Fiona Coyne

Autobiography

Name: Clare Dianna Edwards

Sex: Female

Birthday *: March 18, 1995

Ships with:

Eli Goldsworthy

Drew Torres

Fiona Coyne

Alli Bhandari

Jenna Middleton

Jake Martin

Zig Novak

Campbell Saunders

Wesley Bettencamp

KC Guthrie

Owen Milligan

Adam Torres

Miles Hollingsworth III

Clare is:

ambitious

stubborn

intelligent

caring

petty

Family *:

Randall Edwards (father)

Helen Martin (mother)

Glen Martin (step-father)

Darcy Edwards (sister)

Jake Martin (step-brother)

* subject to change depending on storyline

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Clare nodded, pursing her lips together as she tried to come up with a conversation topic. She didn’t know what to say, but would have to come up with something to keep Fiona interested. “Wh-what are you doing this weekend?” she asked and then remembered the dance. “I mean, you’re on the dance committee right?”

"Yes I'm on the dance committee I have to set up the gym early" Fiona answered "Are you going to the dance? Or..."

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When Fiona took a spot across from her at the table, Clare sat back down on the bench. She nodded with a sigh, “I think so.” She was totally lying. Everything was piling up and starting to reach a height from which she would fall from if just about any small, terrible thing happened to her.

Clare was looking down at her hands on the table and realized her yellow wrist was showing. She tied to hide the look of panic flashing across her face as she fumbled to unroll the sleeves of her sweater.

Fiona looks at the younger girl wrist but looks up "I'll believe you but right now you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to we can chat about anything" the curly haired brunette assured Clare.

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Clare heard Fiona’s voice and almost jumped out of her skin, not expecting anyone else to care. She looked up at Fiona and shook her head, assuring, “It’s not even a sliver.” She held both her hands up in the air, her sweater sliding up her forearms and showed off the fading bruise around her right wrist Eli had left several days before. “I’m fine.” Her voice was sharp, practically about to shatter if she didn’t put total control in her every breath.

"Okay" Fiona didn't want to push so she noded as she took a seat across from Clare on the picnic table but noticed the fading bruise but she didn't want to scare Clare away with asking too many questions . "How are you doing? Is everything okay?" She asked carefully.

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It had been only a couple of minutes, but Clare had given up hope that Fiona did care in the short time frame. She didn’t notice Fiona walking towards her. She could feel herself shaking as if every bit of hope disappearing in front of her by each second. She felt her throat tighten and her vision blur.

Fiona had actually seen Eli get physical with her. No one else would certainly believe her. To everyone else, he was dedicated and passionate. He loved her.

Clare tightened her grip around her pencil and it snapped in two, a jagged edge catching into her palm. “Oh fu-” she cut herself off to keep from swearing, standing up suddenly, “fly a kite.” She dropped her pencil and wrapped her other hand around the small pierce.

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"Clare?" Fiona says walking over to Clare and seen the broken pencil and Clare's hand. It seemed so surreal that a few weeks ago she wouldn't even know who Clare was since they both were in different grades and ran in completely different circles but recently and especially seeing what Eli was really like to Clare she knew Clare deserves better and wasn't gonna let anyone hurt anyone again.

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Clare held her phone in both hands, biting down thoughtfully on her bottom lip. She hadn’t thought this far ahead. She wasn’t expecting Fiona to text her. She still didn’t understand why the older girl had taken an interest in her.

I’m out front. By the steps.

She hit send and then it was too late to take the messages back. She set her phone aside on the picnic table and waited to see if Fiona would show up before the bell rang. She picked up the pencil and went back to her assignment.

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Fiona was leaning against her locker closing her eyes but opened them when she heard her phone she looked down and seen the text from Clare but put her phone back in her blue blazer pocket as she stood up walking out side and walked down the steps as she then goes to the picnic tables seeing the younger girl so she walks over.

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Clare was sitting at a picnic in front of the school alone, working on a current math assignment. She felt her cellphone buzz in her pocket and pulled it out to read the message. She was expecting her boyfriend to be chiding her for ditching him again, but sighed in relief at the sight of the text message. It must have been Fiona.

Fiona found her note.

Clare closed her eyes thankfully for a minute and then started to type a note.

Do you have time to meet?

Fiona shut her locker locking it making sure it was shut as she waited for a response once she heard her phone pinged with a new text she types back "Yes where should I come and mett you?" The brunette sends the text

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It had been 3 days since Fiona had come to Clare’s rescue at school and while Clare didn’t entirely understand Fiona’s intentions, she was thankful the older girl had been there to keep the drama with Eli from escalating any further than his painful wrist grabbing.

Eli had been more discreet about when he lashes out the last couple days, making sure to only manipulate her when they were completely alone. Or in more subtle ways at school. But Clare was starting to feel like she was teetering over the edge.

She decided to leave a note in the vents of Fiona’s locker with her name and number and just waited for the older girl to find it. She went about the rest of her day pretending everything was normal, when she was clearly anxious for Fiona to text her.

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The past 3 days Fiona kept her distance as she mostly just spent her time with Holly J and Anya as she are her lunches in the student council room with her friends as Holly J had student council business. Fiona walked to her locker to put textbooks back as she had just came out of class, the brunette put in her combination for her locker to open but a piece of paper fell out she was curious and picked it up. As she read it and realised it was from Clare she looks around to see if anyone was near by, she then put the textbooks back in her locker and taking out her phone and opened up a new text message typing Clare's number in "I just got your note" was all she could text.

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I hope we can became friends

#rcged

Clare watched Fiona get up and barely understood any words come from her mouth, the sound of her heartbeat pounding senselessly in her ears. She only nodded in reply, smudging her makeup further under her eyes with her thumb.

She turned to walk up the staircase to the second floor to get to her locker. Although, she knew Eli would be waiting for her.

Fiona watches the younger girl leave she wanted to chase after but realised that wouldn't do anything so Fiona turned back around and walked back to her classroom.

Clare looked up at Fiona and shook her head, whispering, “But he needs me.” She looked over Fiona’s shoulder as if hoping to find Eli, but he wasn’t there. She closed her eyes again, mumbling, “You shouldn’t have to listen to this.” She started to get up from the floor. “We’re not even friends.”

"I understand and I'm sorry if I over stepped" Fiona answered getting up from the floor and passing a tissue "Here you better get to class you don't want to be late" the brunette sas as she took a step back "One thing is you deserve the best" hiding what she really wanted to say as she turned away about to walk off.

Clare slid her arms around Fiona’s torso under her arms and clutched on the red polo with tight fists. Her nose brushed into Fiona’s shoulder as Clare whimpered through tears.

“He was so sweet before,” Clare finally spoke, lifting her head and removing her arms from Fiona. “But the last couple weeks…” She trailed off and covered her face with hands, showing off the bruise now forming on her right wrist.

Fiona could see the pain on Clare’s blue eyes she listened to Clare she noticed the newly formed bruise “You don’t have to tell me it’s your choice but has he been like that for a few weeks…..” she asks being careful with her words cause she knew how hard it was to know the the red flags.

Clare wrapped herself up in her own arms to hide herself and her eyes dropped to the floor. Tears slowly fell from her swollen eyes as she thought about the past couple of weeks. She nodded slowly, admitting in a small voice, “A couple weeks. Since right before I found out he’s hoarding.”

But she immediately wanted to defend Eli. “But his girlfriend died. He’s just trying to make sure I’m okay. That we’re together.”

Fiona made sure no one could see or over hear as she kelt down on the floor listening to Clare "and what you want, Clare you didn't deserve this you are a good person but it sounds like he's still going through stuff and expecting alot from you but it seems you going through a lot too and you need to put yourself first" She says in a calm tone.

Clare slid her arms around Fiona’s torso under her arms and clutched on the red polo with tight fists. Her nose brushed into Fiona’s shoulder as Clare whimpered through tears.

“He was so sweet before,” Clare finally spoke, lifting her head and removing her arms from Fiona. “But the last couple weeks…” She trailed off and covered her face with hands, showing off the bruise now forming on her right wrist.