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gracehtml:
Some people don’t think like that. Do you know how many times I’ve heard people say Hocus Pocus is the best Halloween movie? I like Halloween, but I like a lot of horror movies.
Hocus Pocus is by far the most overrated piece of shit. I actually kind of die every time it comes on television. Ah, good. Glad to know someone around here has a good taste in movies.
zorivs:
Drown yourself in whatever liquor you please, just make sure you don’t go anywhere near Degrassi on Halloween. You’re not welcome there, though that’s something you should know by now.
What’s that? I should go to Degrassi on Halloween and terrorize the hell out of Zoe? Okay, sounds like a plan to me.
secrets. hollingsworth twins.
starlightfrankie:
There was a feeling of nervousness bubbling in Frankie. Like a large weight on her shoulders was weighing heavier than before. She was about to tell her brother something that would undoubtedly change how he viewed their dad, or maybe (and this is what Frankie feared) he wouldn’t believe her when she told him. That he would question it, and make Frankie seem like she had done something to deserve it. Maybe that’s why she’d confessed to Miles first, because Miles would understand while Hunter had never seen a truly terrible side of their father so he was always questioning things. Or maybe that’s why Frankie had been so hesitant to tell anyone in the first place. She didn’t want to be blamed for it, even though all these years she’d been blaming herself for what happened. When Hunter sat down on the bed, Frankie stood in the doorway. Maybe if she let him ramble about whatever it was he was (the size of the room) it would give her enough time to work up the courage to say what it was she needed to say. While she heard what Hunter was saying, Frankie wasn’t really listening. He sounded pretty far away, but in the time he spoke she’d closed the door to the room quietly and made her way over to the other edge of the bed. Curling up, Frankie grabbed her old teddy bear stuffed animal and toyed with the toy’s ear, glancing up at Hunter through her eyelashes. She couldn’t even make eye contact with him. When he finally finished and asked her to speak, Frankie sighed softly and licked her lips. Now or never, she guessed. “Thanksgiving wasn’t the first time dad hit me.” she spoke quietly and tentatively, clearly worried about Hunter’s reaction. “The first time he hit me I was five. He slapped me and I landed on the corner of the coffee table and got a black eye that mom covered up.” Frankie continued, looking up at Hunter now, studying his face for a reaction. She herself was tearing up at telling her brother this, the slightest hint of reliving the memories made her ache and made all the scars (visible and not) burn. “And there are…a lot more stories like that one. And worse.”
All Hunter could do was stare at his sister. He wasn’t entirely sure what to say, her words stealing both his line of thought and the air from his lungs. How was one supposed to react after finding out the man they idolized for years was an abusive asshole? Anger, of course, was the first emotion Hunter felt towards the confession, but more prominent than the rage was a wave of sadness. Sadness over how he had been blind towards everything going on in his own home. Sadness towards his mother for covering everything up and failing to get her children out of such a toxic household. Sadness over how his twin, the person he was closest to in the entire world, had suffered in silence for so long. Still not able to say anything, Hunter brought his head down to rest in his hands, unable to look at Frankie. He just needed to calm down, it’d be okay. The attempt at self-comfort failed, though, and only fastened the sudden pounding in his head. Gathering whatever confidence he had left, Hunter raised his head and finally made eye contact with Frankie. “I... I don’t know what to say.” He admitted, hating that he was suddenly overcome with emotion. Anyone who knew Hunter knew that he was not an emotional person and often hid everything he felt behind a cold mask, but this wasn’t something that he could just brush off and pretend didn’t exist. Their mother may have been fine with turning a blind eye to the situation, but he wasn’t. No matter how badly he wanted to believe that all of Frankie’s injuries were nothing more than accidents and that their father hadn’t laid a finger on her, he knew he had to face the truth. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?” I could have helped you, he thought bitterly to himself. Even if their father had the money and power to make people shut up and mind their own business, they could have spoken to a school counselor and gotten things worked out behind the scenes. Then again, maybe that was just wishful thinking on his behalf. “Does Miles know?” Was it some big secret that the whole family was in on? “Why would he hurt you? It doesn’t make sense... ” Save for some scoldings about how his video gaming habit was ridiculous and how he needed to stop trying to get out of certain classes, Hunter hadn’t once seen a mean and abusive side of their father.. “Not that I don’t believe you, I do, but I’m confused.” And disappointed, but that wasn’t important at the moment.
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Hunter Hollingsworth
Not a fan of Halloween, but I’m actually pretty excited to see all of the failed Harley Quinn and Joker costumes this year. I might actually make a drinking game out of all of the hatchet-face lookalikes that come to my door. The question is --- would rum or vodka be better for this game? Actually, don’t answer that. This is more of a whiskey event.
secrets. hollingsworth twins.
starlightfrankie:
Frankie was happy to see her twin, despite the lack of notice with him showing up. It was nice to see him outside of school, which was the only place she’d really spent much time with him lately. Before she could even step aside to let Hunter in the door, he asked her the question she suspected was on his mind a lot lately. Frankie had known this was coming, because she couldn’t avoid it forever–though she had tried, really–she just wished she hadn’t been blindsided with his arrival at the door. Maybe she could have better prepared what she was going to say, because she knew she couldn’t leave him in the dark any longer. It wasn’t fair to him and it wasn’t fair to her to keep it from him, either. Pursing her lips, Frankie moved over. She’d be damned if she wouldn’t stall at least a little to attempt to gather her thoughts. “Why don’t you come in and we can talk upstairs.” Frankie replied. She couldn’t make eye contact with her twin, knowing the conversation they were about to take part in, so Frankie did what she thought best. She already started up the stairs before Hunter could reply and she turned around long enough to say, “Just close the door behind you and come on.” Frankie waved her hand. She’d been staying in the guest room at the house, and had almost made it her own with the items she had with her. She waited, standing in the door frame to the room, for Hunter to appear. She hadn’t thought it would be this hard to tell Hunter, to open up to her twin, especially since she’d already told Miles. Though, she had told Miles over text. It was a whole lot different than a face to face conversation. Especially with someone who knew her as well as her twin did.
Hunter opened his mouth to speak, but quickly shut it as Frankie invited him in. He wasn’t entirely sure what he had been expecting to happen after making the trip to Lola’s, but this certainly wasn’t it. Still, he did as he was told and entered the house, shutting the door behind him. A small part of him was tempted to turn around and leave, but a bigger part knew that it would be smart to stay and hear what his sister had to say. Bracing himself, Hunter followed Frankie up the stairs and to the bedroom she was staying in. Pushing past her, he settled himself on the edge of the bed and shrugged out of his jacket, deciding that he might as well make himself comfortable. “This bedroom is tiny.” He noted, not quite used to leaving the Hollingsworth mansion and visiting the homes of other people. It was irrelevant, though. Hunter was just talking to try and ease the tension that was so clearly there. “I could probably fit six of these rooms into my room.” The boy continued, glancing around with no real interest. He wouldn’t ever actually admit to it, but he was worried about what Frankie was about to say to him. He was scared to face the fact that his family wasn’t perfect. “I guess we aren’t here to discuss bedroom sizes, though. We’re here to talk about why you still haven’t come home. So, hit me with your best excuse.” He practically spat, wanting to feel anything but the anxiety and fear that was gripping at his heart.
starlightfrankie:
Frankie was still staying at Lola’s. She felt slightly better since texting with Miles and telling him everything. It had been good for her to talk to her brother about that and for him to understand, but that didn’t mean she was free of guilt–she still hadn’t told Hunter. It was hard keeping the secret from her twin, especially now that she’d told Miles and Frankie knew the right thing to do would be to explain to Hunter. She just didn’t want to ruin Hunter’s perception of their father when Mr. Hollingsworth had not done anything to her twin. Frankie was doing her best to keep up the rouse that nothing was wrong in her normal every day life. She hadn’t told Lola or Shay about what happened, but they both knew because of the press photos, and the fact Frankie was still at Lola’s even though Halloween was almost there and Thanksgiving had long past. Frankie just felt better to be staying in a safe place with her friend than to have to go home and suffer whatever punishment her father would give her. Currently, Frankie was in pajamas and curled up on the couch in the Pacini living room watching some cheesy movie on Lifetime when the doorbell rang. Frankie got up and walked to the door, hoping to God it wasn’t her father coming to force her home as she feared he might try to do. Upon opening the door and seeing it was just Hunter, Frankie sighed with relief and smiled softly, “Hey Hunter. What brings you around here? Did you text me, my phone might be on silent if you did.”
Things were changing and Hunter didn’t like it. After his father’s little stunt at Degrassi’s Thanksgiving feast, Hunter had hoped things would return to normal in the Hollingsworth household, but had quickly realized that it had been foolish to hope for such a thing. How could things go back to normal when his father had so openly hurt his twin in a public setting? How could things go back to normal when his mother said nothing about the subject and offered Hunter nothing but excuses when he asked about it? How could it go back to normal when Frankie refused to return home? Then again, his family had never been normal. So, Hunter stopped hoping for some type or normality and simply kept to himself. He went through the days ignoring problems at hand, avoiding conversations that needed to be had, dodging duties that needed to be done. If he spent time thinking about how messy his family was and how he was purposely ignoring every issue in his life, then of course, things got harder. But as of late, he found his thoughts stuck on his twin. Maybe it was some weird twin thing or maybe it was the fact that he refused to sweep what happened at Thanksgiving under the rug, but Hunter found it impossible to go about things when he knew that Frankie was in some type of pain. She could play it off and push him away, but he knew there was something wrong. She hadn’t come home yet, and this was by far the longest she had ‘run away’. Sighing at the thought, Hunter pocketed his phone, grabbed a jacket, and was out the door before either of his parents could question where he was going. He would deal with them later. For now, he just wanted to make sure Frankie was something close to alright. Thankfully, Lola’s house wasn’t far. As a matter of fact, it took Hunter no less than twenty minutes to reach the pink-haired girl’s house and ring the doorbell. To his great relief, Frankie answered the door and not Lola. While he didn’t mind her sometimes, she wasn’t the one he had come to see. “I came to see you.” He informed her, ignoring her question. “Why haven’t you come home yet? It’s almost been two whole weeks.” Might as well get straight to the point.
biancaldesousas:
I just got a job working for a new dance company downtown. The great thing is I can just go right after school and teach and make money doing what I love. I mean I have to work with some bratty kids but maybe it wont be as bad as I think. It’ll be hip hop so we’ll be able to let out all our anger and energy into dance and not at each other.
Should this dance club thing fail, which it will, you can just take all these bratty children and turn it into a fight club. You’ll still get paid and they’ll get to work their anger out. It’s a win-win, if you ask me.
roryhrt:
My old schools never really did anything interesting for Halloween and it’s one of my favorite times of the year. So you can imagine how excited I was to know Degrassi’s got a pretty sweet Halloween movie night going. Definitely count me in. That is, if my dad will let me get off work early but he’s not heartless so I’m sure he will. Anything to get me socializing with people better.
PSA: Degrassi kids aren’t worth socializing with.
jcnnamiddleton:
I have an audition to perform every Saturday night at a coffee house! Ahh, I’m so excited! I mean it’ll suck having every Saturday taken away from me but I’ll get paid for it and I’ll be playing music so it wouldn’t be too bad, oh, and I would get extra tips if they like me well enough.
So, you’re getting paid to do what you love every Saturday night, but still felt the need to complain about it somehow? Amazing.
angiesdreams:
Oh, I see. Well…that’s…something, I guess. You don’t even like school or anything at all?
School oddly isn’t the worst thing to happen to me, but I’d still rather stay home than have to attend. Do you like school?
gracehtml:
Horror movies are pretty much the best kind of Halloween movies. There’s lots of horror movies to choose from to watch.
Well, yeah, but I wasn’t asking what type of genre you like. I mean, It’s a given that horror movies are the best type of Halloween movies, but what movies do you like? Saw, Halloween, Thirteen Ghosts, Ouija...?
zorivs:
I’m sorry, do you really think I’ll be working at some pathetic, geeky company? I’m not the type to bury my nose in a computer, but dream on. I know you’d sell your soul for some eye candy working for you, however you’ll be stuck with Ms. Red Head and… Baaz.
Oh no. You don’t actually think you’ll get a better career, do you? Eh, whatever. Continue to live in your fantasy world; it’ll just make it that much sweeter when you have to come beg me, Ms. Red Head, and Baaz for a job after you realize your life isn’t going anywhere.
candypacini:
Okay, so this haunted movie night thing sounds really cool or whatever, but I don’t know who to go as! Ugh. Estoy confundido! Like I can totally pull any costume off, but I don’t want to make the wrong decision. Halloween happens once a year, that’s it!
Go as Frenchy from Grease. You’ve already got the hair part down.
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Frankie: No worries, I already have most news media numbers blocked on my phone from shadowing dad. I'll just try to keep to myself for a while or something.
Hunter: Good luck, Frankenstein. Sorry you gotta deal with this.
[ anonymous sender 📲 maya matlin ]
Maya: You're such a jerk! Yeah, well mission accomplished. I'm annoyed and I hate you. I don't like hating people I don't know, but this seriously takes the cake for one of the meanest things someone's ever done to me. Zoe's a bitch, but I don't think she'd take it this far.
Maya: How about I just bring my phone to the cops instead?
Anon: Good. The feeling is rather mutual, if we're being honest. Please, Zoe's not smart enough to do anything like this. Also, you better get used to this if you ever wanna make it big. Fame doesn't come easy. Think of this as a warm up.
Anon: Go for it.
