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Post by Rowan Thorson on Dec 12, 2010 23:04:35 GMT -5
For Miami there was a strange chill in the air, even with the bonfire but nobody else seemed to care. The section of the beach had been cornered off by Miami High’s senior party planning committee in order to raise money, or because they reached their goal. Rowan wasn’t sure for the reasoning behind the party but neither were the majority of the guests. People were dancing, drinking, and smoking cigarettes in addition to other less legal substances. But he was bored. He sat uncomfortably, his arm draped over Clara Stevenson’s shoulder as she rested her head on his chest.
His eyes were fixed upon the impromptu bonfire that had been constructed by the basketball team. He was fascinated by its design, constructed with boxes, palm leafs, and bark smashed crates and a chair. The lingering sweet smell of gasoline was a hint at how the fire had started, Rowan was astonished it had been burning for so long, the casual addition of other flammable materials was keeping it bright. He sipped at his beer as Clara looked up to him. ”Do you want to dance Ro?”[/color] she asked in her afflicted childish voice.
”Yeah.”[/color] he said looking down at her, she was pretty for sure. He had spent much of the night making out with her but he was bored now. ”Just not with you.”[/color] he said heartlessly as she got up and stormed off. Maybe he was mean but he had drunk half a dozen beers and was feeling more honest than usual. He clambered to his feet, struggling to find his footing as he attempted to walk in the sand. He smiled as he passed some of his peers as he walked to the keg. He poured himself a cup of beer before walking down to the shore.
The cool breeze intensified on the waterfront. he kicked off his shoes and wondered if maybe he should be wearing more than some dark brown board shorts and a pink polo shirt. He looked the epitome of a preppy kid, his shirt even carried the Ralf Lauren logo on its breast. He took a few steps into the water letting it wash over his bare feet as he took a few more sips of his beer, he felt like he was miles away from the commotion of the party that raged on a few feet behind him.[/size]
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Post by noah on Dec 12, 2010 23:35:02 GMT -5
 Noah walked along the beach quietly with his backpack, he had heard from his aunt that there was going to be a beach party this evening by the same students that went to the same school as him, It was his aunt who had forced noah to attend this beach party in hopes of making some friends. the teenager frowned as he spotted the group of students, he could see some guys who was well known from the football & basketball team. along with the popular girls the boy frowned and bit his lip nervously. He watched as a few of the regular guys who picked on him spotted him, the teenager gulped and continued walking. he pulled he looked around and spotted a hooded jacket on the log near the fire and slipped it on him and sat there, he was quiet as he heard the footsteps " hey where's the new kid," the ring leader asked, the other guy gave a shrug " who knows, what kind of freak is named lestrange anyway, ten bucks says he is a queer." the second guy spoke. After a few moments the jocks left and Noah sighed, he removed the jacket and placed it to the side and opened his bag to pull out his black notebook. The notebook contained Noah's poems and short stories, the teenager let his hand travel over the cover of the book, the words of the jocks disturbed him, [ I am not gay....am I?, well I have never had a girlfriend before....I never even thought about kissing a girl before or touching them....is that normal?] he wondered quietly. Noah opened his black notebook and pulled out a pen and began to write the first thing that came to his mind. Ren, Hope & Despair
The story of a child who did not ask for birth, but was born anyway. A child that was raised by selfish & self centered adults, whose own siblings shunned him, an outcast. Ren never had anyone throughout his life he was alone and shunned, in order to survive Ren made his heart harder, colder and stronger. Ren stood in the shadows cold and alone always wanting the things he could never have.
Throughout the years of watching in the shadows Ren's heart became frozen in ice, he had forgotten what it was to have emotions...to feel, although he smiled and appeared to be happy it was nothing, but an empty and shallow act. No one saw Ren or the pain he felt, the lifelessness in his eyes, no one saw anything.
One day Ren found a friend a fellow student named Hope. the two had hit things off splendidly, they bonded and although Ren had Hope his heart remained un-melted, The two boys became close and for the first time Ren had someone to speak to, someone who cared about him. The friendship between the two eventually blossomed into something much more. One day Hope confessed his love for Ren. Ren had found him self shocked and confessed to Hope, that he did not love him, and before he could explain Hope ran away.
The next day Ren arrived to a school full of gossip, it was there he learned Hope had committed suicide by drowning himself in a lake. Hearing the news Ren wept in despair, his only friend, the only person who valued his existence had departed for the other side, death by broken heart.
Ren attended Hope's funeral to discover only Hope's parents were there, and that was only for a few minutes. Ren realized that Hope was like him in many ways, alone and unloved and just when he thought he had found love. His love rejected him. Ren despaired and wept endlessly, no one could understand his pain. One day the pain became too much.
Ren borrowed one of his mother's kitchen knifes and walked to town where he purchased six roses. Ren went to the lake and pulled out the rose petals and held them in his hand, as the wind blew from behind him Ren opened his fist and watched the petals leave his hand and float with the wind until they eventually fell onto the water. Ren bent over and picked up the kitchen knife he borrowed from his mother's kitchen. "I am sorry Hope, if I was capable of love.... I would have picked you, you saved me, you gave me so much, now it's my turn I want to be with you forever, you died because I broke you're heart, let me break mine... so we can be together" Ren had spoken out hoping beyond all reason and logic that Hope could hear him. Closing his eyes Ren placed the knife over his heart, he felt the cold breeze of the wind blow against him and with one swift thrust agony was felt, within moments blood came from Ren's lips as he drifted forward off balance and fell into the lake.
With one mighty effort Ren pulled out the knife from his chest and watched as the blood poured from his body and he sank to the bottom of the lake, as Ren sank to the bottom of the lake he watched his blood pollute the lake and after closing his eyes, Ren heard something a soft and gentle laughter when he opened his eyes, his vision was blurry everything was dark with the exception of a hand reaching out for him.
Seeing the hand had given Ren hope and with everything he had left he dropped the knife and reached out for that hand, reached out on that chance to be reunited with the only person in the world who knew and understood the real Ren. This is the story of a child who did not ask for birth, who was alone, but was given salvation by a glimmer of hope, and once hope was lost he despaired he was consumed by eternal darkness.
Written by Noah Lestrange The teenager read over his story, shocked he felt like he could identify with ren it was strange. The boy closed his book and looked around as a football landed at his feet sending some of the sand up on him. frowned he looked around Noah looked to see one of the basketball guys passing a keg & eventually noah sawthe football belonged to some of the jocks from the football team who were nice enough to leave him alone. Noah placed his book down next to his bag and picked up the football. he threw it at the jock and watched as the jock catched it and staggered back from the throw, Noah smiled he used to play football, but did not like the sport much " HEY ITS STRANGE GET HIM." Noah looked around to see the three jocks from behind him "eep" he spoke out and he began to run leaving his notebook and bag behind, the boy ran from the bonfire and along the beach fast leaving the jocks behind. |
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Post by Rowan Thorson on Dec 13, 2010 8:01:49 GMT -5
Rowan looked down at his feet, the water washed over them. He drank half of his cup before pouring the rest of the contents into the ocean water. He carelessly discarded the red plastic cup behind him as he turned to walk back to the party. He grabbed his shoes and looked up to see Noah being chased by a trio of jocks. Noah ran quickly, so fast that he was making quite a sandstorm in his wake. Rowan stepped forward as Noah passed him. The Jocks drew near but Rowan stood his ground. He was popular and athletic but he certainly wasn’t a jock.
”Donnie, what do you think you’re doing?” he asked, he stood up tall and firmly slapped his hand onto Donnie’s chest stopping him from progressing any further. “We just wanted to show Strange how happy we are to have him here.” he said with a smirk as his two cronies laughed ominously. Donne had been the Football team’s tackle for two seasons now. He was over 6’3 and looked as if he had been using steroids from the age of eight. It was surely Dutch courage that led Rowan to defend the new kid.
”Look, it’s a party. Live and let live.”[/color] Rowan said taking his hand from Donnie’s chest and crossing his arms. “don’t be a jackass. I bet Paige wouldn’t be happy to hear that her personal MVP was causing trouble for her BFF.”[/color] he knew Paige had little to no interest in Donnie yet it always a great card to play in situations like this. He stood strong as Donnie and his friends turned and walked back to the bonfire. Rowan felt a weight lifted from his shoulders. For a moment he thought both he and Noah would be the recipients of an ass kicking.
”You ok Strange?” Rowan asked as he turned to the new kid. ”Don’t worry about them, they’ll get bored eventually. Whenever the next new kid shows up.” he says trying to reassure Noah as best he could. “I’m Rowan by the way.” he said with a smile, extending his hand to shake Noah’s.[/size]
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Post by noah on Dec 13, 2010 8:27:04 GMT -5
Noah ran as fast as he could, not caring if he left a sandstorm behind him, he took a glance back and saw a guy step in front to block the jocks path, he could hear him speak asking the jock what he was doing. Noah was suprised that the jock had a name, he thought of the jocks as walking, talking wedgie dispenses from hell. The teenager watched as the attractive guy stood firmly and slapped his hand onto donnie's chest. Noah heard the jock's reply and panted for air as he prepared himself for the posability that he would have to start running again. [At least the odds are in my favor, he has upper body strength from football and working out, he has the strength to kick my ass, but not the speed to catch me....when you spend most of your life avoiding ass kickings and running away, you tend to become a lot faster and have more strength in your legs.]Noah thought to himself. he watched and waited seeing the response of going.
It seemed the hero of the moment had some sort og magical power over the brainless jock the jock and his friends turned away to walk towards the bon fire.
Noah looked at Rowan as he asked if he alwas alright. The teenager frowned [It's Lestrange....there is an LE in front of it, it's not even silent, you would think after...bah forget it.] he thought to himself finding it all too much strain to rant off in his own head. The teenager nodded his head "I am fine thanks." noah answered quietly his voice was soft spoken. He listened as Rowan explained that in given time new kids could arive and he would be safe [Yeah until then its swirlys and risk of patriotic wedgies so exciting.] He thought to himself. Noah smiled shyly, he heard the stranger introduce himself as Rowan. Noah took his hand and shaked it "I am Noah, Lestrange....Thank you for helping me out with those ...sportsmen" he spoke quietly with a friendly smile. Noah let go of the hand and looked at Rowan
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Post by Rowan Thorson on Dec 13, 2010 13:11:03 GMT -5
Noah spoke in hushed tones which caused an inebriated Rowan to step closer in order to hear the boy’s words. ”The ‘sportsmen’ aren’t bad guys. Just corrupted by the power of a high school jersey,” he justified as Noah let go of his hand. ”This is their peak, but for the rest of us this is the pit, We get out of it eventually and they descend into it. he summarised with assurance to Noah. He had never been bullied but he knew he wasn’t himself and the real him would probably be bullied, so he could understand the sentiment.
He caught Noah staring at him and it crossed his mind if the rumours were true, maybe he was gay. He was handsome, his shyness was a major turn on for the always confident Rowan. He stared back looking into his eyes for a few second too long before finally talking. ”I could walk you to your car maybe. Just to protect you from them.” he said with a slight smile nodding in the direction of the three thuggish jocks. He had no idea what he was doing flirting with the new kid who was possibly straight. “I need to go back to the fire and pick up my bag.”[/color] he said as he began walking towards the bonfire once more. His footing was far more stable now, maybe the rush of the near fight had sobered him up a little.
He could see that Clara was crying amongst some of her friends but he didn’t feel guilty. He walked to where he had planted his bag and picked it up and slung it across his shoulder. ”So what’s your story? Why did you come to Miami?” he asked curiously as he waited for Noah to gather his things he noticed that some people were looking at the two of them talking as if it was a crime. Some laughed while others looked clearly mortified, he was happy Paige hadn’t noticed.
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Post by noah on Dec 13, 2010 21:33:49 GMT -5
Noah watched nervously as Rowan stepped closer to him, he listened to Rowan's Explanation, he did not know what to say for that."still what they do is unacceptable, they are only continuing the cycle of hate...the cycle of violence will only continue unless a stand is taken." the teenager spoke out just loud enough for Rowan to hear.The boy looked at Rowan their eyes met and he found it to be an awkward situation that he was in.
Noah wondered if Rowan really was different from the other popular kid's he was quiet quiet and just as he was about to suggest them going back to the bonfire when he heard Rowan "I only live two streets from here, but I can't go home yet...My aunt has gone out tonight, so she has the keys." he spoke shyly.
The teenager looked at the three jocks nervously, "maybe..an escort away from the jocks would be a good idea." he spoke nervously. The teenager was too naive to realize that Rowan was flirting, he smiled back shyly looking at the guy, he thought Rowan was a handsome young man whom must have been courting many of the popular girls.
Noah realized that he forgot his own bag, the boy went to the bonfire and picked up his bag not realizing his black notebook was on the ground. The boy walked back to the spot and saw Rowan come back, he looked as the people watched him with interest and horror. Noah walked slowly at walking pace, not comfortable with them watching. "I am from North Salem, New York city, I moved in with my aunt after I had a disagreement with my father." he spoke glistening it up. the truth was his father assaulted him in a rage, but he wasn't going to and tell anyone that.
He did not want people to know about his father. "So my father agreed it would be best if i came to Miami and get to know my Aunt...which is fine, because I love the beach...I spend all my time here." he spoke softly as he walked casually.
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