Your parents had always threatened to send you to boarding school if you didn't shape up, but you never thought they would actually do it. Now while your classmates and friends are returning to classes within the next week, you and your parents are waiting at the airport for your delayed flight to begin boarding. You sit in silence next your father, who is staring with glazed over eyes at a word game on his iPad, and mother, who is quietly humming while reading an information packet from Hushcreek Boarding School for parents and new students. "Oh look at that," she says suddenly to no one in particular, "eighty eight percent graduation rate, most with classwork that can apply directly for local college credit." Your father grunts in response, and you sink down into your chair a little further. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, making you jump. You pull it out, and see the familiar number of a friend. "Oh, I thought we had taken care of that at the house," your mother says with a frown, reaching for your phone, "we're canceling your phone service. Don't worry dear, they have dorm phones. Call us from there if you need us." You open your mouth to protest right as a stewardess steps in front of the gate with a microphone, "thank you for being patient with us while we prepare your flight. We will start the process momentarily right after we have cleaned the airplane. If I could have passengers in sections A through D line up at the door, please..."


You and your companions of similar origin are to start school on the 17th, with new student orientation happening on the evening of the 16th. Hushcreek Boarding School exists for the "Unchallenged and Uninspired" - a boarding school designed for children that need further help - or discipline - while finishing high school. To prepare you for orientation on Monday, it is suggested that you fill out a quick bio of yourself to share at orientation.

I glance at the paper before me, wondering what to write about myself, if anything. But perhaps the more important thing is what to write it with. Pencils were always too finicky to use: they required constant sharpening and re-positioning of the tip. Its non-permanency is the only trait worth noting. No no, the script must be in pen. A nice semi-expensive ball-point pen. Who needs to erase anyway? A single strike out does quite nicely.

And black. The pen must be black.

Now, if I could only remember what I was doing. Oh right-- doing a bio thing. On second thought, why bother? Hopefully, this is not one of those conservative schools where everyone must fit into their definition of the model student or suffer discipline. It would do my unkempt hair quite an injustice. Rules, rules. There's always such inane rules, like having to wear shoes all of the time or sitting up straight in a rock-hard chair. How ever do they expect anyone to think in such an environment?

Forget it. I'm not doing it.

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I rolled my eyes as my father explained the situation. My mother, in tears, listened as he explained my latest felony burglaring conviction sent them over the roof.
I thought back to the day that started it all: I was 14 in the summer before freshman year. On the east side, my group of friends from middle school was the most feared. We pretty much spent every day of that summer stealing cigarettes, beating weird kids up, and playing StarCraft. I played Terran, and Tim's faggot ass played Protoss. I smacked his ass on the game on the daily that whole summer. When a kid at our school named Spencer challenged us, I 2raxed the fuck outta him then told him to meet us at the basketball court to duke it out. What we didn't expect? His friends. We were just chillin out, maxin', relaxin' all cool, an' all shootin some B-ball outside of the school, when a couple o' guys who were up to no good, started makin' trouble in my neighbourhood, I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said 'You're movin with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air!' I begged and pleaded with her day after day,but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way she gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket I put my walkman on and saig 'I´d might as well kick it!' First class, 'Yo, this ain't bad' drinkin orange juice out of a champange glass 'Is this what the people of Bel Air live like?' 'Hmm.. this might be allright!' The way I´d hear the percy, boots white and all I had to sit as I have a place of they just in this school cat 'I don´t think so', 'I see what i get there' I hope they´re prepared for the Prince of Bel Air! Well I, tha plain land and when I came out there was a dude look like a cop standin' there with my name out 'I ain´t trying to get arrested yet, 'I just got here' I sprang with the quickness like light has disappeared. I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said 'Fresh', and had dice in the mirror. If anything i could say that this cab was rare, but I thought 'Nah, forget it - Yo, home to Bel-Air!' I pulled up to the house at bout seven or eight, I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo home, smell ya later!' I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there! To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air!

"You know what, fuck you mom. I ain't no sped, and I sure as shit don't need to go to high school for retards." I wanted to say it, but couldn't get the words out of my mouth. Looking down, a stewardess had given me a sheet of notepad paper with instructions utilizing five different fonts that in no way go with each other, so terribly designed that it looks like a church newsletter and the composer of it just discovered you could use something other than Times New Roman, telling me to fill out some info about myself.

Ah-ha! I can rebel and put false information! It's not my name, but I write down Dikemba Mutombe. Hahahaha! Take that, Hushcreek!

Suddenly my blood flows from one head to the other. I'm overcome by a spontaneous erection despite a lack of arousal, and I'm wearing basketball shorts. SHIT.

On August first, two-thousand-one
I cycled to Scott's house with a BB gun
We were almost twelve, but we looked thirteen
He had baby-blue eyes that I shot him between
Nature provides for us a safety net
Whatever we do, we can never forget

I live with it every day
Even though we moved away
Our yesterdays are on a loop;
A marathon of heartbreaking moments
I live with it every day
For every step I have to pay
The only thing that they can't take:
The guild that spirals in my wake

The day they found me asleep on the floor
Engine running, closed garage door
Was the day the For Sale sign arrived on the lawn
Two weeks later, and we were gone
Everyone falls through time and the funnel it makes
But I'm staying here inside my biggest mistake

The love I put away
Like games that children play
The hearts you choose to break
Like cars dumped in the lake
The laugh lines on your face
The life I won't embrace
The cold house I won't leave
The guests I won't receive

wait are we all playing the same character?

You guys suck.

I like long walks on the beach, a lit fireplace crackling quietly when I relax, and I enjoy tea every day at noon. Two lumps, please.

Why are you obsessed with these, Kame? You know they never work.

This is a website based around a hobby that you are all obsessed with even though nothing is ever completed of value. I find this topic very fitting.

Backstory:
In the time shortly before 1993, there were those within the sinister city of Soxun who did not agree with the evils perpetrated by the Soxian City Council. The City Council had just put down a coup attempt from the self-proclaimed Mayor Raschallion, and a crackdown on any form of dissent against the new city council was underway. These political and social outcasts, known as the Gray Order, sought to leave their neighbors in peace as they committed terrible crimes. The leaders of this outcast society were a married couple: Gregori Hastur, the Gray Guy, and his wife Amoline, the Shadow Bitch. Together they led an exodus of pedophiles and other social outcasts from Soxun, resettling their followers beyond the city limits to the northern reaches of Canada. Though survival was a challenge at times, the Gray Order's colony managed to thrive in a land where so many others would have failed.

Years after the exodus, Gregori and Amoline had a child: Arnie. Early on, Arnie's parents knew there was something special about their son. At the age of two, Arnie miraculously choked a bear with his bare hands - a ferocious denizen of the petrified forests outside the colony - turning it into his pet. To this day he keeps his bear ''Timbers'' by his side, often keeping him tied up and on a leash to be carried like a child's toy. The combination of Arnie's lineage and the strange location of his birthplace have given this little boy tremendous muscles. It is this same boy who now finds himself as one of the most sought-after people within the Hushcreek Boarding School - even by the school officials that would have expelled him had his parents not paid them a substantial bribe to take him.

''Arnie may be one of the most aggressive students ever to walked in this school's halls. I shudder to think of his capabilities when he becomes an adult.'' - School Counselor Jamal Jenkins

"ARNIE iZ SuM rEEL tHuG SHyT nigguh. y4 FuK W1t h1M y4 fuKKiN y0 0WN 4ZZ UP" ^[sic] - Arnie's ex-girlfriend Latifah Dominique

"You niggas seen mah nigga Timbers?" ^[sic]- Arnie

Details:
Age: 18
Height: 233 cm
Weight: 255 kg
Eye Color: Greener than turning off the solar powered lights when you leave a room
Hair Color: Blacker than a sheet of carbon nanotubes that captures nearly every last photon of every wavelength of light.
Hair Style: Curlier than hair after being curled by hair curlers. Longer than a really long pencil.
Race / Nationality: 1/2048 Afghan, 3/2048 Irish, 2/2048 Polish, 1/2048 Ukrainian, 5/2048 German, 1/2048 American Indian, 4/2048 Afro Brazilian, 1/2048 Akha, 4/2048 Garinuga, 2/2048 Mundurucu, 3/2048 Inuit, 2/2048 Sarakatsuni, 1/2048 Chilcotin, 2/2048 Yaghan, 1/2048 Mansis, 63/64 African
Clothing Preference: Black suits
STR: 95.25
DEX: 310
CON: 1716
INT: 3.14159265
WIS: 80.5
CHA: 30
COM: >9000

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