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[isabelle marie parker]

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IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD
T H E Y A R E F I G H T I N G



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Sleepwalking was common amongst children, but when one grew up and it still occurred it could be scary. Being sent to a school for troubled students though really hurt and the look on her face when her parents told her well had to be one of the saddest looks period. Isabelle Marie Parker was fourteen years old and lived in a small town in Oklahoma. The thought of being far away from her family, friends, and life scared her to pieces! A high school away from home where you didn't go tell your mother about the evil girls picking on you or let your dad know about the guy who toyed with your heart. It seemed cruel and inhumane to little Isabelle! The room she was assigned was occupied by a junior or a senior girl who was said to be a love, but Izzy really was frightened by the idea of sharing a room with an older girl. She wanted one of her own, but her parents didn't like the idea of having her left alone..in her opinion it was really hypocritical. She wanted to get better, but she didn't want to be so far away from her comfort zone. Her disorder was something she had no control over, but she was really ashamed of it and hated to tell people. She kept it a secret, because sure everyone was here for their problems but she didn’t want people to know hers. Or well she was going to try and keep it a secret...The day had been an emotional one. The family flew over here with her and her stuff was already here. They helped her settle her stuff in and then they took the late flight back to her hometown, so they wouldn’t tempt her anymore about being back home.

Summer time was on the approach though and she had just graduated eighth grade. Some present this was! The person she shared a room with was either not around or really good at hiding. Either way Isabelle did not want to meet her just yet. She as soon as her parents left grabbed her key and went outside looking around. The sun was barely starting to go down and she felt as if her whole day was wasted. Though she didn’t want to be here all alone she knew the only way to go home was to make the best of it and go home! Amongst her with people with scary disorders such as psychotic, schizophrenia, bipolar...when she looked around it wasn’t something she could easily identify. Though she was loud and proud and made friends easy, today she was just moping about. A small gust of warm wind came about stirring her pretty brown locks and she decided to pull them back into a pony tail that swayed and bounced with her step.

A beep on her phone signified an email. Her parents had wrote her. Honey, we love you and we only want the best for you. try and not be too scared and remember we’re always a phone call away. We are proud of you even if you didn’t want to go you’re getting help. It is a big big step! Please sleep well! We will call you in the morning. Remember time differences my dear! Hope you met your roommate and are having a ball. Night night sweetie love Mama and Papa She exited out after reading it and sighed a tear slid down her cheek and as she whisked it away she knew they only meant well and were trying to help but they only made it harder on her. She glanced about as the lights began to come on she decided she would explore more tomorrow.

Getting up to her room she went and grabbed her shower stuff and moseyed around until she found the shower room. She went in took a shower, brushed her teeth, combed her hair, washed her face, and wrapped her hair up in her towel. She was dressed for bed and off to her room. It was still silent, but so was she coming in just in case the girl was in there or there was another one that moved in more recently. She crawled into her bed only after making sure Mister Piggy was there to cuddle with. She held him tight after pulling the blankets on over her. Her phone she plugged in next to the outlet with the lamp plugged into it. She hoped that wouldn’t be a problem.

Tears strolled down her cheeks as the reality set in more and more. She hated this! As the night fell through the tears/crying slowly put her to sleep and she was out for a good couple hours until she got up and exited her room. Izzy, was sound asleep dreaming of this and how she really wanted to react. Another bad habit when she would walk in her sleep was talking. ”Please don’t make me go!” she muttered aloud. Slowly the girl who thought she was safe in her new bed with Mister Piggy was out in the common room and by no means was she alone.

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[victoria hope jean]

Hey mom,

I just wanted to tell you that everything is going great! I feel so much better, thanks to the help of these counselors. Everyone here is just so amazing. The staff, the people. I have met so many people here that I love dearly. I've made more friends than I thought possible! It's also nice to know that I'm not the only one going through this. You know.. you could have told me that Connor was coming here. I hope you know that it's not helping my condition, concerning that he's part of it. I know that I haven't told you the whole story about why I did what I did. I will tell you soon enough. I love you, mom.

Love always,

Hope

Once she pressed send, she let out a sigh of relief. She hadn't emailed her mom since she arrived here in November. She was so mad that she was sent here to fend for herself. Sure, this place wasn't all that bad, but she wanted to be at home with her mom and her baby sister. She wanted to ride her horse and play piano with her mom. Instead, she was here. She lied to her mom, this place wasn't helping her anymore. It was when she first got here, but now she was falling back into her own personal hell. It was a death sentence, she knew, but she didn't care. She didn't want to be here anymore.

Hope let out a sigh and closed her laptop, before looking down at the piano that she had it laid on. She let a small smile come to her lips, before she played a note, letting it ring out. She then grinned and began playing a lullaby that her brother once taught her. She missed those days, playing with her brother, she knew that they were long gone. All thanks to Alex.. She hated him for it. She couldn't live a normal life anymore. She had to go on with her life knowing that her brother hated her, all because of a lie that Alex told him. She began to hum along to the lullaby she was playing, letting the memories of her old life to come flowing back to her. A small tear fell down her cheek as she thought back on the times that she was happy, before she stopped playing abruptly. She picked up her things and practically ran out of the music room. She couldn't deal with thinking about those memories right now. Soon, she found herself back in the comfort of her room.

Amanda wasn't there, thankfully. If she knew what she was about to do, then she would kill her. She walked over to her roommates bed and pulled out the knife that she knew that she kept. Slowly, she pulled up her shirt and let the knife cut into her stomach, the one place that she knew no one would look. She wouldn't dare let anyone pull up her shirt. Sure, she had scars all over her body, but this was the one place with the most. She stopped the bleeding, once she had her feel, before pulling back down her shirt. She wiped the blood off of the knife and placed it back where she got it, before leaving the room once more. She made her way to the common room, finding some of her friends there. She grinned at all of them, before taking a seat.

She didn't stay there long, because soon after she got there, she was beginning to feel tired. She rubbed at her eyes for a moment, before declaring to the others that she was going to bed. She quietly opened the door and was surprised to see another body in the once empty bed. Her new roommate must have gotten here not too long ago. She looked down at her for a moment, before going into the bathroom and changing into her sleeping attire. She grabbed her stuffed horse that her mom gave her before she left, and laid down in her bed. She didn't even have time to fall asleep, before she heard the new girl mumble something in her sleep.

Soon after, she saw the girl get up and leave, but something didn't feel right. Hope got out of her bed, grabbed her phone, and slowly followed her new roommate, "What the hell is she doing?" she mumbled to herself. After a moment of just standing in the common room, she tapped the young girl on the shoulder, "Hey, are you alright?"

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[isabelle marie parker]

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IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD
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The tale of a sleepwalker could be a rather classical tale or it could be a completely harsh or it could be completely innocent it really depended how strong of a sleeper you were, what kind of dream you were having, and how much depth the disorder had. It wasn’t the worst disorder out there, but Isabelle tried very tough to keep it a secret, because she didn’t want people messing with her when she was sleep walking she was known to have done some pretty dangerous things that disturbed the innocent young female. Nothing that was of a sexual nature, but that of a violent nature! Izzy had never been a violent young woman despite when she wasn’t controlling herself. The reason she was here is because the sleepwalking had no limits. The sad part was that it even began to get attention from particular caddy girls in her school. Sweet Isabelle, was the victim of bullying from one girl in particular her name was Angela. Angela had got wind of Isabelle the night walker and she’d stalk her house at night. One night she even took a video and the next day publicly humiliated her at her school. The girl was aware people were aware, but she was sensitive about the matter. It really got to far one day and the girl had fought. Yes, she got in a fight. It did not last long. It was instantly broken up because it was on school grounds. She was as nice as could be even to people that were mean to her usually, but she just grew tired.

Examples of her night time expenditures were late night walks to the grocery store with her dog Marley, walking around the town at night, and destruction if her dreams or mood was disruptive. The day she had gotten in a fight with Angela was the day she destroyed the kitchen. Anger and sleepwalking did not mix. In the town when she was walking around sometimes cars would honk and startle the girl out of her sleep. She nearly at one point had a heart attack! See one of the things people learned from having Miss Parker in their town in Oklahoma is that you shouldn’t mess with someone when they are partaking in this, because it could be fatal to your health and her health. Isabelle had only physically harmed one person intentionally in her lifetime and that was Angela, but apparently when she first started this more often as a teen her mother didn’t know really how to handle it and she caught Izzy going outside so she attempted to try and wake her up which resulted in Izzy swinging and she ended up punching her mother. That was a story she did not like to tell though. She really hoped that just for tonight though she would be safe as she slept. The tears were gone and so was she in her sleep, but the disorder stuck with her.

This place was a lot scarier than her hometown. There was chances of her falling down steps, drowning in that lake, the pool, and much more. Though she knew people would try and stop her in the mean time it wasn’t safe and then this place was a lot bigger and less familiar! Not to mention she was heartbroken. Though the girl had hopes when she fell asleep that she wouldn’t walk tonight she knew that she couldn’t prevent herself from it unless she didn’t sleep and she was honestly tired. It was probably dangerous not waiting up for her roommate and telling her the issue at hand, but she had no clue when she was going to be back and alls she wanted to do was sleep and cuddle the stuffed pig. At the first wake of sleep she had seen her parents and then she was left here she had in the start cried for them not to leave her here which played out aloud, before she got up and began to walk. The common room was where she was now walking about she had picked up something and she had grabbed a couch pillow and to her dismay people were watching her and she clutched it tight. That was when Hope tapped her and it was one of the biggest mistakes she could have made. The day had worn the girl out and she was deep into her sleep. She turned around and swung her hand in a slap. Whether it had connected or not well she didn’t feel a thing, because well she thought she was dreaming. It was how she felt. She felt like she had been slapped in the face by being brought to this place. Maybe, the action was just telling the story in her world but in reality it could be fatal to the individual if of course she had still be in the way.

The girl did not hear her when she asked her if she was okay, but one of her freaky features was the ability to partially open her eyes when she was asleep. She did this looking directly at her roommate, but then they shut again and she walked away from her. She ran into the couch and sort of stumbled backwards only to turn around and head in the other direction. In her mind she was throwing a tantrum at the news of her parents telling her they were sending her off to Hawthorne and she had made it back to her room. She signed onto her laptop and she had looked it up online. It was a school for disordered students. She was crazy in their eyes she knew it. Anger shot through the small teen in her sleep. She had made it to a wall, but in her mind she was in her room taking a picture of her family and dropping it on the ground, because she felt shattered, but she was really here taking a picture off the wall, because and she dropped it letting it shower. It was funny how this was playing out in reality, but not really. Then she went to move around the glass, but well she was asleep and she did not see the ground. She stepped on small shard, but it drove into her skin. The piercing pain that was suddenly in her foot woke her up and she screamed at the site of blood and what she had done.

”Oh gosh...” she said looking down and then she looked up to see the dark haired brunette in the common room with her. Her eyes were full with fear and pain. She gulped. She felt kind of dizzy. She jumped on one foot over to the couch as she looked at her foot tears began to swell in her eyes. Not only did she cause herself to bleed but someone had been here watching her. She didn’t know any better and she clutched her foot to stop the blood from gushing out onto the floor or wherever else it was leaking onto. She was in a panic not only being caught by the staff, but by the Hope being there, because she had not a single clue who she was. She was too distracted at the moment, but she wanted to scream for the girl to get out. This was the worst night of her life and it was far from over. Somehow she needed to explain, clean up, and stop this pain. She was fourteen. She missed her mother! She had no clue where to even begin!

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[victoria hope jean]

sometimes, the young latina girl felt like she didn't belong to hawthorne. there were many people here with problems thought to stay for the rest of their lives. she could get rid of her depression and anorexia, but people here with problems like schizophrenia or multiple personality disorder, they were probably going to have to put up with their problems for the rest of their lives. when she thought about this, she always started to feel bad, because she might have the spot of someone that needs it more than she does. she could have easily seen a therapist down in houston, or her parents could have just let her suffer by herself. then, there was another time that she was glad she was far away from houston; that place could suck the soul out of someone. not that she didn't love houston, but there were just too many memories that she wanted to forget about from there. when she got out of hawthorne, she couldn't wait to move to another state, another country, and start all over. she could just forget about her old life, she didn't have to think about everything that happened to her. oh, if she actually had the courage to leave her family behind her.

hope never told people why she was here... well, not the whole story, anyway. at most, she would say, 'i have a mood disorder.' that could mean a lot of things. she could be bipolar for all they knew, but no. depression was eating her alive, day by day. she could slowly feel herself give into her demons and she knew that this depression would end her young life in just a matter of years, if she didn't get a hold of it while she still could. she didn't even want to think about reality, she would sleep all the time if she could. though, sometimes even her dreams were worse than the things that she's actually lived. no matter what she did, she couldn't escape her demons. she knew that her mind wanted to just give up, but hope was stubborn. she wanted to go back to her normal, peppy self. she acted like that in front of others, because she wanted others to think that she was normal, but she knew she was far from it. if anyone back in houston knew where she went, they would automatically call her crazy or insane. she just wanted to punch someone in the face when she was called that. she wasn't crazy, her state of mind just wasn't in the best shape it could be in. with the right help, she knew she could go back to normal.. now just to find the right help. she knew that it wasn't here, at hawthorne, no matter what her parents said. she's the one who has to live here and put up with the staff. they didn't care, they just wanted their money, and be damned if they didn't get it.

now, there were only so many things that hope could put up with. she had put up with some crazy things the times that she had been here. she was stabbed, called names, threatened of her life, and she gave herself away... willingly, for once in her life. when being stabbed, she had provoked the person to do that. she pissed the person off to the point that he just pushed the blade into her stomach. it wasn't bad, but she knew that she would never forget it. so, when her new room mate turned around and slapped her, her blood began to boil. she didn't know what was going on with this chick, but no one laid a hand on hope like that. she was just trying to help, trying to make sure the young girl was alright. the girl just stared at her, then.. closed her eyes and walked off? something just wasn't right here, she couldn't put her finger on it. she let out a long breath, trying to calm down, before watching the young girl with big, curious eyes. she had never encountered something like this, so that's why she couldn't just walk away and go to sleep. she wanted to know what was going to happen, if she had popcorn, this would all be perfect. it would be like a watching a movie, because this girl was acting peculiar. hope had encountered sociopaths, schizophrenics, people with multiple personalities, but not someone that seemed like they were under some sort of spell. she didn't know if she should be scared, worried, or put it off. what was one to do in a situation like this?

hope's eyes widened at the sight of the dark haired girl picking up a picture off of the wall and dropping it to the ground. she watched as glass showered everywhere and she bit down on her bottom lip, now knowing that this wasn't going to turn out well. she knew that the young girl was going to get hurt and she wanted to stop her, but she didn't want to get hit again. slowly, she began to walk over to her room mate, but it was too late, the girl had already stepped on a piece, which lodged itself into her foot. she flinched a bit when the girl came to her senses and let out a scream at the sight of the blood, and what happened. in all reality, hope didn't think it was so bad, but then again hope thought different to many people. when the other girl looked up at her, she couldn't help but feel sorry for her. she just had to help her now, there was no doubt about it. hope had a soft heart and seeing someone hurt, she couldn't stand it. she sat herself down beside the brunette and looked down at the girls foot. her nose scrunched up at the sight, but it didn't really bother her as much as it would most girls, "I- uh.." she started, before stopping. she had no idea what to say in a situation like this, so she just kind of let the words spill out of her, "i'm not going to ask what is going on with you, but do you need some help? i have a first aid kit back in the room," her voice was soft. she so didn't want to be yelled at, because that would only make her mad.

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notes: i seriously didn't think this was going to be one thousand words, but i surprised myself. (:

[isabelle marie parker]

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A story of a small girl moving from the world of Amber, Oklahoma to South Haven, Maine well was one heck of a challenge. She was aware her story would probably be nothing compared to the stories that she would here in this place. Or the stories she would not hear in this place. The airplane ride her well she had balled her little eyes out or big eyes out. When she got here the school looked nice enough and she was being brave, because she knew that this was the best thing for her, but the people well when she walked in some of them know most of them looked really intimidating. Then right after she was all packed in her parents left so they didn’t have to see the pain in her eyes. They never really said goodbye, because goodbyes meant that in her opinion they would not be back period. They’d be back for her and hopefully soon.

Isabelle, well she never had a dream that was so rapid to the day. She never really had done something that depicted what was going on her dreams so vividly. It was almost scary how dead on it was while her roommate watched on with eyes of fear after getting hit. For someone who never watched a sleepwalker well it could be a rather interesting experience. There had been videos of Izzy put up on such places like Youtube or taken on people’s phones and it drove her crazy that people watched on like she was some freak show or something. It sucked even more that she wasn’t aware what was going on some of the people here well there disorders well they were a lot more controllable and tolerable then hers, but she wasn’t the only one here though she was not sure who all had the same problem as her or would even admit to it. This wasn’t something in her opinion that could be cured. How could you get someone to stop walking in their sleep if they did not even know they were doing it? You could try and guide them away from it, but she researched it that would not happen. Izzy had a fear of always being crazy....she had a fear that no one would like her here because of this especially if they found it amusing or watched it play out. Who would know the current person watching her would change her views if she admitted to watching this all play out would end up being her best friend here.

When she finally did wake up she did not recollect the fact that she had extended her hand and slapped the girl across the face. Alls she saw was blood, glass, and hope. Sure, the blood paranoid her, because she was young, but she was also paranoid. Her heart was racing because it she did not know how to explain this to someone and she didn’t know why she had broke the picture or what she had possibly done to the girl. This happened often when she use to be at home and she’d wake up in the kitchen to her mother already cleaning the mess she had made or when someone followed her home just to make sure she got there when she had lurked about the time. Isabelle shut her eyes and gulped only to open her eyes at the girl who was in front of her asking if she wanted some help because she had a first aide kid back in her room. Y-yes...please?” she said in a sort of questionable tone. She really wasn’t sure what was going on with her or what was going to go on. She didn’t let the words register with her. She did not realize she said room that this was one of her roommates. It would not have scared her so bad if she would have known. ”Please don’t tell on me I’ll clean it up I promise.” she said as she began go panic even more thinking of the ISO units she had read about and tears began to escape her eyes more rapidly. The girl said she was not going to ask her what was going on with her, but she was sure it had been obvious. If not then she’d pry need to explain herself.

The silence that fell across the room when Hope left she almost decided to run for it her foot was not that bad. Though she was afraid that the girl would chase her and something bad would happen. She wanted to curl up in a ball and pretend like she wasn’t here and well she did not even know the half of it. If Izzy knew that she had laid even a finger on Hope she would pry go into a series of annoying apologies and such. Or be forever trying to do something for her or something, because it was her fault she didn’t stay awake long enough to warn the girl that she was a sleep walker and if she saw her walking that it would pry be the better idea to just take a strong hold on both sides of her either side of her shoulder and guide her back to bed. Though, she didn’t think the very first night would really be a problem she didn’t normally have a certain occasion for when she slept walked. It was just kind of at random and sometimes it was every night or sometimes it didn’t happen for a week it just depended. In some occasions when she got super tired she would have someone well tie her down. That sounded back, but she had straps or this sounded horrible but she had a straight jacket. That she didn’t like because that made her seem really crazy and it wasn’t really like that horrible of a case, but it could be severe from time to time. She would call tonight extremely mild. It wasn’t her worse, but it could have if she hadn’t stepped on that glass.

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( words one thousand fourteen( outfit here ) ( lyrics "zombie" by the cranberries ) ( credit this template was made by zee (a.k.a. FLUNK IS A FOUR LETTER WORD of caution 2.0). Steal, and you will wake up inside a snowman on the north flippin' pole. )

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[victoria hope jean]

hope's story was one that you would see on a movie; one that you would read about, but never think that anything like that would happen to you. she used to always think like that. she always felt so bad when she read an article in a magazine about a girl being raped, then it just had to happen to her. she didn't react like the girls she read about; she reacted so much worse, but they didn't have people not believe them. no one would believe her, no matter who she tried to tell. she honestly should write a script about it, it'd make for a good movie, but change the ending. yeah, like she'd really do that, that didn't interest her. she didn't want the whole world to know what happened to her. she hated how people would tell the world their sob story and make millions off of it. she didn't get it, she's embarrassed by what happened to her. how could they not be?

she really just wanted alex to get a taste of his own medicine, but the world just didn't like for her to have nice things. i mean, hell, she came here and she was finally away from him, then he fucking shows up. she must have done something bad in another life, and she's finally paying for it. it was crazy to think about it that way, mainly because she didn't even believe in that shit. she used to be a christian, until all of this happened. sometimes, she feels like there still is a god somewhere out there, but then she thinks: how could someone, who loved someone so much, put them through this? her mother told her it wasn't him, it was the devil, but she didn't believe it. but, anyway, enough talk about religion, back to the topic at hand. alex had done so many terrible things to her; raped her, turned her friends and family against her, hell he even threatened her sometimes. how could someone be so fucked up? no wonder his parents sent him here, he deserved to be here. but why did they have to send him here of all places? probably talked to her parents about it, who always said nice things about the place. she could punch her parents for that, but she wasn't that kind of kid; she respected her elders.

hope had a feeling the girl didn't even know what had just happened moments prior, so she wasn't going to tell her unless she asked. should she even tell her that the young girl had slapped her? nah, it seemed like she would feel so bad for it. it didn't really hurt all that bad, just a little sting. she didn't want her to feel bad, so she just brushed it off. it didn't bother her anyway, but she was kind of curious what was going on with the girl. she wasn't going to ask, because she hated it when people asked her what she was here for. she never really told them anyway, but it seemed like this girl would have to go into a long explanation about it. the young latina just nodded her head, before standing up to go get her first-aid kit. she always had one, just in case she actually did something a little too dangerous and she needed to clean herself up. before she could leave, she heard the panicked voice of the girl and she looked down at her, before nodding again, "I won't, I promise. I'll even help you clean up," she said, giving her a soft smile before walking at a fast pace back to her room.

her eyes swept over the room, as she tried to remember where she had placed the kit, before she snapped her fingers when she remembered and ran to look under her bed. her skinny arm reached under the big bed, before her hand landed on the plastic kit. she grinned and brought it to her chest, standing up from the ground and running out of the room. how was she even going to help the girl clean it up? it was going to be hard to get the glass out of her foot, atleast to hope, because it would hurt the girl. she didn't want to see her in pain, maybe she just wouldn't look up at the girl. as she finally came back into the common room, she sat beside the girl and opened up the first aid kit. there were regular band aids, gauze, the tape to put around it, cleaning supplies, tweezers, and just about anything else you would need to help you out. she picked up the tweezers, since the glass was small, and there was no way either of them were going to put their nasty fingers on that cut, cleaning supplies, and some bandages. placing them on the cushion beside her, she looked over at the young girl before letting out a sigh, "you know, it's going to hurt.." she said in a quiet voice, before biting down on her lips once again.
tag: izzy
outfit: click!
word count: eight hundred and sixty three
notes: this isn't the best, but here ya go! ;D

[isabelle marie parker]

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IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD
T H E Y A R E F I G H T I N G



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I all honesty isabelle, was going to be experiencing a lot of different people she did not in alice, oklahoma. the town was sheltered and in time she’d meet people with random colored hair, pregnant teens, crazy teens, a guy that liked explosives, a cute blind guy and an awesome dog, and people that were suffering all around in different ways that she couldn’t imagine. the girl in front of her well she didn’t know what was wrong with her and she was not going to ask, because she did not want to have to tell her why she was acting like a freak! though, if hope ever did tell her the complete story izzy wouldn’t understand the whole thing, because of how she had been brought up. she was one of those girls that weren’t all the way up to dating or anything like that and most girls her age well had already slept with someone...well at least in california that was true...she was innocent and she liked it that way sure she crushed on plenty of guys, but she was kind of shy in that fact. she was boyy crazy but terrified at the same time.


the whole sleeping walking thing well she didn’t have people that did that to her it was a natural cause for whatever fucking reason. hope had alexander cavalier here not that she knew of him yet, but the girl would meet the infamous boy terrorizing little miss jean’s life and she wouldn’t like him one bit and he’d pry do some really fucked up things to her, but right now she was oblivious to all that and she didn’t want to think of herself getting harmed in that way. izzy was a little angel well to an extent of course and she would not understand that someone would want to hurt her in anyway and why they would do it either, but other people all the same. the cruel world should be hidden form izzy like her family had wanted, but here it wouldn’t she would not understand how people could do so much harm to other people nor would she wanted too.


the fact of the matter was isabelle was going to wake up and remember none of this and that was what happened when she walked...the scene was not as bad as previous ones, but she still had no idea how she got out here well she knew, but she didn’t want to it was so frustrating to her. it was also adding to the tears. she really wanted to curl up in a ball right now and just cry cry cry her little heart out. “th-thank you” she choked out and then soon enough she watched the girl dissapear. ”i hate when this happens....people stare at me...im a freak.” she whispered under her breathe and began to rock back and forth. she didn’t know what to do she felt so out of place and the girl seemed nice but you could tell that she was confused and pry frightened. it was good that she was getting help, but she almost wished she was not. she looked at her foot again. yeah that helped her to calm down alright. she felt herself shiver and then she shut her eyes placing the foot on the ground. ”oww” she whimpered yeah that was stupid!


the girl came back into the room and with the first aide kit izzy sucked it up a bit, because she didn’t want to look like a baby though she kind of was going to be the baby of the room and well that would be okay with her in due time, because the friendship she was going to make with this girl was going to be one hell of a friendship. ”yeah..i know” she said with a nod and she looked at her. ”if you if you don’t want to pull it out i can do it.” she said weakly though she wasn’t sure she could she had never like stepped on glass before? out all the dumb things she had to do on the first night she had to step on glass. ”i d- i didn’t hurt you did i?” she asked looking at the girl before she got fixed. she really just wanted to know. the girl was about her size pry older and really nice and she wouldn’t be able to take if she did hurt her. that pry sounded like a dumb question to hope, but well izzy did not remember a thing.

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[victoria hope jean]

this situation was an interesting one for little miss hope. she had never in her life experienced a sleepwalker. she didn't see anything too wrong with it, they didn't know that they were doing it, unless someone woke them up and told them. it just so happened that the first time she encountered it, it was her roommate.. and her roommate hit her. now, she only thought that she would see something like this on a comedy show, up until the young girl stepped on the piece of glass. it's just how she saw things, because a lot of things that happened in hawthorne.. you never actually thought would happen! no one actually thought crazy shit would go down, they thought their lives would be boring. boy, were they wrong.

not only did some of the most outrageous parties happen under the staffs nose, but some of the most... disturbing things. a young girl being tortured, just because she wanted to leave the room, girls getting raped, not to mention some of the things the two girls didn't even know that was going to happen in just a few weeks time. a hostage situation, where many people get hurt, to a bonfire and a firework incident with a sweet deaf boy. yeah, this place could be your own peronal hell if you weren't careful. you really had to watch what you did, or what you said. there were just too many people that could get set off easily around here; this wasn't a place for the innocent, that was certain. hope found that out a long time ago. though some like the innocent that are here, others want to take advantage of that, ruin it... it's easy to do, especially if they're overwhelmed with the feeling of being sent to a place such as hawthorne.

that's probably how the girl in front of her felt; overwhelmed, betrayed, abandoned. shed soon find out she wasn't alone, or abandoned, at all. she'd probably find some of her best friends here. atleast, that's what hope wished for her. looking at her, hope felt a little protective already, looking at her. there was just something about her, she couldn't put her finger on it exactly. if only she knew the girl was her soon found best friend. they'd have so many fun moments, but the worst moments friends could possibly have too, "i think i can handle it," hope said, laughing lightly, "i'm not all that freaked out by blood, but if you want to do it.." she trailed off, though she was sure that the young girl in front of her didn't want to do it. she picked up the tweezers and looked at the girl, waiting to see who was going to get the glass out. she just really didn't want to see the girl in pain. she couldn't handle seeing people in pain, it wasn't her cup of tea. when she asked if she hurt her, she immediately shook her head. what a liar. she bit the inside of her cheek for a moment, before smiling warmly at her, "no, you didn't. don't worry," it wasn't like it was that bad at all.. she didn't want to tell her, then her be all upset and apologizing like crazy. then, she would just be feeling uncomfortable and feel bad for telling her.
tag: izzy
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word count: five hundred and sixty six.
notes: yeah, so this definitely sucks.

[isabelle marie parker]

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The insanity of the first night would be nothing compared to what would go down in nights, weeks, or even a month or so to come. yeah no one could have prepared izzy for that. her and her crazy little disorder she hated oh so much, because it got her into really crappy situations. this place was like going to be great for meeting people from around the country and around the world, but some people not so much. if you wanted action though like crazy action you thought you only could see in theaters this was one hell of a place to occupy! isabelle was dreading telling her roommates about this and her stupid disorder, but she had to tell them, because well like tonight if she got up and sauntered around at least they would know where she was!

her parents told her this place would be okay and up until now it kind of had been. she had went to bed and then she acted up. if security saw her she wondered if they would really lock her up or put her back to sleep. it wasn’t like she could control herself sleep walking and that iso room the way it looked in the pictures....it scared the bejebus out of her! the pretty girl that was helping her though she didn’t look like she would tell on her and she even offered to help her which comforted her. who would actually offer to tweeze glass out of someone else’s foot if they didn’t even know them? not many people...izzy already loved her, but she was fourteen years old and helpless...she could love just about any friendly sould and had a love for people in general.. though that may end up getting her in some trouble in time.

”i-if you want” she said being nice, but she really just wanted it out of her foot already. she didn’t care who did it really if she wasn’t scared of blood then she should just really...no that wasn’t her job. izzy lightly took the tweezers from her and looked at her foot she pulled it out wincing and tears falling, but she was trying to be a big girl. ”oww.” she pouted and instantly put the tweezers on the couch and well the piece of glass she had it in her hand, but her other hand went to covering her foot and applying pressure, because that made it feel better.

[/b]”sorry.”[/b] she said trying to stop herself from crying more. she felt like the biggest baby ever. when she said she didn’t hurt her she just nodded not sure if she believed her or not, because people tended to try and talk to her when she was sleepwalking and bad stuff did happen. once all was said and done and a ban aid was on she gave a weak smile. ”thank you” she said and then she looked to the mess and back at hope. ”you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to...i don’t want you to get into trouble this is all my dumb fault.” she said standing up and she winced it kind of hurt, but she was trying to be a big girl once again and she noted she didn’t know where a broom was and turned back to her. ”do you know where they keep the witch sticks?” she asked playfully meaning broom and demonstrating so...in an expression of sweeping just in case she didn’t get it...


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[victoria hope jean]

hope watched the young girl as she took the glass out of her foot and she scrunched up her nose and she watched the glass come out of her foot. she knew that it had to hurt, and as the girl said an 'ow' and pouted, her thoughts were confirmed. she didn't have to do it by herself, but atleast the glass was out now. that was the good part. hope cleaned off the tweezers once the girl had placed them down and looked at the wound at its full effect. she felt bad for her, because it looked bad, "you don't need to keep it unprotected, so just keep a band aid on it for a while" she said, offering her a warm smile. she really should just go to the infirmary and let the nurse take care of it, but that nurse was always nosy and asked a bunch of questions. usually, she always got the answers out of hope and always scolded her, but she never turned her in to her counselor, which always made her happy.

this young girl always had to help people, it was just who she was. no matter how pissed off she got at others, or how mean they were, she helped them. if someone was in trouble, she had to. she loved people and she was there for them. people that just met her on a bad day probably wouldn't think that, because she could be a real bitch, but she did. she was just.. fiery, but she was a sweetheart, it was obvious. she used to hold the title for 'Hawthorne's Sweetheart' but she had been acting weird, been acting more mean and bitchy, rather than the innocent sweetheart she once was. she needed to get back to that hope, not this one.

hope shook her head and stood up, she was going to help her clean this up. it was the least that she could do, "no, i'm going to help you. i doubt we get into trouble, anyway," she said, looking at the damage. if the two of them both worked on it, it wouldn't take that long to clean it up. she looked over at the girl, "i'm hope, by the way," she said, finally deciding to introduce herself. of course, she never said her first name. she hated that name. at the mention of witch sticks, she laughed out loud and nodded her head. she moved over to a closet that wasn't far from them and picked up two brooms, before walking back over to her and offering her one, "i have never heard someone call a broom a witch stick," she said, grinning. she liked the saying, she might just start loving. it reminded her of harry potter and quidditch, because they always had to use souped up brooms. she moved over to where the mess was and started sweeping up some of the glass, not caring if the young girl didn't need her help or not. she wasn't just going to leave her to do this all by herself, she was nicer than that.
tag: izzy
outfit: click!
word count: five hundred and twenty eight.
notes: yeah, so this definitely sucks.

[isabelle marie parker]

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isabelle, would have never done that back home her mother would have babied her and she would have took the glass out of her foot and well she would have taken it out and she would have had izzy go wash her foot off in the bathtub and put alcohol on it then given her a cookie, but more recently as she was getting older there was less of that treatment and she was starting to learn a lot of different things in order to make her feel independent. izzy smiled when the girl kind of mothered her with her words. thank you” she said sweetly and she took a band aid from hopes kit and well she had it on her foot. ”you’re really nice” she informed the girl as if she did not know she was being nice of course she knew that! she was trying to. it was a lot different from what she expected from anyone at this place with some of the things she heard...well the disorders she heard about she was ill prepared for them, but her parents had told her that if she got in any trouble the security they had at this place would take care of it, because well it had to be top notch right? they wouldn’t just lock a bunch of trouble teens away and let them kill each other would they? that would well be really really really mean! if someone came after izzy she didn’t know what she would do, but she was sent with pepper spray. though, izzy was too nice to use it on anyone. she would pry even be too nice to someone that was mean to her and be pretty forgiving...especially if she were too like the person that was just a quality isabelle held and it was not always a good thing. though she would never forgive a bully, she despised it. the girl use to be fat....and now she was thin framed from working out and to get the eyes off of her and to avoid trouble.


isabelle chewed on her lip like it was a bad habit, but it was really a bad habit of hers. the brunette who looked to be older than her was so pretty izzy almost felt kind of intimidated. she hoped that she could be friends with even the older people here if they were as nice as hope. she hoped that she was nice like this because the school was helping her! that would be nice and it gave her a bit of hope about this place. it was kind of cute, because the girl didn’t know that she went by hope...that would click in her mind as a sign. she did not know in time to come she’d learn to kind of enjoy herself here even if she did get better. hope would be her sign of hope!

the girl insisted on helping her which was really nice so then izzy was not going to argue with her of course, because one she was tired and two she seemed friendly, and she was enjoying her company even if it had to do with her sleepwalking. okay! she said kind of chipper now and her smile went wide when she said she doubted they’d get into trouble. well, that was a relief! good cause i didn’t mean to...” she said biting her lip yet again she did that a lot during conversation. she was surprised that she didn’t have an indent in her lip where her teeth would go! izzy looked around the coast was still clear. ”in case you did not guess...i walk in my sleep and do some pretty bad things, but but im not bad she said shaking her head not wanting to give her that impression, because she was well one of the sweetest people you could meet? maybe? when she said her name was hope she tucked some hair behind her ear. ”that is a really pretty name.” she complimented and thought about it for a second...oh she should introduce herself!

[/b]my name is isabelle, i am use too izzy, but you could call me either i really don’t mind all that much”[/b] she kind of shrugged and when she said she hadnt hear someone call it a broomstick before she let herself giggle a little i’m silly like that?” she said it being her explanation, and she took the broom from the girl in a nice manner and began to sweep away the glass or the trouble for the night kind of glancing up at hope...had she just made her first friend?


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[victoria hope jean]

hope nodded her head and a smile still on her lips. she was just happy that she was able to help the younger girl in whatever way she could. it's always what she liked to do, help people.. it was actually what she wanted to do when she got older, help people. if it meant volunteering somewhere, or actually making a career out of it somehow. she let out a small laugh when she said she was nice and shrugged her shoulders, "thank you! i try to be," she said, honestly. she really did have an attitude problem and she needed to work on it. it pissed people off and she really didn't mean to, sometimes. it just happened. she didn't like having people mad at her.. though it happens more than she sometimes realizes. she loved making people smile, though, so she tries more to help them and bite down on her tongue. if she could make someone smile once a day, she's done her job. that's all that mattered to her right now.

there were things she really needed to inform people of about hawthorne. no matter how much they tried to sell that this was a top notch school, it really wasn't. the students here got away with a lot of things. from drinking and doing drugs to even hurting someone to the point of landing them in the hospital. yeah, sometimes the people got caught, but there were a lot that went down right under the staffs nose, "trust me, you won't get into trouble," she assured her. this wasn't really anything to throw someone into isolation for, anyway. the young girl didn't know she was doing it, she couldn't help it. they needed to watch out for the people that were real trouble. not people that sleep walk.

when she told her what she did, she gave her a soft smile and nodded her head, "that's not that bad. trust me, i've heard worse," she really had. she didn't think sleep walking was all that bad, unless they like... killed someone in their sleep without knowing. she didn't think this girl did that, so she didn't worry, "i can tell you're not bad." she wasn't going to say why she was here, she didn't know the girl! plus, she was ashamed of her problems, she didn't flaunt it around like some of the people here. she technically had three problems: the suicidal thoughts, anorexia, and she was kind of addicted to cutting herself, "thank you! it's actually my middle name. my first name is just.. lame," she said, laughing a little bit afterwards because she sounded silly saying that, "isabelle.. that's a beautiful name. it's nice to meet you, izzy." she nodded her head and started sweeping up some of the glass as well. she was going to get this place looking like nothing had ever happened. she stayed quiet for a few moments. she had never seen the girl around here, so she knew that she had to be new. but she was going to ask the obvious, "so, you're new here?"
tag: izzy
outfit: click!
word count: five hundred and eighteen
notes: nahhh. i love you, janet!<3

[isabelle marie parker]

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he younger girl, watched how the older girl was carrying herself even throughout her just saying she was nice. the body language was nice in and of itself. she wasn't be sarcastic or anything like she assumed most people would be here. the girl was not to fond of being here for a sleeping disorder she could only imagine how bad it was going to be for other's here with the more serious issues and the girl was almost nervous she was going to be mixed up with them in classes and not being able to tell who they were, because they were all here to get better and not judging the bad people and putting them in special classes was kind of demeaning, but she wished they would be in a special class. well for not she wouldn't have to worry it was just summer and well they had months before school actually got started. "i don't really think you are trying." she said kind of throwing that out there. "i think it just comes naturally i mean from what i see...i don't know maybe i'm just being silly and rambling at the mouth because of it i am sorry." she said biting her lip because that was something she did a lot when she was nervous. that was just a detail that would come into notice given that someone examined her a bit.
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when she told her the reason she was here she didn't really know what to expect but then she heard her mention something like it wasn't so bad. well it really just depended on where izzy was headed and how deep of sleep she was in and what mood she went in when she went to bed. usually it was a pleasant one, but currently she was uneasy because of the fact she was here so well she really didn't know what else could have happened. it was just a picture hopefully. izzy had never really hurt hurt someone in her sleep. "thank you that is relieving, but i'm not to fond of it." she said chewing on her inner cheek. i guess though this is the best place for this stuff, to get better and such" she said with a smile kind of happy about that. "i want to get better and then go back to oklahoma, and compete pageants...and" well that was weird just random facts. she was just excited she met someone in her own weird little way. "i won't get in trouble?" she asked with a smile. kind of rhetorically. i mean i guess that is relieving but do others get in trouble? she asked nervously.


the other latina girl was really sweet she wondered what she was really here for when it came time to her like actual disorder, but she wasn't going to ask, because she didn't want to be that girl that kind of got into everyone's information. she wanted to keep her secret for awhile, but more than likely the girl had seen it all play out so she thought it would be a good idea to explain it to her. she explained her name and izzy kind of thought it sounded silly, but than hey it was still part of her name and hope kind of seemed to fit the beautiful girl in front of her. "well, i think its pretty and its nice to meet you too!" she complimented with a shrug as she kept at cleaning up the mess. "yeah i just go here today" she said to clarify. "it seems like a kind of nice place...but i got lost and then i came back to my dorm." she said and licked her lips. i am in dorm one hundred and seven do you know who else lives in there?" she asked hoping the girl would know.

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[victoria hope jean]

hope couldn't help but blush a little as the girl kept saying that the niceness came naturally to her. she was glad that she thought that, because she honestly hadn't heard that in a while. sure, she definitely wasn't mean in the slightest. she didn't even try to be, unless she didn't like you with good reason. though, before people did think that she was here for something like bipolar disorder instead of depression, but that's because she doesn't just go around telling others why she's here. usually, people would ask why she's depressed and then she'd have to come up with an excuse for not telling them. or she could just plain out say, 'i really don't want to talk about it' but.. most people here were just.. overdramatic about things. which she couldn't say anything, she got upset easily over a lot of things as well. she let out a laugh and shook her head, "no, it's fine. i'm definitely not mean, i know that much," she said, shrugging her shoulders, "atleast, i try not to be. i know i'm a brat from time to time." hope didn't mind the girl rambling, it was kind of cute in a way. she used to be like that, but she'd learned to just be quiet as time went on.

she could understand why she wasn't too fond of the problem, she didn't know what she was doing, for goodness sake! this was her first encounter with a sleepwalker, but she didn't see it as bad, persay. more along the lines of surprising, and worry worthy. if this girl did turn out to be a friend, like most people were for hope, she had a feeling she would watch over her so the younger girl didn't get herself into trouble, "i can understand why you don't like it," she said, nodding her head, "well.. kind of. i can't say i understand completely. why i'm here isn't anywhere close to a problem like that." now she felt like she was rambling. she wanted to laugh about that, but she refrained. biting down on her bottom lip, she didn't want to say how hawthorne wasn't really going to help her, because it might just make her feeling of unease worse, but she didn't want to give her false hope, "it could," she said slowly, "it all depends. some people say hawthorne doesn't help at all, but some say it does. i mean.. it's helped me a little bit." it honestly did, because she was away from the enviroment that put her in this situation, she was here with people that could understand where she was coming from.

hope just smiled at her and nodded her head when she asked if she wouldn't get into trouble, "no, not for something as small as this," she said, motioning to the glass that they were sweeping up from the floor, "others do get into trouble, trust me. it really just all depends on what you did, and how bad it was. for instance this, they wouldn't give the time of day, but if it was a fight, you'd be put into isolation for a couple of days." hope had really gotten the hang of things around this place, having been here for a while now, not that she minded helping out the new students. she would rather be here than back in texas where everyone would just make fun of her again. in a sense, she liked it here.

she wasn't lying when she said that she thought her first name was lame. sure, it was a pretty name, but she felt like it didn't fit her. plus, there were a lot of people named victoria. you didn't meet many people with the name of hope, that's why she went by hope instead. she smiled again when she said it was a nice place, "yeah, i like it here. it's not as bad as some people put it out to be," she said, remembering how she first came here. everyone she would talk to would always badmouth hawthorne, when she thought it was better than some places that they could be. when she heard the dorm room, a big grin came to her lips and she nodded her head, before speaking, "yeah, i do. that's my dorm!" she said, in a kind of excited tone, "me and my friend, amanda. though.. i have to warn you of her, she kind of comes off bitchy at first, but she'll grow on you."
tag: izzy
outfit: click!
word count: seven hundred and fifty five
notes: nahhh. i love you, janet!<3

[isabelle marie parker]

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Well, her only hope was that people could be as nice as hope, but she knew that this school wouldn’t be all sweet and pleasant like hope, and maybe that instilled a little fear in her, but than in time to come people would learn she was very opinionated. well especially when it came to bullying and that she even at a troubled school was going to try and prevent it anyways she could, but that wouldn’t be possible and it would make or break her really. she hoped that the older girl would stay friends with her because well wait she shouldn’t jump to thinking she was a friend, but she was just so nice and pretty and the younger girl was getting her hopes set up rather high. maybe she’d end up twisting around and telling people why she was here. sometimes looks could be deceiving. izzy well she was taking her chances now, but she was going to play her cards safe just in case. though a smile crossed her face when she said she wasn’t mean or she tried not to be...that was well a relief. she giggled at the brat thing, because well common knowledge every girl could be a brat from time to time, but she wasn’t going to mention that, because she was too sweet to do so or was going to try and stay that way, but this school would probably break her like it had hope. ”i doubt it.” she chipped in, but then she didn’t know hope and she was just being her charming little self really.


in a weird way isabelle hoped that she would meet other sleepwalkers. was that odd? possibly, but she didn’t care it would be someone that would relate to her and the whole experience may be less weird? they’d understand truly how she felt. she smiled a little when the girl mentioned that she could understand why she didn’t like her problem. she had no control of it and honestly izzy was grateful her parents had sent her here, but she really felt like she should be in a lockdown place not that she was that bad, but if she couldn’t control herself how were other supposed to help her here by doing that? her parent’s didn’t believe in meds which was weird so izzy didn’t have any and well if they put her on it here then her parents would be furious. it was a contradiction. ”yeah.” she said simply and tucked her hair behind her ears. ”i won’t ask you why you’re here thats rude, but good maybe you at least have some control.” she said biting her lip thinking about sleep walking. ”i don’t mean to sound like bad news and negative, because i do have faith that it may help, but how does one stop one from sleepwalking?’’ she asked out loud and laughed at the question. ”its dangerous to stop a sleepwalker..” she said with a sigh. i hate the fact that i can possibly be labeled as a danger..” she said rambling about it. ”i’m glad it helped you” she said knowing if faith landed on her side maybe it would work for her too and she hoped, but she had doubts.


this was small? well, she supposed it was small compared to other events here that were unknown to her still. well, thats a relief..” she said a tad quiet it was more of a thought, but she felt a weight come off her shoulders really. the girl just kind of was glad she was not going to be locked up for this anytime soon. that sounded bad, but it was accurate she didn’t want to get into trouble. being locked up sounded no bueno to anyone really she was sure, but izzy would well she didn’t know what she’d do if she went to iso sing herself crazy? maybe. i don’t like fighting.” she added in simply because she didn’t like to fight and she didn’t plan on getting in one here, she did back home, but that was because of a bully and honestly no one would expect her to fight here or she hoped. she just wanted to stay izzy, but people changed a lot throughout high school...but for right now that was to broad of a picture. i just made the assumption if you did what you were here to kind of learn not to do...then you’d be locked up is that silly?” she asked the older girl curiously.



some people didn’t like their names and they didn’t associate it with anything good and well that was silly, but was it really? wasn’t the point of life to enjoy it then the more morbid part of it was you were going to die anyways? yeah, izzy had learned a lot from reading books if that sounded bad it was because it was the books fault and also the information she gathered over the years. she was glad to hear this place wasn’t as bad as it was brought out to be well a school for trouble kids screamed scary to her, but hope was telling her it was okay and she trusted the older female already. ”good. she said and then she stopped doing what she was doing when it came time to hope telling her she was her roommate. the girl got super excited and her smile widened greatly. she didn’t say anyything she was that happy looking at the older girl. this was going to be great! amanda sounded scary a bit..but she’d work around it? ”this is great!” she said in a chipper tone standing up and she wanted to jump and down like a silly little girl...but she didn’t want to creep hope out so she kind of stood there for a moment thinking about all the possibilities in time to come.

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