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Drew Rivera: the p a r t y a n i m a l 

Tobin Harris: the f l i r t 

Baker Russell: the g u y n e x t d o o r 

Introducing → Theodora Nagy 

Theodora or “Theo” as she likes to be called is one of Noel’s younger sisters. Just this morning I got crazy muse for her and lots of gifs or not, I think she might be coming to the house soon. Theo, like Noel, has a little issue with her mind and I believe that’s one of the reasons the Nagy women adopted her. Theo has OCD. I need to develop it more so I can truly portray it well, but think of the OCD Harper had and then maximize it by a lot. I also think Theo might have some type of severe social anxiety or communication problem in general, and she exerts all of her kindness, love and personality through dance. She’s a dance PRODIGY. A true next level dancer, and because of that, I think she begged and pleaded her recent foster family (the one’s she went to while Noel came to Brooksville) to please do all they could to get her to Brooksville to not only be with her brother, but to be with Milania at Apollo. She’s going to instantly click with Dallas on a level that isn’t even human just like...best friends, and I think it’s going to be so good for her. She needs a certain level of normalcy and I think being around friends who dance and her big brother will help her kinda work everything out in her mind. 

Introducing → Morgan Davey

When I think of Morgan I think of Eleanor and Samson and Conrad and that cute family, because that’s how he grew up. Straight in the heart of New York City, waking up to stand on the sidewalk and see the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade each year - that’s where Morgan was born and raised. His mom was a die-hard theater woman which really explains Morgan because he is too. He couldn’t be further from his dad. His dad was a fireman and all around mans-man. Morgan has always definitely been more feminine and into song and dance and making people smile. Still, he had a happy childhood. I think he’s the oldest of two or three siblings, not too many, but he was always with his siblings and friends growing up. Anyways, his mom had depression and killed herself a couple years ago, and so it was always just Morgan and his dad after that and they butted heads. I think they each blamed each other in some weird way. I mean, his mom was a happy-go-lucky theater woman on the outside, but apparently struggling with so much more underneath. Still, his dad would always be standing at the back of the auditorium watching Morgan in whatever he was in. Recently however, cops knocked on Morgan’s door and told him that his father had been murdered. This came as a complete and utter, absolutely destroying and shocking surprise for Morgan. What came as even more of a surprise was how his father had been murdered - it was a hate crime against him because he was dressed as a woman and a few men outside of a bar attacked him for being transgender. So now Morgan is not only dealing with the death of his father, but the fact that his dad, his macho, fireman dad also had this secret identity and dressed as a woman. So, I think (if it’s okay with you) that since Morgan is already kind of a popular dancer/theater/actor guy that he knows Mimi or Kinley or one of the dancer girls. And I think once everything went down, they reached out and asked how he was doing and he didn’t want to be on his own or put into a random home, so Nora, of course, invited him to come and stay with them. 

Introducing → Daniella Vasquez 

Jaci - 9th grade Bo - 9th grade

Dylan - 10th grade Codie - 10th grade Zodi - 10th grade

Kylie - 11th grade Winnie - 11th grade

Tallulah D e a n ; 

“Tallulah Dean for homecoming queen!” Dixie shouted, bumping playfully into Tallulah as the girls ran down the hallway, “Lula Dean for homecoming queen! Don’t forget!” 

Homecoming week was normally dreadful. Tallulah was one of the only juniors to participate in Spirit Week, and while she found it riveting to dress in all neon colors or like a character from her favorite book - everyone else looked at her how they always did - a seemingly dorky outcast. Today, Thursday, it was different though. Everything was just working better. Today’s theme was - Dress As Someone You’re Not - it was weird, yes, but it gave Lula the option to dress as a rock ‘n roll girl which she totally loved. She had on a black leather jacket, some cool black leggings, and her hair was curled. Her boots had little jewels on them, and her shirt had a skull on it and she was simply rocking it. Rocking it so much that Levi Storm, resident senior hottie and guitarist of a punk rock band in Mauve came up to Tallulah and complimented her on her outfit.

Lula was an outcast, sure, but she wasn’t boy incompetent. She had plenty of friends who were boys, and though she was convinced the entire popular boy section of her school thought she was a freak, maybe Levi was different. Levi had that I-don’t-give-a-crap sort of attitude, and he wasn’t even participating in spirit week. Boys like Levi Storm didn’t even blink at spirit week, and they surely didn’t go to football games. 

“I found this jacket out thrifting actually,” Lula smiled, studying Levi as he leaned up against her locker, “And the boots too.” 

“They’re awesome,” His voice was silky like honey, “Hey, do you wanna come to one of my shows sometime?” 

“Oh,” Tallulah’s eyes literally did that thing in cartoons where little hearts pop out and they start beating insanely fast, “Of course.” 

He said something along the lines of “awesome” again, and then in a swift but familiar movement, Levi Storm threw his arm around Tallulah and they started walking down the hallway. It was magical. It was enchanting. And when he also started chanting “Tallulah Dean for homecoming queen!” Lula nearly cried tears of joy. But then she heard a voice. 

“Lu--Lula? Tallulah? Tallulah Dean!” In an instant, Tallulah popped awake and lifted her head from her desk, drool on her lips, starring wide-eyed at her classmates and Psychology teacher, “Tallulah Dean, could you tell us what page we’re on since you’re reading your book soooo closely?” 

Kaya S o t o ; 

It all started with Kase this morning. Up bright and early, even on a Saturday, Kaya’s youngest sibling pooped his pants. He was newly toilet trained, and she understood when you had to go, you had to go, but, still - really? She was groggy, and his poop was potent, and the next thing she knew the twins were burning the scrambled eggs on the stove. Dugan had clogged the toilet, Juno was barely passing math class and - where in the Hell were her parents again? Kaya somehow managed to take her life boat and battle through the storm of the morning and always, and before she knew it, she had four minutes to get to her job at the diner. 

On a good day, it took ten. On a great day, Kaya could get there in eight. Still, she’d be late and it was her third infraction this month. Sue was her general manager. She didn’t have a last name as far as Kaya knew, and everyone just called her “the evil one.” So, today with the smell of poo still all up in her nose, Kaya had to rely on her manager whom everyone literally called evil to not fire her. Luckily, the bus was quick and Mr. Brown was in his usual seat to tell Kaya her one knock knock joke a day. Then, the road to cross wasn’t busy so she scurried as fast as she possibly could into the front doors of the diner and - wham! 

Kaya landed face first in a plate of their strawberry cheesecake waffles that one of the servers was bringing to the table. She wanted to cry, but she had already cried that week and Kaya was on a strict one time a week crying rule or else she’d be a blubbering mess every single day. So, she wiped whipped cream from her cheeks, apologized, and told the customers they’d remake them extra good just ‘cause she was a klutz. Though, as Kaya went to finally punch in and start her day, “the evil one” asked to see her in her office.

“I’m so sorry, Sue,” Kaya instantly shot out, “I’ve had a morning. Whew, have I had a morning! First my little brother poo--”

“Kaya, this is your third time being late this month.”

“I know! But, if you just let me explain I’m--” 

“No,” Sue was surely living up to her nickname, and she didn’t bat an eyelash as she announced, “Miss Soto, I’m sorry, but, you’re fired.” 

Lily S a l v e r n o n ; 

 “It was an eighty-two, Lily. Rounded up with your other test scores that’s still an eighty-five. An eighty-five in advanced calculus. Advanced! That’s good. That’s goo--” Lily took a large gulp of her vodka and pineapple juice, listening as the end of the year party blared from Tucker’s house next door, “Just go. Go have some fun. You deserve it.” 

God, she didn’t deserve it. The anxiety thing was back. Lily didn’t know why she called it an “anxiety thing” ‘cause with her psychologist, he told her to not even call it anything. Anxiety would always be in the car, but never let it drive. Lily learned that, but she didn’t learn the part about how to not let it have the entire wheel, directions and snacks yet. So, it did. Her anxiety thing had the wheel and it was driving her mad tonight, though, a couple of pre-gaming drinks surely didn’t help her out either. It was the last day of school tomorrow for fucks sake! Her grades were already solidified and Tucker was next door. Tucker was next door and he was probably sleeping with another girl right the--no. 

“No,” Lily stood up, “No, no. It’s okay. It’s okay.” She finished her drink, pulled her nonexistent boobs out of her shirt a little bit, and headed down the stairs. Her mom was already asleep on the couch, and she squeezed her hand ever-so-slightly, “I’ll be back by two, mama. I’m just right next door with Tuck.” 

Tucker and about thirty of her classmates, but hey, what her groggy mom didn’t know wouldn’t kill her, right? 

Carolina M o r e n o ; 

Working a side job at the MODE offices was everything to Carolina. Refreshing, and full of actual adults and not high school foes, the exclusive Rhode Island fashion magazine was the place she felt at home. Though a badass bitch by day, Carolina was a writer by night. She excelled in everything and anything that had to do with English, and while no one at school really cared about her grades - they were actually good. She got the internship last summer and had secretly been working there ever since. Granted, it wasn’t so secret when she got to use their studios for amazing, over-the-top Instagram photoshoots, but still, her writing alias - Carol Penn - was something that only she and the staff knew about. 

“My love, would you stand in for a photoshoot today? Mayor Henley won’t be in for another hour, and we want to make sure the lighting is right,” The Editor in Chief of MODE was Mrs. Winters and though she looked like the musical theater teacher from High School Musical, she only wore top designer brands and pranced around Mauve with her tiny dog, Poncho. 

“Oh,” Carolina looked up from her desk with her beautiful smile, “Of course. Any excuse to let Andre take a few pictures of me, right?”