♱ Statistics ♱
Name - Aron Liam Morales
Age and Birthday - April 23, 1999
Sign - Taurus
Student Number - #48
Sexuality - Bi Romantic
Positive Traits - Affectionate, Alluring, Caring, Charismatic, Flirtatious, Giving Natured, and Passionate
Negative Traits - Arrogant, Clingy, Hot Tempered, Jealous Minded, Know It All, Over Dramatic, and Possessive
Pierces - Ears and Nose
Likes - Getting things his way and drugs
Dislikes - Not getting his way
Languages - Spanish, English, French, and Italian
♱ Biography ♱
In the back corner tucked in a file stored away in that of which seemed to be the corner of his mind he Aron pulled forward the mile high stack of pages that seemed to tell the story of his life.
Chapter One
At the time of his birth, in which, seem to be the happiest moment of the Morales’ family life they had a beautiful baby boy. Aron. Aron was their course for greatness. Their greatest warrior and storm, but their became just a she. The couple the made him together, soon separated. His father leaving his mom and him alone. Not being alone for long his mother packed them up and moved them in with her wealthy and upper class parents in Spain after having ran away with the guy she fell in love with quite a few years prior before in high school. It was a welcome that seemed bitter sweet, but the mother knew there, at least her and her new born son wouldn’t be alone, unloved, and wouldn’t have to want for nothing. They had a family.
Chapter Two
Aron was now thirteen and as far as he knew he was sick of family. His mother and her mom seemed to have a hold on his life. Since the age he was able to learn he was stuck between four walks of the built in singular person classroom being taught academics from hired teachers. Stuck in the four walls of a mansion style home under lock and key that kept him out from meeting kids his own age. He was tired of it, but in the midst of it all he grew closer to his grand dad. A man that was full of wise wisdom. ‘Stick up for what you want Aron. Don’t bow to the needs of others before your own.’ His mother’s father ran so deep with knowledge that he finally wasn’t afraid to finally put his foot down to tell both his mom and her mother that he was no longer going to be homeschooled, that want he wanted to be like the other kids his age and attend the regular classes.
Chapter Three
He had gotten his way, but his grand dad never intended in him becoming half the teen he was now. Sixteen. Aron was sixteen, and in the course of the three years since he was granted what he wanted at thirteen he had been in and out of five different boarding and private schools. He was reckless with the advice he was given, taking every ounce of it and holding it close to his heart. The first time he was expelled he was warned not once, not twice, but three times that he couldn’t correct the french teacher on her teaching. He went above and beyond, of course, in his truest know it all fashion, and one day told her to have her to have a seat at his desk as he got up and began his own lesson plans he had for that class on that day. The second time was when Aron had started taking sex ed and condoms were offered freely. At this time he developed what was known to be his first crush, a crush that happened to be on his beautiful sex ed teacher. Not having been educated at home, school was where he learned the main need to know basics. Having this crush however led to a one sided flirtation with him eventually leaving a hand full of condoms and a handwritten note that expressed his mere intentions of wanting to meet the object of his affection after class and ‘fuck her until his name was known and heard around the school.’ Being told yes he had went to meet with her in the teachers lounge and instead was met with his mother, grandparents, and the dean and dismissed from another school for making a teacher uncomfortable. The third time he was dismissed from a boarding two hours away from home. Sleeping around with both the dean and his daughter wasn’t the best idea Aron could have possibly had, but he did it anyways. He loved the attention they both gave him. It wasn’t until that one unfortunate night, however, that all came to a close when the dean’s daughter walked in to the housing unit they lived in and caught her boyfriend intertwined with her dad. He was packed up and sent home that same night without a care. The others two were stupid reasons in his eyes but none the less he was gone and always the one that felt outcasted.
Chapter Four
It wasn’t until he gotten enrolled to a private school closer to home that he rebelled further. Aron met Enzo who he fell in love with. Enzo was the guy that introduced him to more of the sex, drugs, and party life. Something that Aron grew too love, but him and Enzo weren’t meant to last long when he caught Enzo in bed with someone else at a party one night. That happened to be the night that Enzo and him got into getting in to a fight and resulted to the drugs they normally took. With him being due home, he left the party early only to find out the next day that his first love oded. It hurt him. Aron never understood how it happened, but he was angry with the other and continued to party and do drugs to subside his feelings and the aches in his chest. He had just wanted to be loved and part of him blamed himself.
♱ Misc ♱
Aron’s Playlist
