Who wants to help write a successful book?
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Thread Topic: Who wants to help write a successful book?
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Ok
To put everything clear, are there any really specific events you’d like to have? If so, could you put them in an order of when they happen? That may help lay out what the goals are so it’s easier to figure out how to get there -
Obviously, she just broke up with Andrew, and Mackenzie. So, we need to add some family stuff to it, so let your imagination go. This is just a go along story.
I’m planning a trip to her grandparents house, where the dad was hoping would take her away from modern ‘nonsense’. Her grandmother is super homophobic and the grandfather is supper supportive in whatever she decides.
She figures out her identity as non-binary and her attraction to all genders.
She finds out Avery is a celebrity girl from LA… she eventually gets dumped by her because of Avery’s publicity.
And whatever you think could work.?! -
Can Avery have like, really horrible parents? Like, worse than Amanda's family dynamic? Just want some extra stuff there I guess.
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Totally! Let’s do it! Her mom can be a drunk, and gets out of control, and her dad never comes home, hence Avery’s unwillingness to hang out with people and her paranoia. She never knew him, and when he did come home he wasn’t literally ever at home since they don’t have space in their apartment so he gets a hotel room.
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That sounds awesome! Lets do it!
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Yay.
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Anyway, back to the story....
"So you broke up with Andrew?" Samuel asked, deliberately changing the subject. I nodded. "Ok." He replied, and we both sat in silence until I blurted out, "Sam, did you ever think that... That I was gay?"
He shrugged. "I mean, Mackenzie told me his suspicions, but you know how he is with that kind of stuff." -
"were you kissing Avery?" he prods on tentatively. "i...i.." i stutter, and then suddenly he starts stuttering out, "if you were, its totally fine. i'm completely supportive in whatever you do." he gets quiet.
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"Well... Yeah, I kinda did." I say. I couldn't keep a secret from Samuel if I wanted to. "How'd you know?"
"Er, well-" It was his turn to be embarrassed. "Andrew sort of told me everything."
"What do you mean, EVERYTHING?" I said, feeling angry Andrew was such a tattletale. "Tell me everything he said, word for word." -
"um... well..." he whispers. "he kind of vented on me, more than telling me anything..." it was that moment that i saw the bruise creeping up his chin and the awkward way he was sitting. as i look, i continue to see more damage on my older brother. His shoulder looked tossed back like it been twisted around a bit. his lip was slightly swollen, and a bruise creeped under his long sleeved arms. "what did he do to you, Sam?!"
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He shrugged, which must've been really painful seeing how his shoulder looked. "Nothing too bad," He said, but I knew he was lying.
"Sam, look at yourself!" I cried. "He hurt you!"
Samuel looked at me, eyes shining with unshed tears. "Amanda, you can't let mom and dad see." He whispered. "They'd think I was in a fight, and who knows what Andrew would do if he found out I told you anything." -
I reluctantly agreed. "Fine, but how are we supposed to hide this from him?" Samuel, instead of answering, walked over to the bathroom and grabbed a pair of our stepmom's makeup kits. "Makeup?" I asked, half joking. "Really?"
He only popped it open and grabbed the brush thing, choosing a color that almost perfectly matched his skin tone, and brushed it over his bruises. They seemed to fade away, covered by the makeup. The way he moved so quickly, it was almost like he'd done it before...
"I have." He said, seeming to read my thoughts, the way he always did. "I have done it before."
My hands flew over my mouth. "What do you mean, done it before? Andrew's done it before?!" -
He folds in, and i relent slightly. Samuel lifts up his shirt to reveal bruises up and down his chest and shoulders. "Samuel! no amount of makeup is going to fix that much bruising!" he looks away and pulls a piece of paper from his shirt pocket. He puts it in his jeans and i become suspicious. What does the paper say?
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"Sam, what does the paper say?" I ask sternly. He looks at me nervously. "It's nothing." He lied. I turned to look at the other bruises all over him. "How much did he do this to you?" I asked, reaching out for a purpleish bruise training down his back. He turns around, wincing. "I don't remember. Long time ago."
"Why would he do this?" I ask as I keep looking at his injuries. He shrugged. -
I sit there and stare at him. He is looking at his feet, and I get nostalgia. Why am I the one telling him what to do? Sure it’s nice to be the boss, but, what the heck am I supposed to do about this?! My ex is beating my older brother! “Normally I put makeup on when your sleeping or gone…” he says, and I glare at him in horror. “You move a lot in your sleep…” he says with a hint of forced humor. I smile a little.
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