#bmprompt2

[eve-greene]

If Only You Knew...

They were the only friends I ever had We got into trouble and when stuff got bad I got sent away, I was waving on the train platform Crying 'cause I know I'm never comin' back. This is what makes us girls We all look for heaven and we put our love first Somethin' that we'd die for, it's our curse Don't cry about it, don't cry about it This is what makes us girls We don't stick together 'cause we put our love first Don't cry about him, don't cry about him It's all gonna happen

Evelyn sat in her room; doing her usual late night contimplation. Her mind ran over the thought of seeing a large amount of her old friends and classmates. While she did so, she wondered how much of a failure everyone must think she has become. Suck here in this tiny town with no real hope of escaping again. If anything, she probably should have gotten back into contact with Daphne, Piper, and Riley. It was the one thing the dark haired girl debated time and time again after arriving back in town. So much had happend, that she was sure, that the girls really didn't want anything to do with her anymore.

She rolled over onto her side and stared at the wall. Maybe soon, since they were all under one roof for the time being, she'd chat with them and see where all of them stood. Evelyn went over it in her head: Daphne was the one she'd have to suck up to the most. The other two probably wouldn't be so hard to try to get back in touch with. However, she remembered the look in all of the girls eyes when she left for New York. No one was really sure as to why she left as quickly as she did. But, Evelyn couldn't stick around to see any of the aftermath that came with what she'd done. Perhaps that was the reason, maybe none of the girls knew that it was her that had ruined everything. She had tried her damnedest to stay away from York, but, obviously, she was pulled back into the small town drama and stayed off the radar.

Flashes of the group of girls ditching school, in classes together, causing mayhem where ever they went caused her to be filled with nostalgia. She barely had any friends here anymore, and while she didn't want to really be close to people, having some friends to goof off with, would be completely welcomed. She rolled her eyes, deciding that in the morning she'd talk to at least one of the girls to rekindle their friendship. However, she didn't get her hopes up. There was no real reason for any of them to even try talking to her again. Not to mention, how much the either hate her, or would hate her depending on if they knew what she had done to their group.

[miss-reaganhimes]

If Only You Knew || Prompt || Self

If only she kept her head down.

It seemed this was the problem in every regret of Reagan's life. Without many good friends or any positive relationships, the regrets always festered in the incorrect words and stuttering pronunciations that left her trembling lips. It seemed that every moment she lifted her head, teachers and students alike took this as a willingness to speak, to read, to embarrass herself yet again in front of the whole class. Reagan had never been asked on a proper date, nor had her once shy self ever thought to ask anyone, for by the time she showed true interest in boys, she was a laughing stock, practically afraid to open her mouth anymore.

It was trivial, and it may not have been her biggest regret, but a newly-dyslexic blonde's first moment of deep regret was formed before her age reached two digits. Every year, the school play allowed each grade to pick one student from each class to have a speaking part, and with so few classes in each grade, parts were rare and desired by the children whose parents drilled said desire into their heads. Reagan was simply encouraged by her parents, who thought the opportunity could help her get over the small reading issue they'd recently noticed. So, she raised her hand that fateful day in class, and to everyone's surprise, the girl who was laughed at the last time she volunteered to read was chosen.

Things started to turn around as Reagan was given her three lines the next day. Classmates assumed she just wasn't feeling well the one day she stuttered and took a bit longer to read the directions on their math worksheet. With the students not expected to learn their lines and allowed to have the paper on stage, Reagan didn't worry about the words until the night of the show, the night that sealed her fate in school until they would break her.

Small legs carried a small, fair-skinned body to the microphone sitting center stage. Just below her Mary-Janes stood her classmates on the chorus bleachers, ready to sing a song about friendship they were trained to belt out in music class, and just beyond her field of vision sat her parents and the parents of many in the audience, though the dark auditorium hid them all from view. Reagan was comfortable on stage. She didn't feel the eyes on her, she didn't feel the pressure before she looked down at the paper.

"F-f-f...." The words wouldn't release themselves from her lips, because her brain couldn't register any words on the paper she recognized. Letters switched around and words were no longer words, but symbols on a bright white face that her skin tone now matched. The spotlight on her small body suddenly raised in temperature, as if it was approaching the intensity of the sun. Her heart raced as she squeezed her eyes shut, opening them a second later and glancing at the page, hoping for some words to make any sense, but to no avail. "A-a..."

Every whisper in the audience filled her ears. She couldn't make the words out, the sounds were about as incoherent as the words on the page, as if everyone spoke this language but Reagan. But one sound did register as familiar to her: laughter. Her classmates below were laughing at her, and the children awaiting their turns to speak were laughing at her from their stances behind her. She was surrounded by laughter, by mockery. Her eyes began to water, blurring the light that drew all eyes to her. The next thing the audience heard was the soft clicks of Reagan's feet against the stage before she disappeared out of sight. The paper was left behind, a reminder of her failure and embarrassment. Her sobs were vocal as she pushed past teachers backstage, running from the back door and into the hall. Where she was headed, she had no idea. All she knew was that she couldn't be surrounded by those incoherent words and laughter any longer.

If she'd just kept her head down, if she hadn't raised her hand, if she learned from her first instance, Reagan Himes would have stood on those bleachers with her classmates, happily singing a song about friendship, and maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't have been labeled for life.

[bmwhispers]

“People are all over the world telling their one dramatic story and how their life has turned into getting over this one event. Now their lives are more about the past than their future.” 

For this second prompt, your character will remember back to a time in their life - to an event, a moment or a time in their past that they wished to forget - that they'd wish would've up differently - it will be their 'if only' moment. Explore their relationships, their pain, their fears and their regrets. What relationships did they wish would've been forever? What friendships do they wish wouldn't have ended? What particular moment in their life do they wish would've turned out differently?

The idea is that I will post one prompt each week, in order to give you some ideas to boost character development, and to get those creative juices flowing. Participating in this prompt is mandatory - it will serve as an activity check. Please have this prompt finished within 24 - 48 hours of posting.

Those who are at risk:

Six Days Inactive:

Colby Leone

Nicole Randall

Eve Greene

Four Days Inactive:

Jaxon Wyatt

Reagan Himes

Riley Torres

Piper Cleary

3 Days Inactive:

Keith Wyatt

Abby Nichols

Daphne Moralas

Valerie Torres

Approved Semi-Hiatus:

Shay Whitley

I would love to see what you come with, so please tag your selfpara with #bmprompt2. You can write this prompt in any way, shape or form you want. Once you've finished, please send the link to the main. And please remember to have fun & good luck!