Boarding School for Troubled Teens (Open (Guys Wanted))

( Oh no, dont!)

//oh okay. good

Elliot held out a hand. "Well, Zoe, how are you?" He asked, happy that she had actually responded and not ignored him completely like some people did.

"Garbage thanks." She responded back. How long is this going to take? She pondered.

Elliot awkwardly put down his hand. "I can relate. A lot, at the moment actually." He said, but still continued to smile at her.

"Why did you get sent here!" She asked as she turned around to look at him.

Elliot shrugged. "Multiple reasons actually. Stealing, I ran away from sixteen foster homes, I have a history of flirting with everyone in sight, and I act "terrible" around adults. So, yeah. You?" He said this casually as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

(I'm kinda on)

Elliot shrugged. "Multiple reasons actually. Stealing, I ran away from sixteen foster homes, I have a history of flirting with everyone in sight, and I act "terrible" around adults. So, yeah. You?" He said this casually as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"I was a national fugitive. My home got bombed, ran away from all my foster homes, blamed everything that happened on me including the incident in Chicago. That kind of stuff." She explained.

Hey, Can I Join?

Hey, Can I Join?

(Yes)

Form
Name: Darren Caffrey
Age (15-19): 15
Sexuality: Homosexual
Appearance: Half Filipino, Half Caucasian. Dark curly hair. Forest Green Eyes. 5'8". Skinny (underfed) yet still muscular. Thick almost triangular eyebrows. Light birthmark on back of neck hardly noticed with tan.
Personality: Manipulative, Cunning, Charming, Convincing, almost Sociopathic conman.
Reason for being here: Robbing banks, jewelry stores, and museums. Is also one of the best forgers in the country. –>Has made counterfeit money, ID's, art, bonds, ect. Along with being a lying, manipulative con man.
Other: Both parents were killed in front of him when he was 5, so him and his brother, Chuck, had to move in with their uncle John(dad's brother) who was abusive to both boys and beat Chuck to death. Darren carries the trama with him causing him to be cold to others and not consider their feelings. He closes people out because he doesn't want to let them in only to be hurt like he was in the past.

Jacob was by himself in the back of the library. He didn't like the people here, he didn't want to be there. It wasn't his fault he was. He was framed. But No one believed him, and there he was. Jacob curled within himself more and nibbled on his sandwhich. He wiped his tears away and sniffed

Zanna looked at Paige, "Probably was some drugs in there."

Darren approached Jacob slowly; cautiously. "Hey man, you okay?" Darren's voice came out unexpectedly shaky and nervous.

Jacob's head snapped up and he looked up at the boy like a deer caught in headlights. "W-what?" He stuttered.

"Are you okay," Darren repeated a little more confidently.

"You seem upset." Darren sat down next to Jacob

"Notice how I'm not eating," Zanna gestured to the space in front of her.

"And here's the difference between us," Zanna stated, "Starvation and Drugs."

"Remind me again why I haven't hit you yet?" Zanna asked.

"U-uh, u-um…." Jacob's cheeks flushed. He shoved his sandwhich in his mouth to shut himself up.

The boys sat in near perfect silence for a few minutes until Darren grew restless again. "So how'd you get here?" "You didn't kill anyone did you?" Darren joked.