Post by SAMUEL GRYFFIN EVANS on Jul 15, 2011 10:27:03 GMT -5
MR. SAMUEL GRYFFIN EVANS
sixteen | mckinley high | chord overstreet
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" My name's Sam; I don't like green eggs and ham. I'll be seventeen on May 6th and go to school at McKinley High; I'm on the football team and in glee club there. Last time I checked, I liked girls, and I'm pretty sure nothing's changed since then. "
" Well, I like long walks on the beach and.... *laughs* just kidding. I like football and singing - like you couldn't tell - and I think Avatar is pretty much the best movie of all-time. I kind of know some stuff about planets and space and all that, but every time I mention something, people are like, 'No, you're wrong,' and I just kind of stare at them like, 'Whatever, dude. Thanks a lot.' But anyways, I think it's stupid that bigger guys are always picking on the ones that are losers or whatever; like, everyone in glee club is always coming in with blue slushie in their hair and you can't help but feel bad for them. Guys picking on girls is worse; if there's one thing my dad taught me, it's that you're supposed to treat a girl well, and being a jerk is kind of the opposite. I hate spiders; I have this theory that they were sent from Hell. I mean, where else would they come from? La-La Land? C'mon. Dude, every time I see a spider, all I can think about is a million of them crawling around in my pants. I'm not scared of them; I can squash it and get on with my life, but they're just...creepy. Oh, and it's really stupid when everyone thinks I'm dumb and clueless and they can get away with lying to me 'cause I'm blond and I look like I should be an airhead. And I kind of have a love-hate relationship with Cool Ranch Doritos - delicious, don't get me wrong, but bad for my diet. So anyways, I guess I'm a pretty nice guy. I try, at least. "
" At home, it's just my mom and my dad and my brother and sister and me. Home's not really much; nothing special, I mean, but it's the closest thing we've got. Mom works - doesn't really get paid anything - and Dad's always out trying to get a job, so I end up babysitting Stevie and Stacy. They're good kids; Stevie's nine and Stacy's seven. Sometimes I feel kind of bad for them, because they're not going to remember having any kind of life but the one we have now when they're all grown up, and when I was a kid, life was pretty normal for me. We used to live in Nashville and my parents both had jobs; everything was great and all. Stevie was born a month or two before my eighth birthday. I was kind of spoiled when I was a kid, so when my mom came home from the hospital, I was just kind of like, 'Why did you bring me this kid? I don't want him.' I took it a lot better when Stacy was born, because I was almost ten, and I guess I tried to be a good big brother. When I turned twelve, my parents sent me to an all-guys boarding school, probably 'cause they had bigger problems to worry about than me. I mean, I don't know. I didn't get kicked out, so I guess that's pretty good. I hated boarding school. No girls - that's pretty important when you're twelve - and everyone was from these stuck-up rich families. But I went until last year. I was home from break and my parents were all psyched 'cause my dad got a promotion, but we found out we were gonna have to move for it. That's how we ended up here, I guess. Things were alright in Lima; I joined the football team, and I put a ton of lemon juice in my hair to turn it blond. I thought it would make girls like me; I just really wanted to be popular, y'know? Now I don't really care, 'cause we've got bigger problems; I mean, we're living in a motel and we've got no money. But, like, when you're a teenager, there's something in the back of your mind that just kind of pops up all of a sudden, and then you're like, 'My life is over if people don't like me. I gotta do this, this, and this. Like, now. Or my life is over.' I don't know, I guess that's kind of a way to explain it. At home, my life was completely different. I knew things were sucking - like, with my dad's job and money and that stuff - and I could hear my parents fighting all the time. I knew Mom didn't make much at her new job. Dad wasn't making enough to pay the bills. I got stuck trying to keep Stacy and Stevie from freaking out when they were arguing. One day I got home from school, and I heard the shouting, so I was like, 'Stacy, wanna go play a game in my room?' and Stevie was at his friend's house, so I didn't have to deal with him. But I knew what happened, 'cause Mom went off to her room crying. Dad had this look on his face; like, he looked really freaked and kind of like, 'What am I gonna do now? I've got three kids and a wife and no job.' We hung on for a bit, with whatever Mom brought home. We were barely eating anything, just trying to keep the house. But eventually, the house got repossessed and we ended up living in a motel and having to sell whatever we'd hung on to, just to eat. And they all lived happily ever after. "
" Hello, minions; I'm Haley, a.k.a. your admin. I'm the head of an empty department, but I've got my eye out ;) Anyways, I've been doing this for about two years. I've only really had one successful roleplay site that eventually died after, oh, a couple months....okay, no, it didn't really die. I deleted it after members stopped logging in for, like, a week. But now I know better, haha :) So I've been a gleek since Season 1, though I had to catch up with the series before being able to record the most recent episodes and watch them. Now I'm just kind of nuts for the show and I might just be Chord Overstreet's number 1 fan. If anyone feels like arguing with me about that, come into the battle prepared to lose >;D Anyways, if anyone needs to contact me, I'd prefer if they didn't e-mail me - just shoot me a PM, or I'm also on AIM as lightningthief22. "
" Sam sat on the curb in front of the elementary school, watching as the cars drove past him, their tires sloshing through mud puddles as they went. It was raining heavily and Sam was eager to get inside, though he still had about twenty minutes until Stevie and Stacy would get out of school. He wasn't looking forward to that time, seeing as little kids having to walk home in the rain usually resulted in a lot of complaints. A few of Sam's friends had offered them a ride home, but Sam had politely turned them down. He always felt guilty accepting too much help from other people; it made him feel like he was just milking the whole 'sob story' thing. Not that he wasn't grateful when people tried to help his family out, but 'Oh, I'm homeless and live in a motel room; we're a family of five. Feel bad for me,' was how he thought people sometimes saw him. That was why he tried to take care of himself - and Stevie and Stacy - as best as he could, without accepting too much help.
Temporarily, the rainfall slowed. Sam sighed and checked the time again; there just happened to be a huge clock on the front of the school. There were still ten minutes to go until he was (hopefully) dry. It was upon thinking this that Sam realized just how soaked he really was - his shaggy, unnaturally blond hair was plastered to his forehead and his drenched clothes stuck to him like glue. He shook his head, splattering himself with drops of water. Maybe he'd just sit in front of the heater for awhile, hoping his clothes dried off rather than catching on fire. At this thought, Sam cracked a smile. Sometimes, it was so easy to entertain himself. If only entertaining a nine year old and a seven year old was so easy.
Just then, the clock struck three o'clock. That meant there were only five more minutes until Stacy and Stevie's freedom, and five more minutes until they began the long, wet journey home. With a grunt, Sam helped himself up off the ground, tugging at the hem of his soaked t-shirt. Only five more minutes. "
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