Melissa

Mel's Memory Box

Aiden Howard- Rosefell High

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

Name

Aiden Howard

Age

18, April 5

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Jock/Delinquent

Appearance Details

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

Personality Traits

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

Biography

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

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

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

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

Family

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

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

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

Chief Financial Officer for a well known advertising firm.

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

A junior at Meadow University studying Finance.

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

A sophomore at Rosefell High (previously Liberty High).

Misc.

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

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

Mel's Memory Box

Ellie Roberts- Rosefell High

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

Name

Eleanor Roberts

Nickames

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

Age

17, February 23

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Artist

School

Rosefell High

Appearance Details

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

Personality Traits

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

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

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

Biography

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

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

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

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

Family

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

The school nurse at Rosefell Elementary.

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

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

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

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

Misc.

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

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

Second Horizons

Chloe Maureen Chambers

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^{Chloe Maureen Chambers}

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(FC: Sydney Sweeney; Dialogue: FF6E96)

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

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► How many years have you attended Second Horizons?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You're kidding right?

► What are you looking forward to?

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

► What are you not looking forward to?

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

► Tell us a little bit about yourself:

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

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► Noteworthy appearance traits:

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

► Noteworthy luggage items:

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

► Quirks:

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

► Likes/Dislikes:

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

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► History:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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► Extra information:

N/A

Second Horizons

Chloe Maureen Chambers

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^{Chloe Maureen Chambers}

• •

(FC: Sydney Sweeney; Dialogue: FF6E96)

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

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► How many years have you attended Second Horizons?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You're kidding right?

► What are you looking forward to?

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

► What are you not looking forward to?

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

► Tell us a little bit about yourself:

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

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► Noteworthy appearance traits:

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

► Noteworthy luggage items:

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

► Quirks:

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

► Likes/Dislikes:

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

____________________________________________________________

► History:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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► Extra information:

N/A

Rosefell High.

_{@LovelyComplex@spooner@Melissa@metanoia}

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Second Horizons: A Slice of Life RP

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

Rosefell High.

<sub>Liv Howard & Spike Langley
A @Melissa and @TootsiePop Collaboration

Fearing guest appearances from Trixie Kingsley and Cael Crawford</sub>

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It was at the very instant that Liv Howard walked away from her brother and his friends that a massive weight was lifted off of her shoulders. She could finally take a deep breath and look forward to enjoying the first day of her Junior year. As much as she loved her brother, in some ways Aiden was more protective of Liv than their parents. He went out of his way to intimidate any guy or gal that tried to approach his baby sister, which was not exactly the best thing for her social or dating life. But now that he was busy with Fiamma and Senior year shenanigans he’d have no time to police her… which meant that from this moment forward she was free to do as she pleased.

Liv, with Trixie in tow, began to make her way towards the main building (which she had to admit did look like it could collapse in on itself at any possible moment), a wide grin seeming to be permanently stuck to her face. Today was a fresh start by starting at a different school and the blonde was evidently thrilled about it. She had spent the last two weeks listening to Aiden bitch and moan about the transfer, but forever the opposite of her brother, Liv was excited about the prospect of a clean slate.

Her blue eyes gazed around the parking lot and tried to pick familiar faces out of the crowd of students greeting each other, but was met with no known entities. It was then that she spotted a boy dressed as Tuxedo Mask emerging from an unassuming car. Liv couldn’t help but laugh as she watched him gallantly stroll towards the general direction of the front doors handing out beautiful red roses as he went. Rosefell sure had some… characters. Her giggle must have carried over to where he was because the next thing the blonde knew he appeared within an arm's reach and extended a delicate flower out to her before disappearing into the crowd. Liv smiled graciously but couldn’t get in a word edgewise as the mystery cosplayer departed.

The blonde turned to her latina best friend, “Guess I’m already turning a new leaf,” she commented, twirling the stem of the rose between her thumb and index finger before tilting the fake flower towards Trixie playfully.

Smiling and rolling her eyes at her closest friend, Trixie pulled the flower out of her hand and muttered, "A new leaf, huh?” After scanning around them, the foreign crowd, the boys and girls they didn’t know, and the ones they knew, Trixie started feeling anxious. What if her brother was right to be stressed about this? To build a whole new reputation. Start completely over. Maybe getting casted off? She knew she’d be fine, but things were starting to set in finally. This was the first day of Junior year and it was clear they weren’t in Kansas anymore.

With fidgety hands she snapped the stem of the rose close to the bud. "Oh shit.” To fix what she just did, she leaned in and put the rose in Liv’s hair, rested it on her right ear, "There. It really compliments the white.” The youngest Kingsley’s voice subtly shook. No matter how much Trixie can try, she couldn’t hide her nerves from Liv.

Liv gasped as Trixie split the stem from the bud as easily as stepping on a twig. She knew that her friend was nervous for their first day at Rosefell, but she didn’t realize she was that nervous. Although she didn’t mind the welcome addition to her outfit, the red rose adding a nice pop of color to her monochrome ensemble, she was a little concerned about how Trix was taking all of this. Delicately, the blonde girl grasped her bestie's hand and squeezed it. “It’s going to be okay, I promise.” Liv reassured her with a comforting smile. “You and me, remember?”

"Yeah, absolutely! You and me.” Like they did when they were kids, Trixie lifted her pinky and grabbed Liv’s in return. A sweet, innocent gesture that no matter what happened this year, they would find their way back to each other. They always did. Unfortunately for the best friends, their shared, short moment together was ripped away from each other. They wouldn’t get the opportunity to talk about clubs, about meeting up later, about anything, because Trixie’s tour guide tapped on her shoulder.

“Fuckin’ shit, there you are!” The brunette was surprisingly shorter than both Liv and Trixie. While Liv was standing at 5’4, Trixie at 5 even, this girl was 4’11” and kind of felt like an ankle biter. She was called by her classmates: “The Raging Bull”. “Call me Nellie, any other names you hear, trash it.” Trixie was a deer in headlights when she saw how abrasive this girl was. To those that did know her, she was a senior who went by the name Helena Perfect, but it was clear she had a rowdy, rough attitude and took no shit from anyone. “I ain’t here to waste your time, and you sure as hell ain’t going to waste my time so come on. We’re gonna’ make this quick. I have a date with my magic conch in ten.”

Before she walked away, expecting Trixie to follow, Nellie glared at the blonde, “That’s a pretty white dress you got there. Fan-fuckin’-tastic choice for this shithole. I’m sure by the end of the day, it’ll still be white.”

Trixie quickly pulled Liv into a hug and whispered, “Hopefully your tour guide is less… mad.”

The blonde was certainly taken aback by the girl’s harsh demeanor, but wasn’t all too surprised that such people roamed the halls of their new school. Liv made a point to give the Nellie girl a sickeningly sweet grin even though her “compliment” may have been in a negative spirit, looking her over to try and find any redeeming qualities to comment on. “Your jeans are cute… shocked that they don’t have more holes in them, but they work.” Liv stated, a touch more judgemental than she normally would have.

“Aw thanks princess. I’m sure that lip of yours will get you far.” With her back turned to Liv, Helena marched away, unbothered.

With their delightful acquaintance now gone, the blonde hugged her latina bestie tightly, tighter than before. “I’m sure it won’t be that bad. Text me when you get to your first class so I know you’re still alive.”

“You too. Love you, Livvy.” Once their long moment came to a close, Trixie pulled herself away and hurriedly made her way to her tour guide (yepp, still in her heels).

Liv smirked as she watched Trixie scurry away in an attempt to catch up with her tour guide who was doing everything but touring her around. As soon as she disappeared into the crowd, the blonde took a deep breath before confidently walking in the same direction and opening the front doors of Rosefell High. Where she was supposed to go now that she was inside, she didn’t know, but as long as she looked good doing it, it didn’t matter if she was headed in the wrong direction.

Speeding from a side hall, in a cheap ass knight suit, where it looked like it was going to break off because Spike was surprisingly fit, the mascot of the school came roller blading down the hall with the bag of lollipops. He threw some candy at a group, “Hearts for everyone! We are sooooooooooooooooooooooo happy you’re here.” He was going so fast that the sudden, random cute blondie coming down another hall was unexpected. He was quick to dodge her ever so slightly, his speed causing her hair to fly with him. “Woah man. SAFETY. SAFETY ON.” However, he was too late to break and as a result, he rammed into the main office’s large glass window, falling on his ass.

“Oh my god,” Liv exhaled, completely startled by the interaction but also concerned for the poor kid in the costume. A few people looked in their general direction to see what the commotion was about, but surprisingly no one seemed to go to his aid, so the blonde quickly walked over to where the boy was laying on the ground, “Are you okay?” She asked innocently, having no context as to who this guy was and what he was doing in the mascot suit.

Seeing birds for a second, Spike’s sight slowly registered reality and his reality in front of him was a beautiful blonde, one of those cinnamon roll looking kind of girls, like her father was a preacher or some shit, gorgeous but clearly too good for a piece of shit like him. Out of his league. A goofy grin rose on his face. Once he grabbed the nearest heart lollipop which happened to be in the shade of blue, he offered it to her all the while laying on the floor, “Wow, somebody better call God, because he’s missing an angel.”

The blonde gave the boy a knowing look, but took the sucker anyway and tried to resist the urge to roll her eyes. “Funny,” she commented sarcastically, “guess you hit your head pretty hard, huh?”

“Nah man, I know hot when I see it.” Exuberantly picking himself up, like this happens all the time, using no support but his core muscles, Spike was back on his feet in no time and offered his hand, “Hi, I’m Spike Langley and welcome to Jackass.”

She smirked, taking his hand and shaking it. “Olivia Howard, but my friends call me Liv.” The girl replied, putting two and two together to delineate the type of person Spike was. “Any chance you can point me in the direction of where the tour guides are?” She pulled out her phone to double check the name of the person who was going to be showing her around. “I’m supposed to find someone named Rachelle Rawlins?”

“Oh, no shit. I got you. Rae’s a little weirdo, but I think you got yourself a good deal.” Gesturing for Olivia to follow him, he cruised down the hall much slower than before so he was only inches in front of the Liberty student, “Liv’s a nice name, so yeah, cool.” He tossed candy out a lot calmer now, as he cheerily asked his new acquaintance, “Got any plans? Any clubs you might want to join?”

“If I’m being honest, I’m just trying to make it through today.” Liv expressed candidly, following Spike as they made their way to supposedly where this Rae girl was. As they passed by people, she tried to pick out familiar faces from Liberty but could only identify a few. Did any of the Liberty kids decide not to show? She bet that some of them got a ‘get out of jail free card’ by transferring elsewhere. “Any tips?” She asked in an attempt to make small talk and get the inside scoop on this place as they hopefully neared their destination.

“My only tips revolve around people. Melissa Elliot… don’t get on her bad side. I’m sure you know how Queen Bees work, she’s our’s. And uh, let’s see, a lot of boys would want to take a piece of your cake, coming from me, who thinks you’re hot… so be careful. Like, stay away from Rico. Fuck Rico.”

Well, that was actually quite useful. The blonde nodded, taking the boy’s advice willingly as they weaved around other students. Aiden would easily find out soon enough which guys were thirsting after his sister, so at least she was able to get a head start on who to avoid. “Get on Melissa’s good side and stay away from Rico. Got it. Anything else I should know?” Liv asked, appreciating Spike’s brief roadmap.

“Uh, I guess if you want some good friends. Sean Bergara, or Tuxedo Mask, a theater dweeb, and Ellie Roberts, sweetheart artist, would be a good start. But if you want… questionable friends, I got names for that too, but I’m sure you’ll know their name soon enough. Don’t be surprised if a fight happens today, and tomorrow, and the next day.” Approaching the sign-up table, Spike saw Cael, and happily hollered, “Cael, my man! It’s good to see you, sorry to interrupt. But, where’s the gremlin? This lovely girl here has her as a tour guide.”’

Looking over his shoulder, back at Liv, Spike gestured his thumb to Cael, “Good guy here too. Makes the best damn drinks at Plouf,” He did lean in, not so discreet, and whispered in Liv’s ear while Cael seemed distracted by a pale, mysterious boy, “A little bit of a gossip, but who isn’t nowadays?” This would be good for Liv to know, if she wants to be in the ‘know’ about everything and anything, Cael was your guy. He knew all the tea. Even tea that was still brewing. He's the first responder on the tea-train. The tea FAIRY!

Liv took a one look at Cael and immediately recognized him from Plouf. She and Trixie frequented there after school when either of their brothers was willing to drive them- the Almond Chai Lattes were her favorite. But who she also identified as another familiar face was Christian Barker, who stood only a few feet away. It was comforting to finally see someone from Liberty who she recognized walking the halls here at Rosefell, and especially Chris of all people. She had AP History with him last year and thought he was cute, so she made Trixie at the time do some reconnaissance to figure out who he was. The blonde stole a glance at the dark haired boy with a smirk, but looked back over to Spike and Cael quickly in order to pay attention.

"Oh, hey, Spike." Cael responded, breaking his gaze from the two handsome Liberty newcomers just long enough to glance at Spike. "Rae? I last saw her around the corner, she was actually going to find you. Olivia, right?" He confirmed, looking to Liv now and waving politely. "Sorry I can't be much help, your guess is as good as mine as to where she ended up. Can I still have a lollipop, though?"

“Damn, okay. Thanks, and duh you can. Here.” He placed way more lollipops than necessary in Cael’s hands, “I’m sure these boys over here would love something to suck too.” Not wasting any more time, Spike contemplated his next move, “I got an idea, follow me!” Instead of going to the entrance outside, or wasting any time searching like fools, they walked back and headed straight to the office that Spike rammed his face on.

Liv didn’t even get a chance to say thank you to Cael before Spike whisked her away back to where they were a few moments previous. She could have gotten whiplash from how quickly the boy was moving- it seemed as though when he wanted to do something, he needed to do it that second and not a moment later. But she didn’t mind. Spike had a good energy about him (although a little crude) and she could tell from only just meeting him that he meant well.

Entering the office, Spike was quick to scan the area. It was vacant, as to be expected. The two secretaries were probably indulging in breakfast sandwiches and drinking hot cocoa in the principal’s office. They loved using JPJ’s office when he was away. He had the best room in the house, and they had keys to it. His favorite secretary was Jennifer Apple, but he liked calling her ‘Applebottom’. To this day, she hasn’t corrected him, evening finding his goofiness endearing. There was no doubt he was her favorite too. Not wanting to be rude, he did call out, “Mizzzzzzzz Applebottom!”

Like he expected, she creaked the principal’s door open and smiled at him, “What do you need, Spike?” She had no ounce of annoyance or anger. Only a bright disposition and a kind smile. This seemed to be normal for her. Being interrupted by students for their little whims of the day.

“Melissa wants me to make an announcement, can I? You know for school spirit, wooooooo!”

“Make it quick, you know how Berkley feels about you kids using the system. Don’t worry, I got you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I gotta’ finish my bacon, egg, and cheese.” The young secretary winked at the boy, before closing the door and resuming her conversation with the other one.

Awesome. Too easy. Grinning at Liv, he went past the counter, beyond the point kids are permitted to enter, and went straight to Apple’s desk. Adjusting the mic, Spike sat in Apple’s seat and gave his acquaintance a thumbs up, “You asked, and you will receive.”

“But I didn’t ask for-”

Immediately afterwards, Spike pressed the red button and without a care in the world, talked to the whole school, inside and out of the building, “Yo, yo, yo. It’s your boy Spike, hoping all you cool kids are enjoying being back at school and for you Liberty peeps out there, welcome, man. It’s good to have you here, joining the Knights. Remember to get your fake rose from Tuxedo Mask and a lollipop from me, the guy in the knight suit. There’s also some breakfast shit in the cafeteria. Now, can Rachelle Rawlins please come to the main office? Rachelle Rawlins PLEASE come to the main office. I got a special delivery, just for you! BYEEEE!” He hung up, but then realized he forgot something, he pressed the button again, “Also Red, sorry for being an ass! DeVito didn’t mean it. Well I did, but you know... Kay, bye.”

That sure was one way to find Rae. The blonde laughed as the ever energetic Spike delivered his announcements, the nerves of her first day dissipating. Something about the way that he was acting was different from any Liberty kid she had met previously, and maybe that was because it was evident that Spike didn’t care about what you thought of him. Liv raised an eyebrow after he released the button and was off the air, “Special delivery?” She questioned, crossing her arms over her chest.

“It was that or bodacious blonde who is down for some funky shit with long legs and a short white dress on. I don’t need to make another girl mad today, so special delivery sounded a little better.” He grumbled to himself.

“Since you were kind enough to give me some tips, Spike, I’m going to give you one too… if you ever meet a kid named Aiden Howard, I suggest you run.”

Rosefell High.

Liv Howard || Liberty High

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

Name

Olivia Howard

Nickame

Liv or Livvy

Age

17, June 14

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Bisexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Prep Princess

Appearance Details

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

Personality Traits

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

Biography

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

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

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

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

Watch out world, Liv Howard is coming for you.

Family

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

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

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

Chief Financial Officer for a well known advertising firm.

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

A junior at Meadow University studying Finance.

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

A senior at Rosefell High (previously Liberty High).

Misc.

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

Rosefell High.

Liv Howard || Liberty High

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

Name

Olivia Howard

Nickame

Liv or Livvy

Age

17, June 14

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Bisexual

Relationship Status

Single

Label

Prep Princess

Appearance Details

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

Personality Traits

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

Biography

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

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

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

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

Watch out world, Liv Howard is coming for you.

Family

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

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

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

Chief Financial Officer for a well known advertising firm.

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

A junior at Meadow University studying Finance.

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

A senior at Rosefell High (previously Liberty High).

Misc.

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

Rosefell High.

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Ellie was wide awake well before her first alarm rang. In fact, she was already in the bathroom putting on makeup when the familiar chimes of her phone sounded, indicating on a normal day that it was time to get out of bed. But today being the first day of school- not to mention the first day of the brunette’s senior year- meant that it was not just a regular day and she was stressed about it.

So many thoughts were running through the girl’s head that prevented her from getting a good night’s sleep. Most of them were centered around test scores, portfolio reviews, acceptances and rejections, but others were focused on tuition fees and purchasing supplies and the vast emptiness of her own wallet. The first day of school brought all of these anxieties to the surface in a way that they hadn’t been illuminated before- the final countdown was beginning and Ellie was running out of time. No matter how hard she worked, she always felt like she was one step behind where she needed to be when it came to her creative prowess as well as her finances. And those fears kept her up at all hours.

On top of all of the nerves she was already feeling about the beginning of her final year of high school, Ellie was also preoccupied with the intricacies of needing to make a good first impression. The students of Liberty High across town started at Rosefell today after their school shut down unexpectedly over the summer, which meant the brunette had more people she needed to appease and impress. The girl wasn’t popular in the slightest, but she didn’t want to fall to the bottom of the barrel when these new kids showed up, especially after hearing from her only Liberty friend, Christian, about how they dressed and acted on their campus previously. And so, the nerves and lack of sleep worked hand in hand to give Ellie ample time to get dressed and ready for the day.

She had picked her outfit the other evening- some of her best thrifted finds- but spent a decent amount of time in the bathroom applying products and powders to her fair skin to improve her complexion. If there was any day to be fortunate for good genes, it was today, as luckily not one pimple or blemish sullied her delicate features. With one final look in the mirror, satisfied with her appearance, Ellie grabbed her backpack and sketchbook before bounding down the stairs to find something quick for breakfast.

When she reached the bottom of the steps she was pleasantly surprised to be met with the delicious scent of pancakes that were sizzling on the stovetop, her mother standing in front of the burner flipping each one when they were golden brown and fluffy. With a warm smile, Ellie rested her chin on her mother’s shoulder and hugged her from behind before taking a plate and helping herself. “You didn’t have to make me breakfast you know.” She commented, standing at the kitchen island and digging in before her food got cold.

“I had a few minutes to spare- besides, it’s your last first day of school! I wanted to do something special.” Her mother Jennifer replied, continuing to make the rest of the batch of batter in order to stock the freezer with leftovers for the next few mornings. It made no sense to Ellie why Rosefell Elementary started later than the High School did, but nonetheless she was appreciative that it gave her mother, the Elementary School nurse, extra time to keep the house somewhat in order. “Your father had to go to the shop early this morning, but he told me to tell you to have a great day at school and he can’t wait to hear all about it tonight at dinner.”

Ellie smirked and nodded, continuing to enjoy the fresh stack of pancakes that sat before her. She was always appreciative that her parents worked hard to provide for their family, and didn’t mind that every now and again her mom and dad couldn’t be around for everything. They tried their best, and that was what mattered. The girl ate quickly, wanting to get to the school before the parking lot got too busy, and when she was finished took her plate over to the sink to clean and dry it. Working at the Yellow Rose Diner for all of her high school years had given the brunette a new appreciation for everything her mother did when she was a kid, so she always made a point to clear and wash her own dishes, even when she was running late.

“Thanks for breakfast, Mom, but I have to go show some of the Liberty kids around before my first class...” Ellie slung her bag over her shoulder and pressed her sketchbook against her chest. “Miki Park and Richard Diedrikson.” the brunette recited out loud, having committed the two names to memory. “Don’t you hate that I volunteer for just about everything?” She mused with a laugh.

Her mother chuckled, turning off the stove before walking over to where her daughter stood and pressing a light kiss on her forehead. “My sweet girl, you just always have to put everyone else before yourself, don’t you?” The older woman offered her daughter a smile before handing her the car keys that she had previously flung across the kitchen counter the day before.

“One day, karma is going to come back to do some amazing things for me. Until then, I’m at everyone else’s service. Love you!” Ellie chimed, blowing her mother a kiss before disappearing out the door towards her car, which she had lovingly named Cammy the Camry. Starting up the ignition, the brunette cautiously rolled out of the driveway and within minutes she was pulling into the Rosefell parking lot. As she found a spot and cut the engine, she took a breath and regained her composure, glimpsing at her reflection in the rearview mirror. “You’ve got this.” The girl murmured to herself- Lilith had gone on for hours once about mantras and manifesting your future, and for once, her friend had listened to her ramblings and took the advice in stride.

Ellie slipped out of her car, shutting and locking the door before waltzing over to her and Lil’s spot. It was a picnic table in front of the school that was underneath the shadiest tree- the two of them spent hours there when it was nice out, so much so that most people knew to avoid that specific table since the girls had claimed it. She could see that her best friend was a little bit preoccupied with Spike, Minty, Melissa, Rico, and some other people she didn't recognize, but knew she’d make her way over to their spot eventually. In the meantime, the brunette flipped open her sketchbook to the piece she had been working on for the past few days and continued to add to it, eraser shavings quickly appearing on the page as she refined her work.

After a few minutes, she looked up to see what was taking Lilith so long. Instead of meeting her friend’s eye, Ellie’s gaze was captured by a fancy looking Cadillac that had just rolled into the parking lot filled with who she knew were Liberty students. She watched as they filed out one by one and began walking towards the school…. which is when she saw him, as he sauntered confidently past the groups of students who seemed to move out of his path. A tall blonde who just didn’t look real, an adonis who she had never seen before but wished she had. He politely nodded and offered his pearly whites to those he passed by, and just for a second, he and Ellie made eye contact. And he smiled.

At first, she thought he was looking at someone else, but only after realizing the smile was indeed meant for her, Ellie felt a flutter in her chest and smirked back at the mystery boy before quickly looking down at her sketchbook to hide the blush that crept up on her cheeks.

Maybe things this year wouldn’t be so bad after all...