Hey look it’s Wesley Shepard! Born on 08/15/1990, Wesley is a 26-year-old male from Raleigh, North Carolina. He currently lives in North Philadelphia and works as a guidance counselor at the public high school. Lucky for us he calls Philadelphia home.
Although at times he may be jealous, sarcastic and paranoid, people still say he is athletic, charismatic, and levelheaded.
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His last text- Martin (read at 2:30 pm): Hey. Heard the star of the minor leagues was back in town. Going to stop by and see your favorite counselor?
His last tweet- @redxranger: Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise... teachers want spring break to happen just as bad as you do.
His most played song: “But I hope one day I’ll be man enough to be sitting there in my granddaddy’s chair” Kane Brown - Granddaddy’s Chair
His latest reminder: Meet with Trevor after school - remember basketball and old shoes.
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Everything in Wesley's life before he was six could be considered typical. He was the only boy in what he thought was a happy marriage. One night he heard angry fighting and the next morning his mother's belongings had been thrown out of the house. When he was older Wesley learned that they have had a tough marriage and one night after catching his wife out with another man, his father had thrown her out of the house. Not long after that though his father remarried and when he was seven he had gotten a baby sister from the union. She was perfect in every way and had all of them wrapped around her finger like it was nothing - which as she got older she knew. Throughout school Wesley was almost seen as a golden child; good grades, great at sports, charming when it was necessary. He had a full ride to Ohio State on a football scholarship but after losing his friends that fateful night everything started changing. No longer did he care about sports or school, finding himself in drugs and alcohol instead. It took a couple rough years and some stints in rehab before he was better. This experience is what led him to Philadelphia and to start working in the rough part of the neighborhood, wanting to help at-risk kids realize there is something else out there.
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Everyone has that one mistake in life that they wish they could go back and change. Sometimes it's something simple - walk away from that person, don't be friends with them, don't eat three hot dogs before riding a ride at the fair. Wes wishes he could be something that easy. When he was eighteen he went out with a couple of buddies. Though they weren't old enough to drink, somehow they were still served at the bar, mainly using fake ids. Wesley, still being somewhat in the right mind, called his dad for a ride. He'd rather deal with an angry dad over what could happen if he got into the car. He tried to convince his friends to come with them but they were pissed that Wesley had not only called his dad but ruined their fun. Before he could stop them they got into the vehicle (two of his best friends - the other one had passed out somehow in the bar) and took off down the road. Wesley thought that they'd get over it and come back around. The next day was the news report as the burned remains of the car sat in the background. Though his father knows he was drinking that night he didn't tell with who; no one knows that he was there that night but the guilt of not being able to stop them haunts him.