#leaving para

[mariamhen]

On My Way Back Home || Leaving Para

After saying waving goodbye to Eva, Mariam hopped into her car and drove out of her parking spot, which became very familiar to her in her two years in Greensville, and headed out onto the road. She was nearly close to tears when she looked in the rear view mirror. Damn. She didn’t think this would be that hard, saying goodbye to such a small town. It was home, after all. Or, should she put it, one of her homes.

Boston had always been her home, ever since she could remember. More importantly it was where she had her fondest memories of her father. 

Her father.

Only Hoyt knew fully well of what the death of her father had done to the girl. And even then, he couldn’t help that much. She smiled fondly now, though, as she recalled their weekend out at the cabin. Hopefully, one of these days, she would bump into him. She missed his face and his babbling of technology facts.

Feeling a tear slide down her cheek now she wiped it away with her finger. It was then that she saw how low she was on gas. Remembering that there was a gas station nearby she headed on route towards it. She still had enough money saved up. Because no way was she going to become stranded out on the highway, she saw too many tv shows and movies about that. And she wanted to live, thank you very much.

Climbing out of the car, she reached and stuck in the gas pump before leaning against her car. It was something the blonde had a knack of doing, every since her teens years. What she wasn’t counting on was that her phone was in her hands, looking through pictures on it, ones that made her laugh. This was new. So new that she hadn’t noticed a guy standing in front of the hood of her car before she caught whiff of that musty scent that she knew all too well.

“Leave me alone! I don’t want any trouble.” She stepped away from the car now and was moving towards the rear, noticing that wasn’t exactly the smartest plan. But she had something that her ex didn’t know about, something that was up her sleeve on a dime’s notice. 

“Mary...”

Mariam would have winced or cowered at that stupid nick name he had given her long ago, but that girl was no longer with her. She grew up. Ever since he violated the safety of her home she had vowed never again to allow him to have that much control over her, which was one of the reason she took up boxing. It didn’t help that she had an excellent coach of one time. (Baekhyun, who else now, c’mon!)

“I’m serious! Leave!” She insisted strongly. He didn’t seemed moved by it as he proceeded forth over to her. 

Before she could even take a breath, and seeing as his hands reached to touch her, her leg went back, as did her right arm, and the sheer amount of force she put in the punch, which surprised her - she didn’t know she was that strong - was enough to send his head back with a loud cry.

“What the hell, Mary! --Mary?!”

Her other hand now did the same thing. Punching the side of his face, hitting him with a loud smack! She was on a roll. Almost proud of herself, she was about to ease her body from attack stance, when he retaliated - dumb move on his part - only to hit air as she ducked and jabbed his stomach, before holding him downwards, as he leaned forward holding where she had struck him, and brought her knee up to meet his face.

Final blow. He went down.

Relief overcame her and she immediately phoned the police. They were there to take him away fifteen minutes later, with a arrest for a deadly weapon on him, a gun on his ankle, and three accounts of stalking. Seeing him get put inside the back of the police cruiser, Mariam felt a wave of stress finally released off her back. The dark clouds that had hung over her for years was now dissipating, she no longer would have to worry about him for years to come, she could finally be free.

“Finally.” She whispered. Mariam could already see her future becoming more happier as she drove out of there and back onto the highway, and she could only hope to find new possibilities that no lay ahead for her, and she would open her arms to them this time around. Mariam was finally beginning to learn how to live. She would be okay.

As she glanced up at the sky, the familiar sting in her heart throbbed as she thought of her father, before she smiled. That was what he would want for her. To be happy, to move forward. It would take a little bit more time, but she would get there. Mariam knew full well that she would never forget him, but her constantly being sad about it... that would ease up. It had to. 

No longer being able to see to town anymore, Mariam turned onto the route that would lead her on to Boston, hope filling her, before she finally allowed herself to break down. This time, it being for a happy reason. 

[estebangonzaloortega-blog]

The Future 🎥 Self Para

Esteban’s plans always included moving to Los Angeles. From a young age, he dreamed of making films. It was his favorite form of entertainment. He loved 90′s films, claiming he had seen every 90′s film in existence, twice. It wasn’t until junior year of high school that he decided he wanted to be a documentary film director. As much as he liked story-telling films, he felt a stronger pull towards documentaries. 

Moving to California after graduation, wasn’t difficult. The boy had family that lived in the L.A. area, who would let him stay with them. So all it took was a quick phone call, and figuring out how to get out there. His parents were very supportive of Esteban and his plans. So, it looked like Esteban’s future goals would become a reality. 

After graduation, he male got a job in Greensville and registered for classes at the city college where his relatives lived. Fortunately, the school had a great cinema and TV production. It would be at least a year and half before Esteban got his first gig in the industry, which only came by accident. 

It was a Wednesday afternoon, Esteban was on his way to the laundromat a few blocks from where he was living. He didn’t have anything planned that day but doing laundry and maybe catching up on some of his shows. When he first parked his car, he had no idea he was walking onto a location set for an indie film, or that he would be mistaken for a crew member. 

That day, Esteban made connections, who would occasionally call him up for crew work. It was great experience, but his dream was still to be a documentary film maker. So, the boy never stopping documenting anything that caught his eye. His trusty camera always remained by his side. Esteban would never give up on his dreams. 

[hoytbeaumont]

The Job ⚙ Self Para

Hoyt tried to remain calm as he sat, waiting, in a large conference room. The large glass walls let in plenty of sunlight on this early spring day. Hoyt had received a letter and then a phone call from SNT Corp, requesting him to come into the office and meet with a man named Austin Cullen. 

Hoyt was confused. This was the company who had given Hoyt his scholarship to UC Berkley. The twenty-four year old had tried to do some research on the company, in the past, but could never get much information on the people that ran it, or what they did. 

The only information he knew was that the company was based in Raleigh, North Carolina and that they had learned of his engineering talents junior year of high school after a science fair which he had won. There, they offered him a scholarship to whatever school he wanted. The teenager didn’t think much of it, at the time. 

Unfortunately, as some of Hoyt’s friends knew, he wasn’t able to complete his schooling at UC Berkley due to being expelled. This was part of the reason Hoyt felt a sense of nervousness as he waited. This company had invested so much money on him, and he only had a Bachelor’s to show for it; he had been working on his master’s when he was expelled. 

Finally the tall, dark-haired man, dressed in a dark suit, entered the room. “Hello, Mr. Beaumont. Sorry to keep you waiting. Austin Cullen.” He extended his arm for Hoyt. 

Hoyt stood and shook his arm with a brief smile. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Cullen.” His voice calm and clear, not letting his doubts from a second ago show. 

Austin took a seat at the end of the table. “Do you know what we do here at SNT Corp?” He connected his hands by interlocking fingers. 

Hoyt shook his head, for once not knowing the answer, but he had no time wallow about it. “I’ve tried to do some research, but I’m not exactly sure. No.” 

The other man pulled out a small remote, flat and about the size of credit card. “SNT Corp makes electronic warfare its business.” An image appeared on a the wall across from Hoyt as the curtains began to hide the sunlight. “The company's defense program is focusing on military communications systems that meet the modern threat of hacking and network sabotage.” 

Hoyt listened, taking everything in. He had an urge to start taking notes, but didn’t due to the fact he didn’t bring any note taking paper. 

Austin continued, “We also design navigation, communications, and aviation electronics.” Another image appeared on the wall, as he paused, giving Hoyt a brief smile before continuing. “The U.S. Army is one of our top costumers.” The older man went on giving Hoyt information about the company, before finally stoping and stating simply. “We’d like to offer you a job, Mr. Beaumont.” 

[jonah-harvens]

Goodbye Greensville. || Selfie

For the first time in his life, Jonah wasn’t happy. He still had a smile on his face but that was for everyone else’s benefit than his own. He’d known for a little while that his Grandmother wasn’t feeling herself, but Jonah had always been told what he needed to hear. He’d never realized just how bad things were until his visit.

He was told that it started with confusion, simple things that she seemed to just stare blankly at Jonah’s grandfather over. Then came the forgetfulness.

It didn't take very long from the start of his visit for Jonah to make a decision. He couldn't go back to Greensville when he was needed here. Sure, he had friends he'd miss and people he wouldn't get to see that often anymore but in reality, Jonah really wouldn't be leaving that much behind.

He spent the next few days packing his things and moving them to his grandparents for the time being and packing gift baskets for the people he'd met in Greenville. The people he'd spoken to a little and a lot. People who he'd smiled at and the people who'd made him smile. Every gift was personalised and hand delivered so he could say his goodbyes personally and when he was done with his day, he quietly left Greensville without so much as a trail of glitter behind him.

[unlucky-13th-child]

A Good Cheesesteak [Leaving Para]

Ollie could use a good cheesesteak.

South Jersey and Philadelphia were famous for cheesesteak and he wanted to actually go into a store and buy one. He wanted to really taste one without dirt stuck in the cheese. He couldn't do that at Seabrooke.

Also, all of his friends were slowly leaving. It was only a matter of time before they were all gone. He didn't want to be the last one left. He wrote scraggly notes: one for Nessie and one for Casper. It briefly stated where he was going and how he would be in Disney a few days if they wanted to find him. He added an apology for not telling him that he was leaving in person to Casper.

He went to the woods at the edge of camp with all the money he could gather. His wings sprouted from his back as he took off towards Disneyland. At least he could have fun there...all by himself.