away for two weeks - the most time that either of them have ever spent away from their parents - to bond and rekindle their sisterly relationship that they once had. This will also be the most time that Chloe will have spent not practicing consistently. Will she crack, or will she thrive?

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► Extra information:

N/A

Rosefell High.

_{@LovelyComplex@spooner@Melissa@metanoia}

Here they were, in this cancerous cesspool, and Marcos Kingsley had to make the best of this unfortunate circumstance. Make this school year his bitch as his sister put it. With dull eyes that mirrored a look his older brother, Noah, would give others countless times, the look of sheer boredom, Marcos followed behind his friend to the entrance.

So much for the group walking in together. Clearly, Aiden had other plans. Why couldn’t they, as a trio, pick up Fi together? They never started the new year separated. This was already a nuisance and now Aiden being the selfish man that Marcos knew his friend to be, was changing things up. Changing how things were since they started high school. Marcos hated change.

At first, Marcos didn’t see this as a big deal, but the closer to the door they got, the more of the idea of Aiden picking up Fi alone sank in. The more weird it seemed. Since when was his best friend ever eager to do something like that?

His annoyance was swiftly interrupted by a loud screeching. When he turned his head to see what had just happened, a random kid rushed past him causing him to only see the color of lavender at a distance, before following the shadow that rudely ran in between him and his friend to get into the door.

Taking a couple of deep breaths in, not wanting to do something uncharacteristic, he left the mysterious girl be and as if Richie knew he needed one, Marcos was patted on the back which not only comforted him but also informed him that it was time to enter the gates of hell. The first thing to hit his dark gaze was the tacky decor than shortly after, his focus set on the stench of this place. It was a lot worse than expected. As if their minds were in sync, Marcos and Richie looked at each other, in disbelief. This was actually their reality.

When a name tag was offered to him, the handsome dark-haired jock laughed, “You seriously think I’m going to wear that?”

“How else will your tour guide find you?” The older woman spoke softly, trying her best to speak with authority, but it was clear her eyes were wandering.

“They won’t.” Crumpling the name tag, Marcos tossed the garbage back on the table and just when he was leaving, heading where Richie was waiting for him, Miki, the primadonna of Liberty high, his prissy friend, slammed right into his chest. No apology or anything. “Seriously, Miki?”

Once he saw how she glared at the teacher, he knew exactly how his friend was feeling and could relate. Letting it go, knowing well enough she would give him a headache with her loud mouth, Marcos hooked his thumbs on his pants’ pockets. Sure enough, she went straight to the place he needed to go: where Richie was sitting.

Meanwhile Richie had been staring at his phone deep in conversation over texts. But when he heard the kerfuffle he flicked his eyes upward just as Miki had made her way over and Marcos had stalked off on his own. Miki knew full and well that he hated being called by his full name, but he let it go with just a grimace and a sharp intake of breath before flashing her a bright smile.

“You know Miki… I don’t really know how I ended up alone. Aiden is out in the parking lot picking up Fi, for some reason. And uh.. Prince charming found something over there that’s more interesting than me” he jerked his thumb over to where Marcos was standing talking to someone that was obscured by his tall frame. “But it seems that we are in the same tour group… lucky us!” he finished with just a hint of sarcasm.

Miki sighed. “I really hate not being told everything beforehand,” she said, pouting, “But I’m glad at least one person I know will be with me.” She patted Richard on his shoulder. “I can’t tell you how much I wasn’t looking forward to being dragged around by someone named Ellie. I’d say that was a good name, but it’s someone from Rosefell--”

She cut herself off to avoid sounding like a broken record, and glanced over at Marcos.

“Oh!” A sudden realization came to her. “So that’s who I bumped into.” She giggled, amused at how long it took her to figure it out.

Marcos had caught sight of someone he didn’t expect to see. Someone that could immediately turn his frown upside down. The cute waitress from the Yellow Rose Diner. She was holding a sketch pad and waiting in the section labeled for ‘tour guides’. With no hesitation, he strolled to the girl with the bright disposition that he found just as attractive as he found Fiamma. It was those naive, innocent eyes that got him. “Hey, Ellie! I didn’t know this was your school. It’s, um, nice. Looks like we’re in this merge together, huh? How’ve you been? It’s been too long since I’ve had a good grand slam.”

Ellie found herself standing against the wall clutching her sketchbook in a bit of a daze. She had only made her way inside a few moments prior as whilst waiting at the picnic table for Lilith, she got a front row seat to a show she didn’t ask to see. The brunette caught sight of her ex, Rico, already turning on his signature charm in front of a pink-haired Liberty girl. Granted, she did almost see him get hit by a car (which is what most bitter ex-girlfriends dreamed of), but it was watching him look at that girl the way he used to look at her that made Ellie sick to her stomach. She hightailed it out of there quickly, not needing to see what happened next.

It didn’t help that the last time she saw Rico, it was when she broke up with him, citing that his self destructing habits were tearing her apart and that they were just not on the same page anymore. She couldn’t help but wonder if she was completely over it or if she had just been telling herself that for the last three months… regardless, she wasn’t expecting to see him so soon into the first day, which is what especially threw her off guard.

A deep voice pulling her out of her fog, the last person Ellie expected to walk up to her was Marcos, a boy that she had grown to know due to his frequent visits to the diner that she worked at. Easy on the eyes, as well as surprisingly easy to talk to, Ellie had enjoyed his company for many shifts at work, but never put two and two together that he was a Liberty student until this moment. Surprised to see him, her mood shifted quickly. “Marcos, hi! I didn’t know you’d be here.” The brunette greeted, trying to shake off any indications that she was previously distracted by her thoughts. She laughed as he tried to play off his comment regarding the state of the school as genuine.

“‘Nice’ is a word you could use to describe this place, but I usually settle for something along the lines of ‘adequate’ or ‘good enough’. It gets the job done though.” It was no secret that Rosefell was well… not all roses. With barely enough money in the budget to adequately pay teachers and fund curriculum programs, appearances were not what the school board cared about. Ellie didn’t mind- all that mattered to her was getting a diploma and getting out of there. “Yeah, I haven’t seen you around. Where’ve you been these days?” The girl asked, a small smile forming on her face.

Marcos genuinely smiled as he listened to Ellie talk and defend her school (which was totally fair, and very much something she’d do). When the ball was back in his court, he admitted, “Every Labor Day weekend, my friends and I go on a trip and spend it like it’s our last days on Earth. When I came back, I had to balance my time with Serena — my doggo — and my mom, who's been a bit more… aggressive these days with getting her sons involved with her business.”

“Sounds like a fun trip, you guys must have had a great time- sorry about your mom though.” Ellie replied, having recalled Marcos mentioning his family previously at the diner.

Taking a brief pause, Marcos nodded at her response. She was honestly too sweet, but something about her voice did soothe him. When she was done, he shook his head, “No need to apologize. I love her, so I’ll go out of my way for her.” For a moment, he played with his ring on his left hand, pinky finger, subconsciously, before continuing. “That’s Richie, by the way,” he gestured behind him to where his best friend and friend were standing, “The guy I’ve talked to you about. The one that keeps me in check. I’d introduce you to Aiden, but he’s busy taking care of a Mouse.”

Out of habit, Marcos surveyed Ellie’s outfit. This would be the first time he saw her in something that wasn’t her diner uniform. He got so distracted at seeing a familiar face, that he forgot to appreciate the whole picture and how much effort she put in making a good first impression. He felt the urge to compliment her, but the last place his eyes rested on was her chest where her name tag sat. She had crossed out the word ‘Eleanor’ and wrote Ellie over it. Not letting his eyes linger too long in that area, he grinned, “Eleanor, huh? Looks like Richie will be in good hands today.”

The brunette let her eyes follow to where Marcos motioned and- oh my god. Standing there was the blonde that had smiled at her in the parking lot, the one who she still didn’t believe was real- that was his friend Richie? The one that he had talked so highly about in the diner all of those nights? Ellie began putting together the pieces in her head, nodding absentmindedly to show that she was still somewhat paying attention. If Marcos was easy on the eyes, Richie was even easier. The light seemed to hit his hair just right to give it the look of golden threads.

And then something else clicked. Those boys that Christian had mentioned before… what had he called them? The Golden Trio. Three guys with stunningly good looks and lots of money… they were them. But Marcos was nice? Chris had said they were assholes. Ellie tried to keep her facial expressions from revealing how she was feeling on the inside, attempting to comprehend all of this information. And then he threw another curveball at her- she was supposed to tour Richie around. Jesus christ.

“Mhmm,” The brunette nodded in agreement once more, a tad bit flustered at the thought of talking to such a guy and still staying focused enough to not trip over her own two feet. On top of that, she also had the other student to guide as well. “Yeah, yeah, I guess I’m showing him around today.”

Richie's eyes followed the small frame of Miki as she stood up and walked away towards Marcos without so much as a word. He rolled his eyes and sighed standing up and walking over after her. He nodded his head towards his friend as if to say Sorry, I tried to stop her. Then he looked over at the girl Marcos had been talking to, it took a little while but then he realized she had been one of the only people who had acknowledged him out in the school yard. He smiled warmly at her and was just about to introduce himself but was cut off by Miki.

”Marcos!” Miki’s squeal-like voice etched a path for her into the conversation that he and Miss Plain Jane were having, who went completely ignored by the Queen of Liberty. ”What are you doing all the way over here and subjecting yourself to the company of the--” She gave the only other girl a quick glance. “--Less fortunate? You should be with me. Or literally anyone else.” She flipped her hair once and glared at the help for a few seconds before turning her nasty expression upside down and smiling at Marcos.

“Be nice, Miki.” Marcos exasperatedly sighed. “Ellie. Miki. Richie. Richie. Miki. Ellie,” he moved his hand with the pinky ring back and forth. If there was one thing Marcos had no time for, it was getting Miki mad enough to throw a tantrum. Plus, if he tried correcting her behavior it would only end with her giving him an ear full. They had similar interests, and she was a good friend, to those that she deemed fit, but she was undoubtedly a brat and it was impossible to change. Thank her parents for that.

That being said, even brats deserved friends. “I know her from Yellow Rose.” He gave Richie a knowingly gaze, since he’s told him about the waitress on numerous occasions, and then continued onward with Miki-damage control, “Miki, you wouldn’t be caught dead there, but they have amazing food and great service.” He winked at Ellie.

She gave Marcos a death glare, and took in a breath for nobody’s benefit but her own. ”So, this is Ellie.” Watch as Miki pretends to be shocked. Also watch as she swallows the first thing that came to her, the first thing she wanted to say when she realized the most plain-sounding name belonged to the most plain-looking girl. She held out her hand, bent slightly like a princess -- nay, a queen -- and forced herself to smile for …Ellie “Miki. It’s a…” Miki was having difficulties at the moment; bear with her. “--Pleasure to meet you, Ellie.”

Richie let out a scoff as he stepped forward from behind Miki “It really is…” he gave Miki a disapproving look, way to reinforce the stereotype that was already put on them. He turned back to Ellie “Hi I’m Richie. I’m just going to go out on a limb here and guess that Ellie is short for Eleanor” His eyes shot down to her blue name tag with her full name crossed out, then they flicked to his own tag with the same thing done. “It looks like we already have things in common,” he noted with a wider smile looking Ellie right in her eyes.

Ellie was briefly taken out of her trance by Miki’s abrasive nature and harsh choice of words. Now, the brunette had certainly dealt with her fair share of difficult people in the past (you’d be surprised how some people acted sometimes when you messed up their order or neglected their table) so putting on her best customer service smile, the girl clasped Miki’s hand and shook it. “Nice to meet you too, welcome to Rosefell.” Ellie replied, putting her arm back down at her side.

The girl then turned her attention to Richie, the eye contact alone probably enough to make any girl go weak at the knees. But, she stood her ground and looked down at her name tag as he glanced at it, mentioning the similarity to his own. “You’d be right- I just go by Ellie but I guess the administration seems to have an aversion to nicknames today.” The brunette replied with a small laugh. “Marcos has told me a lot about you, it’s great to finally put a face to the name.” Ellie commented, a genuine smile returning to her lips and replacing the fake one she had put on for Miki’s sake. Yeah, an attractive face. The girl thought to herself.

After checking the time on his wrist watch, Marcos grumbled to himself, knowing he should let his friends go about their business and enjoy their tour with Ellie. Personally, the tour was a waste of time, but he knew Richie would go through with it out of politeness and Miki? She enjoyed belittling someone so yeah, she probably would go with it too until she grew bored. Patting Richie’s back, Marcos announced his departure, “Ellie, now, take good care of these two okay? I wouldn’t want to take away from this amazing tour you prepared, so I’ll leave you guys to it.”

Ellie silently wished Marcos would stay to act as a buffer, but knew he couldn’t since he had his own tour guide to find, which meant she was on her own from this moment forth. “I will, don’t worry.” She reassured him (as well as herself) before turning back to Miki and Richie. This was sure going to be some tour. “Alright, shall we?”

Second Horizons: A Slice of Life RP

Chloe Maureen Chambers || Female || FC: Sydney Sweeney || Red Cabin || FF6E96