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[color=00a651][h1][b]Aaron Schofield[/b][/h1][/color]

[color=00a651][h3]What's your name?[/h3][/color]

[color=82ca9d][i]“Aaron Schofield.”

“…Sorry, were you expecting more? I’m not the kind of person that looks for name meanings or family trees and stuff. Aaron’s just Aaron. It's from some Bible story if I remember correctly but...we don't even go to church that much? I don’t think there’s anything fancy to find about a name that three guys in my grade have.”
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[color=00a651][h3]How old are you?[/h3][/color]

[color=82ca9d][i]“12. Technically not a teenager yet, like everyone keeps telling at me. My birthday’s in June if you’re wondering.”[/i][/color]

[color=00a651][h3]What do you look like?[/h3][/color]

[color=82ca9d][i]“But aren’t you right in front of—oh okay…”

“Um, I’m tall. That’s a big thing. 5 foot 3, last time I checked. Skinny. Brown hair, dark eyes. Not really anything that stands out. Henry got the flashy blond hair from my dad and auntie so I guess there wasn’t much left for me. What else, uh…I look sporty. That comes with the ‘tall’ thing. Usually you don’t even have to play anything to look fit if your body is basically a flag pole but I do so it…works. Dad and Henry said girls like tall guys a lot but they don't talk to me and I don't talk to them so it's sorta...”

“I walk a lot. One look at my legs can tell you where I’ve been. I swear my knees are rock magnets cos they’re always scraping against something. Might be safer to keep the bandaids permanently glued on. There are a lot of other scratches on my legs too, cos trees are annoying and I always get too hot to bother wearing long pants when I go out. They’re really tiny scratches so they don’t even matter that much.”
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[color=00a651][h3]Do you have any hobbies?[/h3][/color]

[color=82ca9d][i]“It used to be basketball but now...I walk. A lot. By the lake, around the forest. The summerhouses, the rocks. There’s a lot to look at out there. Have you ever tried just looking? Staring and examining something until you want to pass out, learning all the cracks and holes, the insides and outs. Boring, right? Yeah, I might sound like one of those loony art types but concentrating on one thing is really interesting. Anything can be interesting if you want to look further.”

“It’s nice to be out there, like I’m on a one-man trek into the unknown. Not to say I don’t like being in the house but…yeah, I don’t. I like the quiet and the alone-ness out there. I can read and draw without anyone around to complain about college tuition when they think Henry can’t hear or try to find me so they can apologize for forgetting to take me to my game. It makes me feel better that way.”

“Heh, no, I don’t get scared. Safest town in Colorado, right? So I don’t get worried. My parents don’t get worried either. I…don’t know if they know where I go, actually. Don’t tell them, please, just in case. Maybe…sometimes…this might sound crazy but…I don’t think I’d be scared even if something was out there. Like, after all these years of walking around, I found something like E.T.! Wouldn’t that be so cool? It’s a bit much to hope for, I know.”

[s]“Maybe…I’m waiting for something to take me away.”[/s]
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[color=00a651][h3]What are some things that you especially dislike?[/h3][/color]

[color=82ca9d][i]“Stuffy rooms. The thermostat is always too high. Yelling voices. And peas. They’re mushy and gross. There’s a lot of things in the world, I can’t just check my opinion like that on the spot. Come back tomorrow?”

“No. No, I don’t dislike my family. Can you not ask me something like that so suddenly? Where did that even come from?”
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[color=00a651][h3]What are your goals for the future? Both immediate and long-term.[/h3][/color]

[color=82ca9d][i]“There’s this hill out west I want to look around. There’s always something interesting if you look far enough. Also a whole pile of books I need to finish. I’m really behind on my reading for Book Club.”

“Long term? That’s a big question. I’m only in middle school. Even my brother said he doesn’t know. He made me promise not to tell mom and dad, all serious-like. I don’t know what he’s worried about. He can get into whatever university he wants. Maybe I should try for that too. Not sure which one, or what major I’d even take but, eh, I dunno.”

“I don’t think it matters where I go. As long as I get out there, I think I’ll be happy. Or, well…anywhere where they aren’t.”
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[color=00a651][h3]What's your home life like? Specifically, what is your relationship like with your parents?[/h3][/color]

[color=82ca9d][i]“Fine. It’s fine. Kind of a strange question to ask, really. Not everyone has a tragic backstory. Nothing to complain about when there’s…nothing, y’know?”

“If you’re dying to know, leave me alone and ask my brother, Henry. I bet he has a lot more to say about our parents than I ever would. N-not that that’s bad or anything. It’s just the truth. No really, it’s fine. I know it could be a lot worse. I could get beaten or starved or poor or in a split household like Jessica Baker’s parents. I can’t complain.”

“Huh? Neglected? No, no, they talk to me. They try to, at least? I dunno, it’s weird. I know they’re itching to get back to Henry so what’s the point of sticking around? They’ll probably forget about what I said the next day. Not that I say much.”

“Henry is…he’s nice. Maybe he feels bad for me. He shouldn’t. He earned all of this fair and square.”

“…C-can we talk about something else now?”
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[color=00a651][h3]What's your favorite animal, and why?[/h3][/color]

[color=82ca9d][i]“Agh, I’m bad at these questions. Uhhhhh…otters. Mom bought me this really cute plush one when I was a baby, before I can even remember. I’ve had it ever since. I know it's kinda girly but...”

“Is that a good reason for it being a favorite? I’ll think up a better answer if you need.”
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[color=00a651][h3]How about your favorite color?[/h3][/color]

[color=82ca9d][i]“I don't think boys my age are supposed to have that sort of answer ready. Mine's is green. Or orange. Or blue. Urgh, I’m really bad at these. It’s whatever I see in when I walk so it’s never really one color.”

“I’ll try to cut it down to one if it’s that important but…well, I don’t want to be rude but does it matter that much? All the pretty stuff is made up of crazy mixes of colors. And that’s not even considering the way light changes everything after you wait a while. Does it make sense to pick just one?”
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[color=00a651][h3]What are your grades like?[/h3][/color]

[color=82ca9d][i]“They’re fine too. B’s and sometimes A’s. The English teacher is always saying I need to write more though. Apparently, I don’t explain enough, write out the feelings. It all sounds a bit dumb to me, but please don’t tell him I said that. Always A’s in Gym. I’ve never had problems with running for long games or ‘hand-eye coordination’ or whatever. Overall they’re passable. Nothing like Henry’s but…”

“I need to keep my expectations reasonable. I’m never gonna be like him.”

“…Uh, yeah. My parents would try to do that serious talk thing if I let my grades drop. Or not. It doesn’t really matter. All I need to do is put the work in and everything will stay the same.”
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[color=00a651][h3]Do you believe in magic?[/h3][/color]

[color=82ca9d][i]“No offense, of course, but…why would I do that? I’m not a five-year-old.”[/i][/color][/center]
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