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[blesstheteensrp-blog]

I WANNA TREND WHEN I DIE 

Meet 17 y/o junior, Reid Miles. If you don’t see her with the Wordies or at one of the many clubs she’s in- the softball, soccer teams or Writers of the Future- she’s probably updating her anonymous social justice blog, walking her family dogs, or practicing her pitch technique. She’s the kind of girl who adores Damn Glorious shade lipstick from M.A.C., the taste of chapstick, skirts- but if you shove Axe cologne, bad pick up lines, or institutionalized oppression at her, you’re guaranteed she’s not going to speak to you ever again. People like to tell her she looks a lot like Caitlin Stasey, and we definitely have to agree. By the way, you can constantly catch her jamming out to Holograms by Leonard Friend

TW: VIOLENCE, HOMOPHOBIA

MAKE MY HOLOGRAM FOREVER 

Her little Alabama town can only be described in one word, and that is redneck. Everyone talked with a little twang, everyone drove a pick-up truck with a confederate flag on the back (which they claimed “ain’t racist”), and listened to Kenny Chesney. And Reid hated it. From the moment she entered into elementary school, she knew she was different. It wasn’t until later, when she found herself admiring the way girls’ glossed lips shined in the sun, that she realized why. And she couldn’t tell anyone. When she finally came to terms with her sexuality, a boy had been beaten within an inch of his life a week before for being openly gay. And though she didn’t join in with the chants of, “God hates fags!” upon the kid’s return to school, she couldn’t openly oppose it. And so she decided to start an anonymous blog. It was unspectacular at first. Maybe a dozen hits on her page, if she was lucky. But when she wrote a piece about being a lesbian in a small, small-minded town, it gained traction —- fast. She didn’t explicitly state a place, but, though ignorant, her classmates weren’t exactly stupid. Through some sleuthing, they figured the blog came from someone in the school. And soon, all of her blog posts were getting shared on social media, some praising her, and some criticizing, but she gained a following. It lasted for another few months before her classmates figured out it was her —- and by extension, her parents. And so when Reid started getting pushed into lockers and their house constantly egged, the Miles family decided to send her to live with her grandmother. (But please note, it wasn’t for their daughter’s sake, but more for their reputation.) And she found herself in Heffes. Reid’s been at Westwood for a year now, and though she enjoys it enough their, she’s still trained to downplay her sexuality to the point of non-existence.

NOW THIS IS SOMETHING I CAN BELIEVE IN

Generally, Reid is quiet. Not necessarily shy, she just feels no need to get herself involved in social situations that require her to be anything other than amicable. The nail that sticks out is the one that gets hammered down, and so she doesn’t mind standing in the sidelines. However, it’s on her blog that she really speaks her mind, the anonymity providing her with a certain confidence that was stripped from her back in Alabama. 

— — Reid is played by Pippa.

[wesleyhanson]

“No, I will not do your French homework for you…or Spanish…or Chinese..as for German, Ich bin nicht sehr gut?” That’s usually what people wanted from him when they walked up with a bunch of papers in their hand so he was making an assumption. 

[alabummcr-blog]

“Uh, gesundheit? No, sir, I ain’t here for HOMEWORK HELP, but some other help, actually. I’ve been noticin’ you’ve got a camera, and my grandmother ---- she has these four dogs, you see, who she loves more’n Ronald Reagan himself. And she’s been wantin’ ‘em photographed, so...”

[pretentiousfrench]

“Filming you? No, I was aiming the shot to the crowd of 10am drunks. Their alcohol induced joy is a goldmine.”

[alabummcr-blog]

“Oh, sorry. I’ll be gettin’ outta your ( S H O T ) then ----------”

[trav-ism]

“I’ve never had either. All about that vegetarianism, you feel?”

[alabummcr-blog]

“Ah, one o’them. For health stuff or because o’the animals?”

[alabummcr-blog]

rothashton:

“I’ve been there. Good stuff.”

“Very! Used to go every Friday night with my brother when we were kids ‘cause it was right in town. Lil’ bit of a tradition.”

[b-harwood]

“Whata-what? Wait, the place fast food joint that’s only somewhere in the South? I saw that in a Buzzfeed video my friend showed me. I don’t understand the difference though.”

[alabummcr-blog]

“Whataburger. I s’pose if ya haven’t had it, ya wouldn’t get it, but, uh---- Very good. First thing people tell ya to eat in the south. That, and RIBS.”

[miiapresley]

“Whataburger? That’s an odd name, and I don’t even eat meat, but I’ll take your word for it.”

[alabummcr-blog]

“Oh, you’re one of them vegetarian types. We ain’t got many of those back home. Heard a lot of complain’ about them, though. ‘Damn hippies,’ and all that. Least, that’s what my used to say. He was an...exuberant man.”

[pretentiousfrench]

“Aren’t they both made from the same  g r e a s e ?”

[alabummcr-blog]

“Nah, pretty sure we get our oils from FRACKING. Maybe the sweat of some tycoons. Makes it so much better.”

[samsonmitchell-blog]

Are you really biased to burger places?  As long as the food’s overly greasy I think I’m in.

Okay, I’ll bite.  Where’s Whataburger from, since there aren’t any around?

[alabummcr-blog]

“I think it’s the fries. Y’all got some sad ones, no ‘ffense.”

“TEXAS, originally. But then it moved all over the Bible Belt. Guess that’s one thing good about us southerners. And we also make better lemonade.”

[reneenomorely]

I don’t actually know what either of those things are.

[alabummcr-blog]

“In-N-Out? It’s y’all’s flesh of Christ, apparently. First thing my neighbor went and told me when I moved in was to try me somethin’ called an ANIMAL STYLE. I wasn’t impressed.” 

[alabummcr-blog]

“Y’all might have this In-N-Out stuff, but you ain’t had NOTHIN’ ‘til you have Whataburger.”

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[creedsblackwell-blog]

I am. Creed, my name is Creed.

Mad as a … that’s one I’ve never heard before. Fresh faces are a hot commodity in Heffes, especially to people like me who’ve been stuck here our whole lives. Where did you float in from?

[alabummcr-blog]

“Reid.”

“Not float so much as ran. Came straight from the Bible Belt itself. Alabama, born n’ bred, then escaped. An’ here I am. Very different ATMOSPHERE.”

[creedsblackwell-blog]

Considering I’m a football player, it’s appealing to me. Pretty girl with a competitive streak is hard to come by. Usually they’re just volatile. Southern anger, can’t say I’ve experienced it yet but I’m still young. There’s time for that.

[alabummcr-blog]

“Are ya callin’ me PRETTY? S’awfully nice of ya, sir.”

“It ain’t fun, let me tell ya. Mad as a mule chewin’ on bumblebees is a common state of bein’ down there. You’ve been ( w a r n e d ).”

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“My parents call it “trash,” but I usually give anything a shot. Mostly lo-fi emo bullshit. It doesn’t really matter though.”

[alabummcr-blog]

"I mean, s’pose it depends, really. I ain’t into the newer, twangy country. All them Carrie Underwood or Trace Adkins types. But I like the ones like Johnny Cash an’ Willie Nelson. I probably sound like one a’them elitist assholes.”

“I dunno what that is. But if ya wanna tell who to listen to, I’ll be sure to. Report back to you an’ everythin’.”

[creedsblackwell-blog]

Fair enough, they’ll consume your life if they get the chance, and if you don’t have the proper self-control. Which isn’t to say that you lack it, but they can be persuasive. A seventh grade me knows.

A competitive nature is always appealing, regardless of where it stems from. That’s my philosophy.

[alabummcr-blog]

“Appealin’ to who? Football coaches n’ beerbelly dad’s, MAYBE. Or maybe that’s just a southern thang. Bit intimidatin’ if ya haven’t experienced it first hand. And then it becomes a lil’bit silly.”

[alabummcr-blog]

                    ---------- The INFJ personality type is very rare, making up less than one percent of the population, but they nonetheless leave their mark on the world.