In Session {A high school role play}

[yuki]

It had been so long ago that his father had gave up his custody to his mother. He was so young at that age that he didn't know what to think. Big, dark green eyes stared up at the picture of the man that he never knew when he arrived at his mother's house. A gentle hand swept through his hair and said, "Come, dear. Its time for your nightly bath." it was the voice of his mother, who had shortly went to prostitution when his father stopped paying child support.

Pale eyelids were solid over his green eyes, and they twittered every now and then. Flashbacks filtered through Oliver's mind as he slept in his untidy, blue and black striped bed. His head hung slightly off the edge and saliva snaked its way out of his mouth, dripping to loose sheets of paper that he had carelessly tossed aside after scribbling some creature out of boredom. His black hair was in a mess, as he usually rolled around in his sleep.

He saw his father. He was around five when he last saw him. James, his father, was lifting Oliver into the air to do "The Airplane" that Oliver loved so much. Oliver was smiling then and appeared to be happy. James lifted Oliver over many objects and was laughing right along with Oliver.

Oliver remembers his father saying, "I will always be here for you, son." Then, in a blink of an eye, it was all gone. Swirling down the drain, every word, every action taken by his once-loving father. He was six then, and his father was giving up custody of Oliver. Oliver remembers that James said he wasn't Oliver's real father and that he was only taking care of him because he had nothing better to do with his time.

Oliver started to shed tears when Teresa, his mother, was pulling away from James' house and out of the neighborhood that Oliver never saw again until he was sixteen. He had revisited the neighborhood several weeks after his mother's death. She had told Oliver about what James did when he was young and told him where it happened.

He stood outside his old house, his hands were in his faded blue jeans pocket and his black hair was still in a mess. He hardly ever brushed it after getting out of bed. He was told by his mother that James died several months after giving up custody, but he though that was just a cover up and really didn't believe it.

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A knock came on Oliver's door. "Oliver, dear, time to get up!" it was his aunt who he had recently moved in with. Oliver slightly twitched and replied with a mumbled, " okay.."

Oliver grunted and rolled off his bed, landing on his back in his messy, clothes-covered bedroom. He pulled himself up by clenching his hands around his sheets. The knock came again. "Oliver, come on and get up. Breakfast is ready." Oliver sneezed. "I'm up, woman!" he grunted again and stood up, ruffling his already messy hair with his almost pale hand and looked around with sleepy green eyes.

He grabbed a pair of baggy, faded blue jeans from his drawer and pulled out a baggy black shirt from his closet. He stared silently as the hanger fell to the floor. Oliver shrugged his shoulders and pulled on the clothes he picked out. He grabbed his i-pod and headphones from his desk and headed out his room door and down the stairs to the kitchen.

"Morning Aunt Melanie." he put on a tired smile, but it faded just as quickly as it appeared. "Good morning, Oliver." she replied, her voice was innocent. Melanie and her husband, John, were very religious people and had many different figures and pictures of Jesus and Mary the Virgin throughout their house. They are good Christians and go to Church every Sunday and Wednesday.

Oliver grabbed a bagel from the table, his bag, which he slung over his shoulder, and pulled on his ragged black shoes. "I'm off now." he said and headed out the door. The Harris' yard was decorated nicely in shrubs with full-bloomed flowers, and many different, colorful and vivid flowers.

Oliver headed down the street, placing his headphones to his ear and turning on his headphones, and went toward school. He hated school, but he was rather decent at it. Ever since his parents died, he has promised his deceased parents' that he would finish school and get a good career going, possibly open his own business. His relatives were rooting for him also.

Oliver came into view of the school and headed up the cement stairs to the doors that blocked out the real world. He let out a sigh and put his i-pod into his pocket and pushed open the brass doors to the school. He glanced around slowly and headed through the corridors, his shoes squeaking slightly with every step taken.

[Malice In Wonderland]

It had only been one week ago when she had died. Her sweet kind Mother whom she loved so dearly. She remembered once at her Aunt Cynthia's funeral. Her cousin had been left in her mothers custody but her Aunt's will."Don't worry Jimmy..." She had said. "My mom will never die and we can live with her forever..." She said to him hugging him. She had only been five her cousin four. Children thought everything lasted forever. From the Ice Cream sitting in the freezer to their mother. "but Now I don't have a dad.." Jimmy said crying. His dad ran off with his older brother thats what caused Cynthia had crashed in her car. "I don't either but we have BIG Jimmy...." She said. "And he's better than any stupid father..hes like and older brother cross with a father! isn't that cool?" She asked him. He sniffled his mood lightened. "yeah.." he said. Her mother walked over. "Come along children.." Her mother said. "Okay Mommy..' She had replied. "Okay Aunt Suzanne..."Jimmy had said.

She membered the funeral. "I'm sorry..I am so sorry.." Several people told her and her cousin. "Why did Kelly die?" Jimmy asked. "Because she had lung cancer from Smokeing..." She said. "But..Kelly had always seemed so healthy...." He said. "I know...but out only living reilitice is in England and my mom wanted me to live in the states and Damn it..I'll do it if it kills me.." She said. He nodded. "Me too.." he said. "We could live with John.." She offered as a few more people sympathetically smiled at them. he pulled her into a smaller room and closed and locked the doors. "JOHN SMITH?! CRIMSON ARE YOU INSANE?!" He yelled at her.

Luck the room was sound proof both ways. "NO! Jimmy...its our only choice..that or go to England take your pick!" She said. "What about Big Jimmy?" he asked. their uncle had never, mentally been his age. So say he was 21 he was 17 or younger in his mind. He knew how old he was and could work but he couldn't hold a job down. "He's living with grandma..she can't afford us too.." She said to him. "Crimson..this is..like..crawling to Satin himself for help!" he told her. "I know..but he's our last chance. Its that or street.." She said. "John.." he said sinking to the floor.
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Her gray blue eyes fluttered open at the sound of banging on her door. "Coming..' She said. She walked over it was John. She had lived there for a week now. "Honey it's time to get dressed.." he said. She cringed. "Please don't call me that..." She said as she searched though her closet for something to wear. She pulled out as black shirt with 'Don't Touch Me!' on the front on bold white lettering with a white box around the words then on the back it said 'Seether' a pair of black ripped jeansarodrn her legs. She slipped them on in the closet along with her shows that was written all over with such words as 'I'm The End of You','Bitch','I'll kill you then me..' and other things.


"Why do you wear those shoes?" John asked her. "Simple John...because ti resembles my favourite singers favourite dress..why else would I buy hot pink and white shoes?' She asked. Jimmy walked in dressed kin his normal KISS tee shirt and a pair of blue jeans. They were slightly loose. "Whats that?' John asked pointed to a picture above her bed. "Our Lady of Fantima.." She said.


She was Catholic as was her cousin. She knew her father, John, was hardly religious but her cousin didn't. "You don't know who our lady of Fatima is?" he asked. "He's not Catholic.." She said to him. "Still.." he walked down stairs. "Why don't you like me?' John asked her when he was gone. "Maybe when you cheated on my mom had Jordan with another woman, while you were still married to my mother, I started to not like you then...." She said. She grabbed her inhaler and slipped it into her pocket. She started to walk down the stairs, halfway down she turned to look back, "But I can never hate you.." She said then continued walked. "Hey Crimson!" A younger, by one and a half years, girl said. "Hi Jordan!" She hugged her younger half-sister. "Hi Crimson!" Jordan's mother, Crimson's step mother, said to her. "Hi Ronda......" She said hugging her smiling. She she was the reason John left. But he had lied to her saying her was not married. When she found out he was she wanted to leave him fully but found out she was pregnant with Jordan and knew she had ton have help to support the poor child. Crimson respected her like her own mother and she treated her just as well.


"Thanks ROnda.." She said after grabbing a piece of toast. "Thanks!" Jimmy said. "Well, we'll be back after school.." Crimson said grabbing her things. Jordan jumped up. "Wait for me.." She said as she ran after her. Jordan was near the door and about to Open it when, "Your Uncle Richard is coming over later..' Ronda said. Crimson smiled slightly. She had always like him. The group walked out and on their way to the High School. "Its been a while since I've been to Illinois((Mind that state?))..." She said. "Yeah, we used to live in texas.." Jimmy said. As they walked Crimson brushed her mid-back length black hair, dyed, as Jordan brushed her strawberry blond hair. ((Sorry its bad.....I hope its good enough though..sorry for typos this was just throw together in a hurry we are about to leave on a two hour trip back to my house and a lot has to been done!^^ See ya later Yuki-Kun!))

[paranoid212]

It was about eleven years ago that she was taken. She could barely remember him. She could barely remember her. All she about them was that they were her parents, they hated her, and they hit her. At the time she though it was normal. She thought all children got punished this way. She was wrong. Of course, what five year old is right? She also remembered a boy. About her age. Maybe a year or two older.
A brother? A friend? A cousin? She didn't know. She only knew that he stood up for her. If they threatened her, he would speak up. It usually only made things worse. They both got hit. Not just her. She remembered his name was Phil. He disappeared about a year before she was taken away.
Her father was a drunk and a drug addict. He came home drunk at least three times, if not more, a week. Some nights he would come home high. He did many drugs, heroin, marijuana, cocaine, and a couple others. He always kept a stash of at least one drug in his room. The refrigerator usually didn't have much food. It usually held beer. When it did hold food, they refused to give her much, if any at all.
Her mother did drugs also. She didn't drink as much as he did. She didn't have a real job either. She worked on the streets. She was what you could call a prostitute, a hooker. All she did for money was have sex with men. Occasionally other stuff too. She made good money off it, but spent it on drugs or food. See, they didn't buy food for in the house very often. They usually ate out or ate at a friend's house.
Alannah's parents never spoke much about or to her. They were too wrapped up in their own lives. After Phil disappeared the beatings got worse. She was beat for many reasons. If she breathed too loud, if she stole food, if she made any noise at night.
When Alannah turned five she found a friend named Amethyst. Amethyst was about nine years old. She saw the cuts and bruises and told her mom that Alannah was being beaten by her parents. Amethyst's mom believed her and told her to sneak out the next night and get Alannah.
One night at about midnight while Alannah's parents were in bed Amethyst tapped on the window of Alannah's room. Alanna opened the window and was told to follow Amethyst. They quietly headed to Amethyst's house where her mom was waiting. She looked at Alannah's bruises and cuts and asked questions.
Who did this? When did they do this? Why? All these and many more were asked. When Alannah told her that her parents really had done this Alannah was told to go back home and that everything would be alright.
The next morning a social worker arrived and talked to Alannah and her alcoholic parents. Later that afternoon Alannah was taken from her parents. Her house. Her home.
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"Alannah, honey, time to get up." said a voice. She opened her eyes to see her foster mother, Lindsy, standing at the door. She flicked on the light switch.
"It's to early!" Alannah said putting her pillow over her head. She peeked under the pillow at the clock.
Five forty five!
"Come on Alannah. Don't be difficult." Lindsy said walking over to her. She pulled the pillow off Alannah's head and the blankets off her body.
"Okay! I'm up!" Alannah said standing up. Her shoulder length, thin, light brown hair was messy. Her blue eyes tired. She was wearing a pair of pink cheering shorts and a long Insane Clown Posse t-shirt that her ex-boyfriend gave her.
Weighing only one hundred and fifteen pounds she stood at about five feet five inches. She was a cheer leader and proud of it.





OoC||

I will continue this later.