Post by Kiersten on Nov 7, 2023 10:49:02 GMT -6
Fight
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You're afraid
Like I make my deals with the devil
You've been at it for years
Name: Kristopher Raoul Thomes
Birthday: May 25
Age: 15
Grade: Freshman
Orientation: Straight
Status: Single
Playby: Christopher Mason
But couldn't reach that next level
Let's keep it real
This is no competition to me
![[Pic]](https://i.ibb.co/jTZwqpp/11.png)
I speak the truth
And everybody else knows it
So set your ego to the side
Kristopher watched the house seemingly rise from the ground as they drove slowly down the dirt path. He could see the light still on in his room, but the rest of the house was dark. He cursed under his breath, realizing his parents weren’t awake yet, he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. The cop car came to a stop before the front porch, causing the motion detective light to flood the driveway.
“Stay here.” Officer Frond stepped out of the car, leaving Kristopher with his partner who he noticed was snoring.
Kristopher didn’t plan on stopping him, he was an old family friend, and was his best option to avoid Juvie. He’d keep his mouth shut, act like a good kid that his parents thought he was, and when he turned eighteen, he would just disappear. He looked out the window of the patrol car as officer Frond stepped onto the porch just as his dad opened the front door, spotted him in the back seat, and shook his head.
“Doesn’t look good kid.” The officer in the passenger seat chuckled, watching the same thing Kristopher saw.
Kristopher glared at the back of the headrest, but knew the guy was right. His parents have had it with his behavior, he knew. He worried that he’d be sent off to Military School like they threatened before, his only hope was Officer Fronds influence. It felt like hours before the door to the back seat was opened and his father pulled him out by the arm. He was given ten seconds for the officer to take the handcuffs off before his father was dragging him by the collar into the house.
“It’s not what you think.” Kristopherstarted to say, even though he’d snuck out to fool around with a girl. She’d been the one to stop the original planned and came up with skinny dipping in the fountain. He didn’t get in the water with her, wondering what drugs she was on, but unfortunately, he stayed long enough to get caught.
“Skinny dipping in the fountain…” His mother sounded so sad and disappointed; Kristopher felt his shoulders slump a little.
“I didn’t even go into the fountain; it was all Emily.” He stated, though knew it wasn’t worth it. He could see his parents had already made the decision; he was bound for military school he knew it.
His father paced back and forth before finally turning, looming over him as he sat at the kitchen table. “You have one more chance to make a change Kristopher,” his voice was stern and steady, but Kristopher could hear it laced with anger. “Mountain Ridge, with your brother, cousin, and uncle. Or you go to Military school.”
Kristopher opened his mouth to protest but knew this was his only choice. He closed his mouth as he thought about his choices. Military school would be the worst, but he knew Rosco would hold him accountable and wouldn’t let him out of his site. “He’s not my brother, we all know this.” He stated as he stood up, having known a lot longer that he wasn’t his brother. “But I’ll go to Mountain Ridge.” He figured he could be good enough while there. He’d just had to survive two years.
“Don’t say that.” His mother’s tone was still sad, but there was conviction in it. He didn’t see the point in being upset about Rosco, he was still apart of the family, but the lie was in the open now, what was the point in pretending anymore.
“You’ll pack a suitcase tomorrow; I’ll get you registered in the morning.” With that, his father turned, wrapped his arm around his mother, and walked back to bed, leaving Kristopher alone.
He was used to that though.
And just get the fuck over it
Can't waist my time
On hateful people like you
Can't waist my time
On hateful people like you
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I just cant believe
Its really come to this
◆Easygoing◆ [Loner] ◆Charming◆ [Competitive] ◆Observant◆ [Rebellious] | ◄Personality Traits |
Likes ► | Playing music, his friends, presents, coffee, fall weather, Harry Potter, video games, rain |
Boredom, math, mosquitoes, clutter, foul odor, cheating, lying, fishing, headaches | ◄Dislikes |
Hey, hey
Still got somethin' left to say
Only one in the world
Still got somethin' left to say
Only one in the world
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I depend on is me
I need nothin' from no one
I take what I need
The Acquaintances:
- Ethan Blakemore - Roommate
- None
- None
- None
- Arnold Lasse (Grandfather)
- Tia Lasse (Grandmother)
- Gregory Thomes (Father)
- Moira Thomes (Mother)
- Stephanie Jensen (Aunt)
- Aleah Lasse (Aunt)
- Leo Lasse (Uncle)
- Charlie Lasse (Uncle)
- Markus Lasse(Uncle)
- Beck Lasse (Uncle)
- Rosco Thomes (Brother - Cousin)
- Vaya Jensen (Cousin)
is anybody else listening?
Outta sight, outta mind
Is what you'll always be
![[Pic]](https://i.ibb.co/g9hCWjn/14.jpg)
Outta sight, outta mind
Is what you'll always be
(Oh) I hold my cards to my chest
I laid my life on the line
So I expect nothing less from you
