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[center][h3]Roddy Callahan – 2006[/h3][/center]
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[center]Roddy could only see red. Four years of torture was breaking through the surface of his usually calm demeanour. The glow of violence had over taken him until a strong set of hands grabbed him by the arms and pulled him back, restraining him with a fair amount of force.

“What on God’s earth are you doing boy?” Mr Beau hissed in his sweet Louisiana drawl. “God damn” The English teacher watched as another teacher helped Derek O’Leary to his feet and began to walk the boy to the nurses office. “Nothing to see hear now kids, get a move on ain’t none of you got class?!” He looked over to his ward Decky, whom was currently engrossed in words with one Logan Rivers. He shot him a simple look. [i]”Don’t you cause no trouble Mordechai. Don’t you dare”[/i] He looked down at Rod whose face was splattered with Derek’s blood and was covered with damp tears. “You’re coming with me, child” He pulled the young boy with him towards his office, after a few moments, Roddy stopped resisting and walked alongside him.

Around ten minutes later, Beau and Roddy had been sitting in silence for over five minutes, simply staring at each other. At least, until that second. “You ok, Rod?” Beau asked.

Roddy let out a sigh which almost seemed like it had built over years, it was a sigh that acted like a release of hatred and rage. 

[color=green]”I worry, sir. I feel like I’m burning up and there’s nothing I can do to stop it”[/color]

Mr Beau locked his fingers together and lowered his hulking frame down to match the seventeen year olds. “I’ve known you for nearly four years now, Rod. I know you ain’t a bad kid, ain’t no bad kids just broken ones. Lot of broken kids of Boston and you one of ‘em. So is Derek. So’s Decky and Kaitlin. Whole bunch of you. You all got your own shit going on and you think we don’t know cos we’re adults. I got news for you Roddy, I was a kid once. I know what it’s like. I ain’t gonna bullshit you, I can’t pretend to know exactly what’s going on with you but I know what it’s like to be seventeen. The world is probably at its darkest when your seventeen, trust me I know. Thing is, it doesn’t last forever. It gets better. That feeling in your gut, that voice in your head that pain your heart that tells you there’s no way out? It’s wrong. It gets better. The true test of a man is how he is with other people, how he treats those around him. Best as I can tell, you’re a good man, Rod. But there’s something in your head, something deep. You need to talk to someone. I gotta suspend you. Take this 
time, get your stuff together, be the man we all know you can be”[/center]

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[center][h3]Jude Aspers[/h3][/center]

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[center]Jude let out a stifled chuckle as he leaned against the car. [color=green]”I doubt it. My ugh…hm”[/color] He struggled to get his words out. The heart condition he suffered was no secret, it had been plastered all over the tabloids the previous summer but he still felt it difficult to talk about it. [color=green]”My condition, makes it pretty hard to get insured for work….erm nobody wants me dying on set. Unfortunately”[/color] He let his face be covered by a cheeky grin as he looked at the stunning blonde. [color=green]”It’ll be really fun to work with you again, Izzy. Really fun”[/color][/center]