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Full Name: Morgan Hills Nickname(Optional): Murry/Hills Gender: Female Age: 17 Appearance: Mahogany hair, dark brown eyes with a small golden ring around the pupils. Skin - Warm Ivory Build - Lithe, with muscle definition. Stands at roughtly 5'6 Hair - Mahogany, although lightens to a dark sort of ginger in the sun. Eyes - Dark brown with a golden ring around the centre Piercings - Lobes, daith, belly button Personality: Cheery, loyal, determined, excitable Specialty: N/A Parents/Family: Mother: Tara Hills: 47 - Married. Dather: David Hills: 56 - Married. Brother: Tyler Hills: 20 Sister: Brooke Hills: 14 Significant Other: None. Crush: None Backstory: Murry grew up in a super close family where everyone had each other's backs. As the 'golden child,' she was always pretty good at everything, balancing school and sports like it was no big deal. Her parents were really supportive, never pushing her too hard, but always believing in her. Her siblings looked up to her, not just for her accomplishments, but because she was kind and always there to help out. Murry’s childhood was filled with love, laughter, and plenty of success, which made her feel confident and ready to tackle whatever came her way.

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Caleb walked down the familiar halls to his first class of the day. English. He hated school with everything he had, but it was required to get a job around here. He never kept up a good smile in the past and just stopped trying after a while. Voices flooded in like usual. Well, mental voices. The typical 'Is someone gonna notice me?' 'Is my makeup done wrong?' 'Why does she wear that?'. It grew tiring after a while, having listened to all the typicals. It was rare something caught his attention, though it never lasted long enough for him to care. He smirked at a couple of his so-called buddies, but they'd never known he heard the snarky remarks they thought about him and his life. Caleb hadn't grown up in a tight-knit family, causing him to always be on the offensive mental position. His father was unknown to him, and his mother was abusive. He was basically counting down the days to graduation, allowing him to get a proper job and high-tail it out of there. He wanted to leave the country and never come back as long as these idiots surrounding him were here. He never really wanted to see any of them again. He arrived at his class, sighed, and strode through the open door. He took a seat, already knowing what they were doing today, and waited for the quiz to be passed out. He sped through it, knowing it wouldn't effect his grade in the least, even if he failed. When the class ended, he walked out into the hall and to his next class. He repeated this until the final class of the day, quizzes and grades being perfect scores once more. He sat down in his final class, not really noticing the teacher's thoughts he cleared his throat. "Please don't speed through this test. This is the practice for the final, making it count just as much." Mr. Tealman announced, passing out the papers. "Grab a pencil, no cheating Mr. Clayton." He said, catching someone passing notes. Caleb rolled his eyes and began the test

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Morgan drifted through the school halls, her timetable in hand as she tried to commit it to memory. It had been a few months since she’d arrived, and by now, she had a solid group of close friends. She was fairly popular, but when it came to simple things—like remembering her schedule—she still stumbled. She frowned at her timetable. English, she noted. She used to enjoy the subject, but now, the class seemed painfully dull. The teacher’s voice droned on, and the students around her were... well, rather uninspiring. She found herself feeling the same about most of her classes lately. They all felt so monotonous.

And then there were the people in her groups. She didn’t know them well—not really. They were quiet, unlike the loud and fun group of girls she’d somehow become friends with. Those girls were always out at parties, chatting and laughing. Her other classmates, though? They kept their heads down, worked hard, stayed focused. Academic. Morgan could relate to that, to an extent. She was a good student, though math was always a struggle for her. English and science, on the other hand? They were her strengths. Well, at least for her standards. She always managed to get through the work, and usually ended up with a B. No A* grades for her, but she was satisfied with her results.

She made her way through the day, and before long, she found herself in the last class: a test. She’d studied hard for it—maybe harder than usual—but she still felt the familiar mix of nerves and determination bubbling in her stomach. She was never the type to get the highest marks, but a solid B was something she could count on. There was always one boy, though, who seemed to catch her attention. He was quiet, distant, and—she had to admit—rather handsome. She’d noticed him a few times during tests, his expression flickering with small, subtle smirks. She’d assumed he was cheating, but now? Now, she wasn’t so sure. He got perfect scores every time, and he never seemed to break a sweat.

Her curiosity piqued, she leaned forward slightly, her mind wandering. He must have some sort of secret. It was as if he could read minds. The idea felt absurd, but she couldn’t shake the thought. She’d seen enough movies to entertain the possibility, and part of her wondered if it could be true. Maybe he really could hear her thoughts. It was a ridiculous notion, but she entertained it anyway.

With a small grin, she focused back on her test, letting the thought swirl in her mind. I know you hear me, she thought, allowing the words to form in her head, the playful edge in her thoughts making her smile. Almost immediately, she wondered, Maybe you can’t hear me. The idea made her chuckle quietly. She raised her gaze for just a moment, scanning the room for any sign of a change in his demeanor—a shift in posture, a slight twitch in his expression. There was nothing. She glanced back down at her paper, fingers gripping her pen a little tighter, as she turned her attention back to the test in front of her, her mind racing with the strange, new theory she had just developed

Caleb had nearly finished his test and wrote the final answer before hearing someone's thoughts. He stayed statue still as her words reverberated in his mind, swirling in a kind of tornado. When she added to her original claim, he couldn't help but mentally chuckle at the girl. She was smart, pretty, but she wasn't the best in the class. He'd noticed how she'd easily caught onto his scores and standoff-ish attitude around the others. He thought she wouldn't guess, and it slightly bothered him she'd jumped to this conclusion about him. Especially since she was right. The bell rang and Caleb nearly launched out of his chair before walking briskly into the hall. He was trying to play it off as excitement for the end of the school day, but he knew it was really his nerves about the girl's claim to his secret. He sighed as he opened the doors, walking to the outdoor wintry air. He took a deep breath, winter being his favorite season. Not because of the gifts, food, or family, but because of the cold air and the way the world changed in just a few months. He would be spending most of his holiday away from family, though, because of how his family acted especially during winter. His mother made up new chores just to make him work and let her be away from him. He'd gladly stay at a friend's house, but his friends weren't very sincere in their loyalty to him and his secrets. He got to his car and saw the girl walking up to him. He realized he'd parked right next to her and felt like an idiot. He didn't want to look like he was hiding something, so he dropped his bag into the backseat and sat on the hood of his car. He pulled out his phone and faked scrolling through Tiktoks, really just trying to listen to the girl

Morgan didn't think much of it after that. She was far too absorbed in finishing her test, determined to wrap it up before the holidays. It would be her last exam before the break, and she wanted to leave on a high note—maybe even an A. A B+ wouldn’t be too bad, either. It didn’t really matter as long as she kept up the grades she needed for college. And besides, a good score would give her something to rub in her siblings’ faces, which made her smirk more than she cared to admit.

She finished the last question just before the bell rang, letting out a small sigh of relief as she stood up, gathering her things. As she wandered down the hallway, a few friends fell in step beside her, their chatter light and filled with holiday plans. One of the guys was even planning a New Year’s party, which she fully intended to attend. Her breath caught as she stepped outside, the crisp air biting at her skin. She instinctively pulled her jacket tighter around herself, exhaling in a soft puff of warmth. It was moments like this that reminded her just how much she loved the holidays. She didn’t care for the cold or the snow, but curling up by the fire with a hot chocolate and a movie was something she couldn’t resist. It relaxed her in a way she couldn’t quite explain.

She loved the family gatherings, too. Every year, her aunts and uncles would make the trip, and they’d all celebrate together. A smile tugged at her lips as she thought about it, the cozy, joyful atmosphere. After saying goodbye to her friends, Morgan made her way to her car, but as she approached, she spotted him again. What was his name? Celeb? No, Caleb—that was it. He was sitting awkwardly on the hood of his car, looking a bit out of place.

Are you stalking me, Mr. A?* she teased herself internally, amused by the thought. She tossed her bag in her car and looked over at him, offering a smile as she walked closer. “You’re in Mr. Tealman’s class with me, yeah?” she asked, her tone upbeat and friendly. “I struggled with the essay question on that test. He always loves to catch us off guard,” she added with a light roll of her eyes, thinking about the old man’s tendency to throw curveballs.

Caleb smirked softly at her mental question, slightly caught off-guard. "Yeah. I'm Caleb. And you are?" He listened both mentally and physically as the girl explained her struggle with the last essay question. He nodded, agreeing with her politely. "He does." He said, standing up. He waved silently and got into his car before peeling out of the school's parking lot. He got home and listened for anyone's voices. Nothing. He breathed a sigh of relief and walked upstairs to his bedroom, tossing his bag into it's usual corner and sitting on the edge of his bed. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and texted a few of his buddies about going to the mall or somethign to hang out. When none replied, Caleb sighed and got up before walking downstairs to the kitchen and heating up leftovers. He wasn't really hungry, just getting himself to do something other than sit lazily. He grabbed the food out of the microwave along with a fork and went to sit down at the bar before quckly eating and taking care of his dishes. He was tired to say the least, and ready for bed. He quickly changed into sweatpants but no shirt and climbed into bed. He checked his phone one last time before quickly falling asleep.

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Caleb woke and smacked at his phone's alarm, barely out of his reach. He groaned and sat up, reached for it, and silenced it. He sighed after checking the time. An hour before school started. He groaned again and got up, walking to his drawers and picking out a simple t-shirt and jeans along with an old football sweatshirt. He grabbed his keys, not minding breakfast, and walked to his car. He got in and immedietly started it, remembering the test he had for third period. He sped to school, not worrying about a ticket, and pulled into the lot beside the girl's car. He smirked to himself and got out, grabbign his bag. He walked into the school and rushed to his first period. The school passed lazily, and Caleb nearly fell asleep in fourth period from the teacher's droning lecture. He though about the girl again as he walked to his final class, wondering if he still piqued her interest or if she'd moved on like most did. He shook his head with a chuckle to himself. Of course she wouldn't give up easily. She's not like the others. He thought, taking his seat and smiling at her softly