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Name: Ambrosia Sinclair
Age: eighteen
Personality: Before she was abused she was a happy sweet girl that people of her class loved. Now after being abused she has learned to not speak unless necessary along with learning effort is useless. She has a short tempered that she deeply compresses within her.
Bio: Ever since she was born her family was living the best as it could be. Her father and mother had wanted a son but got stuck with her; since her mother was infertile and lucky to give birth to her. Now at the age of thirteen her father sent her to the highest quality of schools until she was a drop out mess. Ever since she returned from home she had been hit and hurt greatly by her father for many years. Now she has learned to be quiet to accept her punishment with bruises and scars upon her skin.
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Name: Johnny Paige
Age:18
Personality: Apathetic by definition, completly uncaring about anything in his life but himself.
Bio: A neglectfull only child to a widowed mother, he lived a "content" life of ignoring her and the world around him. The world hardly matterd to him and he lazed about in that fact. But since that woman met him the other day, he hasnt felt the same. He can't swear at his mother, he cant ignore the crying people under the lockers. There is something completely wrong here...
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Johnny entered the school taking a deep breath and trying his best to keep his eyes closed. His heart was beating strangely out of tempo. It was so hard to ignore the world...

"Look at him."

"Where ya headed Johnny?"

"Leave him alone, he'll leave pot on you like he did to Paulie."

Why did all of these words start to hurt him all of the sudden? He hadnt even put that weed on Paulie, he didnt even smoke. But it was easy to victemize him. His mother wouldnt care if he got suspended again, and neither did he. Whenever someone was asked "Where did you get the stuff?" It was always him that got sent to the office five minutes later...

He sat down under the lockers beside the entrance, trying to ignore them all. He put his hands into his eyes and fell to the ground... Or at least it was meant to be the ground. He felt like he was in a lap...

"Sh@#..." He said, springing up, hitting his head on the lockers, "Sorry..." He muttered, looking at the girl beside him.

Johnny rubbed his head, swearing at himself. Not just because he had jus frightened that girl, but because he knew that he had first period with her. This new epathy, or whatever this was, would make him have to appolgize and go to her to see what was wrong. He pulled up his backpack and slowly walked to class, again trying to keep his eyes off of everyone. This girl was one thing, he didnt want to feel sorry for any of these freaks around him.

He sat down in class, seeing the girl from earlier right in front of him.

"Ummm..." He said, not knowing where to begin.

Johnny sighed deeply, wanting to just shut up. Why couldnt he just be quiet now? "Hey, im sorry that I supprised you earlier... It was an accident." This was such bull... It didnt even make sense to appologize for that as a normal person. What was he now? Some sensitive spineless twit? He wanted to go to the bathroom and beat his head against the wall just speaking like this.

"The skirt doenst realy help hide the... You know..." Johnny said, indicating her scars. He wanted not to be nice, but was force to be nice... It was all to odd, "Just saying..."

Johnny swore loudly and followed after her after writing a note for the teacher and leaving it on her desk. He ran after her, forcing open the door to the roof, mumbling profanities at himself all the way there, "Im sorry... I used to cut, so I know all about it... I didnt mean to make you upset..." He said, trying to rationalize it somehow.

Johnny walked slowly and sat beside her. He honestly felt sympathy now, afraid to ask the next question, "Then what happened?" He asked her softly, not looking at her for fear he would push her over the edge.

Johnny frowned softly wanting to help her, in what felt like an unforced feeling, "Does it hurt?" He asked shaking his head, "Sorry... I mean... Ive got some ointment at my house that can help ease them up..." He said, "I left a note, I dont think the teacher will even care if we're gone..."

"Not talking wont solve anything." Johnny said, standing up, walking past her, a bit angery now at her. He didnt want to be the one who felt for once. It hurt him inside, like a thousand daggers digging lightly into his heart. He turned around to look at her. He wasnt looking and accidently fell down the first flight of stairs leading up to the roof "Jesus f@#$ing Christ!" He shouted as he hit the bottom.