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  • [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px solid transparent; width: 400px; height: px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10px; cursor: url("http://cur.cursors-4u.net/food/foo-1/foo60.cur"), auto; ]main characters are Grayson and AC.


    Grayson is a chubby, grunge, 'don't give a fuck' kind of dude. He doesn't care about people's feelings, he's a lone wolf, and he has no friends whatsoever. He doesn't even realize, but he is deeply insecure about his weight and body image. So much to the point that he developes eating disorders.


    IN the beginning of the book, a rumor goes around that something was written on a bathroom stall that Avery likes Grayson. Curious on who would ever like him, Grayson searches for anyone called Avery, until he finds a girl named Avery. He assumes this is the girl, until she assures him that she could never break into a boy's bathroom, and she had never even seen Grayson before in her life. AC (her nickname), however, is very friendly, and helps Grayson find someone named Avery to see who liked Grayson.


    All the while, AC is facing problems of her own. She as a crush on a boy named Lincoln. She talks to him over chat rooms and texting, but is incredibly awkward in front of him. As she tries to talk to him more and mroe, she finds himself obsessing over him and doing anything to get his attention. Soon she slips away from Grayson, all while he's at his worse with his eating disorder(WIP?????)


    The other Avery is a gay boy, scrawnt and shy and quiet. He's very nervous around anyone, including his parents. When he saw Grayson, he instantly fell in love. He didn't want to confess his love face to face, so he had rather just wrote it on the bathroom stall.

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    Basics:


    Character’s Name (first, middle, last)


    Character’s Nickname(s)


    Name pronunciation


    Origin of name


    Age
    Ethnicity
    Sex/Gender
    Sexual orientation
    Hair color
    Eye color
    Height
    Weight
    Scars
    Tattoos
    Birthmarks
    Piercings
    Right/left handed/ambidextrous
    Glasses/contacts
    Apparel:

    Clothing preferences
    Accessories
    Style
    Trinkets
    Favorite possession
    Equipment
    Grooming habits
    Family and Relationships:


    Parents
    Siblings
    Grandparents
    Marital Status
    Significant Other
    Children
    Pets
    Friends
    Enemies
    Close relatives
    Non-close relatives
    Ancestors
    Religion:


    The religion they follow (if any)
    Beliefs
    Superstitions
    Virtues
    Location:


    Country of Birth
    Place of Birth (State, city, etc)
    First Language
    Cultures
    Traditions
    Schooling:


    Highest Education
    Degrees
    Home-schooled/public school/private school
    Favorite subject
    Favorite teacher
    Least favorite subject
    Least favorite teacher
    Average grade
    Study habits
    Special education
    Graduating year
    Work:


    Occupation
    Salary
    Employment history
    Work space
    Mode of Transportation
    Total income
    Boss
    Hours
    Experience
    Co-worker relationships
    Rank
    Work ethic
    Home:


    Rent or Own
    House, apartment, etc
    Mode of transportation
    Living space
    Address
    Hometown
    Inner Workings Of Your Character:


    Secrets
    Fears
    Worries
    Eating Habits
    Food preferences
    Sleep preferences
    Work preferences
    Book preferences
    Music preferences
    Introverted/extroverted
    Optimist/pessimist
    Hobbies
    Pet peeves
    Prejudices
    Proud of
    Biggest vulnerability
    Embarrassed by
    Worst memory
    Best memory
    Earliest memory
    Fondest memory
    Skilled at
    Unskilled at
    Attitude
    Obsessions
    Stresses
    Addictions
    Handicaps (physical)
    Handicaps (emotional/psychological)
    Allergies
    Medical history
    IQ
    Temperament
    Attitude
    Perception and outlook on life
    Desires
    Regrets
    Soft spots
    Habits:


    Verbal quirks
    Physical quirks
    Gestures
    Work habits
    Sleeping habits
    Annoying habits
    Irrational habits
    Eating habits
    Healthy habits
    Unhealthy habits
    Mannerisms
    Drinking habits
    Vices
    Objects Kept In - And Why:


    Their closet
    Their bedroom
    Their purse/bag
    Their fridge
    Their car
    Their desk
    Their pockets
    Their junk drawer
    Their glove compartment
    Their backpack
    Their locker
    Their car trunk
    Their wallet
    Their suitcase
    Favorites:


    Favorite book
    Favorite movie
    Favorite hobby
    Favorite animal
    Favorite color
    Favorite season
    Favorite food
    Favorite drink
    Favorite time of day
    Favorite song
    Favorite music genre
    Favorite memory
    Favorite band
    Favorite words
    Favorite subject
    Favorite number
    Favorite TV-show
    Favorite place
    Least Favorite:


    Least favorite book
    Least favorite movie
    Least favorite hobby
    Least favorite animal
    Least favorite color
    Least favorite season
    Least favorite food
    Least favorite drink
    Least favorite time of day
    Least favorite song
    Least favorite music genre
    Least favorite memory
    Least favorite band
    Least favorite words
    Least favorite subject
    Least favorite number
    Least favorite TV-show
    Least favorite place
    Other:


    Talents
    Political preference
    Strengths
    Flaws
    Prized possessions
    Special/favorite memories
    Time and date of birth
    What they love
    What they hate
    Social class
    Sports/clubs
    Blood type
    Posture
    Speech impediments
    Spending habits

  • [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 1px solid transparent; width: 400px; height: px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; font-size: 10px; cursor: url("http://cur.cursors-4u.net/food/foo-1/foo60.cur"), auto; ]Locked in a bathroom, small and confined. Shower running, but no one in it. The screaming of a coarse voice, the cries of a lost being. Feeling alone and yet countless of texts. No one to talk to, no one to run to anymore.


    I couldn't tell if the sweat beading down my neck was because of the temperature of the steamy bathroom or simply the anxiety that riddled my bones. Water vapor filling up the air, steamy fog clouded my vision in a way that was dream-like. My reflection wasn't even visible, I was merely a blob of dull colors in this glass wall. And I had found that to be a living representation for my actual life. A monochrome being, a normal body hiding such wretched thoughts. My smile said 'i'm fine' but my eyes, bloodshot and burning, whispered 'help'. And no one was to tell except me. I prefered it that way anyways.


    Or did I? Of course I didn't. I wanted people to see I was hurting, but how could I convey my deepest and truest colors without scaring them away? How was I to tell someone I had sliced into my porcelain skin with a rusty knife without turning them away from me? Friends, family, strangers, would they care? I am a speck on a worldly painting covered in beautiful strokes of color. I was a black dot, forgotten and unloved, meaningless to the overall picture in everyone's vivid lives.


    I sighed. Thinking was becoming more and more hard, my mind was becoming cloudy and harsh. My body was hurting, I was becoming sick. My hands were shaking, holding two objects I found equally painful. My right grasping onto a stained knife, fresh blood from my own skin covering it. While my life was tightly holding onto a phone with 20 missed messages from loved ones. How did I get here? ten minutes ago I was just in the car, how did I end up crying in the bathroom again? And more importantly, how was I going to get out?


    My phone had rung again, the messages were piling up and if I kept ignoring them I would just feel worse.