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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Monday, October 8th, 2018

It was just your usual Monday morning: the start of a new week for the residents of Crown Heights, Florida. For the Senior class of Kings Academy, it was the first time back at school since the fiasco that was their Homecoming dance, and they were certain that the incidents that had transpired that night would not go unnoticed by the faculty. It came to no surprise to absolutely anyone that the second the teens entered their homeroom classroom, they were notified that their presence was requested at the auditorium for an emergency assembly. And so, the seniors left the same way they had gone

“Good morning, students,” Mrs. Chamberlain began in her usual strict, brisk tone of voice, giving them all a stern look before clearing her throat and continuing. “First of all, I would like to address the appalling and absolutely atrocious behavior my faculty and I witnessed at the Homecoming dance last Saturday. Fist fights, underage drinking, suspected drug use, the involvement of the Palm Beach PD in one particular case-” she paused, shooting Kavi Salvador a meaningful look. “These are not the morals and values we teach and abide by at this school. All students guilty of any of these transgressions will be contacted throughout the day to be penalized accordingly, and I will personally be keeping an eye out for any further mischief from this point onward. If this unacceptable behavior continues to occur throughout the year, I will have no other choice than to declare a cancellation of this year’s Prom Night.”

A wave of angry, outraged whispers and mutters echoed across the auditorium at the threat. Yet being as experienced as she was with dealing with snobbish, entitled, ungrateful children, Mrs. Chamberlain didn’t so much as flinch at the attacks, choosing to merely roll her eyes at their childish reaction and raising a hand. “Enough,” she commanded, keeping her cold, unflinching stare upon her students until there was only silence in the room once more. “Keep each other in line and there shall be no reason for me to penalize.”

There was a pause as Mrs. Chamberlain let the words sink in, waiting a few more seconds before continuing on. “In other news, I am proud to announce that the Homecoming King and Queen for this year’s graduating class are Santiago Fernández and Julie Macmillan. Mr. Fernandez, Ms. Macmillan: please present yourselves to the stage now for the official coronation. Congratulations to both.”

The room filled up with honest and hypocritical applause alike as a smug Santiago and a visibly uncomfortable Julie made their way up the steps and to the center of the auditorium stage. The two teens stood side by side while the ever-cheerful Mrs. Sanders placed the sashes and the crowns on their heads, and then made a few poses for the yearbook photographer. As the flash of the final photo vanished, something on the crowd caused the boy to immediately tense up, jaw squared and a frown on his handsome face just before he and Julie were ushered out of the stage.

Once they had taken their seats, Mrs. Chamberlain continued. “Finally, I have taken the liberty of appointing you all here today for the purpose of three educational lectures that will cover topics of utmost importance to this vulnerable stage of your young, tender lives. I am confident each of you will find them useful in your own way, and hope that the valuable information provided is taken to heart and put into action as soon as possible.”

And for the next three hours, the seniors of King’s Academy were subjected to three lectures about the consequences of underage drinking, drug use and sexual activity. They were spared of no details: being told and shown in graphic detail the damage alcohol caused to the body, mind and soul, how marijuana was a gateway drug that would lead to an eventual heroin overdose in a dirty alleyway of some shady city, how straying away from the path of God and refusing to be abstinent was the biggest mistake they could ever make, how being sexually active would lead them down a sinful road of perversion and depravity, and how an unplanned pregnancy basically meant that the rest of your life was officially over. The minutes spent in the room were grueling and mentally scarring for all of them, and not even the pocket-sized bag of condoms and lube handed out were enough to make them forget the insanity of what they had just seen and heard. After what seemed like an eternity, the bell signaling their early lunchtime gave the teens the begged-for, sweet relief from the faculty-imposed torture.

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Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

It didn’t take a genius to deduce that drinking and smoking one’s problems away usually did more harm than good to a person. But Santiago Fernandez was no genius, and had never exactly been the sharpest tool in the shed. This was why, for the second time that Sunday, his head hung on the toilet as he once again threw up the contents of his stomach. At this rate, it was a miracle how the boy hadn’t died of alcohol poisoning yet- he had his Latino heritage to thank for that.

The time spent with his friends had done him good in a twisted sort of way. Just like he’d hoped, his boys were by his side no matter what. Sure, they all shared the same sentiment at him becoming a dad so early on: dread, horror, amusement, worry, concern, disbelief… But in the end, they’d been nothing short of supportive. Even if he would never admit it any time soon, Diablo had never been more grateful to have The Alphas. They’d promised each other they’d be there for each other in the good, the bad and the ugly, and they were certainly making true to that. It made all the negative feelings about his issue just a little easier to handle.

After much fighting, Santiago finally managed to get up from the bathroom floor and trudge to the shower. He let the stream of warm water bring him some sort of comfort and relaxation, before exiting it a while later. Still feeling miserable, the devil of Kings made his way back to the bedroom, where he pulled on some boxers and got ready to call it a night. The young man eventually fell backwards on his bed and shut his eyes, willing himself to sleep and praying that tomorrow would bring a better day.



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Olympus Academy // A School for Demigods and Demigoddesses

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Ariana's #OOTD

_{Location: Lyra’s Room → Ariana’s Room → Naiades Lakeside Party
Mentions: Lyra @Filthy Mudblood, Asher @HaleyTheRandom, Dustyn @MissCapnCrunch, Kelsey @NeoAC, Avem @Rockette, Phil @spooner, Dallas @Plank Sinatra, Vivian @Altered Tundra, Ian @SilverPaw, Marcella and Rhea @Write, Rebekah @Krayzikk
Interacting With: Azura @SamaraJayne96, Dana [@PlankSinatra], Jonas @HereComesTheSnow}

As far as first days went, this had to be the lamest one Ariana had experienced in all her years at olympus academy. After she’d arranged for every single item she’d brought to be in the exact place she’d wanted it, she left to hang out with Lyra at her own apartment. The two girls spent the next few hours catching up with the happenings of the months they spent apart, and failed to notice how quickly time flew past them. It was only after Ari’s phone blew up with messages that the two girls remembered about Dal’s party by the lake. Face lit up by the thrill of having a chance to get her first score of the semester and catch up with one of her favorite people in Olympus, Ariana quickly excused herself with Lyra and rushed to her apartment to get ready.

Ariana’s Inbox

From: Ash Daddy 😈💋🔥
There's a party going on at the lake. Meet me there, Princess.

From: Dana Banana 👗👠💮 (For Shopping)
hello ari-chan!!
the party at the lake is beginning. i am on security. unfortunately no one is fighting yet. so you should come! give boys reasons to fight! then we can slay them
metaphorically. for you. literally for me.

The daughter of Aphrodite spent the better part of two hours making sure she looked every bit as stunning as she could possibly look. She chose to take the minimalist approach in terms of makeup- assuming that enhancing her beautiful features was better to stare at under the stars and the moonlight than glamming it up to hang out with a bunch of drunks in the middle of the forest. Her glossy dark locks were blow-dried parted to one side, flowing freely down her back in all of their layered glory without so much as a hint of frizz. Distressed, light wash skinny jeans, a white bralette and a black leather jacket paired with gold hoop earrings and a pair of white Adidas sneakers were the pieces she chose for the night out: comfortable enough to defend herself from the cold yet sultry enough to bag herself a win. After staring at herself in the mirror and taking sexy selfies from every possible angle, the young woman made sure she carried the essentials in her pockets before sneaking out of the dorm complex and into the cool darkness of the night.

The party was in full swing with the usual suspects by the time Ariana made her debut. Dustyn, Kelsey, Avam and sweet Phil were deep in conversation- something about a broken or falling tooth or whatever. God only knew what that was about. Then there was the host of the party himself, looking as heartbreaking as always (and making the young woman sigh with frustration at never being able to snag him), while accompanied by the annoying little sister Viv. She spotted Marcy’s brother alone by the lake, no doubt gearing himself for the possible interactions the party offered. Off in the back of a red pick-up truck was Dana, to whom Ariana enthusiastically waved to and blew a kiss, and not too far away were Rhea and Marcella.

She suppressed the urge to laugh when she saw what the two were wearing. Had they perhaps missed the memo on the selected venue and thought they were attending an Oscar gala party or something? Whatever the case, Ari knew no other demi-goddess would be able to upstage her: gala dresses or not, she could show up to the party wearing nothing but a ratty T-shirt and still take half the guys home with her.

The familiar smell of herbal deliciousness brought the brunette back to her senses. She looked around trying to find the source of the tempting scent and grinned in satisfaction when her eyes found on some new girl offering out joints of weed.

“I’ll take one of these,” Ariana said brightly, plucking one of the joints from the new girl’s case before flashing her one of the signature Ariana smiles. “Thank you, sugar. Enjoy the rest of the night.”

With a parting wink, the brunette turned on her heel and made her way across the venue. Joint now on her full lips, she pulled out a pink Zippo from the pocket of her coat and expertly lit up. Her hazel eyes scanned the area as she smoked, trying to find the perfect victim to properly kick off the year Aphrodite style. Some were not her type, others she’d already done, and the rest were simply options she would never even consider- because, although she was a slut, the girl had fucking standards. The short amount of patience Ariana was blessed with was starting to run dry when finally, out in the distance, she spotted one of the few males at Olympus Academy that she’d always wanted to ride but had never had a chance to… Until tonight.

Check. Fucking. Mate

With the prey now chosen, it was time for the huntress to pounce. The young woman squared her shoulders, held up her head and began to saunter straight in the direction of Dana Harada’s hunky older brother: Jonas Big-Daddy Highwind.

“Hey, JoJo,” Ariana called out in greeting to the son of Ares as she made her way to where he was, unknowingly ignoring Athena’s daughter in the process. She offered Jonas a mischievous smile while taking guard in front of where he was crouched, petting the three-headed black pup that no doubt belonged to Hades’ only Marcella Bonaparte. “I'm surprised you're not on security detail this time around, sweetie! Does this mean you finally have some time to hang out with me?” she said in a well-practiced kittenish voice, seductively blowing out a slow stream of cannabis smoke while her eyes remained locked on his.

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