CLARKE, garrett christian

[garrett]

don't underestimate someone who is shorter than you, they can always just kick you in the shins

GARRETT CHRISTIAN CLARKE
chris. 19. male. hetero. shapeshifter. dark (hates everything secretly). izzy the red panda.

RECOMMENDATION LETTER TO MIT

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Dear Esteemed Council:

I've always been one to think that students need to push themselves in order to be better, that they had to live and breathe what they loved doing. Garrett is one of the only students I've had this year, in my fifteenth year at this school, who lived school and built his own computer by the time he was 14. There aren't many bright minds like his, and I could see this the very first day that I met him when he was a freshman. He was shy, but very friendly once you spoke to him, I initiated the conversation by chatting to each one of my students at the beginning of class, asking their names and what made them unique. Garrett simply answered nothing, that he was just like every other student and just wanted to get by. It was when he got a bit older he began to come out of his shell and embrace technology and the arts.

As a computer teacher here, I offered up extra credit to the advanced class I was teaching, and that Garrett had signed up for. He leaped at the chance. Every time he has the opportunity to do something, whether it be stay late and work hard to finish a project a week before it's due, or come in early just to help set-up for a fundraiser, Garrett is the young man you should call. He is a brilliant young man with the drive to succeed in every walk of life. He knows what he's doing and if he doesn't know and doesn't want to bother anyone who may be busy, he will find a way to do it, and do it efficiently and on time. I know personally, the principal of this school, whose father attended MIT in the 80s, also said they would be recommending him to your marvelous and wonderful institution as well. I know Garrett has changed into a brilliant young man, and I hope that you see him in the same light not only myself, but other students and teachers do as well.

Sincerely,
Mr. Hank Goddard

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Taylor Clarke
Relationship: Mother
Age: declined to offer

"My son, Garrett has always been a...wiry boy. I absolutely adore my son, and I sent him to the best private school in the Tri-State area, but I just...I didn't understand why he was so different, you know? He is a wonderful boy, he understands people, though he hasn't had much luck with the ladies...he didn't even go to his high school proms because he didn't have a date. I've tried to help him, but he refuses it, saying he would rather just hang out with his older cousins, Owen and Aidan Collins. They lived here for a few months, till they moved, but Owen, Aidan and Garrett all stayed in contact, especially since when Garrett was 14, he had built his own computer. I'm serious, he asked me to help him, that he wanted to do this more than anything, so I helped him. He spent all night during the summer building it and the next day, he showed me all of what it could do, it was amazing, I tell you, fast and he had dual monitors. You see...it's just after his father died, that I knew he would find something to occupy his time with, I am just relieved it's technology and not drugs or alcohol."

MY EYES

No, really, I've been tested. Haha! Oh sorry, what? Yes, um, it's Garrett, with two Ts and two Rs, shocker, right? It shouldn't be, that's how it's spelled and has been since I was born. Right, so I...well I'm awkward, let's put it that way. I've been told even my smiles are awkward, which I guess can be right, since I'm a bit clumsy and therefore when I break shit...can I swear? Either way, when I break...stuff, I usually give a little awkward smile and apologize for doing such a terrible deed. Fortunately now my friends have gotten so used to it, they need to "Garrett-proof" their places before I come over. Welcome to my life. -sighs- And yes, it's Clarke, with an 'e' if you didn't get that.

Arrogant? I'm just...well I went to MIT for two years, so whatever you want to say to that. I'm like my cousins, Owen and Dylan and Aidan, though I don't think I'm quite up to par with them, it seems to be a genetic thing. I'm pretty damn good with technology, name it, computers, phones, iPads, and Bluetooth and anything with it, Dylan called me Tony Stark one time, which I don't get, since I'm not only poor, but I also am horrible with women. Sorry buddy, I'm not going into my love life for one main reason, I don't have one. It's as simple as that, I've...oh Lord, well I've never had a girlfriend, not sure why, but think what you want. Sure I've never had one, but in all reality, I don't care what people think about me. Understand? I went to a wedding with a straw hat on one time because I had it on before I went and didn't feel like taking it off for most of the time, that is, till the bride stormed down from her table during the reception and ripped it off my head. -laughs-

I like laughing. It's a good medicine, and I make...some unfunny jokes I guess you can say. I do laugh at myself, since I can trip over a flat surface and end up breaking a thousand dollars worth of things with just one little thing around, it gets pretty bad sometimes. Right, as for laughing well, I mean....like...okay yeah, I'm the friend people call when they need something - it never fails. If they have a flat tire they call, or if they just broke up with their girlfriend then they call me because they know I'll be right there, and I tend to bring ice cream and video games with me. Haha. Girlfriends? Yeah, I say that because hell, bro, I can barely speak to women as it is, the worst part is one of my professors was a woman, and don't get me wrong, she was pretty and the instant I recognized that fact, I turned into a blubbering idiot with her around, it hurts man...it hurts.

So yeah, I guess I mean...I like...computers? I like them and...parties. Oh yeah, I'm a hard-core party-goer, but not the types of parties you think, the types of parties I go to, I stay up all night attempting to be my last high score. Seriously! As for the girls, sure, my buddies have girlfriends and I tend to be the odd man out, but...I'm all right with that. I don't mind it that much anymore, and since I transferred here because I couldn't afford MIT anymore, well...I did manage to make new friends, but I'm one-hundred percent positive not a single girl as looked my way since I got here. I mean yeah, I'm 6'3", that sucks, I have thick, annoying brown hair, that sucks, and I'm clumsy, that sucks. If you want to know more, buddy, then get in line, I don't like to share about myself, okay? I don't think I'm all the interesting, how about I ask you about yourself, hm? What you like, and everything, I just...I feel like you're about to reach out and probe me man....it's...weird.

Right, so besides my ridiculous height...thanks absent father...I like....besides computers, I like math, and drawing. Not drawing like scenery, that shit's boring, I'm talking like..and yes this is my nerd side coming out, like video games and just...characters and people. I like people, they're so hard to draw to begin with, it makes it all the more fun. I rarely use computers to draw something, I mean I can, but I like to climb onto my roof and draw who-ever I see passing by, get their face in my head and draw them, it's quite fun actually, and lets me get some sun instead of hiding inside a lot. -chuckles-

You see, this house used to be my grandma's, she left it to me in her will, and therefore, it's mine, and fortunately paid off, so all I have to do is pay rent to my uncle (my dad's brother, yeah..I know), once every other month, not bad, right? Plus he fixes anything that may go wrong, since I'm horrible at fixing things like plumbing, lights I can obviously change, but if anything else is wrong, I usually call him. My mom, she still lives in New York, she actually came by just last month for a weekend and stayed with me, giving me the whole I need to find a roommate or a girlfriend speech again. I honestly don't see why, you know? I'm happy, and busy! Plus I mean, I have Charlie, he's my dog, I love him, him and his litter mate, Luna, they're pretty good together, so I adopted them, yep, I did adopt them. They're both around 8 months now, so fortunately potty-trained, but I still put them in crates because I don't trust them with my furniture. Hahaha.

Don't bother asking me about my father, he was around for a good decade of my life, before he died. You see, I don't get it, he left one morning when I was 11, we went through our whole little good-bye thing before I went to school and he went to work, and when I got home that night after soccer practice, there were cops in front of my house, and my mom was inside, crying. There had been a shooting where my dad worked, and he had been shot saving another few people from being shot. So he died a hero, but even though the city recognized our pain in Buffalo, I was still without a father, and I got angry. I pursued my anger into sports, becoming a bit of a jock my middle school years, till I calmed down, and embraced technology, building my own computer, which I still have today, when I was 14. A few weeks after I built my computer, I was literally just minding my own business out hiking with my mom, before I went into a cave, and fell down, my mom waiting outside for me. Needless to say, I fell down and got so freaked out, I couldn't find my way back out, it was then I soon found myself - without clothes on, heading towards the exit, but it felt...different, like I was dreaming. It was when I exited and shouted for my mom, who saw me, freaked. I didn't know what was going on, and when I attempted to ask her what was happening, and wishing I could wake up, she kicked me, that hurt!

So I naturally bolted back inside the cave, as she kept yelling for me, "Garrett!" I didn't get it, why did she do that? Course I suddenly noticed I...I wasn't me, I was something else. I had red fur. It was weird, but when I had calmed down from falling, I had...lost that fur, the senses, and ended up butt naked in the darkness, my clothes somewhere near where I had fallen. So I dressed myself and managed to stumble out of the cave, with a bruise forming where my mom had kicked my shoulder. Outraged, I asked why she had kicked me and boy...I will never forget her face when I asked her that and showed her the bruise. Turns out, my mom was something called a shapeshifter, she could turn into an owl, and my dad had been a shifter and a...werewolf hybrid. So in all reality, they had been waiting for me to shift for my first time before they told me about my family and the supernatural world. I did research, staying up all night and I found out about everything. The weres, the fallen angels, guardians, and these humans called....hunters. Needless to say, unlike my mom who embraced being a shifter...I didn't.

I know, my entire family is supernatural, and I am too, but...I hate it. All these species out there, the firetamers, the immortals, the witches, and I'm a shapeshifter. Sure, I can move fast and have some pretty good strength and agility, but honestly? My ass would be handed to me on a silver platter if I went up against one of those other species. I'm a weak species, and I hate it. I hate the thought of being picked on....again. I've always been so weak, and I hate that! I refuse to shift, in fact I only shift when it becomes such a terrible itch to ignore, I shift only long enough to let it go away. So you see, I hate what I am, I ignore it, as far as everyone else is concerned, I'm a human. Humans are weak, don't get me wrong I can take a hit better than any old human, but I guess that could be why I can be labeled as a dark sider, because I think humans are weak, and that they should keep their noses out of the supernatural world and its business, you know? Maybe it's just me, but that seems fair, doesn't it? Just everyone mind their own business?

Sorry, I'm ranting...where was I? Right, my shifting. I'm a fox, if you couldn't figure that out, but yeah, I'm sly like one. -teases- Keep an eye on me. -laughs- Anyway, but yeah, I graduated high school, since I'm a younger student, so I was 17 when I did, and I got into MIT with a full-ride for two years. I took it. I loved MIT and I thrived there with the opportunities and everything. Course just recently before I moved here, I spent a year in London, UK. Oh yes, still hear that accent? Yeah, it's still there, just...duller, but still there, thank god. Haha. So yeah, I spent a year abroad and now I'm back, attending the private university here with help from my grandma, rest her soul. Honestly, I don't know what I'm gonna do, good question. I guess survive through my last two years of college, and keep my sorry ass out of trouble, you know?
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