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Felix Mary Greyson;;

[color=black][font=times new roman]"Mary!" I heard my step little brother say as he bounced on my bed, causing my whole bottom to move up and down as he did. "Come on get up!" Leo said as he kept bouncing. Ugh, I just wanted to send him flying across the room but if I did anything that he didn't like his father would jump my ass for it. Ugh, why did mother have to marry someone else than father? I actually liked my father. He was amazing, he got me what I wanted, didn't care what I did to my hair, what I did to my body, he was the best. But mother didn't like him so she left him for this asshole. "Mary, let's move!" John's voice suddenly boomed through out my room.
"I'm up, go fuck off!" I yelled, turning over and covering my face with my blanket. "Excuse me?" John said, it hasn't even been ten minutes and he's already mad. Perfect. "You heard me." I muttered, sitting up with my red hair falling behind me. My blue eyes fluttered a bit as they adjusted to the brightness of the sun that came into my room from the window. John seemed really pissed, but whatever. I don't care. He stormed over to me, ready to yell or something but he just stared at me with an evil look. I just let out a sigh and looked over at him with a slight smirk, "What's the matter Johnny? Cat got your tongue?" I questioned with a laugh. John said nothing, just grabbed Leo's arm and jerked him off my bed then stormed out my room. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, "Door!" I yelled as I slipped off my bed. But he didn't come back. I smirked to myself and walked over to my door, I slammed it shut then walked over to my dress. "What to wear..." I said talking to myself. What? Sometimes I need an expert's help. Shrugging, I grabbed a pair of bright red skinny jeans, a white shirt with a few black spots on it that made a panda. With a quick glance at my door, I changed quickly. Leo's famous for walking in on me as I change. Once I was dressed, I slipped on a pair of black vans then walked out of my room and went to the bathroom.
When I was in the bathroom, I straightened my hair, brushed my teeth, did my make up then took a second glance at myself. For a moment I was hoping to see someone different, eh I like who I am. I need to stop trying to change who I am, the only thing that needs to change in my life if John. I can handle Leo and my mother, but John he's seriously got to go. I'm always getting in trouble because John makes up lies and my mother believes him over me, I find it messed up but I don't try and fight with them. I gets me no where. Shrugging, I went back to my room grabbed my phone, slipped on a bright red hoodie, then grabbed my book that made a jingle noise from all the little pins and bead chains I had on there, what? I like things.
Exiting my room, I hurried down the steps then walked to the door to leave the house. "Mary aren't you going to eat?" My mother asked. "It's Felix, not Mary! And no, he's in there!" I called then walked out the house without letting my mother get another word in. Do I walk to school? Yes. Why? Because it's not that far and I don't feel like taking my car. What's the point?
Finally reaching school, I step inside and nearly get ran over by a six foot giant. But I know that six foot giant. "Hey Mark!" I smiled as I looked up at him. "Hey shorty!" He laughed and ruffled my hair a bit. I shook my head and waved bye as I headed to my locker, when I was at my locker I opened it up then put my stuff inside but grabbed what I needed for English, since it was my first period. Just as I shut my locker, Tiffany my closes friend here came up to me with wide eyes. "Have you seen the new kid?" She questioned. "No, why?" I asked as I started walking towards my class. "She's a total freak! I'm not even joking." Tiffany said, god this is what I call my closes friend? I really need better friends. "Oh shut up Tiffany, you think everybody is a total freak." I said mocking her slightly. With that, I stepped into the classroom and the first thing I seen was a girl wearing nothing but black. I blinked my blue eyes a bit as I stared at her, was that the new kid? Why is she wearing so much black? Glancing around the room, my eyes laid upon a girl of females. They were looking at the girl and laughing, stupid people these days. Like seriously, leave the girl alone. Shaking my head, I walked over to the seat beside the new girl and shot the group of girls a glare. They fell silent but only for a few minutes. Setting my stuff down on the desk, I looked down at the girl. I just stood there trying to figure out how to talk to her. Chewing my bottom lip, I finally shrugged it off and tapped her shoulder. "Mind if I seat here?" I questioned with a smile on my face and my red hair falling slightly over my left eyes. Damn hair. I hate it at times, but then again I love it because it's so different from most. Speaking of hair, seems the new girl likes to color her hair as well. Her air looks like a mixture of a dark blue and purple, it's neat. I like it.

[[ low muse. sorry. ;_; ]]

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Felix Mary Greyson;;

[color=black][font=times new roman]This girl - she remained me so much of myself. Of course a few years back, now I'm fixed. Kind of. With John being in the family, I've started thinking about going back but I can't put my mother through that pain again. I refuse too. For months, my mother cried herself to sleep because she was worried about me. I didn't speak to her, I hardly looked at her, we just weren't all that close and we still aren't but we're making slight progress I guess.

But with a nod and a smile on my face, I went to sit down but those girls were driving me nuts. God, they needed to shut up. "Alright that's about enough!" I snapped, looking over at the girls. "You don't like her? Cool! Go fuck yourself and get over it okay? God, just shut up already! Not everybody likes you know? You may be little barbies, but that's why you're hated so much! Not everyone can look or be like you, so get over it and shut the hell up!" I yelled with my eyes filled with anger and my voice well it was pretty loud I had just about everyone looking at me but I heard a few others saying "Go Girl!" , "You tell her!" and stupid little things like that. Some of the students wanted us to fight, but I wasn't fighting them. It'd be pointless.

The girls seemed pretty quiet all of sudden and I couldn't help but smirk, they were so easy to scare. "Thank you." I smiled then sat down in my seat next to the new girl. "Damn..." I whispered to myself as I played with my hair making sure it didn't look like a total mess. As I sat there, I listened for the girls to start talking about the new girl but they didn't. They were silent for a whole two minutes but then started talking about guys and how the guys kept talking to them and everything else. Ugh. Stupid girls. They just don't get the fact that guys only talk to them to get into their pants then leave them. I'm pretty sure it's happened to each girl there at least twice.

With a nod to myself, I looked back at the new girl. She looked so depressed, and she seemed to have social... social anxiety I believe is what it's called. I wasn't that bad, I just never spoke and had major depression problems. I was on like three different types of drugs a few years ago. Don't ask why because I won't tell you. Anyways, as I stared at the new girl I noticed her look. She wore nothing but black, seemed to be really quiet but she seemed pretty cool. To me that is. Most the girls here hate her already because she's so different with her style. I like it.

I hope she realizes that I'm not here to talk to her because someone dared me but I'm here talking to her because well I felt like it, and I wasn't about to sit besides Dylan - the star QB. I hate him but he seems to always talk to me for whatever reason. Many girls get mad when he does, I find it funny but I also find it annoying. Men, are just too much work. They're so confusing and hard headed, I don't have time to waste of them. Glad, I'm not straight. What? You honestly thought I was straight? Ha! Funny. But get real, I'm bisexual but I date girls mainly. They're easier to date, we get alone better and I understand how to deal with them. Men they're just a big pain in the ass.

"So what's your name?" I suddenly asked the girl, pulling my gaze down to my lap for a moment then looking back up at her. Just as I asked the question, I heard footsteps stop behind me. Please don't tell me that's Dylan. "Hey Red," I heard. Yup, it's Dylan. Sure the boy is cute and all but he's a player, I don't do players. I don't need all that pain for nothing, it's just dumb. Really dumb. I pulled my gaze from the new girl and looked at Dylan as he sat down on my desk, on top of my stuff. Ugh, he just needs to go away. "What do you want?" I questioned with a glare. "You." He smirked. I rolled my eyes and shoved him off my desk, causing him to go smack down into the ground but when I pushed him the sleeves to my red hoodie went up and let my scars be seen. I had tattoos on my arm as well, but the tattoo artist managed to stop right where my scars were. I hated it, I was hoping for him to cover them. When he hit the floor, the group of girls I yelled at, freaked out and ran over to help him. I just shook my head and looked back over at the new girl, as my hands fell down into my lap. Of course out of habit, I looked down at my arms and seen my sleeves were up so I quickly pulled them down and returned my gaze back to the girl with a smile hoping she'd start talking to me. I really wanted to get to know her, but it's hard to get to know someone if they don't speak to you. But I asked her name, hopefully she'll respond and hopefully without an attitude. I'm not in the mood for someone who's just gonna be rude.

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Mary Lee Morris;;

"Jason hurry up! We're gonna be late!" I screamed up at the steps at my brother. I love how he waits to do everything at the last moment, it's just really annoys me. "Jason!" I screamed. "Alright, Alright. I'm coming." I finally heard the male respond back. "Took you long enough." I muttered as he came down to the steps with his stuff. Mine was already down here and at the door. "Sorry." Jason smiled at me as he ruffled my hair then walked past. I let out a grunt and fixed my hair with a sigh. I really wasn't all that thrilled about going to London but Jason was. He just wants to go for the females, I know how he is. Shaking my head, I seen my mother come running down the steps. "Let's go." She said. I nodded and picked up my stuff then headed out the door, Jason just a few steps in front of me.

Reaching the car, I shoved Jason's stuff plus mine in the trunk of the vehicle. I shut the trunk then raced the passenger side, with that I climbed into the vehicle and shut the door. "Where are we all meeting at again?" My mother questioned as she started driving. "Some warehouse about 30 minutes from here." I answered with a shrug. "Address?" My mother asked. "Uh, 34 Jamie Ridge Road." I answered. "I think I know where that is." My mother said with a nod to herself as she kept driving. "Jason what are you doing?" My mother suddenly asked. "Nothing." Jason answered but there was a thud moments later. He was playing with something, I just don't know what. Honestly, I don't want to know.

Finally we found the warehouse we were suppose to come too, from my understanding we're having a two limos come pick us up. I hope I get a limo pretty much to myself, I'm not all that great with crowds of people. People always judge me for whatever reason. But I don't care. Jumping out the car, I let out a sigh and walked to back of the vehicle. "Pop the trunk!" I called and my mother did just that. Of course I nearly got knocked out as she did. Reaching into the trunk, Jason came running back with a grin on his face. "What Jason?" I asked. "Nothing, I just can't wait to see all those pretty girls." He laughed. I grabbed his stuff and faced him with a glare on my face, "I really hate you. I really do." I said and shoved his stuff into him. "Aw, I love you too Sissy." He grinned at me then walked away. "Mary, I know you don't want to go but this should be good for you. You'll meet new people, gain new friends maybe even find a lover." My mother said coming up behind me. I jumped a bit and reached inside of the car with my gaze on my mother, of course I was completely missing my stuff. My hand suddenly had a sharp pain go through it and I of course, started cussing like there was no tomorrow. "Ow! Damn that hurt!" I yelled as I pulled my hand close to me. There was blood and it wasn't a pretty site. It was a small amount either. "You must have cut your hand on that blade back there." My mother said with a slight worried voice. I rolled my eyes and kept pressure on my hand. "What blade?" I asked. "I don't know, I forgot the name. Let me get something for you to wrap your hand with." Mother replied and rushed to the front of the vehicle.

Moments later my mother returned with a few bandages then some weird wrap thing, she wasted no time with anything. She grabbed my hand, she wiped it off with the sleeve of her long sleeve shirt then placed the bandages on it quickly. With that, she wrapped my hand then kissed it. "There it should be better now." She smiled at me. "I'm not a child mother." I said with a slight smile as I started grabbing my stuff. "But I'm serious Mary, this will be good for you." Mother said. "Mom, I don't need friends. Besides, I don't get along with people all that well. They judge me and I get shoved to the side unlike Jason." I muttered, shutting the trunk. "Jason will be sure to make sure people talk to you, I've already talked to him about this." Mother replied as we walked to the front of the car. I just shook my head and set my stuff down. "I don't need his help, I don't need anybody's help. I don't see the point in going, I'm just going to get teased and shoved to the side." I muttered, crossing my arms as I waited for the limos to get here. "Don't down yourself like that, you just need to try and stop being so unwilling to let others in." My mother said. I rolled my eyes and stared off into space.

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Jason Mark Morris;;

[[i'll rp him in my next post. i don't have time at the moment.. ]]

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Mary Lee Jordan;;

I wish I could remember anything else besides my name, my loving for cars and a few other little details. It just bothers me. I have no idea, who my family is, where my from, what my past is like or anything. It really bothers me, I feel like a child who doesn't know anything or any better. Letting out a sigh, I leaned over into my car and turned a few knobs. "What are you up?" I heard a male voice question. "What does it look like?" I muttered with my gaze still glued to the car. "Mary what's the matter?" Dean questioned looking my head up forcing me to look at him. I jerked my head away and shook my head, "Touch me again and you'll regret it." I muttered coldly as I slammed the hood of my car down. "Mary, would you please chill and stop thinking about everything?" Dean asked. I shook my head and tossed the wrench onto a table that was nearby. "No." I responded with a glance over at him. "You just need to relax and stop thinking about that. Think about the damage we just caused." Dean smiled at me. "You've got to be kidding me..." I whispered to myself with a shake of my head as he started walking towards me. I placed my hands onto the cart with tools and pushed it towards him. "Keep your distance." I said, glancing up at him. "I'm not gonna hurt you Mary." He said catching the cart. I just shook my head and hopped into my Mustang then pulled out of the garage and started driving. I don't know where I'm going, I just need to get away from for the moment. I'll go back in about an hour or so, I just need some time to think.

Letting out a sigh as I drove, I started thinking again. I don't know why I can't stop thinking about who I am. I just wanna know I guess. Shaking my head, I made a sharp turn and went down a path that wasn't really a road but it'll lead me somewhere I'm sure. I'm not really all that worried about where I go, I just need some time to think. Although I don't have much to think about. I just wish I knew more about myself. Shaking my head, I cleared my mind for a brief moment then let it all sink in again. I need to stop thinking, the doctor said the memories might come back but it's most likely they won't which really sucks. I want to know who I am, but Dean won't tell me. And I don't have the slightest clue who my friends are. Ugh, I hate it not knowing who I am.

I had the urge to turn off this cliff beside me, but something kept me from doing so. I don't know what though. Something inside just told me not to do it, so I didn't. "I hate myself..." I muttered to myself. Of course who else am I talking too? My car? My shadow? My reflection? Maybe, I have talked to myself a few times today so I could be talking to myself. "Who are you Mary?" I questioned myself out loud. Don't ask what I'm doing because I have no idea. I just trying to see if there's anything that might bring back my memories but nothing worked. Slamming my hands down on the steering wheel, I let out a scream and shook my head. I'm mad, why? I really don't know. Probably from not being able to figure out who I am.

God, I wish I was dead. It'd be better than not knowing who I am. I don't even know where I'm from, I hardly know my own name. When people ask what my name is, I forget for a moment but then give them an answer. I don't know why I have such a hard time with answering people, I guess it's because I'm hoping someone around here. But the only people I actually know is Dean and his crew. But I don't know if I should trust them, but what other choice do I have? If it wasn't for him, I'd probably be on the streets and struggling to find food.

[[ low muse. sorry.

so i guess we'll start off with the police coming to Mary's best friend's house and talking about her... ]]

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Felix Mary Greyson;;

[color=black][font=times new roman]She seems rather surprised that was I talking too, but I guess that makes sense. After all, when you're the new kid you don't really expect anyone to talk to you. When someone does, it's like a total shock. But it's kind of different with her, she seems... Depressed...? Mad...?

Leda. It's pretty name, it suits her as well. "I'm Felix." I replied with a smile. I'm not sure if she spoke out of fear or if she actually wants to talk to me. I honestly think she thinks I'm going to tease her and what not. But I'm not going to do that, that's just rude besides I can relate what she's going through.

After I answered, I heard the bell ring a minute later. When the bell rang, a bunch of kids poured into the room and sat down. You think they would get quiet, but they only got really loud. But that's nothing anyone should be surprised by. At every high school, the kids only get louder instead of quieter. Besides, it's the middle of the year kids think it's time to fool around and be dumb. Oh wait, that's the kids all year around. Well most anyways.

Glancing around the room, I seen that pretty much everyone was staring at Leda. Is there something wrong with her? I don't think there is. She seems fine to me, but I am rather weird compared to most at this school. Might be way she's scared to talk too me, sure I have friends but I'm just the odd ball of the bunch. The one with tattoos, colored hair, weird style in fashion, and I seem to be the one with the oddest personality. Well it's not all that odd, just I'm a little weird at times but most of the times I'm rather rude expect to those I actually like. Leda seems likes she could be one of those people. But then again she does come off slightly snobby, but I guess I shouldn't be all that surprised by it.

She's probably use to having people tease her, bully her; everything. That was something I went through years back, but not anymore. I wonder if she can stand up for herself. From what I seen earlier, she just doesn't pay the people around her any attention. But everyone does at first. But if she doesn't start doing something soon, she'll become a pushover and the whole teasing thing will become a lot worse. I've seen it done. It happened to a friend of mine, that's why he's not here anymore. Was he my boyfriend? No. We had that brother and sister kind of thing, but we really weren't brother and sister. Just really close friends. Besides he was gay. It was the main reason he got teased, besides he dressed like I did. Different. Plus, he had that kind of emo look to him.

I lost him a year ago, how have I managed to keep my head high? Well I've learned from him, not to let things get to me. He should have listen to what he preaches, if he would have he'd still be here today. I miss him, but I'm not going to go back into a depressed state. The letter he left his family told me not too, of course that letter wasn't really for them it was for me. Of course there was like a paragraph for them to read but the rest was for me. He never did like his family, he was like never home. He pretty much lived with me.

Thinking about him caused me to smile, I know it seems weird for some person to start smiling for no reason but hey, they don't know what's going on in my head. If they did, they'd probably be scared. Even though I've always wondered what someone would do if they could hear my thoughts, they'd probably just call me weird and keep away but that's most people here. Well not most, I have a small little group that I hang out with of course, I didn't see them this morning because they're always late getting to school.

Snapping back to reality, I glanced over at Leda to see if she was still there. For some reason I thought she'd left, don't ask why because I don't know. I didn't forget she was there, it's just that she's so quiet she could walk away without anybody noticing.

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"tell a girl she's pretty she'll believe it for a moment.."

Felix felt rather stupid for not knowing where class was, but this is her first day here so it makes sense doesn't it? Glancing over at Gavin when he spoke, she nodded and let him lead the way but she thinks it should be her leading the way instead of him. Don't ask why she feels that, she just does. As she walked with Gavin, Felix's gaze floated around with a smile on her. This school is better than the one she was at but she still would rather be there than here. Why? Because it's her home, it's where she thinks she belongs. She had so many friends there, but here she doesn't have anyone. She's pretty sure Gavin wouldn't call her a "friend" even though she chased after him and stood up for him. But she understands, it can be hard to trust someone you barely know.

[font=times new roman][color=white]"but tell a girl she's ugly, she'll believe it for a lifetime..."