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[isaac mason brexton]

Isaac stood in the garden. Day two and he still barely knew anyone here but then he didn't exactly go out of his way to get to know them either. Isaac had better things to do like smoking and drinking. Sure, alcohol was more difficult to come by here but as far as he was concerned the legal drinking age in England was 18 and he was 18 so who cares where he was or what the laws were here, he should be allowed. He felt he had the right but that didn't make it any easier. Fortunately, he still had his cigarettes and being 18, they couldn't stop him buying them.

Walking through the ground, Isaac had no intentions of doing anything productive today. He just wanted to be outside for a while. Pulling out cigarette, Isaac stopped to look around. He had seen the lake and he had seen the courtyard. It was all pretty normal, nothing all that interesting to see. Lighting his cigarette, he shoved the lighter back into the pocket of his tight black jeans, the rips in them only adding to the look. His shirt was black with the sex pistols written on it, only the print was fading from how much he wore it. They were also a size too big with the sleeves torn off.

Approaching the gardens, Isaac took a drag of his cigarette, looking around. Flowers weren't something he was particularly interested in and Isaac expected to just have a quick look around and find some where else to go explore. However, it wasn't quite quick visit he was expecting. The British teenager stopped for a second when he spotted a flower bed full of white daisies.

He looked so out of place there but it didn't matter to him. Isaac would never admit it but he missed his family. He didn't want to leave but it was what was best. His grandparents didn't want him around and they decided that if his parents would 'let' him go away for a while and perhaps take the time to grow out of this 'phase' then they would help his family financially and with his sister, they needed it.

Kara was only eight years old and she had down syndrome and the school that the money would pay for would really help her so it was for her that Isaac was doing this and as it happens, Kara loved daisies very much and seeing them in the garden made Isaac think of her. Reaching out, he ran a hand over the petals of one of the daisies while his other hand brought his cigarette to his lips as he took another drag.

[bella]

What if everyone admitted to the crimes that they did? What if no one committed any crimes? What if, under the constitution of the United States, any and all crimes were punishable by death? Would anyone be where they were today? Certainly there would be no prison. There would be no place to go for committing a crime except to the executioner who would then kill you without a second thought. Maybe the world would be a better place. Or maybe, some of the innocent would be killed while the criminals got away. That's what would have happened to me, Anthony O'Reilly. Killed without a second thought. Maybe it's a good thing that the Constitution states that you may not be automatically killed if you have committed a crime.

Of course, I should have been killed right away. Sure, I didn't do anything wrong, but everyone that had seen the actual crime happen had said that I had been the one to do it. Ironic, huh? Just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and bam. Just like that, you are put in jail for life. Well, unless your parents are filthy stinkin' rich. Then you have another option. You have the option to move to a different town and start your life over again, trying to forget the past. Then again, maybe if I had stayed in jail, my brother might not have been shot and killed. Something like that was hard to shake off. I couldn't help but think if I had just stayed in jail, they wouldn't have moved to this horrid town, and my brother might still be with my. My closest brother.

And of course, being a middle child of eight -well, seven now- had it's advantages and disadvantages. For instance, an advantage could possibly be that you are hardly noticed among your siblings. Yet, that could also be a bad thing. Ever since being sent to prison, though, I was glad to have a large family. Plus, the larger the family, the more shoulders to lean on. Though now that Martin was gone, I didn't really have many siblings that I could cry to. For example, the twins, Scott and Carolina, were only fourteen, and they didn't know much about comforting their older siblings, Zenon was six and Lucas was eight, so they didn't really know much of anything. Really the only two people that I had were ConnOr and William, but they were both older than me and reminded me too much of Martin.

It was hard to have a large family and still not have anyone to cry to. Then again, with moving to Hawthorne Academy, I hadn't really seen any of my siblings too much. I knew that they all went here -except for Zenon and Lucas- because, in reality, we all had problems. Mine? Hah. Funny you ask because it is sexual addiction. After Martin was killed, I started to feel unloved, and that led to the wanting to have sex. It would make me feel better. It did make me feel better. But it was more feeling better about myself then anything. I think that part of me wanted to impress Martin and to show him that I really was a sexy beast, but part of me just really liked the thought and feeling of sex. Since moving to Hawthorne, though, no one seemed to care about me. They all just seemed to make fun of my name. Anthony. They stated that it was a guy's name and that I was a trans gender for having such a name. But Annie wasn't a guy's name, was it now?

I sighed as I walked through the gardens, exploring and looking around at the many flowers that sprouted. Flowers were such beautiful things, colorful and growing in all shapes and designs. They were wonderful things, mostly symbolizing peace and happiness. At least, that's what I thought of when I saw them. Some people hated flowers and I had always wondered why. What was there to hate about a flower? I shook my head and looked up, examining the people in the gardens. The normal people: girls just looking at the flowers, a few guys prowling around searching for the right girl to snatch and take back to their dorm, a few nerds here and there who were studying the flowers and taking down notes. All the same. And then someone caught my eye and I started walking toward him for God only knows what reason.

Ripped jeans, ripped t-shirt, a cigarette in hand. I could just tell that he probably wasn't good news, and yet, he was looking at some white daisies, not studying them like a nerd, not looking for any girls, just looking at them. I walked up beside him and looked down at the daisies as well. What I saw in them was probably different then what he saw, but I saw my brother, Martin. I saw him laughing and playing with me when we were younger. And suddenly he stopped, right next to a pure white daisy. He plucked it and wove it into my hair saying, 'A pure soul will never die.' I bit my lip hard, trying to force the tears to stay back as I spoke to the guy that I had approached. "Daisies are beautiful, wouldn't you agree?" I said, thinking of how terrible saying that was to try and start a conversation.

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been a long cold 934. lonely winter finished. feels like years Isaac. since its been clear ]too lazy to make . slowly melting hope you don't mind me posting here. also, you don't have to meet 900 words if you can't or don't want to. i promise my posts will grow shorter. its alright REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0

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[isaac mason brexton]

Zac didn't particularly care what was around him. Sure there were a few other people around but what did he care? If anything tried to say anything he didn't like he'd just react negatively and sort it out with fists or well, really cruel words. Either way, there wasn't likely to be a repeat of it and that was good enough for him.

Zac turned when he heard her voice. He hadn't heard her coming. Did he let his guard down that much? Well that wasn't good.. Wasn't particularly safe either in a place like this. He had seen a few people he wouldn't want to go up against, of course knowing Zac he'd forget it as soon as the right moment came, and just dive right into a bad situation. It was what he was known for, always getting caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was how word got around and later he was connected to the grandparents that he had never even met. They were the ones that send him here but he was the one that didn't fight to stay. All in all, it was his fault he was here and thus, there was no reason to complain about it.

"What? No," the British teen said almost too quickly as he pulled his hand away from the flower and turned around looking a little angry as though he didn't like the accusation... Accusation? Could a flower really be 'accused' of being 'beautiful'? That didn't sound right, did it? No matter, he wasn't about to let himself get associated with a flower.

Isaac would have walked away at this point and he did turn to leave but he glanced back at the girl. Had he missed something? Yeah... She looked sad.. Why? It was like she was about to cry but what did he care? Zac wasn't the type to care, he was the type to yell a lot and hit first then ask questions later. He wasn't about to stop and see if she was okay...

"You alright?" he asked, against his better judgment. He didn't care.. At least that was what he told himself. He shouldn't even have been in here, this was all out of boredom and boredom was evil because look where it got him. Talking to some girl who looks sad and then he couldn't just leave..

[bella]

I stared at the daisies as if watching them long enough could bring my brother back to me. Of course, it couldn't. It would only bring back the beautiful memories that I had shared with him. Staring at these daisies, pure white and lovely, would only make me horrifically sad. Depressed even. I had not been diagnosed with depression, but I knew the symptoms, and, ever since Martin had died, I could tell that they were expressing themselves in me. Self-blame was a big part in bringing on depression, but who else did I have to blame for his death? I could possibly blame the guy who had shot him, but it was my fault that we had been at that damned gas station anyway.

I could never go back there after that night, and often found myself going extremely out of my way to avoid it. I couldn't even go back to my hometown. There were too many memories there. Of course, in this school, you didn't go home. most people's parents didn't want them. Actually, my parents didn't either, but it would have been nice to be able to see them. Maybe just one more time... I shook my head and turned back to the guy as he responded fairly quickly to my comment. I took a small step back and shook my head, staring at him in slight confusion for a moment before speaking. "Oh... Well I'm sorry that I suggested it." I sighed and looked down at the flowers again, avoiding his eyes.

But I didn't want to stare down at the flowers either. They were what was bringing me down... Taking away from my earlier good mood. I closed my eyes and held them gently closed for a moment, clutching the books in my hands almost as if my life depended on it. I would not cry here. Not now. I couldn't. I opened my eyes, blinked a few times very quickly before looking away from the daisies and staring at the guy's shirt, still avoiding his eyes. I heard him ask me a question, but it took me a few moments to process it. I actually had figured that he was just going to walk away. Why stand here and talk to a girl with a guy's name? Of course, he probably didn't know my name, so it would be more like 'the weird girl with the red hair that I don't know.'

I sighed and closed my eyes once more, trying to get ahold of myself so that I could speak to him. Finally opening my eyes, I looked up at his face, not looking at his eyes, but at his mouth instead. "Daisies remind me of my brother. He... died... shortly after I moved here..." That was it. That was all I could say. My voice broke and I looked down and away, looking away from the daisies. A few tears slithered down my cheeks, but I brushed them away quickly, hoping that he hadn't seen. Great. I thought, not looking back up at him, Now I'm the stupid red headed girl with a dead brother who cries. Way to go. I blinked away my tears after that and stared at a spot on the ground where I couldn't see the daisies and could just barely she the guy that I had been talking to.

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been a long cold 584. lonely winter finished. feels like years Isaac. since its been clear ] still too lazy to make. slowly melting yeah... definitely got shorter.... its alright REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0

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[isaac mason brexton]

Isaac looked up and noticed that she had stepped back. Had he frightened her with his sudden denial of daisies being beautiful? Probably. Did he care? Not terribly much, no. He was like this most of the time so spooking a girl or two with a few crude words or his personality in general was really nothing new to him.

She kept closing her eyes and it was weird. Isaac couldn't understand what was going on. Did she had a profound love of daisies and had he accidentally offended her or something? Her reaction was a little odd, at least in his opinion but Isaac only took a step back, away from the daisies but not from her.

Isaac thought for a second. Well that makes a bit more sense. Damn, she had to go and sound sad. If there was weakness that Isaac had it was girls who were either upset or in need of help. Last time it was Sterling stuck in a bush thanks to her bloody fry suit and he had to get up in the middle of the night to go rescue her, make her pancakes and then get her into bed. It was the last thing anyone would expect a guy like Isaac to do but it was all part of his very brotherly instincts. He loved his little sister very much and would do anything for her and apparent every now and then (as he had recently Lent,) it would extend to complete strangers too.

Isaac just looked up and mentally swore as though annoyed at himself for what he was about to do since it was so unlike him. "Come here," he said, pulling her gently into a hug and just holding her there. She was upset, visibly so and being one of his weaknesses, Isaac just didn't have it in him to leave her there like this.

Most guys might be uncertain about what to do but Isaac had spent the last year helping to look after his little sister. They had a great relationship and Kara did love hugs and they always seemed to help by being comforting and all so why not do what he knew to do. If she needed a moment then she had that, if she need to cry and then hell, it wasn't like he was going anyway.

[bella]

I noticed that the guy, who I still didn't know the name of, had taken a step back from the daisies and also didn't seem to care that he had startled me. Whatever. It's not like I cared anything about harsh attitudes. I had been around them all my life. It wasn't like I had never had a harsh attitude because I actually had. plus, he was a guy. A guy usually didn't want to be seen caressing daisies. It was a girl's thing to like flowers and flowery things. As sexist and that may sound, that was the way that many guys thought, and I didn't like it. Why couldn't a guy like a flower? Because their friends would laugh at them. Such a terrible world we lived in.

But in a terrible world, would a stranger hug another stranger and let her cry? Would a stranger try to comfort another stranger? Well that's exactly what happened with myself and this guy that I had approached. I looked up at his face for a moment as he spoke his words, and then he pulled me gently into a hug. My breath caught and my chest tightened. My arms slid around him so that I was hugging him as well. I let only a few tears roll from my eyes, though I knew that this was what I needed. I needed someone like him to cry to. Not even cry to. I needed someone to just hold me while I cried. Not here, though. I didn't want to walk back to my dorm with puffy, red eyes. It would only say that I really had been crying.

Taking a shuttering breath, I pulled away from him slightly, putting my hands against his chest. I didn't want to be clingy and hug him for longer than he felt comfortable, but I hoped that he would be kind enough to hold me from just a few more seconds. I rested my forehead against his chest above my hands and looked down, examining both the ground and my fingers before closing my eyes and sighing deeply. I took comfort in this guy, but then again, I barely knew him. A few seconds later, I spoke, trying to keep my voice from breaking. "Thank you..."

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been a long cold 459 words. lonely winter finished. feels like years Isaac. since its been clear ] still too lazy to make. slowly melting (:. its alright REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0

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[isaac mason brexton]

Isaac just held the girl. She looked like she really needed it and he didn't like seeing girls upset or crying. It was just the way he had always been, probably thanks to his little sister. He'd do anything for the girl and that sort of extended out a bit to a number of other girls. Even strangers, if they looked upset, he'd probably try to help just a little. Though it wasn't such a crazy idea. Isaac had a conscience, he had sympathy and empathy and all of that. It wasn't like he was going to leave someone who was hurt and just let them suffer alone, that wasn't right, was it?

At least she hadn't just burst into tears. She was clearly sad and all but she was dealing with it rather well. It made it easier because Isaac knew how to just be there for someone, it was easy, in fact one could argue that it came naturally to him.

She seemed composed enough and moved away just slightly. Isaac loosened his grip a bit, giving her the chance to move away if she wanted to but kept his arms around her just in case she wasn't really to do that just yet.

"Yeah, anytime," he said. He didn't even know this girl but she seemed upset about her brother's death and Isaac could sort of understand how that might be a horrible thing to deal with. He and his little sister had a great relationship and he didn't know what he'd do if anything happened to her. "Are you alright now?" he asked, looking down at the girl.

[bella]

I kind of wondered my he was doing this. Why had he pulled me into a hug? Yes, of course I had been crying, but most guys wouldn't have given me a second thought. I didn't really want to question it, though. It was nice. It was nice of him to comfort me. It was a nice thing to know that a guy here actually knew what they were doing when it came to girls crying. And It was a nice hug. It had been a long time since I had had anyone try to hug me and comfort me like this. Honestly, not even my eldest brothers, ConnOr and William, knew what to do when I started crying. It really was hard not having Martin around. This guy holding me now really reminded me a lot of him in the sense that he knew what to do about me crying. They looked nothing alike, though, and that is probably what kept me from bursting into tears and running away from him.

It was hard to keep the tears from streaming down my face, but somehow I managed it. I couldn't just start crying here. I never had been able to cry in public. I had to wait until I was in the confines of my room before my tears would completely pour from my eyes. I would want someone there, then, but I knew no one would want to come comfort me. I shook my head mentally and focused on the guy. I felt him loosen his grip on me, but he still kept his arms around me, and for that, I was grateful. I heard him speak once, responding to me, and then there was a pause before he spoke again. I listened to his words, but said nothing for a short time. Was I alright? No. But was I alright enough to get back to my dorm? Yes. I threw this question around in my head, trying to figure out how to reply. Sighing, I finally decided.

I pulled my head back so that I was looking up at him. Something that I hated doing was making eye-contact. It made me feel awkward. I never could figure out why, though. I guess it was because I was facing the other person directly and it made me feel self-conscience. That would probably make the most sense. So instead of looking into his eyes, I looked at his chin, avoiding his gaze, but still looking at him. "For now, yes." I replied, lifting my eyes to his lips. My eyes flicked to his for only a second, but I couldn't hold them there.

I stood there for a moment, my eyes soft and somewhat distant as I sang a song in my head. It was a song that my mother would sing to me when I was little and for some reason, it flowed through my head now, as if brought by this guy. And then I remembered that he was still standing there, and my eyes focused again. I realized that he probably felt awkward standing there with his arms wrapped around some girl that he didn't know, and I took a step back, looking down in embarrassment. I studied the grass as I spoke, still not wanting to meet his eyes. "Um... I... Anthony. My name is Anthony."

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been a long cold 600 words. lonely winter finished. feels like years Isaac. since its been clear ] still too lazy to make. slowly melting (:. its alright REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0

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She took a moment to respond to his question and that meant that there was doubt somewhere there. She probably wasn't feeling much better and Isaac wanted to help. He didn't know her and if she was just a regular girl not looking this upset or helpless right now then he probably wouldn't have bothered at all but she did look this way and that changed everything.

She seemed to have trouble looking in his eyes but he didn't mind. Isaac knew it'd be difficult to be upset and have a strange be there for you. You didn't know the person and it was hard to know what to say if anything. He definitely had sympathy in bucket loads. Isaac had always been able to understand others well enough. He could look at a person and know that something was bothering them, he was also incredibly good at getting them to talk. He never failed with Hope, the girl could want to know more about him and he'd end up asking her all the questions. It was just something he knew how to do but right now he didn't want to do that. She was upset, pushing her to explain further wasn't right.

"Alright," he said, leaving it at that. She didn't move though which meant she still needed him to hold her and Isaac didn't mind at all. He was about ten when his sister was born and it had been the best thing ever. He loved her and wanted to protect her. With her condition, there was no doubt that things would be a little bit more difficult but Isaac was always there for her, whether she knew it or not. He could recall once skipping class to run home and get her teddy for her because he knew she wouldn't have lunch without it and had just remembered that she had left it at home. He got into trouble but when it came to his family, Isaac always did right by them. They came first and that was that. It was odd to see such loyalty in someone who would get into fights and skip classes but at least he was trying to change, even if it was a little late.

Zac finally let go when she moved to take a step back. "Well it's nice to meet ya Anthony, I'm Isaac," he said, being very polite, it almost clashed with the way he look. It just didn't fit but despite his life and the fact that he wasn't spoiled and didn't have it all, Zac still learned to be polite, even if he usually ignored what he had learned.