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BRETT CORCORAN ➝ THIRD SIBLING

I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN

❖ FULL NAME: Brett Emerson Corcoran. ❖ PRONOUNS: She/Her. ❖ AGE: 19. (April 4th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Third. Adopted. ❖ GRADE: Freshman. ❖ MAJOR: Music and Film Production. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Nicola Peltz.

I'LL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME

She was six years old and freezing cold. That was the first thing that Brett could remember, her first memory. The rain pelting down on her little body, fear racing through her as her desperation grew and her need for her mother, Madison, became unbearable. She would have been lost in that park all night were it not for the man who stumbled across her. She wouldn’t have been able to describe him even if she’d been able to see through her tears. But his voice was kind and his intentions pure. From that moment it was a flurry of movement, people, and sounds. None of which made much sense in her young mind. All that she’d wanted was to find her mother, to go back to that park and wait as she’d been told. How else would her mother be able to locate her? Despite her best efforts, no one would allow her to leave and she’d had no choice but to allow the authorities to do their job.

For days, Brett had cried out for her mother but no matter how hard she sobbed or loud she pleaded, they were no closer to finding Madison. Days turned into weeks which turned into months. They were no closer to finding her mother than they were at the start. No matter how far they searched or how many times Brett’s picture was flashed, there were no leads. Meanwhile, she was put into the care of child services and that, in itself, was a frightening ordeal. The last thing that she wanted was to be moved around, placed where her mother could not find her and she protested when the mention of placing her in foster care was brought into question. Still, she was nothing but a child and her best interests needed to be put before her own naive desires.

Everyone had heard the stories of foster children being shipped off from home to home. Of violence and neglect, the use of the children for the stipend alone. Brett was spared that hardship when she was placed in the care of Shelby Corcoran. Shelby was everything a mother should be. She was kind, gentle, and always there when the loss became too much and the tears began to fall. Brett hadn’t known when she’d begun to care for the woman that took her in but there was no doubt in her little mind that she wanted to be there more than anything. She wanted to be where she was safe and warm, where she felt… loved. And Shelby did love her. Even with the sleepless nights when Brett would be struck with night terrors, or the days when the little girl did nothing but cry and plead for her mother, there was unconditional love.

Over a year would pass before Brett was approached with an appealing prospect. Shelby wanted to adopt her and the idea of having a mother after so much time was thrilling. Though a part of her still longed for her biological mother, the love she had for this woman who had graciously taken her in was strong and her desire for a family, a real family was too much to deny. So, a few months before her eighth birthday, Brett officially became a Corcoran and it was one of the happiest moments of her life. She belonged somewhere, someone wanted to give her a home. Someone wanted her.

From the outside, the years that followed were good. Brett adapted well and, other than the nightmares that continued to plague her at night, it appeared as though all was well. For the most part, things were. She smiled, she played, and rarely had a complaint. (Of course, this would change when she hit a rebellious patch in her teens) But it took time for the effects of her mother’s abandonment took hold. She never spoke a word of it. She never told Shelby how the dreams grew more vivid and she awoke with an ache in her chest, the hole that her mother hand left, so strong that it left her breathless. Or the guilt she felt for being so willing to forsake the mother she hardly remembered for someone who was simply there. She laughed and cherished every good moment in her life, even as she felt an irrational need to close herself off to keep her heart protected. Soon it was too much. It was then, at 12, that Brett would pick up a camcorder left lying about.

Every insecurity, moment of doubt or pain was channeled into the goofy little films that she would make. This became her therapy, her solace from the internal storm that she bore alone. And it worked to keep her calm and grounded. When the day inevitably came that filming her siblings or the people in the street wasn’t quite enough, Shelby took notice. With a little prodding, Brett opened up slightly, downplaying the majority of her problems but her mother was far from convinced. Yet she never pushed for more. She simply sat with Brett and allowed the girl to take comfort in her. Quickly, this became a habit that Brett took to easily. Especially the moments in which she’d sit by the piano to watch her mother play. She was playing the piano within a few months.

Her passions became her own private little world and her love for both film and music only grew as the years flew by. When she graduated high school, Brett set her sights on a bright future where she could further develop her talents and turn them into a budding career.

BABY, THERE'S NO OTHER SUPERSTAR

While Brett has never shied away from the idea of dying her hair a variety of colors, and has dyed it a handful of times, she has shown a clear preference to her blonde locks. Her hair is long and frequently worn down in soft waves and her make up is minimal. Despite the beautiful and fashionable clothing that can be found in her closet at any given time, Brett would much rather be comfortable and casual in her worn jeans, simple top and old combat boots.

YOU KNOW THAT I'LL BE YOUR PAPARAZZI

BRETT CORCORAN ➝ THIRD SIBLING

I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN

❖ FULL NAME: Brett Emerson Corcoran. ❖ PRONOUNS: She/Her. ❖ AGE: 18. (April 4th). ❖ BIRTH ORDER: Third. Adopted. ❖ GRADE: Freshman. ❖ MAJOR: Music and Film Production double major. ❖ SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual. ❖ ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic. ❖ FACECLAIM: Nicola Peltz.

I'LL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME

She was six years old and freezing cold. That was the first thing that Brett could remember, her first memory. The rain pelting down on her little body, fear racing through her as her desperation grew and her need for her mother, Madison, became unbearable. She would have been lost in that park all night were it not for the man who stumbled across her. She wouldn’t have been able to describe him even if she’d been able to see through her tears. But his voice was kind and his intentions pure. From that moment it was a flurry of movement, people, and sounds. None of which made much sense in her young mind. All that she’d wanted was to find her mother, to go back to that park and wait as she’d been told. How else would her mother be able to locate her? Despite her best efforts, no one would allow her to leave and she’d had no choice but to allow the authorities to do their job.

For days, Brett had cried out for her mother but no matter how hard she sobbed or loud she pleaded, they were no closer to finding Madison. Days turned into weeks which turned into months. They were no closer to finding her mother than they were at the start. No matter how far they searched or how many times Brett’s picture was flashed, there were no leads. Meanwhile, she was put into the care of child services and that, in itself, was a frightening ordeal. The last thing that she wanted was to be moved around, placed where her mother could not find her and she protested when the mention of placing her in foster care was brought into question. Still, she was nothing but a child and her best interests needed to be put before her own naive desires.

Everyone had heard the stories of foster children being shipped off from home to home. Of violence and neglect, the use of the children for the stipend alone. Brett was spared that hardship when she was placed in the care of Shelby Corcoran. Shelby was everything a mother should be. She was kind, gentle, and always there when the loss became too much and the tears began to fall. Brett hadn’t known when she’d begun to care for the woman that took her in but there was no doubt in her little mind that she wanted to be there more than anything. She wanted to be where she was safe and warm, where she felt… loved. And Shelby did love her. Even with the sleepless nights when Brett would be struck with night terrors, or the days when the little girl did nothing but cry and plead for her mother, there was unconditional love.

Over a year would pass before Brett was approached with an appealing prospect. Shelby wanted to adopt her and the idea of having a mother after so much time was thrilling. Though a part of her still longed for her biological mother, the love she had for this woman who had graciously taken her in was strong and her desire for a family, a real family was too much to deny. So, a few months before her eighth birthday, Brett officially became a Corcoran and it was one of the happiest moments of her life. She belonged somewhere, someone wanted to give her a home. Someone wanted her.

From the outside, the years that followed were good. Brett adapted well and, other than the nightmares that continued to plague her at night, it appeared as though all was well. For the most part, things were. She smiled, she played, and rarely had a complaint. (Of course, this would change when she hit a rebellious patch in her teens) But it took time for the effects of her mother’s abandonment took hold. She never spoke a word of it. She never told Shelby how the dreams grew more vivid and she awoke with an ache in her chest, the hole that her mother hand left, so strong that it left her breathless. Or the guilt she felt for being so willing to forsake the mother she hardly remembered for someone who was simply there. She laughed and cherished every good moment in her life, even as she felt an irrational need to close herself off to keep her heart protected. Soon it was too much. It was then, at 12, that Brett would pick up a camcorder left lying about.

Every insecurity, moment of doubt or pain was channeled into the goofy little films that she would make. This became her therapy, her solace from the internal storm that she bore alone. And it worked to keep her calm and grounded. When the day inevitably came that filming her siblings or the people in the street wasn’t quite enough, Shelby took notice. With a little prodding, Brett opened up slightly, downplaying the majority of her problems but her mother was far from convinced. Yet she never pushed for more. She simply sat with Brett and allowed the girl to take comfort in her. Quickly, this became a habit that Brett took to easily. Especially the moments in which she’d sit by the piano to watch her mother play. She was playing the piano within a few months.

Her passions became her own private little world and her love for both film and music only grew as the years flew by. When she graduated high school, Brett set her sights on a bright future where she could further develop her talents and turn them into a budding career.

BABY, THERE'S NO OTHER SUPERSTAR

While Brett has never shied away from the idea of dying her hair a variety of colors, and has dyed it a handful of times, she has shown a clear preference to her blonde locks. Her hair is long and frequently worn down in soft waves and her make up is minimal. Despite the beautiful and fashionable clothing that can be found in her closet at any given time, Brett would much rather be comfortable and casual in her worn jeans, simple top and old combat boots.

YOU KNOW THAT I'LL BE YOUR PAPARAZZI