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[BLAKE NEIL LEWIS]

sick of living under everybody's shadow

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I'M SICK OF EVERYONE'S SUCCESS, I KNOW THAT'S SHALLOW[/center]

There wasn't much of summer left and Blake was trying to make the best of it even though he had tons of time ahead of him. No more high school. No more of those assholes to deal with. He could finally allow himself to be happy. Blake thought he'd feel a large amount of emotion after he was given his diploma and he'd go skipping off into the sunset. Nope. He still felt the same, but he felt a small glimmer of hope. Blake was hoping for a change in his attitude and his whole approach toward life. The cuts on his body wouldn't dictate who he was anymore. He'd conquer his problem and finally let himself be happy.

The only thing itching at the back of his mind was all the time he had ahead of him. It was terrifying. He didn't know what to do with it. Like he had promised himself he hadn't applied to any schools, much to his mother's dismay. Blake got his ass handed to him for making that decision. He got kicked out for a week and had to stay at Trace's until things were less tense. Blake knew as soon as he got a job his mom would kick him out. She had wanted to the moment he had turned eighteen. Chase already had scooted on out of the house, so it was a lot more peaceful. Now that she was legal he wondered what mess she was getting into now, even though her being under aged never stopped her from anything before.

He hoped to never see his sister again. Blake saw too much of her in that fucking house. Now whenever he saw her he wasn't forced to speak to her. He could just go on his way. That sounded like paradise to him. Blake had actually graduated with a friend as well, which he never thought would be possible. Parker was always on his mind. She had proved him wrong in so many ways. After detention he thought their little bout of friendship was over, but nope. They were kind of inseparable. His parents even knew who she was and was happy to see that he made a friend. Maybe that was why they hadn't kicked him out yet. They saw small improvement. In all the years he had been in high school he hadn't brought one friend home. Maybe a few school project partners, but those irrelevant people didn't count. It was nice to know he had someone to talk to other than his brother or internet friends.

Parker was perfect in every way possible. She made him laugh and he felt completely comfortable around her. From the moment he met her he felt comfortable. They just connected on a level he didn't even know was possible. He hated when he was away from her. Even when they were apart they were constantly texting or on the phone. Even Trace was starting to get annoyed with it, but he knew why Blake was being that way. Blake was a bit afraid she'd see too much of him and slowly start to get annoyed. It was all too good to be true really. There was always that negative thought itching at the back of his brain. What would happen when she got tired of him and left? He had already invested so much of himself into their friendship.

Blake had tried so hard not to think of that in fear that he would subconsciously start pushing her away. There were probably tons of times he could have been friends with a person, but unknowingly pushed them away. It was a tricky business. When you got hurt as many times as he did, it was hard to open up to new people.

He wanted to hang out with Parker that day, but he decided it was probably time to give her a break from him. Blake would just take a walk to clear his head. He always like to walk through the train yard and watch the trains go by wondering where they were going. Blake said his goodbye to his parents and was on his way. It didn't take him long to get there. His eyes grazed the empty train tracks and sat down on a patch of grass not far off from it.

Blake put one earphone in his ear and seconds later music blared loudly through the earbuds. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and pulled one out with a lighter. Blake quickly lit it and brought it to his lips. He took a long drag, looked down the track at a train coming near. Blake could hear the train horn from there. He couldn't even imagine how annoying it probably was to live near trains. They shook the house and you always just had to hear those horns. Blake found it kind of calming, but he wasn't sure how long he'd be able to take it. He sighed, already becoming bored with being there. Blake really did wish he had more people to at least talk to sometimes.

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[LENORE MAEVE BAILEY]

all these kinds of places make it seem like it's been ages

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and tomorrow's sun and buildings scrape the sky.

Lenore wished that she was done with high school. Even if the summer break was still around, the redhead wished that she didn't need to go back to that place she dubbed a shitty hellhole. it wasn't that bad, of course she knew that, but school took up a lot of her time. Time that could be used to write or play with Edgar, and hang out with Devin too. Schoolwork only did nothing but suck up her energy and ignite her temper. There was so much of maths she could take, and the tiny girl often struggled with numbers. She was a writer, not a stupid technician, and she sure as hell wasn't going to pursue a career that involved maths. In fact, Lenore pretty much had her own future happily planned out. Write more, get a few more books published, buy a huge ass mansion and grow old and die. It was simple and realistic enough to her liking.

The redhead had been wandering around for a good half an hour, trying to find spots that would give her good muse and fork out a few words on her laptop. She would usually go to a coffee shop or the library, but she wanted somewhere where there was more...stuff to look at. The forest had been an option, but Lenore had an inkling that it wasn't safe anymore for the time being. Things often went bump in the darkness, and her experience with running away from werewolves in a deserted alley had left her even more cautious and paranoid than before. It wasn't something that she wanted to live through again. And plus, she was human, despite having that small bit of witchery in her. She would be dead before she knew it, that is unless she didn't see anything in time.

After a bit more pondering, the redhead made up her mind. She hadn't visited the train yard in a while, maybe the chugga chugga of the vehicles could spark something in her. What that something was, Lenore didn't know, but she was quite eager to find out. With a new spring in her step, she set off. It didn't take her too long to get to he old town and towards the tracks. A bit of exploring had unlocked shortcuts, and fortunately, she had managed to do so before the incident the other day. Luckily she had Claude around to help her out, the girl was too fucking young to die for pete's sake. Well, you were never too young to die actually, but fuck that shit.

A familiar sight met the redhead's brown eyes when she arrived. Squinting a little, Lenore could make out Blake's tall figure sitting by the train tracks, smoking a cigarette. She didn't know him that well because he was so reclusive and quiet, and had only talked to him a few times in school. Still, it would be nice to have some familiar company around her while she was here. "Blake!" she yelled towards him, only to have her voice being drowned out by a passing train. Asshole train. Cursing foully, Lenore waved frantically instead, but he didn't seem to see her. Pursuing her lips, the redhead stomped towards the patch of grass at where he was seated, and plonked herself down next to him with a smile. "Fucking dick of a train wouldn't let me hear you! Sup Blake?"

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