Rightful Heir

Delbrook Academy High School

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______________________________________	______________________________________________________________________________________ Location: Lacrosse Field Bleachers Interactions: Charlotte Thorne @Akayaofthemoon OTD: ₪ Outfit ₪ Jersey ______________________________________________________________________________________

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The pair had finished off their funnel cake and had decided on making their way back down the bleachers and into the crowd to try to find the twins. As much as Danny would have loved to catch up one on one with Charlotte more, he felt a bit guilty holding her all to himself. Having taken the plates and handed over the bag with the Oreos in it, Daniel made his way down the bleachers with Charlotte just behind him. The boy cast a glance over towards two familiar figures sitting together. Allister and Ezra. Why wouldn't they be sitting together? When didn't they? The two were practically Siamese twins when they weren't in separate classes. Where you found one, the other wasn't far away.

Daniel turned his attention to the girl following behind him as the two reached the bottom of the bleachers, flashing a smile at her. "So... what classes do you have? Anything interesting?" The boy dumped the two plates into the garbage bin at the end of the row before heading down the short metal stairs that led onto the grassy field, looking out at the crowd of people as he waited for Charlotte to catch up so they could walk side-by-side.

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______________________________________	______________________________________________________________________________________ Location: Lacrosse Field Bleachers Interactions: Allister Demoin @LostDestiny OTD: ₪ Outfit ______________________________________________________________________________________

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Way to talk like a rich white boy, bro. he thought to himself, chuckling as he shrugged off Allister's comment about putting his own self down. Benny had mad respect for the boy, though. He saw and treated him as his equal, just as he had said. Something that was rare to find, these days. Someone who put their words into their actions. One of the reasons why Allister was one of the only people Benny dared hang around outside of the school. One of the few he could truly consider a friend.

Movement off to the boys' left caught Benny's attention, catching the eyes of Daniel Murphy for a hot second before the boy continued down the bleachers with a pretty girl on his heels. Benny couldn't help himself. His eyes trailed down the length of her before traveling back up to stare at the back of her head, watching her walk off with the all-star swimmer. Joder, ella está caliente, he thought, quickly closing his mouth when he realized it'd been hanging open while he'd been staring. A soft chuckle escaped him as he turned back to Allister, seeing the plate of funnel cake Al had pushed towards him, it dawned on Benny that he'd said something while he was distracted. The boy racked his brain for what was said, finally recalling that Al had offered him the funnel cake. Something about it being too sweet. Whatever. He didn't much care for funnel cake himself, but he was hungry. He wasn't about to complain.

"Thanks, man."

As Allister continued to talk, Benny went to town on the funnel cake he'd been given and nodded as Al went on. "Mm, yeah my dad's apparently got something planned, too. We'll be doing it on the 30th, though. So I'll be free for helping with the Haunted House and stuff."

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______________________________________	______________________________________________________________________________________ Location: 900 Building Girl's Bathroom Interactions: Sasha Lopez @Vicier OTD: ₪ Outfit ______________________________________________________________________________________

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The tone of her voice, the look in her eyes... the quivering of her lip. The image before her was heartbreaking.

A soft frown formed over Sam's lips as she stepped up beside Sasha and wrapped her arms around her best friend, pulling her into a tight, warm embrace. With a soft sigh, Sam gently rested her head over Sasha's and rubbed her back comfortingly. The two stayed like that a while till Sam could no longer feel her friend trembling in her arms. The girl reluctantly pulled back and picked up the scissors from the sink, twirling her finger to motion Sasha to turn around. "It's gonna be okay, babe. Come on. Let me help you clean it up a little, at least."

Looking at the girl's hair, there really wasn't anything wrong with the cut at all. She did it at a point that it was still pretty long, just at her shoulders anyway, and wasn't as crooked as Sam was sure she thought it was. Luckily Sam's grandmother had taught her how to cut hair, though it really didn't take any real genius to cut hair across in a straight line. Not that Sasha's "skills" were in question. The girl was overly emotional. Was understandable. Nothing a little love and help from her best friend couldn't fix.

As Sam worked on trimming at the ends of Sasha's hair to even it out, she looked over Sasha into their reflections in the mirror, staring at Sasha as she worked. "I may not know the full extent of what you're going through, Sash... but I'm not going anywhere. I'm gonna be here for you through it every step of the way." Sam turned her eyes back on Sasha's hair, raising her brow at one spot that still had Sasha's full-length of hair. Sam couldn't help the shadow of a smile that teased at the corners of her lips, clipping the section of hair to match the length of the rest before her eyes rose to meet Sasha's again. "I love you, girl. It's going to be okay. Can't ever have the good without the bad to remind you what the good parts of it are like. Unfortunately, this is part of the journey too, love."

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______________________________________	______________________________________________________________________________________ Location: Dinner Bell BBQ Truck Interactions: Eretria Simmons via text @Vicier OTD: ₪ Outfit ₪ Jersey ₪ Hat ______________________________________________________________________________________

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After waiting in the line for what seemed like ages, the hungry teenager finally got up to the front of the line and was able to order. With the time he spent standing in line, he was able to go back and forth several times on his decision as to what he wanted to order. BBQ Chicken Pizza. BBQ Pulled Pork Sandwich. BBQ Chicken Pizza. BBQ Pulled Pork.. BBQ Chicken... Pulled pork. Having placed his order, Sawyer stood to the side by the others who patiently awaited their order. While he waited for his food to be done, Sawyer popped open his root beer and took a sip as he watched the people inside the food truck working on orders. The boy pulled out his phone and typed out a quick message to Eretria, scanning the crowd around him before hitting send, turning back to the food truck.

Gwen Stacyyy🕷️🤍 Sawyer - 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛.😅 𝚆𝚢𝚊? 👀 ...𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐?

Delbrook Academy High School

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______________________________________	______________________________________________________________________________________ Location: Southern Momma's Funnel Cakes → Lacrosse Field Bleachers Interactions: Eachother; Collab with @Akayaofthemoon ______________________________________________________________________________________

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Danny watched her as she seemed to be battling with herself, confusion very clearly written across her face as she looked the boy over. He couldn't help but feel bad, though. She seemed to be going through an existential crisis over trying to remember who he was. Sure, he didn't look much like he used to 7-years-ago. If it wasn't for him barely catching her name during attendance this morning he probably would have been as clueless as she was right now. Daniel reached up and scratched the back of his head as he chuckled softly, shaking his head still wearing a friendly smile.

"Ha- no. Don't be sorry, seriously. It's been years." Danny looked past her at the line as it moved up, gently motioning for her to take a step back before returning his gaze to hers. "Uhm. Try imagining me with glasses, curlier hair and-" Daniel held a hand at about the middle of his chest, slightly tilting his head, "About this tall."

Daniel gave it a second, his grin turning to almost a smirk as he added, "Come on, Charlie Brown. I know I went through a glow-up, but I haven't changed that much, have I?"

Years…well, that didn’t narrow it down completely, but it was more than she had before and he wasn’t upset with her, so that was at least a positive. The sudden motion behind her and the indications from him were enough to put two and two together, so she took a few steps backwards, her eyes not leaving him as she did so. She had always been too curious for her own good and who didn’t love a mystery to be solved. The gears in her head were turning, pieces of the puzzle scattered with only a few slotted into place as he continued to provide more information. Glasses, curly hair, and years ago were sadly not the easiest to work with since she wasn’t sure just how many ‘years’ actually meant. It wasn’t until he mentioned height that her mind switched from modeling and events to those of her childhood years. When she was actually free from being shut away and spending so many miserable moments within locked doors. When she could hang out with friends and not have to completely worry about being the perfect little doll her mother wanted and could just be herself without judgement.

Charlotte’s eyes widened a bit, a flood of different memories being supplied as she remembered her group of friends. How much she had missed them and thought of them through rough times? How crushed was she when she realized that she was probably never going to see them again? Her mind ran through their faces as he spoke up again and suddenly it clicked into place. A radiant smile flashed onto her face in a millisecond, even with the awfully corny nickname being applied to her as nothing could stop the pure joy she felt at such a reunion. She should have expected that one of them might be here, but she hadn’t, and it made the surprise all the more special.

"Dandelion!" she happily called out, her body moving before she even registered what she was doing and wrapping her arms around him in a full-blown hug, nuzzling with a tight squeeze. A moment later she froze though, pulling back a bit with an embarrassed blush and continuing to speak, "I can hardly believe it’s you! How is everyone? Are you all still friends? Wait, are they here?….Sorry, that is probably too much."

Danny's smile widened as he could practically see the wheels turning in her head, the slight shift in her features as she came to the final answer. When she called out his own old nickname she'd given him he couldn't help but laugh, "That's my name, don't wear it ou-" A soft grunt escaped the boy as Charlotte rushed forward and wrapped him up in a hug, tilting his head as he looked down at her and wrapped his own arms around her tightly. It wasn't until she froze up that he loosened his hold on her, letting her pull away with ease. The color in her cheeks made Danny smile just a bit more. She was still the same shy girl he remembered from elementary school.

"Yeah. Ha! We are. Few new people have been added to the group, but most of the 'original members' still in it. I'm honestly surprised, out of anyone, you met with me first. I'd have thought you'd notice the twins, first. They're both in our homeroom." Danny cast a look around a moment before returning his gaze to Charlotte with a laugh as he spoke up. "I mean, come on. Two gingers in one class. Talk about a rarity." Better they weren't around to hear him say it, though he would have even if they were, he just didn't feel like getting smacked in the arm or upside the head right this moment.

"But.. yeah, what about you? 7-frickin-years. How's life been treating you, besides.. you know, th-the modeling, and... such?" ...did he just stutter? Gods. Danny cleared his throat, folding his arms over his chest as he stood back with his weight set more on his heels. "I.. don't really use social media, but I've heard from a few about you being in the spotlight."

Her blush deepened as he flawlessly pointed out the fact that the twins were in their homeroom which would have been a pretty clear give away had she been paying even a smidge of attention. It was really on her for this one but that didn’t make it less embarrassing. She tucked her arms behind her back, rocking on heels of her feet as she looked about a bit like she was making sure no one was gonna listen in before grinning a bit.

"Yeah, let’s just say my playlist was on point music wise this morning and my mind was completely somewhere else. I don’t remember half the information that was provided in homeroom let alone everyone else that was around but what can you do?" Charlotte chuckled with a small shrug of her shoulders and the grin on her face getting larger. She felt like a stone was sinking into her stomach at his innocent question on how she was. It wasn’t like she had let on just how bad home had been and still was plus her brother’s passing was all still relatively new. Honestly, she wasn’t fully alright but she wasn’t going to burden him with that and just continued to smile. She already felt bad for dragging Lydia into her problems and she still couldn’t bring herself to cry in front of others.

"I’ve been good, um, some recent big changes obviously but modeling is the same as ever. I’m trying to cut back a bit more so I can focus on school and just being a teen without all the other strings or commitments," she answered before glancing away shyly at the mention of her media accounts and spotlight. She knew that is where she always was, it didn’t really bother her but social media had never been her thing. It had been controlled and monitored, not even feeling like hers until recently. Charlotte had only just started to upload and share more things that were actually her and not just using it as some big promotion. It felt so satisfying to lock her mother out of everything though, posting felt sinfully good because of it, plus Lydia was encouraging her. It was nice, but not something she would probably be doing too often.

"Oh t-that, I am not much for social media but uh, yeah…I am glad you remembered me. I mean, not me but my modeling. N-Not that I am saying y-you wouldn’t want to remember me! I just I, um, I’m glad you heard about me? And, I am clearly babbling so let’s just change the topic to you, how have you been?", she stated in a frazzled manner. 'Smooth Charlie, real smooth. Why the hell am I so nervous and weird?! It’s just Danny. Get it together!', she thought, scolding herself.

The dark haired boy stood there quietly while he listened to her, smirking a bit as she went on. She sure talked a lot. Not that this was a bad thing, by any means. Just something that kept up his smile. Danny shrugged lightly at her question before dropping his arms down to shove his hands into his hoodie pocket, shifting in his stance a little.

"Honestly surprised Goldman didn't ask you to take them out for attendance and the announcements. Though I'm sure she just figures they're a bunch of nonsense, too." He chuckled softly, seeing the line move up one more with Charlotte being next up to order Danny raised a brow and motioned behind her to let her know to both move up and to look to see that she was next. As she continued to speak, he gently nodded from time to time, a bit of a smirk forming though he tried not to as best he could when she stumbled on her words a little. Why was she so nervous? He'd have thought being in the modeling business would have given her nerves of steel.

"Hard to forget you. My mom teased me about you for years after you'd disappeared. And, I mean... come on. Pretty girl with a famous name? Course I heard about you. Was good to know you hadn't just up and disappeared and that you were making a name for yourself." Daniel smiled at her, then, shifting in his stance again before shifting the conversation as she had asked for before.

"As for me, I've... I've been alright. Junior high was a little rough for me, won't bore you with the details. Starting high school, I got into Lacrosse and Water Polo. Wasn't really the best at Water Polo. Definitely nowhere near my brother's skill, and of course he was the top Athlete in the school 3 years running. Kinda hard to compete with that, really. I gave up on Water Polo and decided to switch to Swim, instead. Just made the most sense, to me. After high school, I'd like to go out for Coast Guard, like my uncle Jason. It's... it's always been something I wanted to do, and finally made the decision to go for it." Daniel tilted his head, still keeping eye contact with Charlotte.

"Have you put much thought into what you wanna do after graduation? College, travel, kids..? Anything particular in Ms. Thorne's sights, hm?" He hadn't even realized he'd said 'kids' till he finished speaking, furrowing his brow slightly at his own words. But the mention of kids brought on another question.. one he wouldn't ask aloud. Did she have someone? ...why did it matter. Good lord, Murphy. Keep it together.

Her smile softened, her gaze warm as he spoke of how the years apart had gone. Just hearing Danny speak of quitting anything because of his brother, even if it was only a part of the reason, made her heart go out to him. No one should have to stop something they enjoy because they feel like they are sitting in someone else’s shadow but she was immensely glad that he found a sport even better suited to himself and his dreams. "I wish I could have seen it…you playing Water Polo, I bet you were amazing but I am so happy to know that you found something even better, one that will help you achieve your dreams." Charlotte replied gently before tilting her head a bit to the side as she hummed in thought on his question.

"As for myself, I’m not really sure. If it was up to my parents, I would go to college and prepare to take over the company but I’m not sure if that is for me. Don’t get me wrong, I love designing and creating something with my own two hands! Watching it come together piece by piece until I get to see the joyful smile from someone else because I made them feel special if only for a moment but…I just… I want to make it on my own. You know? I could just keep that as a hobby and become an artist, expressing my vision of the world in a way that is just my own. As I see it, I have time to decide or fate might just surprise me and set me on a path completely separate from anything I can imagine.", she smiled brightly, answering in an upbeat and excited pace as she spoke of her passions. "However, as uncertain as I am about my dreams or future…I do hope to have kids and a family one day, all of us getting to travel and see new places together…but that would require actually finding the right guy," she laughed with a bit of a shrug.

"Yeah, I mean... my mom recorded the meets I did, so.. if you really wanted to, I'm sure she'd love to take up the opportunity to embarrass me in a heartbeat." Daniel chuckled softly, growing quiet again as she spoke up again. His smile grew wider as she talked about her passions. He remembered how much she was into arts and crafts in her younger years. It was nice to see she still enjoyed the simple things in life, even while living such a crazy life as he was sure it was being a model part-time.

"Do you remember the game we used to play? Where we'd take a piece of paper and we'd draw for a minute, hand the paper back and forth to add something to the drawing until we decided to stop?" The boy reached back, firmly grabbing at the back of his neck in a sort of nervous fashion. "I may or may not still have some of those in one of my drawing pads somewhere." His smile turned almost sheepish, his face flushing with a light blush.

"And... I-I'm sure you'll find someone. Don't doubt you've got plenty of guys- er... following you. I'd imagine it wouldn't be hard to find one that met the standard. I mean... yeah, you know what I mean." Could this get any worse.....

Daniel offered a shy sort of smile before looking up as the line cleared in front of them, the lady behind the window looking at them with a kind smile. Clearing his throat, thankful for the distraction, Danny reached into the back of his jeans pocket and pulled out his wallet.

"What were you thinking of getting? I gotchu."

Charlotte tried not to laugh, she really did but seeing him so sheepishly nervous about still having those doodles and the way it warmed her heart to hear it, she couldn’t help but giggle. "No way, I can’t believe you kept those! Some of them were chaotic disasters. I loved doing them though. I’ll definitely have to come over some time so your mom can thoroughly embarrass you and so I can look at those." she stated. She lightly shrugged at his next comment, as nice as it was she found herself sighing a bit. "You would be surprised. Most have been all about appearances, wanting to boost their own popularity or only liking me because of my looks and not caring to know who I actually am as a person. I’d rather date someone for their personality, looks are just a bonus if you can manage it.".

She smiled brightly as they finally reached the kind looking lady behind the counter being completely patient with her space self,"Sorry, I —", Charlie started while reaching for her own wallet but was cut off by Danny’s words. She pulled her attention away from the woman behind the counter to look at him in surprise,"Oh, I was gonna get some funnel cake with fresh strawberries on top and a fried Oreo since I can’t resist trying one but, um, are you sure?".

Danny nodded to both her order and her question, smiling to himself because she was getting his exact order without even knowing it. A soft chuckle escaped him before he turned his eyes back on the woman behind the window, pulling a twenty dollar bill from his wallet before storing it back into his jeans pocket.

"What she said, but double the order please," he reached up through the window, handing the woman the bill. "Could I get some extra strawberries on the side, please? And none of that fake syrup stuff over the top. Thank you."

As the woman got Danny his change, he looked over at Charlotte with a slight smile. "I don't actually live with my parents, anymore. I, uhm.. I moved out over the summer. But we can definitely go over there sometime. Though I feel like I'm just signing my death certificate at this point." Danny laughed lightly as he turned to grab his change, stepping off to the side to wait with Charlotte for their order.

"I also work at the beach. Got a lifeguard job at Huntington with Damien Lopez. Don't know if you remember him or not..? His girlfriend Sam has no shame. She calls us Baywatch," he laughs and shakes his head, eyeing the food truck as he notices movement behind the service window.

"I guess great minds think alike, I also moved out during the summer.", she said with a smile before continuing on to tease him with a chuckle, "Though, I have to say if I do end up visiting them, I’m pretty sure no one has ever actually died of embarrassment so you won’t have to worry about that no matter how much you might want to dig a hole in the backyard to bury yourself in.". They both stepped off to the side, letting other customers have their turn and waiting to get their confections.

"Jeez, I can’t imagine why she would call you two that.", Charlotte smirked, watching the service window to distract herself from looking at Danny. "I can’t say I really remember Damien but I have a feeling Sam and I will get along just fine. I like people who are honest and have no shame. At least I know where I stand with them, you know?"

"Oh, yeah. Absolutely no idea," Danny laughed, watching the line cook shake powder over the funnel cakes as he listened to Charlotte talk. Nodding as he side-eyed her while he talked, "Yeah, I get that. And I can tell you now, you and Sam would definitely get along. She's one of my best friends. Don't know if you like dogs or not, but her and her parents own a few wolf hybrids. They're pretty cool. Oh shit- they're ready!"

Daniel pushed forward back up to the service window and nodded his thanks to the older gentleman handing him the two plates and small white paper bag with what he assumed could only be the deep fried Oreos in it. He turned back to Charlotte, holding out her plate to her with a soft smile. "So, uhm... you wanna go see about finding the twins, or go find somewhere to sit and eat? I was originally going to go back to the group, but if you want to eat in peace before you inevitably get tackled to the ground by them.. we can go somewhere to enjoy this first." Danny smirked a bit, turning around to grab a small handful of napkins and a couple of plastic forks. Not that he had any intention of using a plastic fork himself, but just in case she wanted one she'd have one.

"I pretty much melt around animals, dogs or otherwise. If I see them, they are gonna be spoiled with lots of praise, pets, and scratches since I have no self control.", she lightly chuckled. She felt a rush of pure childish joy at the sight of their order being completed, doing her best not to bounce in excitement as he picked up their order. Charlotte took the plate offered to her like she was being handed the holy grail, already popping one of the strawberries into her mouth with a pleased hum.

"As much as I would love to see the M&Ms again as soon as possible, the idea of having to defend against tackles with a funnel cake in hand is probably not the best option. Let’s find a place to polish these off first before trying to hunt those two down. Heck, they might even find us first.", she smiled, breaking off a piece of funnel cake this time to eat, licking the sugar from her fingers. "Hm, so good…so do you have somewhere in mind we can go in this chaos?" Charlotte asked, lightly gesturing to the crowd of students.

"Well, there's the clear choice. The lacrosse bleachers, but there's also the baseball benches that are just outside of the carnival area." Danny stands up on his tiptoes, though he definitely wouldn't need to, peering over at the bleachers. "Doesn't seem to be too crowded on our bleachers, though." Flashing a smile at Charlotte, he gently nudged her arm with his elbow as he began to walk off towards them. "Come on, Charlie Brown," he stuck his tongue out teasingly at her. "Let's go grab us a spot before they're all gone."

Danny led the way to the bleachers, waiting occasionally for her to be sure she was right behind him so he could make a path through the crowd. Stepping up the bleacher stairs, crossing over a couple of rows before heading up to the very top of the bleachers, taking a seat before holding out one of the plastic forks he'd snagged up and a couple of napkins. "I don't, uh, don't know if you needed one of these.. grabbed one just in case, though." Danny waited for her to take the napkins and fork before tucking them underneath his thigh on the bleacher seat, setting the paper bag with their fried Oreos in it between them before biting into one of the strawberries on his plate.

"God I love fresh strawberries," he mumbled softly under his breath.

She grinned, playfully shoving his shoulder in return with a shake of her head. "Yeah, yeah, lead the way.", Charlie replied. She followed closely behind him, not wanting to lose him in the crowd but kept an eye out at the different booths and games, marking where some interesting ones were for later. It thankfully didn’t take them long to reach their destination, a couple of people scattered here and there but it was pretty clear as he had stated earlier. She plopped down once they reached the top of the bleachers and was surprised at having the napkins as well as a fork held out to her.

"Oh, thanks!", she said politely. It wasn’t something she really used for funnel cake but the napkins and nice gesture was appreciated. She held the napkin between her knees to keep hold of it and was going to place the fork aside when she heard his comment. A cheshire grin spread across her features and she slowly looked at him, leaning in closer so she was near his ear and started to whisper, "Same here, but you know what’s even better?…" before continuing to speak normally after a moment pause, "Strawberries from someone else’s plate." Charlotte quickly used her fork to snag one of his strawberries, swiftly leaning back out of his space and eating her stolen treat.

Danny froze up as she leaned in and whispered in his ear, raising a brow as he corner-eyed Charlotte. An answer came to mind, but he figured he'd go ahead and keep it to himself for the time being. Though it was definitely apart of his usual humor, he didn't want to come off too lewd too fast. When she snuck a strawberry from his plate his jaw dropped and he scoffed at her, grinning from ear to ear. "You little shit!" He laughed and shook his head, hoarding his plate off to the side before popping the last whole strawberry he had into his mouth, playfully glaring at her as he chewed. The boy was sure to swallow the fruit before speaking up again.

"You're lucky you're cute." Danny scrunched his nose at her before propping his feet up on the bleacher bench seat in front of him, placing his plate on his thighs before starting to dig into his funnel cake with both hands.

Her delighted laughter rang out the moment he cursed her, the reaction behind it just making her sides hurt even more as she tried desperately to catch her breath. She did manage to calm herself after a bit, a huge smile gracing her lips before it slid into a playful smirk. "And what would you have done if I wasn’t?", she teased, sticking her tongue out at him as he had done earlier and digging into her own funnel cake as well. Honestly, she was glad they had ran into each other again and couldn’t wait to see everyone else.

Daniel shook his head at her with a smirk, finishing his bite of funnel cake before sticking his tongue out at her, choosing not to answer her question. Instead, he continued to chow down on his funnel cake and people watch from the top of the bleachers where they sat together. His mind started going over their previous conversations in line, a smile teasing at the corners of his lips as he recalled how excited she was to have reunited with him. He couldn't wait to see how the others reacted, and she with them. A boyish sense of excitement welled up in him at the thought of it. They'd have the original group back together, as a whole. What a trip this year was starting off to be. Here's to a great start to the new year.

Delbrook Academy High School

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It seemed everyone else was busy making their own decisions on what they wanted to do while Daniel's mind was already made. He slipped his way through the crowds till he was standing in the line at Southern Momma's Funnel Cakes, preoccupied with the menu as he looked it over with a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. There really wasn't a point in looking the menu over. The boy knew what he wanted. Classic funnel cake with powder and fresh strawberries on the side. None of that fake strawberry syrup bullshit. That stuff always ruined it for him.

With his focus no longer on the menu, Daniel's eyes wandered over the crowd of people walking around a bit in an attempt to spot the group he'd slipped away from before coming back around to look over the few people in line in front of him. One, in particular, stood out as this morning's attendance - that he was barely paying attention to in the first place till the name was called - flooded back into his mind. He'd heard a name being called that he hadn't heard in a little over 7 years, at least not in the classrooms. Charlotte Thorne, an old friend from elementary school. He'd meant to catch her outside of the classroom but decided not to just ambush her on their way to the assembly. Of course, he'd got distracted from then till now.. but of course, where should he have expected her to go but to a truck that sold sweets of some kind? Some things never changed.

Daniel leaned around the kid in front of him, quietly reassuring him that he wasn't trying to cut but was addressing a friend and gently tugging on Charlotte's shirt sleeve. The boy cleared his throat and raised a brow as he spoke up to his childhood friend. Part of him wanted to make up some cheesy greeting with the old nick he'd given her as kids, but nothing was coming to him then, so instead, he just settled on one of her better-known nicknames and a charming, friendly smile.

"Long time no see, Charlie."

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There was so much going on. Of course, when you were people-watching from a high point, there was much to see. It didn't take long for the space around him to become a bit more occupied than he'd hoped for. A girl who he only knew by two things - her first name and her trans status - was crying her way up the bleachers, curling up at the end just a few steps down from him. From what it seemed, the girl was crying. Her shoulders were trembling but even from the few steps up, he couldn't hear any audible sound coming from her. Ezra sat there staring at the girl with a look of what some would think, had they caught him staring, was disgust or judgment. Though neither of these was it. The boy suffered from a severe case of resting-dick-face. Something he couldn't really help.

Ezra looked around them, wondering to himself if he was the only one seeing this and if not, why no one was approaching her. The more time that passed, the more Ezra began to feel almost guilty for not getting up to check on her. Emotions and shit of that nature really weren't his forte, and thinking about it now, there was really no reason for him to be feeling the way he was. Guilty? For what..? He didn't owe her anything. What was she crying for on the first day, anyway? Supéralo.

“Sup Benny, fashionably late as always?" It took hearing Demoin's voice to pull his eyes up from Kaylen, tilting his head up at his friend as he approached and greeted him with a quick five, leaning back up against the chainlink fence. "Last year dealing with this place, you gonna help me throw some of the best parties known to man, this year?”

The boy's lips curled up in a bit of a smirk, nodding. "The Devil of Delbrook's gotta have his demon to do his bidding, doesn't he? I'll provide everything you need, man. This year is ours."

Movement a few steps down pulled his attention once more, seeing a notable face approaching Kaylen. Cassian. Good company, but one of his dealing rivals. The boy had nothing but respect for the kid, though. His sister was sure fine. Hell, they both were, if he was being honest... but you don't lay with your enemy, no matter how fine. Ezra watched Cass with Kaylen for a moment longer before turning his gaze back on Allister, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, hands clasped together in front of him.

"Speaking of parties. Our birthday. Halloween. We doin' up a Haunted House? Give estas pequeñas mierdas something to remember us by, besides our 'best parties known to man'."

Traslation

estas pequeñas mierdas = these little shits

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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“..which one of you is first..? I can’t hold it open forever…”

Brandon's eyes wandered over the others in the large room, about to volunteer himself before he heard Tyler speak up, dragging Carlos along with him. Bran almost thought Tyler would shove Carlos through the portal, as it was something he expected of the mischievous boy, but he didn't. He let him go, encouraged Carlos to follow after him, and said his farewells to Erin. Or at least that's what he imagined the boy said, as he didn't speak to Erin in English or Greek, but rather the boy's native tongue. Part of the son of Ares wondered if Erin even understood what he'd said. Surely he'd clarify later. Not that it concerned Brandon much on the matter.

Just as soon as Tyler disappeared into the folds of darkness, Carlos seemed to eagerly follow after his friend. The two always seemed to have their own way of going through the world. Everything was an adventure that they always seemed eager to begin. In a way, Brandon envied them. Much to Brandon's dismay, his thirst for adventure had been snuffed out years ago. He only ever saw quests as a job. Something to get done as quickly as possible put it in the past, and forget about it. This time was much different than the other quests he'd been on, though. He'd never let on about or admit to it, but for the first time in a very long time, Brandon Murphy was afraid. Not for himself, but for someone else. His best friend.

Brandon was pulled from his thoughts as he heard Zeru speak up, another figure becoming one with the darkness as he too stepped through the portal of shadows. All that left standing in the room were Erin, Ezra, and himself. Bran wished he had something to say. Something inspiring, to maybe help her get through the portal herself. The girl hadn't left camp since they'd first arrived just over four years ago, and now she was being forced to go halfway across the world... across an entire ocean, just to capture and return some stupid bird his father's mistress couldn't keep her bitch hands on. The young man stepped forward, shaking the thoughts circling his head as he walked over to Erin, wrapping his hand around the back of her head to bring her closer, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Come on. Let's get this over with," he muttered softly, giving her a half-smile before dropping his hand to turn to the portal, casting one last glance over his shoulder before walking forward into the wall of darkness.

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Six. Five. Four. Three...

The two of them stood there in long silence for several moments, both seeming to hesitate to break it, but Ezra took the initiative and broke his hold on her shoulders to step around to look at her.

"I'm going to come through with you... if there comes a time you need help, though I hope you won't, I'll have somewhere to start."

Ezra's eyes flicked over to the cabin door, almost hoping to see Spencer McKnight come walking through it to make a last-minute entrance, but the longer he stood, the more it was made clear he either wasn't coming or he was going to make his own way. Part of him hoped it was the latter, but he didn't know the guy very well and couldn't speak on his behalf. Though, from what he had witnessed of the young man, it was pretty clear he seemed indebted to Erin for saving him from the clutches of Tartarus. Ezra never did hear the full story. Instead of bringing attention to the no-show, Ezra's olive eyes fell back down on the girl before him, holding out his hand for her to take.

"Do you remember what I told you we tell the god of Death when he comes calling?"

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The son of Poseidon hadn't made it very far from the group before he could feel a change in the air. A feeling that made the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stand on end. Grey tried to ignore the feeling and pushed his way further towards the cabins until he heard shouting, and the unmistakable sound of thunder crashing down into the ground behind him. The young man whipped around to see a girl with a thunderbolt hovering above her head. Another Zeus child. But how? Both Zeru and Levina were still in the camp. Zeru was going with Erin and Levina had just been called this morning. Unless Levina's summoning was for something else entirely, and she was no longer going to be staying in the camp. A light frown cast over Poseidon's son's features as he stood there looking at the new daughter of Zeus, contemplating whether he wanted to spend the time storming himself over there to see what was up. A soft, familiar voice broke his concentration.

"Grey!"

The boy's posture immediately relaxed as his eyes turned to find his sister approaching him, letting go of the hefty sigh he hadn't realized he was holding in until then. He was glad to see his sister. It meant he got to say bye before he left on his quest. Not that he was afraid he wouldn't return, but things were never certain with the lives of the gods' children. Their lives were always in danger from the moment they set foot outside of the camp. A soft smile crept at the boy's lips, closing the distance between himself and his dear sister, wrapping her up in a warm hug.

"Immy," he greeted her, speaking in a soft tone before pulling back from their embrace to again look into her eyes. "Everything okay?"

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Being one of the better-skilled blacksmiths in the camp, some would even go as far as to say the best though Hayden would disagree, it was expected of Hayden to work through most of the day in the forge. There were a couple of days through the week where he was able to pass on the work to one of his siblings so he could spend time to himself, which either consisted of working the horses or spending time with Issie in what little free time he seemed to have anymore. He seemed to be late for more and more these days. Something that he truly couldn't stand was going back on his word, even if it was something as simple as a lunch date with his girl. What was a Norseman without his word? It was said that if a Norseman, a Viking, took an oath and went back on his word that his sword would turn against him and incur the wrath of the gods. Hayden prayed to both the Greek and Norse gods that wouldn't happen to him. He was trying, after all.

Hayden had spent the better half of another hour in the forge working on that sword he'd been mending when he and Issie last spoke out by the lake. Finally coming to a point with it that he was happy with it, the son of Hephaestus returned the sword to the son of Ares who'd brought it to him earlier that day and rushed himself to his cabin to get a quick shower in. Fresh from the shower with some fresh casual clothes thrown on, Hayden hurried over to Isaura's cabin hoping she didn't hate him for being as late as he was. His girlfriend had a forgiving nature when it came to most things, especially with him, though at times he felt terribly undeserving of it. The son of fire and the daughter of ice, it was as if the two were destined for disaster from the start.

"Min Bedre Halvdel," Hayden called out as he approached the cabin door, rapping his knuckles against the hardwood a few times before stepping back, waiting for her to come to the door. At one time he would have just walked in, but with Isaura's sister Astrid around these days, boundaries were a thing to remember when it came to the Khione cabin. Even if Astrid held no love or respect for him, Hayden tried to be as respectful of Issie's sister as possible, strictly for Issie's sake.

Delbrook Academy High School

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After standing there for several minutes in silence as the lady behind the desk typed away at her computer finishing up some email she had said was urgent before writing Davina her late pass to class, Davina could hear her step-father shift beside her. His voice was practically in her ear as he muttered, "You're late." A small smirk spread across the girl's face as she lifted her head from her folded arms she'd had it buried on the counter before her, raising her brow at him. There were plenty of movies that they loved quoting, and many that had the lines 'you're late' in them, but it was more than obvious which one he was referencing this time. They quoted Lord of the Rings too often for her not to. A soft giggle escaped her as she gave the attendance lady a glance before looking back to Marcus.

"A witch is never late, Marcus. Nor is she early. She arrives precisely when she means to!" The two exchanged a chuckle, growing quiet as the woman who had promised to help them rose from her seat and walked over to them, holding out a small square paper to Davina.

"Here you go, hun. You're all set!"

"Thank you," Davina said almost in sync with her step-dad, walking ahead of him for a short moment before she felt her hood being brought over her face, blinding the girl as she laughed while fighting to get her hood up and off her head. By the time she did, Marcus had taken the lead and opened one of the doors for his step-daughter, allowing her to step through before doing so himself and letting the door close behind him. The two turned towards each other and Dav quickly held up a hand to stop him when it looked as though Marcus was going to try to step in and give the girl a hug.

"You know I hate hugs, dad."

The man chuckled, dropping his hands to his sides before slipping them into his jeans pockets. "Yeah, yeah. You keep telling me." He cast a look over his shoulder at his car that was parked out front before turning his eyes back on Davina. "I'll have your bike looked at. Should be good to go by tomorrow so you can get to school on your own."

Davina smiled softly at him, nodding. "Thanks, dad."

A small silence sat between them a few moments before Marcus shifted in his stance, tilting his head. "Will you be going to The Center after school?"

"Yeah, probably. I'll ask someone for a ride, though. Shouldn't be hard to find one. Got a few friends who have their own cars. I'll be fine."

"Call or text if anything changes, alright?"

Davina smirked slightly, half-ass saluting Marcus. "You got it."

With that, she turned around to head towards the lacrosse field, pulling her phone out to type a message to her bestie K.C.

𝙱.𝙱.𝙸.𝙺.💀💋 Davina - 𝙸'𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.. 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠😜

"Parece que te pusiste algo de color durante el verano, gringa."

The familiar voice caught her attention as she clicked her phone off. There was only one person she knew who called her 'gringa'. Of course, he always assured her he meant it as a term of endearment. Whether Davina actually believed Benny was another story. The girl rolled her eyes, bringing them up to meet with his as she closed the distance between them, eventually walking side-by-side to the lacrosse field together.

"Hello to you too, Ezra. And yeah, I did. Burnt myself a few times at the beach over the summer."

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"Mm. If you weren't so damn whitewashed, you wouldn't burn so easily, now would ya?" Ezra smirked slightly, keeping his gaze ahead of them as the two walked together, making their way up the path between the auditorium and the 400 building. It was always a peaceful walk through there. The tall trees that covered the path in a nice shade always seemed welcoming. It was the spot where Ezra had first started hanging out when he arrived at the school till he quickly realized that a lot of the weird band geeks hung out there at lunchtime. The boy quickly found himself a new place to escape during lunch hour.

"It actually usually takes me being out in the sun all day for me to get burnt. I could be out in the sun for a couple of hours and be just fine. The girl shrugged beside him, kicking a small stick off the path into the dirt as they walked. Ezra just nodded, not really having anything to say in reply to that. The two never really talked that much, but were friendly enough they could hold small conversations. That's about all they were good for. That, and Ezra occasionally copying her History or English homework. The two students stepped out from the shadows with the sun's rays beating down on them as they swerved through the bungalows and slipped out onto the lacrosse field where the festivities were taking place. A sea of students and a handful of teachers scattered around, some clumped together in groups as they all pushed past each other to get to where they were going.

Ezra stopped at the edge of the field and let Davina disappear off into the crowd, stuffing his hands into his jacket pocket as he looked over the crowd of people. He'd forgotten to grab his wallet on his way out this morning. His stomach growled and his mouth watered as he took in all the smells coming from the carnival, clenching his jaw in frustration at himself as he finally forced himself forward towards the bleachers. The boy climbed up a couple of rows before taking a seat against the end, resting his head against the side of the bleachers as he overlooked everything, swallowing hard as his mouth continued to water nonstop.

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Pushing her way out from the 300 building's glass double doors, glancing over at the front gate desk where Jordy sat, offering a friendly smile and a wave to the young man before letting herself into the front office. Sam gave a slight nod to the front desk attendant and student aid as she carried herself down the hall to the nurse's office, popping her head in, opening her mouth to say something but the nurse, Miss Catelyn, beat her to it.

"First day, barely even the second hour in and you're already trying to get out of it, eh?"

Sam smiled kindly at the woman and shook her head, looking around the office before returning her gaze to the nurse. "Actually looking for a friend of mine who wasn't feeling well, was just seeing if she came here or not. Sasha Lopez?"

"Unfortunately dear, I'm afraid your friend's not here. The only visitors I've had today have been a couple of ninth-year boys. I'm sorry."

Sam nodded, sighing softly as she stepped away to begin heading off before stopping herself, returning to the doorway with an apologetic, rather sheepish grin. "Thank you." The brunette headed back up the hallway she'd come from, again passing by the front desk as she pushed her way back out into the fresh air just as she felt a text roll in. Sam pulled her phone out and quickly unlocked it, checking the texts from her best friend. And a text from her boyfriend that she must have gotten while talking with the nurse. First, Sasha.

𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑👑🤞 - 𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. - 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

Sam stared down at the words on her phone screen for a minute, chewing at her lower lip deep in thought. Which one, Sash..? There are literally like twelve bathrooms on campus. Thinking about it a moment, Sam turned her head to glance up at the 300 building. There was a bathroom there, which would have been easy access from the 900 building bridge had Sasha taken the staircase she'd run into that boy Ezra at. There was also one in the hall of the 400 building just below the 900. The 400 building bathroom was closer, but... just in case.. Sam let herself into the 300 building and sped walk to the bathroom door, holding it open as she peeked in to call out to Sasha. The girl stood there a moment or two, and with no reply, she let go of the door and quickly made her way down to the other end of the hall to head across to the 400 bathroom.

Shit, Damien. Pulling her phone back out from her back pocket, Sam checked the couple of messages she had received from her lover, tapping out a quick reply as she passed through the open door into the 400 building.

𝙱𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚊👩‍❤️‍👨💍 - 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎... - 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚃𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛. Sam - 𝙸'𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝙳𝚠 𝚋𝚞𝚋𝚜. 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛.

Sam shoved the bathroom door open with her shoulder, rounding the corner to find her best friend Sasha standing in front of one of the sinks, eyes forward staring at herself in the mirror. "Hey, what's up?" From what little she could see of her face as she closed the distance between her and the other girl, it looked like she was about to be sick. It wasn't till Sam was standing right behind her that she realized Sasha had a pair of scissors in her one hand and a clump of hair in the other. Sam looked over her friend, noticing that she'd lopped off a good chunk of her long black hair. Her eyes found Sasha's in the mirror, seeing tears welling up in them, the picture before her was enough to break her heart.

"Hey! Sash. What's going on?" Sam stepped to her friend's side so she could get a direct look at her face instead of eyeing her in the mirror. She reached her hand up and rubbed Sasha's back comfortingly, trying to keep her expression neutral as to not make the situation any worse than it may be for Sasha at that moment.

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"Okay Mister D, but I really think tha--" Slam. The door shut right in the satyr's face. With a heavy sigh, the young satyr turned away from the Big House. Before he could even set eyes on it, Sawyer caught the scent of fresh rain and could hear the pitter-patter of it hitting the ground. The weather was always sunny in camp, though..? It didn't take long for Sawyer's eyes to find the girl quite literally storming up the path, heading right for the group now dispersing from the Big House. The unfamiliar blond stopped only a few feet away before screaming something, something cut off by a rather large bolt struck down on the ground that forced a shrill bleat from the young satyr.

He rubbed at the back of his neck sheepishly after nearly jumping out of his own fur as he looked over at the girl who was clearly scared, stepping forward from the rest of the group that seemed to hold themselves back. Had he paid any more attention to anything or anyone but the girl in question, he might've actually laughed at the use of Violet's "Thunder Thighs" nick. Instead, the young satyr approached the blond girl very slowly, holding his hands out in front of him. As he drew closer, he noticed the symbol above her head appear. As if that wasn't obvious.

"Hey there. Don't think I've seen you around here. I'd make a wild guess and say you're new here, huh?" Sawyer stopped just a couple feet from her, slipping his hands into his pockets as he offered the girl a friendly smile. "There's no need to be a-.. uh..." The young satyr trailed off a moment, taking into account her emotional state, he didn't want to misspeak and become a fried goat. "-there's no need to be feeling anything except safe. You're in good hands, now. This is Camp Half-Blood, love. A place for all demi-gods and demi-goddesses. Th-the only way you can even enter the camp is if you are a demi-god yourself."

Gesturing to the symbol above her head with a point of his finger, the young satyr's eyes moved back from it to meet with her own again, holding her gaze still with a soft grin. "By the looks of it, you're a child of Zeus, love. I know that.. this is a lot to take in, but we're prepared to help you get through this and come to an understanding of who you truly are." Sawyer nervously scratched at the back of his calf with a hoof, his smile turning a bit sheepish as he shifted in place once both hooves were placed on the ground again. "I, uhm.. I'm Sawyer. One of the many satyrs you'll see around camp. What's your name, love?"

Delbrook Academy High School

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"I could go with a bite to eat. Passed on breakfast for a few extra minutes of sleep. Totally worth it." Of course he did. Danny couldn't blame him, though. The boys had talked about how the last week had been rough for him getting to sleep at night. After having Sam over to sleep beside him all summer long, then reverting back to sleeping alone.. it'd been hard for D, and he wasn't afraid to admit it to Daniel. He missed his girlfriend. Danny, of course, could sympathize.

"I can't believe you'd skip breakfast, Damien. Hey, any specific recommendations from Brandon?"

Daniel shot a half-smile Ruby's way as he opened his mouth to speak but heard a familiar voice behind him, stopping himself as he peered over his shoulder. "Hey guys, getting ready to sign-up for everything? It might be me but the carnival looks larger than usual." Aymeric. Danny tilted his head up in greeting to the boy, noticing that his words were more directed to the twins before turning back to address Ruby. "Well, actu-" It was then Danny realized Sawyer had been saying something behind him in response to Ruby, but it wasn't until he could feel Sawyer shove into his shoulder that he really noticed him. "Come on, please tell me they have some good barbecue or something."

Danny rolled his eyes and laughed, reaching over to shove back at the other boy. "I mean, if you let me talk a damn minute, I'd tell 'ya!" He shook his head, smirking as he glanced around at his friends that were now surrounding him.

"Hey." Daniel peaked over his shoulder to see Theo had joined the group, shooting a smile and a peace sign up at the boy. "Hey man," he spoke in quick greeting before turning back to Ruby to address her question as the group pushed through the other seniors on the field.

"Brandon always goes for turkey legs and the deep-fried Oreos when we go to any carnival. Personally, if I can find a food truck that does funnel cakes? I'm happy. A turkey leg does sound pretty good though." Danny side-eyed Sawyer, raising a brow at the boy. "And yes, they have a barbecue truck."

Daniel took a look around, his eyes grazing over all of the club booths as they migrated past them. Wonder who's working Sawyer's club booth, he thought to himself. He probably got some Junior to work it for him while he fooled around and ate his heart out. That boy was definitely food-motivated. When food was involved, it was like he had tunnel-vision. Though, Danny couldn't judge. As he caught a whiff of what he was pretty sure was funnel cake, his stomach rumbled furiously. His eyes scanned over the crowd of kids at the number of food trucks lined up along the back fence of the field, smiling as he landed on a small black trailer with orange signs and red lettering. Southern Momma's Funnel Cakes. 'Funnel cakes. Lemonade. Deep-fried Oreos'. Yes.

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It had been an hour since he arrived and he'd been about 8 minutes too late to sneak in the front gate. In his haste out of the house, he'd forgotten his school I.D. on his desk - and to make everything worse, the security guard who'd been responsible for breaking up most of his fights the year before was the one sitting at the gate desk. If Ezra remembered correctly, the dude's name was Jordy - or something like that. Brody? Whatever. As easy as it would be for him to just go home and get the damn thing himself, the security guard insisted Ezra call his mother to bring it to him. So there Ezra sat on the curb with his helmet in his lap waiting for his mother to arrive. The sound of shuffling feet and the sounds of voices carrying over to him from behind the gate caught his attention, peaking over his shoulder to see a group of students filing into the 300 building. Just as the boy was turning back to face the street, he could see his mother's black Cadillac turning the corner before coming up the road. As she neared, Ezra stood himself up and dusted off his butt as he tucked his helmet up under one arm, stepping down into the street when she pulled up beside him.

"Aquí tienes, mi amor." She held out his school I.D. by the lanyard to him, holding her free hand up against her forehead to shade her eyes from the sun as she squinted up at him.

"Thanks, mom." A quick glance over his shoulder at the security guard, Ezra's eyes came back around to meet his mother's. "Odio este pinche lugar."

"Ey! Language." After Ezra muttered a quick apology, she simply nodded as she looked past her son at the man sitting at the gate desk. "It's one more year, mijo. Just get through it, mm?" She reached out and gently squeezed his arm before pulling back to roll the window up and drive off, leaving Ezra standing alone in the street. The boy stood there watching his mother's car pull around the corner at the opposite end of the school she came from until the car was out of sight, turning back towards the gate as he shuffled his way to the security guard's desk to hold up his I.D.

"A'my good to go in, now?" The boy's tone dripped with venom, he didn't care much if he came off as rude or disrespectful. The guard's eyes tilted up towards him, looking back and forth between the I.D. card and the boy a couple times before he sat back into his chair, folding his arms over his chest.

"You know you're late, right?" As much as Ezra was sure he was trying to hold it back, he could just barely make out a smirk tugging at the corners of the guy's lips. The boy's jaw clenched before dropping open slightly, his tongue pressing to the inside of his cheek before trailing the inner lining of his lower lip. Ezra closed his mouth shut just as he let out a hefty sigh through his nose, side-eying the guard with what could only be described as pure exasperation. You gotta be fucking kidding me.

"My mom's already gone, bro. What do you want me to do?!" The two stood there a few moments in a silent stand-off. The guard shifted in his seat before shaking his head, turning back to his monitor.

"Don't make a habit of it. Git' goin', kid. Before I change my mind."

Ezra scoffed softly as he pushed past the front gate, almost literally biting his tongue to keep from saying anything in reply to the guy. The boy pulled at the glass door that lead into the 300 building, taking the stairs to the second floor before rounding the corner before running smack dab into someone. Ezra stepped back and looked the girl over. She looked familiar. Loud girl, always had a camera around her neck. He couldn't remember her name, but he remembered her from the year before when she was a T.A. for the Spanish class he took with Ms. Goldman to get an easy A in a language class. The boy sighed softly, slipping past the girl with a gentle 'Sorry,' muttered just loud enough for her to hear. He was about to push his way through the second set of glass doors that lead across the bridge to the 900 building till he heard her voice call after him from behind.

"Ezra, right?"

Ezra turned to face the girl, his hand still holding onto the door's bar handle. "I prefer Benny, but yeah."

"Right. I remember you from last year. I heard Goldman call your name earlier when she was taking attendance. Don't bother going to the room, the class is down at the lacrosse field." The girl turned and rounded the corner to head down the staircase, ultimately disappearing from sight. The boy nodded to himself as he pushed his way out of the glass doors before taking a hard right down the staircase, heading down the walkway beside the 300 building towards the auditorium and 800 building where he'd hang a left and head off towards the lacrosse field to join the rest of his class.

Delbrook Academy High School

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"Soy. Sawyer! ..come on, man, get up."

With a sharp inhale, Sawyer sat upright in bed and slapped the hands on his shoulders away. Slowly forced his eyes open to then rub the sleep from them, glaring up at his brother.

"Dude, what? I have a fuckin alarm set, what do you-"

"Clearly you snoozed it. A few times. You definitely won't have time to shower, sis. Get your ass up, I'm leaving in 10."

Sawyer watched as his brother walked out of his bedroom and snatched his phone from off his nightstand, checking the time to be sure that Gavin wasn't just fucking with him on their first day of senior year. Nope. It was 6:27. He could run through a quick shower and still have time. No sweat.

Plugging his phone into the charger before heading into the shower, he made it out with three minutes to spare, quickly toweling off and tugging on his jeans, black Vessi's, and lacrosse jersey. Snagging his hat and house keys off his nightstand, he tossed his keys into his backpack with his hydro flask and school I.D. already in it before swinging the strap over his shoulder. Sawyer stopped in his doorway and turned back into his room to dart back for his phone pulling it from the charger to stash into his pocket. Soy snagged his cologne off of his dresser and sprayed some on over the front of his body as he walked, tossing the container back onto his bed as he peeled around the door jam and ran downstairs shaking out his damp hair.

Fucker better not have left without me, he thought to himself, waving to his mother who was enjoying a cup of coffee in the kitchen as he attempted to slip out the front door, but his mother's voice caught his ear just before shutting the door behind him.

"Wait a minute! Can't I get a picture of you boys on your first day of your last year of high school?"

Sawyer groaned softly to himself and ran a hand through his hair, stepping back through the threshold and closed the door behind him before heading into the kitchen. Gavin was standing at the other end searching through the cabinet, probably for a granola bar.

"Oh come on, you two. Stand together and let me get a snap of you."

Sawyer clenched his jaw lightly and did as his mom asked, sighing heavily. If there was one thing he couldn't refuse, it was doing things to make his mother happy. After the photo was taken, both the boys laughed and shoved at each other before making their way out the front door with their mother trailing them right on their heels to the garage.

While Sawyer walked he was looking over his shoulder trying to listen to the small talk his twin and mother were having, causing him to run directly into something. His arm immediately shot out to balance the thing - now facing said thing he'd knocked into, he realized it was his good friend and neighbor, Eretria Simmons - a soft apologetic smile spread across his face as his hand dropped away from her.

"Sorry. Hey Trey.. what are yo-" Before he could get another word in, his mother came up beside the two of them and wrapped her arms around the girl.

"Oh, sweetheart, hello! And good morning." Mrs. Lockwood gently let Eretria go, smiling at the girl. "You and the boys share any classes this year? They haven't told me a thing about their schedules." She eyed both her boys with narrowed eyes teasingly.

"So far, mom, the only class I know that we - well, I - share with Tria is homeroom. Gavin got stuck in Ms. Stoldt's class for his," Sawyer chuckled softly, knowing all too well Gavin had never liked her when he had her sophomore year for Earth Science.

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Beautiful.

That was the only way she could think to describe the morning thus far without delving further into the rabbit hole that was the English language. And it was, indeed, such a deep and confusing place to be. Especially when it was still early like this. Bottom line was, it was the perfect day for them to be going back for their senior year at Delbrook. And, if tradition held strong - which she was pretty damn sure it would - Sawyer would be running late. Again. Letting out a sigh, content, Eretria shifted slightly in her position. Resting comfortably back against the seat of her motorbike as she waited for her best friend to make his appearance. Though she had a feeling she wasn't going to be left waiting for too much longer. A theory that was proven correct only a few moments later when he came bustling out of the front door, mom and brother in tow, only to then collide against her.

Shooting her best friend a smile that only grew at the warm embrace of his mother; she wrapped her arms lovingly around the older woman. Returning the gesture as she stood herself up to her full and normal height, "..mama Lockwood- good morning..!"

Head turning lightly to the side, she pressed a soft kiss against the woman's cheek before stepping back. Stepping across to give Gavin the same - a warm hug, and a kiss on the cheek in greeting - before she stepped back. Once more resting against her bike with a bright smile dancing across her naturally pouted lips, "Well... I'm not sure what classes I share with these two yet, if any, aside from homeroom with Soy; but you know me, I'll be sure to keep them in line for you. You have my word."

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"YoU hAvE mY wOrD." Sawyer rolled his eyes with a bit of a smirk, noticing the helmet she'd gotten specifically for him when he rode with her on her motorbike. His eyes moved over to meet hers with a small smile before turning his attention back to his mom and brother, waving them off.

"Yeah, yeah. As if it isn't enough already having one mother." Sawyer chuckled softly, quickly side hugging his mom before walking around Eretria to the back of her bike, pulling his backpack straps tight before pulling on the helmet.

"Go ahead, Gav. I'm gonna ride with Tria." Sawyer watched as his brother ducked into the garage where their mother's car was currently parked, though once he realized she wasn't following him in, his eyes caught hers. His face flushed lightly at the look she was giving him, though glad that he had the helmet on and the visor down. Sawyer shook his head at the look she had as she looked between the two, watching as his mother turned to walk into the garage with a smirk that she failed to hide.

"Hope they don't cause you too much trouble. You kids ride safe, and have a good day," the boys' mother called over her shoulder as she and Gavin loaded up in the family's SUV. Sawyer flipped up the visor of his helmet, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Mom really needs to stay in her lane," he mumbles under his breath as he forces a grin and waves at them as they pull out of the garage and drive away, leaving the two standing there alone in the driveway.

Gods, she loved this family. Hand lifting from her side- her fingers wiggled lightly in a small wave goodbye before her attention was brought back to Sawyer. The soft sound of her chuckling falling out through her lips and into the air between them. It didn't take a genius to understand that he was very clearly embarrassed by his mother; but then, who wasn't..? It was their job after all.

Rolling her eyes, unable to help it; Eretria reached for the handlebars. Holding onto them gently as she took a moment to swing her leg over her bike, and once more settle in the seat. Hands already moving to pull her helmet on over her head. Being sure to curl her long orange-red locks up inside of it, "She's just being her- did you really expect anything less, Soy..?"

Sawyer shook his head with a light smirk, watching his mother's car disappear down the road.

"No, I was just hoping."

Checking his phone as she put her helmet on and tucked her hair into it, looking at the time while also checking the messages he'd received - just a few from the lacrosse group chat. The time currently read 6:54 AM. Sawyer waited for her queue to climb on the back behind her, sliding his hands over her hips, scooting himself up flush against her. Leaning around a bit to get an angle on her, his voice became softer as he spoke, one of his hands lightly rubbing over her hip.

"How'd you sleep..?"

"Honestly..?" Hands lowering down to the seat between her legs; Eretria's eyes closed. A soft blush creeping out across her cheeks at the feeling of his hands rubbing against her hips, "..it could have been better. How'd you sleep..?"

Sawyer nods lightly, leaning forward to rest his head on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry. You have a bad dream or somethin? Or just... didn't sleep well?.." Pulling back, Sawyer yawned deeply to the side before returning closer to her. "Definitely shouldn't have been up so late, but people wanted me to stream. I couldn't say no. Even got a few donations. It was alright. Just wish I had gone to bed earlier. I'm still super tired. The short shower I took didn't really do anything for me."

Sawyer gently wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her back against him, wishing to himself that they could just go back upstairs to either of their houses and just sleep the day away together. Sleep sounded nice. And sleepy cuddles? What could be better than that...

"Long night..." Correcting him first; she couldn't help but let out another sigh as she was pulled back against him. Her bright eyes closing as she let her head fall back to rest against his shoulders, "..had to make sure that I was all set for today- check my uniform to see if it still fit... press it, though not before making sure that it wasn't musty from sitting in my wardrobe all summer... may have cleansed it too; got rid of any lingering negativity from last year... plus, I was watching your stream..."

Trailing off, Tria shook her head lightly over his shoulder, "..by the time I went to bed, I had a wicked headache forming. Totally not cool."

A small smile spread across his face at her admitting to having watched him the night prior. It was nice to hear, though he already had a feeling. She had always been one of his biggest supporters through his adventures with his growing cosplay popularity. Gently squeezing his arms around her in a sort of hug, he smirked a bit as he spoke up.

"Keeping your eyes on the screen for long hours like that is bad for your eyes. You should probably stop watching those noobs play Fortnite on Twitch into the wee hours of the morning, Trey." Sawyer chuckled softly, making a mental note to buy her a pair of the glasses he'd gotten for himself while he streamed for hours on end.

Hands lifting from where they'd been resting between her legs; she instead pressed them gently over his. Chuckling with a light shrug of her shoulders, "What can I say..? I'm a sucker for a gamer boy in a Spider suit."

"Mm-hmm."

As her hands came to rest over his he spread his fingers apart, letting hers fall between his before closing them around hers, holding them there a few moments before patting her side with his free hand.

"We should probably get going. Don't want you to screw up your attendance record on my account."

Right. School. Groaning softly, making a show of lifting her head from its rest over his shoulder; Eretria returned her hands to handlebars. Keeping them there a moment before going about switching on the motor and kicking up the stand, "I'll get us there in plenty of time... don't worry that pretty little head of yours, Parker."

Hand lifting; she slid down her visor. Giving him a few moments to once again adjust his hold before eventually, she pumped the gas and peeled out of his driveway.

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As she had said, they got there with plenty of time to spare. Being able to pass right through the traffic was quite a perk. A thing that really had Sawyer thinking on building a bike of his own from the ground up. Would have to be a project for later after he built up his truck and got it running properly. Sawyer slipped off the back of Eretria's bike and pulled his helmet off, shaking out his still-damp curls before setting the helmet on the back of the seat. He stepped back and smiled at her as he watched her a minute, looking her over from head to toe.

"You, uh, gonna meet with the squad before class?"

"Maybe... I do need to change at some point. We're doing uniforms today." Head tilting slightly to the side; Eretria's long, curled locks tumbled out of her helmet as she lifted it. Lowering it down to rest between herself and the handlebars as her hair came to a stop over her shoulders and halfway down her back as she. Her bright gaze drawing back over towards him as she smiled, "Why..? You giving me a better offer, Parker..?"

Sawyer nodded as she talked about needing to change into her uniform, his thoughts wandering. It wasn't until she turned around that he realized he'd spaced out momentarily, his face flushing just a bit as he quickly brought his eyes up to meet hers. A slight smirk casting over his lips.

"I mean, yeah, but.. you have things to take care of."

A moment more passed between them before Sawyer spoke again, leaning in close to whisper into her ear, "I can take care of you later, kitten." The curly-haired boy kissed her cheek lightly before pulling back with a wink shot her way, chuckling as he began to turn away to head towards the front gate.

Heart fluttering lightly in the confines of her chest; the response was basically automatic. Her hand shooting out as she took a gentle hold of his wrist. Stopping him from getting too far away from her first before tugging him back towards her. Her bright eyes lifting to meet with his once more; a small smirk dancing over her lips, "..you know... you could come with me..."

As he was pulled back and to her, he couldn't help the grin that spread across his face as he looked down at her. Sawyer chuckled softly, pulling her closer by her hip till she was standing flush against him. "Not sure you'd be able to meet with the squad and..have time to... play. You sure you want me to tag along..?"

"..mmm..." Allowing herself to be led by his touch, her body lifting from the bike, and her leg sliding over it; Eretria only stopped once she was stood in front of him. Her hands lifting to fist rest lightly over his shoulders before she slid them up and back. Palms curling to the natural curve of his neck, "..I'll even let you fix my skirt when I inevitably forget how to do up the zip; because, as we all know, zips are very hard to master..."

A chill ran up the boy's spine as images and thoughts swirled around in his mind. "Oh, very." Sawyer bit at his lower lip then, leaning in closer, whispering something in her ear before gently removing her hands from around his neck to intertwine his fingers with hers. About to turn away to start walking to the front with her, he paused and turned to meet her gaze again, tilting his head slightly. "You got everything you need..?"

"As soon as I grab my bag, I will." The smirk on her lips growing, a bright blush coloring her cheeks which almost matched the shade of her hair; Eretria bit down on her lip. Chewing on it a moment before she turned back to her bike. Reaching to grab the strap of her bag and the straps of each helmet. Her gaze turning back to meet with his once she was ready.

Sawyer gently removed his hand from hers, reaching to her other to grab his helmet from her as he slipped off his backpack from one arm. He snapped the helmet to the backpack strap before quickly pulling it back onto his shoulder. Taking her hand again with a small smirk-smile, he walked with her to the front gate, squeezing their way on past the guard and across the school grounds to the lockers. Sawyer opened the door for Tria to walk in first, pausing to scan the area a couple of times before following in behind her, letting her lead the way through the locker rooms.

Making her way to her locker first, not so much as bothering to even open it; Eretria dropped her bag and helmet down onto the floor by her feet. Body turning, she let herself fall back- leaning against the cool metal while her eyes lingered on his figure. A soft smirk dancing across her lips, "..so... you mentioned something earlier about having a better offer..?"

A smirk started to spread across his lips as he watched her turn around to face him, stepping over the wooden bench seat to stand in front of her as he slid his hands over her hips and on back into the back pockets of her jeans.

"You already know what I have to offer," he said with a soft chuckle, leaning in to press his lips to hers a couple of times before pulling back to ask one last thing. "Question is.. do you want it?

Did she want it..? Such a loaded question to ask in the morning; though she had to admit that it was sweet of him to ask at all. And really, she wasn't sure why she should have expected anything less. Arms lifting; Eretria once more hooked them one by one around the back of his neck. Using them to help draw him in closer, as she took the chance to steal a kiss, "..I do want it. Do you..?"

Did he want it? Ha. Although he hadn't intended on it this morning, at least not right now, he definitely wouldn't pass up the opportunity. This would be a first for him. Messing around at the school with her, or with anyone. It would be something he could cross off his bucket list for senior year. Who cares if they missed homeroom..? Sawyer held her gaze a moment or two before nodding gently, a soft smile spreading across his lips.

"With you..? Of course, I do, Tria." Sawyer leaned back in to press his lips to hers once more in soft kisses, taking his hands from her back pockets to reach down in front, undoing her pants as they kissed.

From there, the rest is history as the two faded to black...

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"Danny just text me, says they're heading out of the auditorium. We can meet up with them on their way by the choir room to the lacrosse field."

Sawyer pushed the door open of the locker rooms, peeking outside before slipping out into the open with a slight smirk cast over his lips. Sawyer's eyes scanned over the crowd of seniors that were flooding the walkways, a few moments passing before he spotted his friends in the large group of kids, reaching back to take Eretria's hand.

"I see 'em. Come on," he mumbled to her with a small smile, turning to gently pull her with him and fall into the crowd, pushing his way through to meet up with their class. Before long, they were with their homeroom group as if they were never missing from the start.

A gentle blush crossing over her features, giving her cheeks a healthy glow to them; it took very little convincing for Eretria to simply reach out and take a gentle hold of his hand. The warmth of his palm against hers causing her smile to brighten over her features as she weaved their fingers together. His touch-... it was so warm..! Not that she wasn't used to it by now. Growing up side by side - not taking into account the short spell of their lives where he'd moved away - it was just something that she had grown to love over the years.

First, like this, and then, as they'd grown older, she'd come to enjoy it in other ways too...

"..if we get caught and questioned; just say that you were helping me with something for the squad." The hem of her short skirt brushing lightly, back and forth against her upper thighs as she kept pace with him; her free hand reached forward. Curling around the back of his hand so that she was holding it in both of her own as they moved. Her long, wavy orange locks bouncing gently over her back as she pressed herself closer to him. Allowing her bright blues to flick over the crowds that filled the area.

Sawyer smiled a bit to himself when he felt her second hand close around his but kept his eyes forward, giving her hands a firm squeeze as they were suddenly surrounded by their friends. The boy tried his best to catch up with the conversation, looking between everyone but getting lost at the mention of food. Food. Just the thought had Sawyer's stomach in knots. He hadn't eaten this morning. Well... at least not food.

To say he was hungry would be putting it lightly. The poor boy was starving, and suddenly all he could think about were the different options they might have out on the field. Sawyer laughed nervously at Ruby's comment about Damien not eating breakfast, rubbing the back of his neck as he spoke up.

"Can't say anything. I didn't eat, either. I don't usually like eating breakfast. I typically wait till Nutrition before I eat." The boy shrugged lightly, his hand slipping from Eretria's hands as he reached up and playfully shoved Danny's shoulder with both of his, laughing. "Come on, please tell me they have some good barbecue or something."

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"Come on, Sammy. Kids'll be here any minute. Make the last few minutes of peace last," Sam's mother called down the hall with a laugh. Sam, too, chuckled to herself with a shake of her head as she finished fixing up her hair. Running a gentle hand through her hair, Sam looked herself over in the mirror before grabbing her bag and camera from the end of her bed to head downstairs. Sam didn't even make it to the bottom of the staircase before she could hear her mother's voice at the front door followed by thundering little footsteps running through the house. The twin boys had been the first to be dropped off this morning.

Daemon came sulking around the corner from the kitchen with his head hung low with Slade right on his heels as they took off to, what Sam could only assume, go hide from the loud boys running through the house. Kida, however, was as lively as ever with the rowdy kids. More kids meant more attention for her, and she was all for it as she bounced happily after the boys as they tore into the living room. Sam giggled at the kids, giving their mother a wave as she ducked into the kitchen to grab a bite to eat before she headed off to school. While Sam was in the middle of popping a bagel into the toaster, her mother rounded the corner and came to sit at the breakfast bar to watch her daughter make breakfast.

"You excited?"

"Mm. Indubitably," Sam said, her tone heavy with sarcasm as she glanced at her mother through her bangs before turning towards the fridge to pull out the creamed cheese. A soft but heavy sigh came from Haley, causing Sam to peek around the fridge door at her mother before letting the door shut on its own as she closed the distance between them.

"What's wrong, mom?"

"Oh, nothing, sweetheart. I just remember when you were that little." Sam followed her mother's gaze, landing on the two boys playing on the living room floor with a few hot wheel cars. "Before you know it, you'll have little ones of your own. And one day you'll be sitting there asking yourself where all the time went."

The second her mother mentioned kids of her own, Sam froze on the spot. Sure, the thought had crossed her mind a few times - especially since she and Damien started dating - but the thoughts were only ever fleeting. Her main focus was always on school. Kids were something that would come much later. There was still college and jobs to think about. An actual career. Sam wouldn't settle for being simply comfortable. She wanted to be far past just comfortable before bringing another life into this world. One she could devote all her time to, and not have to worry if they had enough money to cover something for the baby. Sam was lucky to have come from the family she did, as she never had to go without her needs.. and even the majority of the time, her wants were met as well. She knew plenty of people, some of them being a few of her friends, who weren't as lucky.

"Got a long way before then, mom. College first, then we'll talk about giving you grandkids, kay?"

Haley laughed, turning to look back at her daughter. "I'm really proud of you for having goals set for yourself."

Sam smiled at her mother, opening her mouth to say something just as the toaster popped, turning to grab them and spread creamed cheese on the two halves before taking a seat next to her mother as she ate her bagel. Pulling her camera's strap from off her neck, she tenderly set it down on top of her bag on the counter before taking a bite of her food just as she received a text message. She assumed it would be from Damien, but was pleasantly surprised to see it was actually a text from her father. A small, sad sort of a smile pulled at the corners of her lips as she read the message, typing out a quick response before setting her phone on the counter face-down.

Dad👑 - 𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚐. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝. 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙶𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍. 𝙴𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙴𝙾𝙳, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝙲 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖. 𝙼𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝! 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚐. 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢. Sam - 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢. 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚘, 𝚍𝚊𝚍. 𝙺𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚜𝚜!

Sam finished her bagel while she and her mother made small talk, every now and then having to pause to greet another set of parents and kids, often telling Kida to relax. Seemed the dog never had an off switch. Such were the ways of a husky, though. Sam cleaned up her dishes and grabbed her back and camera again, giving her mother a long, tight hug before heading on her way out the door. Hopping into her jeep and turning the key in the ignition, the vehicle rumbled to life which brought a small smile to her face. Pulling from the drive, it was a short trip across the street and around the corner to the school. Once there, Sam wasted no time and quickly headed up to her homeroom, beyond excited that she had gotten placed in Ms. Goldman's homeroom class. She'd sit up in the classroom with Ms. G talking about the school year to come while they waited for the bell to ring, staying in her seat while Goldman stepped out of it to greet the incoming students.

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With seniors, there was always room for tardies or even straight-up no-shows on the first day back to school. Something that Jennifer Goldman had just learned to accept over the years teaching teenagers. They were in their true years of rebellion, and what better time to make their own decisions and test their limits than the last year of high school. Of course, some had legitimate reasons for missing and she completely understood that. Those, though, who tried to use their charm in an attempt to hide the fact that they clearly chose to arrive late - Vincent - she always had an eye out for. She simply smirked and shook her head at the boy, motioning with her head for him to take his seat at the front in the middle row on the side nearest the door. Somewhere where she could keep an eye on said boy.

As the time passed, Goldman took to looking over her lesson plans for the following week. Of course, she stood with the students and held her hand over her heart as Jack had asked the students, though she remained quiet as the Pledge was said. Her eyes couldn't help but wander over the students, catching on one in particular. Monserad Tul, seated just in front of Ms. Goldman's desk. The girl sat through the entire pledge, a girl after her own heart. A bit of a smirk played over Ms. G's lips at the action. If it wasn't for the image she had to hold, and the respect she had for Jack and his past service - though his ideals of what he felt this country meant to him were nothing more than an extremely flawed fever dream - she too would be sitting through the Pledge. 'Justice for all' my ass, she thought to herself before pushing a smile across her lips, seating herself with the kids to continue overlooking her lesson plans while Jack did his morning announcements.

Before long he was dismissing them, and Ms. Goldman quickly stood to address the class. "If you wish, you can keep your things in here instead of taking them to the auditorium and lugging them around for an hour out on the field. Or take them, it's your choice of course. Please, stay together-"

"..uh... Miss Goldman-..?"

Over all the noise the other students were making, she almost hadn't caught her name being called. Eyes drawn over to Sasha, Goldman flashed the girl an understanding smile and a simple nod before turning back to handle the other students. "You guys know where the auditorium is. Please stay together, wait for me at the stairs and I'll lead us in. We will all be sitting together, alright? Alright guys, vamos!" As the students ushered themselves out of the room, Goldman's eyes fell back on Sasha before exchanging glances with Sam. She was well-aware of the friendship the two girls shared and was kept up-to-date on Sasha's condition even over the summer thanks to Sam. Ms. Goldman knew all too well what the girl was going through, and knew that she often needed rest. She always made it clear to Sasha that she was always welcome to come into her class to rest, whether Sam was with her or not. As close as Goldman and Sam were, and the bond between Sam and Sasha being sisters from different misters - as Sam liked to call it - it wasn't a far stretch to say that Sasha was another student she considered one of her kids.

With much convincing, Goldman was able to drag Sam out of the room to allow Sasha some much-needed rest. Just before closing the door, she popped her head back in. "If you need to step out and you want to come back in here, you'll need to prop the door open with a book or something. If you step out and the door closes, you'll be locked out. I'll have Sam or I come up here and check on you after the assembly is over. Shouldn't be more than an hour, or so." She gave the girl a reassuring smile before pulling back and letting the door close behind her as she walked down the hall to the staircase to catch up to the rest of the class on their way to the auditorium.

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______________________________________	______________________________________________________________________________________ Location: Lacrosse Field → Room 915 Interactions: The students; Ms. G, Damien & Sasha Lopez @Vicier ______________________________________________________________________________________

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Goldman kept her eyes on the kids as they made their way to the lacrosse field, and once they were there, she took a quick headcount before setting them free to do what they wanted. She had it in her mind to go find herself the taco truck to get a burrito. First, though, there was one thing she had to take care of. She didn't have to even turn to know that Sam had hung back while her classmates went on ahead, smiling as she turned to the girl.

"She text you at all..?"

"No," Sam locked her phone and shoved it into her back pocket as she turned to look behind them, staring a moment as if expecting Sasha to come walking around the building to join them before turning back to Goldman. "I'm gonna go back to the room with you."

Ms. Goldman nodded, reaching into her dress pocket to fish out her school keys to then hold out for Sam to take. "Go ahead and head on up, I'll be right there. Going to go get myself some munchies. Un buen burrito de carne asada."

Once Sam took the keys, Goldman turned to follow behind her students onto the lacrosse field to find her way to one of the food truck vendors, leaving Sam to head back to the classroom. Sam took her time getting back to the classroom, but as she reached the double glass doors that led into the stairwell up into the 900 building she pulled her phone back out and sent a quick text to Sasha before pulling the door open, heading on up the steps.

Sam made it to the door without a response. Her first thought was that maybe Sasha was still asleep until Sam had a peak through the small glass window on the door and didn't see Sasha in her assigned seat. The girl's brow furrowed slightly as she stuck the key into the doorknob, unlocking it and pulling it wide open to peak inside the room. No Sasha. Sam stood there quietly a moment, confused. Did she already head out there to the field? How'd they pass each other..? Maybe she was in the nurses office? Shit. Sam let herself out of the room, leaving the door unlocked for Goldman to get back in before stuffing her keys into her pocket to replace them with her phone in hand, tapping out a quick text. Sam headed down the hallway to head across the outside bridge to the 300 building to use the stairwell to the first floor where she'd head across to the administrative office and check to see if Sasha was in fact in the nurses office or not.

Sash👑🤞 𝟾:𝟻𝟹𝙰.𝙼. - 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚙? 𝙸'𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙, 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌. 𝟾:𝟻𝟻𝙰.𝙼. - 𝙳𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞?? 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢??? Bubba👩‍❤️‍👨💍 - 𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎? 👀

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢)