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Elementary School(s): Bennington Elementary Middle School(s): Bennington Middle High School(s): Bennington High Graduating Year: 2014

Subjects Taken

Freshman Year (8): Earth Science, Pre-Alegebra, English 9, Social Sciences, Physical Education, Health, Astronomy, Shop Sophomore Year (7): Biology, Algebra I, English 10, Geography, Physical Education, Shop Junior Year (7): Chemistry, Geometry, English 11, American History, Economics, Physical Education, Psychology Senior Year if applicable (4): Physics, Algebra II, English 12, Government

Extra Curricular Activities/Clubs (if any): American Field Service, School Newspaper

# of Detentions (if any): 8 # of Suspensions (if any): 0

Favourite Subject: English

Least Favorite Subject: Any math subject Favorite Teacher: Ms. Linne (English 11, Encouraged her to write) Least Favorite Teacher: Mrs. Carson (English 12, Laughed at her writing) Favorite thing about school: Being around her friends. Least favorite thing about school: Pretty much everything else.

#mavs challenge

Text: {Grace x All}

Grace: in case all you bitches were wondering; I did manage to wake up (alone) and get my sweet ass home. luckily I know how to phone up a cab... x

Jordan: Hey, I would have gotten you home but I had that mess with Ethan. You okay?

#t #text #grace

if you could be an animal what animal would you be and why?

An animal? I've never given much thought to this.

I think I'd want to be something that's free to go wherever it wants. Probably an eagle, because eagles can fly. You know, without drugs.

if you could have any pick of careers in writing, what would you want to do?

Oh wow. Good question.

I think I'd like to be an agent. I feel like that takes less actual skill and maybe I'm not good enough to actually write or whatever.

If you mean writing, I'd want to be a novelist.

If you could pick anyone to fall in love with out of the mavs, who would it be?

Well, I'm already in love with one of the Mavs. But I don't think he feels the same way about me, so I'm going to be honest.

If it's love, I'd say Robbie, maybe even Wyatt (which is odd, so don't try to ask me why, because I don't know). Sex is different, you know?

If you could move out from your parents, would you?

I... I don't know.

I'd say so, yes. But then I want to say no because I love them and I want them to be happy with me.

I don't really know the answer to this question. We'll find out soon enough though. Graduation isn't too far off.

If you could have limitless quantities of one thing, what would it be?

Food, provided it wouldn't make me fat.

If you could only screw one maverick, who would you choose?

Assuming that "screw" means "fuck" then the answer is complicated.

Blaise, because he's good in bed.

Kane, because I love him.

Grace, because I want to know what it's like to screw Grace.

But just one? Blaise.

If you could tell one thing to someone without judgment, what would it be?

I'd want all my friends to know that I'm obsessed with food, and that I don't know how to escape that infatuation. I love it and I hate it, but I can't tell anybody. I'm pretty sure they'd judge hard if they knew.

If you could sacrifice your brother and get a life of happiness in return, would you?

No.

First of all, I don't believe that a lifetime of happiness really exists, but even if it did, I would never be happy without my brother.

He's doing better now though, thank you for asking.

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Catching Up || Amy & Jordan

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Considering the copious amounts of liquor and marijuana Amy had already taken that night, she knew she couldn’t let herself smoke anymore. She was still coming down from her prior high, so she politely declined Jordan’s offer, shaking her head but saying thank you. Amy partied with the best of them, but she always made sure to give herself limits. Addiction ran in her family, so she never wanted to risk taking too much of anything, even something like weed. Despite the myth that it was non-addictive, science had proven otherwise. Robbie told her that in ninth grade when excessive time with Cody was turning her into a major pothead. Of course, she didn’t mind Jordan or anyone smoking in front of her. She just had restrictions set for herself. She respected her friends’ resistance to addiction, and she knew they respected her self-constraints. Or, she knew most of them did, anyway.

Regarding Jordan’s question, Amy smiled and gave the expected answer. “Anything.” She was hoping that this conversation was going to start the same way some of their usual intimate conversations started. She hadn’t been completely caught up with Jordan’s familial life, nor her personal life, and that upset Amy a bit. She always made sure to revere Jordan’s privacy; she always made sure not to pry, but to show that she was ready to listen and give advice at the drop of a dime. If Amy had the right to be secretive and not discuss her problems, so did everyone else. But she felt this maternal instinct over her friends. She was always worrying about each and every one of them, even if she didn’t want to show it and come off as weak.

She got herself comfortable in Jordan’s room, kicking off her old moccasins and revealing the little hole-ridden socks. Sitting with her legs crossed on the rug, she grabbed a large pillow on the floor and rested it on her lap. Leaning forward, she let Jordan know that she had her full attention. She was lucky that she hadn’t taken any more illegal substances, because she wanted to make sure she had a sober mind when she was having one of her long overdue heart-to-hearts with Jordan. She’d already gotten drunk and said something stupid to Robbie that night, so she preferred not to strain another relationship.

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Stumbling a little bit, Jordan crossed over to her desk and sank down into the chair there. It was hard, particularly since she'd been working so hard on her weight recently and her butt was bonier. She sighed, glanced up at Amy and then pressed her lips together. "I want your help with this. Not just, like. I mean." The words weren't coming right, and Jordan frowned, her brows coming together as she tried to assess what she really wanted to say with this one. "I mean that I need you to be honest with me but then help me to get this right. Honestly, I don't know anybody else who can." She trusted Blaise and Grace the most in the honesty department, Paige to say anything she had to in order to get out of being involved with this, and Amy for the real help that she needed. Robbie would be encouraging, as would Jake and Kane. Amy was the combination of honest and forthcoming that she really sought today.

And she was drunk. That might make it easier when it came to criticism. Frowning, she pulled the drawer of her desk open so that she could pull out the book that she'd stashed there. The problem was that Jordan also had feelings, and as drunk as she was, she'd either get argumentative if Amy disagreed with her vision or she might get her feelings hurt. Doing this right now seemed reasonable -- now -- but it might not in a few days when she was feeling more sober and able to handle herself. Her heart was racing, torn between whether or not she should simply hand over this piece of herself or not.

Finally, she turned. If she didn't do it now, she wouldn't do it at all. "Not tonight, but I mean, maybe you can just tell me what you think." The words didn't make sense, and Jordan sighed, trying to figure out what she was trying to say. "I mean I don't want to work on it tonight. I just want to know what you think about it. I don't think I can write all that well when I'm drunk. Does that mean I'm not a writer at all?"

#p #amy #catching up #you're okay! mine aren't always all that long lol

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Let Me In || Jake & Jordan

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"Yeah, too bad we can’t." Jake sighed. "I wouldn’t have to be out of school all the time, but right now just a week or two extra would be awesome." As much as Jake despised school and everything connected to it, he didn’t think he’d want to stay out of school. Dropping out never really crossed his mind as a serious option, only in a rather hypothetical manner. Instead of studying, he’d have to go to work. And he could only work where? A diner, possibly, moping the floor, right? Or with his father. Or rather for his father. And he knew that wouldn’t go well. Never.

It’s not like working in the logging company would be bad. It probably wouldn’t, there’s a lot of different positions and one of them would probably be suitable for Jake’s predispositions. But thinking about working with his dad, having to make himself just like him and like his older brother, it always makes Jake sick to his stomach. Working there would be the first step to make himself into another miserable copy of his parent. And Jake refuses to do that, even though some people still think that he doesn’t and that eventually he’ll end up just like them.

"Okay…" Jake frowned as Jordan tossed him the bag. He opened it and a second later he pulled out a composition book, just as his friend told him. "This?" he said, gesturing at the notebook, not opening it just yet.

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Jordan glanced to her right, checking to see what Jake had in his hands, and then gave a small nod of her head. "Yeah, that one." Her heart raced. What if he hated what he read in there? Not that Jake or Kane were likely to tell her if it was bad. She'd have to go to Grace or Blaise for real honesty: Neither of them were particularly worried about hurting her feelings if the truth was the truth. Still, it made her nervous to allow anybody to read what she'd written.

"Yeah. I -- I've been writing things when I have the time, you know? It's not much, I just -- I thought maybe this could be my thing. Something different from running. Now that Cody's gone, I thought I needed something. Something to, you know, help me hold it together. I don't know if it's working, but I thought it might be worth a try.

She couldn't focus on the road and on Jake's face, so Jordan watched where she was going as she drove them toward the coffee shop -- the same one she'd come back to for the slam in a couple of weeks. "Just let me know what you think. And don't be afraid to be honest with me about it, okay?"

#p #robbie #let me in