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At Kingswood Academy, you may find yourself crossing paths with someone who looks a lot like ARIANA GRANDE, but that’s actually ANISTON WEST. SHE is an 18 year old SENIOR who lives in the ELIZABETH HOUSE. Word is they are a LEGACY student who is AGAINST the changes happening at Kingswood this year. That makes sense, since I’ve heard they can be STUCK UP, LOYAL, SARCASTIC, and AMBITIOUS. Either way, like everyone else here at Kingswood, I’m sure they have their skeletons in the closet. [JAS,29,PST,SHE]
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( ARIANA GRANDE, FEMALE, SHE/HER ) I, ANISTON WEST am a LEGACY student and would hereby like to submit my application to Kingswood Boarding School. I am 18 years old and will be a SENIOR I would describe myself as LOYAL and AMBITIOUS, but also SARCASTIC and IMPATIENT which I plan to work on during my time here. This is my request to join the ELIZABETH building as a house MEMBER and look forward to hearing back from you. [ JAS, 28, PST, SHE/HER.]
hello lurkers! please come love kingswood and bring me my half brother and sister! thank you!!!
Yesss, you heard her! Definitely bring us Aniston’s half brother and half sister!
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It had been easy enough to escort Callie at the debutante, the boy filling the room with his wide smiles and unmistakable charm--which was, mostly fake, for any of the students who knew him had already known Amos was...if anything, erratic and studious at best. But damn--could Amos pretend, casting a small wink at his ‘date’s mother as he dipped her and twirled her and whatever one did at a dance. After, the ordeal, Amos had excused himself once he was sure Callie’s mother hadn’t been watching them, making his way towards the drink table. Despite his parched throat, the boy stopped immediately in his tracks--spotting Aniston, in all her...pink, glory--and took a moment to decide if he really was as thirsty as he thought. It wasn’t that he hadn’t wanted to speak to her, but...her mother had given him a bad taste in his mouth, and everything in his body was telling him something was off. With a small sigh, the senior moved forwards, walking besides the girl, “You really have a knack for stealing the spotlight away from actual debuts, y’know that?” Amos mused, his eyes trailing down Aniston--but more particularly, her dress.
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Her name was Aniston West. Apart from that fact, and the obvious fact that she was gorgeous (second only, in Michael’s mind, to Valentina on the Kingswood campus) Michael knew almost nothing else about her. One thing he did know though, was that for the past three weeks, ever since he had started at Kingswood, he and Aniston had been locked into a game of flirtatious chicken. Although they had yet to say a word to one another, the glances they exchanged every time they came within sight of each other spoke magnitudes, and very clearly asked one simple question: who was going to make the first move, and approach the other? The time, it seemed, had come for them to finally get their answer. With the situation with Ginger being what is was, and the thing with Valentina being restricted to the privacy of the bedroom, Michael needed to look elsewhere for a date for the upcoming dance; and as far as he was concerned, there was really only one option. The timing was so spot on, that it was almost as though the two of them had been building towards this from the start.
As the many students of Kingswood left the main school buildings to head back to their dorms after the final bell rang, Michael stood waiting and watching for any sign of the girl. Thankfully, it didn’t take him long to spot her, and he wasted no time in moving through the crowd to make his way towards her. He couldn’t be certain, but he had a strong suspicion that she had noticed and was waiting for him there. Finally, when he reached her, he fought back his urge to grin, instead containing it to a small smile. “Aniston West, you probably already know this, but I’m Michael Joel.” He said with a nod, before he gave a smalls shrug of his shoulders. “But maybe instead, you can just call me your date to the dance?” He added, his face now breaking out into the grin he’d been holding back.