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many fake a smile just to be left alone by society. to be looked over just as the other smiling people surrounding
them. yet none quite pull off the act like these six dysfunctional teenagers. no, they aren't suffering from trying to
be popular or not be a loser. they're suffering from a phobia that makes fitting in and befriending others difficult
tasks. they're the in-between kids, the ones that no one bothers or speaks to. the ones that no one asks if they're ok.
in today's society, they're the kids that would fake a smile just to get through the day.

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01. pm reserves before postingxx02. one babe per userxx03. two paragraphs per post, 2x a weekxx04. remove siggy

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be patient with my lazy bum.

hnnng.... i guess i'll take reservations

bros

agoraphobia // calfreezy
haphephobia // famouslyNobody.
athazagoraphobia // GrayStar51


bras

philophobia // grae
monophobia // sayonara.
genophobia // aesthetic,

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xx // location; school campus ' ( tags; jonathan ) '

today was just another day for the teenager. just another day back to school from christmas break. oddly enough, it didn't snow during winter this year. she was quite grateful for no snow since she usually walked to school. after taking a short shower, she dressed in her comfy clothing for the day. stella picked up her plain grey backpack from the end of her bed then descended the stairs towards the front door. her father had already left for work which meant it was her job to lock the house. once she locked the house, she began her short walk to school. though there was no snow, there was slight wind that sneaked through her thin sweater to attack her warm skin. stella crossed her arms tightly and rubbed her forearms with a deep sigh. she'd cup her hands around her trembling lips, occasionally. thirteen minutes was spent walking to a building she dreaded. school grew less as a safe haven ever since she became a freshman. that year was a difficult time due to her disorder growing more than just a phase. the first there months were smooth, but she began to distance herself from the crowd. from her friends. everything seemed to flow easier after losing all ties with anyone she ever spoken a word to or even give second glances. all except for one. jonathan. the girl couldn't manage to push him away due to him wiggling under her skin. as much as she hated to admit it, she enjoyed his company, no matter how much of a nuisance he could be.

stella shook away the thoughts as her fingers grazed the tips of her ears, sliding in black earbuds. troye sivan began to blast through her ears while her lips slightly mouthed the lyrics. the school parking lot seemed somewhat empty as it was still a little early. the girl always arrived early so she could dodge any obstacles she always ran into when she had friends. they always brought drama and stress onto her, which usually ended bad on her end. she pushed her straight hair behind her ears with a deep sigh before unlocking the large locker. her backpack was exchanged for a notebook and her history and agriculture textbooks. once locking her private space, she turned on her heel and started towards first period. just as she rounded the corner, her head smacked into something hard. the short girl was sent stammering back with a slight groan, softly grabbing her head. "ow." stella grumbled as her eyes shifted upwards to meet a familiar pair. as she parted her lips to snap, she quickly stopped herself when she processed that it was her one of her friends, only friend to be exact. "oh, it's you." her slender fingers wrapped around the cords to her earbuds and gently pulled them out. a deep pit in her stomach was created as awkward tension built up,"um, i mean, hey." the nervous girl choked out, giggling awkwardly and looking away.

[famouslyNobody.]

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[nickname: baz // age: eighteen // crush: "what is love? baby dont hurt me"] - [phobia: "dont touch me"] - [tags: mainly open]
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Oh Jesus Christ, no... The boy deadpan stared at the vending machine for approximately three hours where there should have been a strawberry pop tart waiting in that little B8 spot. But apparently people had decided that they couldn't possibly have eaten at home so the only snacks left happened to be the top row rejects. Yes. The chex mix and tiny bags of Fritos were his only consolation. Unfortunately, Baz Sallis never ate breakfast... why? Because home was the one place he hated more than school? And why was that? His father. Enough said. Blah blah, freaking boo hoo and all those other sob stories. His problems right now were far more important as his growling stomach rumbled only too loudly for comfort. Fantastic. Just bloody fantastic. The deadpan stare morphed into contempt as he plucked in A3 and fed the machine his only dollar with resentment staining his features. And as the Chex began to push itself off and over the shelf Baz let his forehead fall against the glass with a sigh, his eyes closed. Was there even a tiny chance in hell that those hall monkeys hadn't noticed him? Because Baz had definitely noticed the apes all standing by their lockers being just as loud and stupid as possible. Those were the ones that gave this poor Chex Mix adorned oddball trouble. The ones that made him want to crawl into a little grave and just sort of stay there. Maybe grab a book. No, not a fictional best seller, stupid. He was currently working on letter "K" in the dictionary and the page he was on "kainotophobia" which was ironic for moronically ironic reasons that also didn't deserve a melodramatic speech.

"Woah... guys look? It's Casper! Hey Casper!" A little sound came from Baz's throat and he gave a curt nod before pulling his head off the window of the vending machine to look at the ape currently using one of his 'clever' pet names. "Oh... hi Dalton. How was your break? Dump any poor gingers into frozen lakes or something along those lines?" Baz's voice had always been dry and hollow and any emotion had long been drained from it as he spoke back to the boy with a hollow smile. If God or anybody had made me any stranger, he could have at least just gone all the way and given me a power. One snap and I would be invisible right now. Is that too much to ask? His crystal eyes flowed up to the ceiling where he stared at the humming florescent lights as if they'd speak down to him with the voice of God. But that thought was stupid. So he stopped thinking about it. Good timing too, because he was currently in the process of avoiding potential locker time at the moment. Eyes on the prize, killer, Baz ended up thinking to himself. And what was the prize? One would think it was the Chex Mix that was currently beckoning his greedy hands to claim but he knew better than to make a rookie move like that. "Can't say it was any gingers but I've been looking for a creepy little mistake to help pass the time."

Oh. This was good. There was plenty of smart ways that Baz could play this off and get away free as a bird. The world of possibilities were open to him. Just had to pick one. "Have you tried looking somewhere below waistline?" His eyes widened when the impulsively snarky comment came out and he rubbed the back of his head as he casually moved to grab the Chex Mix from the machine while Dalton used up what little intelligence that boy owned to soak in the meaning of Baz's response. And once it did, the look of disgust was sickeningly apparent on an already displeasing ape's face. Really Dalton, all those angry frowns are going to ruin your complexion one of these days. You could be my father's twin soon. And then he was slipping backwards a pace to avoid the man's outstretched grasp for Baz's shirt. He felt his heart pace quicken and his stomach dropped dangerously in his gut at the near contact. "Wait... can't we talk about this big boy? I'm sure its not that creepy. I mean it's probably fantastic?!" Oh God, shut up stupid! Dalton's response was filled with disdain, "Wha- Shut up you freak! Stop saying weird crap." the Sallis oddball laughed a little, nervously, as he backed away. "Its impulsive?" he offered hesitantly. Currently, his eyes were doing a quick scan of the area around him. And why was he doing that? Like hell if he knew. This school wasn't really full of good Samaritans. Oh yeah. Exits. When in doubt just look for one of those bad boys. "You know what I find impulsive?" Dalton began. "Your guess is as good as mine.... look man, please don't touch me," Baz began to plead in a lower voice to the larger primate. "Whenever I see something I don't like, I tend get rid of it." Ahh, yes. Props on the creativity. Shame its directed at me though.


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And here he was now. Sitting against the locker holding and popping a bag of Chex Mix into his mouth like a child. He was on the floor just as casually as anybody who'd just been beaten up would have been, watching the crowds move past him like he were already a ghost. It was weird. Half his life, he spent wondering what would happen if he really were a ghost. Would anything be different? He suspected it would. His already pale features were drained and his skin could have been transparent if you looked close enough. Another Chex Mix and he wiped the blood away from his nose like a champion. Hey, he was just happy that his stupid breakfast had survived. That would have ruined his day. Definitely. "Oh. Its you. Umm. I mean, hey." His eyes traveled along the hall when he stopped to subtly observe that strange transaction. Stella was her name. And the boy. Well, easy. His name was Jonathan. How could Baz not have known that. That kid was even louder than the school primates and even more crazy and unpredictable. And Stella was quiet like Baz for the most part. And both of those two came off as completely different from the rest of the people in this school. His hand reached into the bag from his spot on the floor and he growled when it came out empty. I think i'll... just sit here for a little while longer. Enjoy the scenery. He thought to himself, looking at the two further away from him with dead eyes.

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( age : seventeen )xx( genophobia ) xx( tagged : indirectly everyone )

if it had been any other day, or if she had been any other girl, perhaps she would have been a bit more excited to go to school and see all her friends. the problem was, she was not like any other girl, and she did not have any friends. well, not really anyways. everyday was a struggle, another long battle to fight. a faint chirping noise had awoken the young female from her not-so-great slumber, eyelids fluttering open to reveal pale blue eyes shrouded by dark lashes. with a heavy sigh, she threw her covers off and embraced the chilly air that stuck her skin. her mind raced with the endless possibilities of what could happen that day as she got ready. she slipped on a large, dark olive sweater, perfect for hiding in, and black leggings. a quick glance at the clock told her that she was running out of time, so she grabbed her black backpack and swung it over her shoulder as she hurried down the steps of her old-fashioned home, grabbing a granola bar and shoving into a pocket just in case.

the brisk morning air washed over her like a wave, waking her up as she began her daily walk to school. not wanting to starve, she pulled out the granola bar and began to nibble on it. it was only a matter of time before she could see the building just up the road. after a quick hustle across the street, she was on school grounds and 100% regretting it before she even stepped into the building. taking a deep breath, andrea pushed open the doors of her familiar high school and trudged in. once inside, she could already feel herself tensing up from the amount of students already mingling within the crowds of people. as swiftly and as quietly as she could, andie slipped through the crowd and ended up in a small corner, alone.

the girl had begun to distance herself from others from the beginning of freshman year. all of her old friends didn't seem to understand, or even care that much fo that matter. they let her go so easily, she found herself falling headfirst into the abyss she liked to call loneliness. the closer the relation, the quicker she was to break off and seclude herself. it was a repetitive process that only made things worse if anything at all. how was she to fix something like this? fear nothing but fear itself. a quick glance around and it was obvious no one was paying attention to her. with her back to the wall, she dropped her backpack and pulled out her headphones. if there was anything that was there for her when she needed it, it was music.

it hadn't always been like this. the hiding, the seclusion. her family was once whole and happy, as was she, and during those times, it was nearly impossible to have thought that things turned out the way they did. when the fighting started, it was normal. there was nothing wrong with having an argument every once in a while. that is until it would get too out of hand, constant shouting and yelling. the only time of peace would be when neither of them were in the house. nights were difficult, after the children were tucked in and all was well, an argument would break out over the silliest little things. andrea could do nothing but watch as her parents, people who she once aspired to have a love like, tear each other apart until they finally got divorced. she had been only six years old. nowadays, she paid little attention to other people's problems and merely went on with her life. sleeping, eating, doing homework, going to school. that was about it for her, minimal contact.

drawing back to the present, andie's gaze wandered for quite some time, never hearing, only seeing. she noticed the specific gestures that people used, the way one would hold them self when they spoke, and the way their facial expressions changed word for word. they had just come back from break after all, she assumed they had much to talk about. a small grumble made her look down at her stomach and sigh. perhaps she should have taken another granola bar on the way out. digging though her backpack, she managed to find a stray dollar and began to make her way to the vending machine. from a distance, she could see a couple of vaguely familiar kids there, and began to mentally prepare herself if a conversation was to happen when she was over there.

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xxxbrown eyes blinking, athena lovelace stretched her arms above her head, yawning. the first day of school. normally, she would have been glad, happy, excited, but today somehow felt... different. attie couldn't put her finger on it, and it was bugging her immensely.
after a five-minute shower, she grabbed a striped sweater, some plain black jeans and black boots, before applying a bit of makeup to her face. attie smiled in the mirror, then trotted into the kitchen. her mum wasn't up yet, which athena was secretly glad for. she wasn't in the mood to have to help her mother today, however cruel that would make her. attie found an apple, then her shoulder bag, which she slipped her arm under. after dumping some random books in it, she finally left the house, glad for the air. the school wasn't far away for athena, only a couple of streets away, but there was a shortcut which was slightly hidden by trees that had flopped over it. athena ducked underneath the leaves and made her way down the path, coming out on the other side and turning right. as she was walking, athena pulled her earphones out of her bag and plugged it into her phone. she stuck the buds in her ears and hummed along to a few songs, finally arriving at the school about five minutes later.

xxxathena pushed open the door, glancing around slightly nervously as she realized she was slightly early. not many people were here yet, so the halls were pretty much empty, just walls ready to close her in by herself... don't think about that. it's a normal school hallway, you idiot. taking a deep breath, athena stepped into the building, her boots clicking on the floor and echoing off the walls. she brushed herself down and sat on a small bench near the entrance, pulling out her schedule and yawning. she flipped the folder open and scanned her classes, moaning ever-so-slightly. why had she been put in art instead of music? she groaned, putting her head in her hands. attie always told herself she was bad at art, though really she was lying. she was good, she just didn't want to share that. if people knew she was good at music as well as art, they would think she was a stuck-up know-it-all. and besides, her art was a bit... dark.

( ugh, sorry it took so long and it's really bad, i had a bit of writer's block. i promise it will be better next time )

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The alarm blared loudly for the fourth time that morning. This time, the snooze didn't work. Jon sat up sharply a kicked the alarm off his nightstand, sending the little clock flying across the room and finally crashing on the floor. Jon sighed, and plopped back down on to his messy bed. He wasn't always the most steady sleeper, so his sheets were tangled around his legs like a snare, his pillows scattered on the floor like a tornado had struck. Yet, he was awake, and there was no rest left for him in the night. It was morning, and already, his antics had started itching. It was as if he could feel them. The need to speak. The need to move. The need to be noticed.

Jonathan got up, pulling his stiff body forward. He glanced over at the clock on the floor, and flashing in red was the time: 7:37 a.m. Frantic now, but still whirling with excitement, Jon pulled on some dark jeans and a wrinkled t-shirt before scrambling out of the door. He barely got to school on time, but as he rushed through the door, Jon slammed into something soft. It almost fell over with the force, but Jonathan reached out to catch his best friend. Stella looked a little frazzled, but beautiful as ever. Jon smiled sheepishly. "Hey there, little girl. Look out, I'm walking here." He said with a humorous glint in his eye. Stella had known him long enough to know what a fool he was. He seemed to slow down upon seeing her, as if he didn't want to miss a moment of her despite the impending school bell. Jonathan gave her a reassuring smile, directing her down the hall with him by gently placing his hand on the small of her back. Like a shepherd protecting his prized lamb, Jon walked closely by her towards her classroom. "I'll see you after school. Let me take you home." He said, not waiting for her to argue back. Jon ushered her into her room before taking off quickly towards his own class.

Jon liked his first class. He had an independent art study, which sounded really fancy on college applications, but in truth, it was just him messing around with a pile of clay most of the time. Though he dabbled in paint and other media, clay was his true expressive passion. It was a nice way to start the day for him, but today he noticed one of the other art students. He almost laughed when he saw her classic sweater. "That's going to get so filthy in here, silly girl." He though, a grin crossing his face. Yet as he watched her closer, he noticed the little things about her. The way she set her books gently on the table. The way she sunk down into her chair before the bell. The way she reached for a canister of blue acrylic paint. Jonathan almost dropped his jar of ceramic glaze. Upon washing his hands from the dust, he smoothly moved over to set his things down beside her. He tried, oh he tried, but he couldn't help but to stare. She must have transferred from another class period, because there was no way he would have missed seeing her before. "Hello." He said quietly, his eyes looking down to meet hers. Jon wasn't particularly smooth with meeting new people, he often came across as obnoxious. Yet something about her told him that she wouldn't judge him to harshly. Something else told him he was dead wrong. But since when did Jon listen to anybody, eh?

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xx // location; classroom, hallway ' ( tags; jonathan, sebastian ) '

she frowned slightly at the nickname due to her height compared to his. she stuck out her tongue at him before he was guiding her down the hall. a quiet gulp escaped the girl due to jon's arm bruising against her own. yet she pushed down the feelings that caused her to grow nervous. thinking about food, she glanced over her shoulder towards the vending machine only to meet a slumped boy's gaze. stella quickly removed her gaze, sucking in her breath. as the dreadful room was just footsteps away, her close friend told her that he was taking her home. "but-" stella began to protest, but she fumbled into a silent classroom as all heads turned towards her. her lips pressed together before she rushed to her seat. the girl took out her notebook and huddled into her chair, keeping her gaze down. the teacher proceeded with the notes relating to the lesson they were beginning. as she scribbled down words, her mind began to drift elsewhere. stella slowly got up and exited the room after being given permission to retrieve her book. the hallways seemed to soothe her as she trudged towards her locker. the walk to her locker was short since it was two or so halls down from her first class. her hands gripped her arms, crossing them. even though the school had heat, it still worked out being cold as the school refused to turn on the air conditioners.

once reaching her locker, she pulled out her book and a plain grey hoodie that was stuffed into her bag. the jacket slipped over her head with ease and snuggled her slim figure. a low grumble caused her to look at her stomach, hunger setting in once more. stella sighed heavily and walked to the vending machine. but this time was different, a familiar face sat slumped against the wall not too far from the machine. how didn't she noticed him there before? he seemed beaten up, literally, due to his position. to stay out of class, she quietly stood in front of him, her shadowing looming over him. "sebastian, right?" the girl softly mumled, holding her book to her ches. the only reason she knew his name was that he sat by her in her first class. stella offered a soft smile, but it only added onto the awkward tension she felt. her eyes glanced away to her shoes before looking back up at his face. as she studied his features more, it seemed evident that the usual bullies had attacked him. "are you.. are you okay?" the question softly fell from her lips, her eyes locked on a slight puffy cheek. her stomach growled again, so she quickly purchased the last bag of chex mix then hurried back over to the older student. as she waited for his reply, she slumped down beside him, but not too close. she wasn't too fond of another human being in close proximity. though, stella did hold out the bag as a kind gesture, hoping he wasn't a germaphobe.