... Shitty Of You to Make Me Feel Just Like This


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    ๐’ฎ๐’ธ๐’พ๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰๐’พ๐’ถ ๐’พ๐“‚๐“…๐‘’๐“‡๐’พ๐’พ ๐’น๐‘’๐’ธ๐“Š๐“ˆ ๐‘’๐“‰ ๐“‰๐“Š๐“‰๐’ถ๐“‚๐‘’๐“ƒ

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”. . โ—‰ . .โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

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    ๐•ท๐–Ž๐–‘๐–Ž๐–™๐– ๐•ธ๐–”๐–“๐–™๐–Œ๐–”๐–’๐–Š๐–—๐–ž

    โ๐“˜๐“ท ๐“ช๐“ซ๐“ผ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฝ๐“ฒ๐“ช ๐“ต๐“พ๐“ฌ๐“ฒ๐“ผ, ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐“ซ๐“ป๐“ช๐“ฎ ๐“ฟ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“พ๐“ท๐“ฝ.โž

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”. . โ—‰ . .โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    Character Info | Plotting | Extras


    ๐•ท๐–Š๐–Œ๐–†๐–‘ ๐•ด๐–“๐–‹๐–”๐–—๐–’๐–†๐–™๐–Ž๐–”๐–“

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”. . โ—‰ . .โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    ๐…๐”๐‹๐‹ ๐๐€๐Œ๐„ : Lilith Ysabel Montgomery
    ๐๐ˆ๐‚๐Š๐๐€๐Œ๐„[๐’] : Lil

    ๐€๐†๐„ : 18
    ๐๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐‡๐ƒ๐€๐˜ : June 6th
    ๐™๐Ž๐ƒ๐ˆ๐€๐‚ : Gemini

    ๐๐‘๐Ž๐๐Ž๐”๐๐’ : She/Her

    ๐…๐€๐‚๐„ : Aisha Potter


    ๐•ฌ๐–ˆ๐–†๐–‰๐–Š๐–’๐–Ž๐–ˆ ๐•ด๐–“๐–‹๐–”๐–—๐–’๐–†๐–™๐–Ž๐–”๐–“

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”. . โ—‰ . .โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐’๐‚๐ˆ๐๐‹๐ˆ๐๐„ : English Lit
    ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐’๐‚๐ˆ๐๐‹๐ˆ๐๐„ ๐‡๐€๐‹๐‹ : English

    ๐…๐€๐•๐Ž๐‘๐ˆ๐“๐„ ๐’๐”๐๐‰๐„๐‚๐“๐’ : English Studies with Doctor Pioneer, Creative Writing with Uma Jackson, Literature with Doctor Wilde
    ๐‹๐„๐€๐’๐“ ๐…๐€๐•๐Ž๐‘๐ˆ๐“๐„ ๐’๐”๐๐‰๐„๐‚๐“๐’ : Global Affairs with Doctor Wilde, Etymology with Doctor Inman, Screenwriting with Uma Jackson

    ๐„๐—๐“๐‘๐€๐‚๐”๐‘๐‘๐ˆ๐‚๐”๐‹๐€๐‘๐’ : Zine, she has her own column.. not really sure what she writes yet & Cheer, no one gossips more than the cheer team.

    ๐…๐ˆ๐๐€๐‹ ๐๐‘๐Ž๐‰๐„๐‚๐“ : For her final project, Lilith is going to expose herself as the writer of ๐’ฒ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ˆ๐“…๐‘’๐“‡๐“ˆ. She's writing a book and research report on the ways money and power can be detrimental to the growing minds of pupils. Which are supposed to be the future of the world. She's going to out her own parents and secret to the world, hoping it doesn't land her in jail. She's been gearing up for this exposure for years now. She's almost positive she'll make at least a little bit of a wave. She's not hoping to be a part of The Peace Corporation. Only to get some justice for her younger self.


    ๐•ญ๐–Ž๐–”๐–Œ๐–—๐–†๐–•๐–๐–ž

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”. . โ—‰ . .โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    Family is overrated if you ask me. I was adopted by Martha and Steven Montgomery. Yeah, you know them. The loving and adorable parents to me, Lilith Montgomery, the outstanding and award-winning writer at the Academy. At least that's how the media sees them, well, and so does just about everyone else. I have to give it to them. They play the part very well. Let me tell you a secret. No one at the academy is who they say they are. No one's family is. Here's exactly why mine isn't. Growing up from ages 6 to 11 actually wasn't that bad. It was fairly normal. I'd do well on tests at school and I'd get taken out for ice cream. I came home crying about something that happened at school and I was immediately comforted. Logically, I know where it went wrong. Emotionally, however, it's sort of a mess. when I was 11 years old a man tried to kidnap me. Creepy, I know. Luckily, I managed to get away, but not without killing the man. Instantly, I went to my parents. Scared, shaking, and crying, they accepted me in with open arms.

    That night is one I'll never forget. I had finally made it home. Clothes shredded and skin torn in more ways than one. I was emotionally distraught. Martha held me as I cried while Steven hurried to put on his coat and shoes. "I'll take care of it." Those were the last words I heard from my father. Anything after that came from a man I felt like I had never known. To this day I still don't know what he did. What I do know is that no cops came around asking questions and no evidence pointed towards me. I would have faired better in juive. I traded one prison for another, even if this one is 24k gold.

    For about a month everything remained sort of normal. They were still acting as parents, though I heard the whispered fights and breaking glass. I knew enough to stay out of it. Then the letter from the Academy. I'm not exactly sure how they got my test scores, but knowing the full picture it had to be Martha and Steven. That was the second scariest night of my life. It was like a light had switched and they realized the equation to solve all their problems was me. "It's the least you could do." They guilt-tripped me. Told me all this godawful stuff like it was my fault I was kidnapped and I was the reason they were struggling. If they hadn't been so worried over me Steven would have never lost his job. Which I should have known that was a load of shit. I was 11 for godsakes. Who emotionally manipulates and 11 year old? Especially one who was currently traumatized?

    Of course, I believed them and that was enough motivation to get me to attend the Academy. That only lasted for about 3 years before I realized I was being manipulated. Then they threatened me with exposure. They would tell the police I killed that man in cold blood, not self-defense like it had actually been. That I had always shown signs of a troubled youth. All I had to do was get in with the pupils who had wealthy and high-ranking families. Become friends with them and then eventually introduce my adoptive parents so that they too could 'rub shoulders' with the rich and famous. I thought it was a ridiculous plan. It couldn't actually work... could it? Of course, it did.

    At 16 I figured out how to gain power they couldn't reach. ๐’ฒ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ˆ๐“…๐‘’๐“‡๐“ˆ. An anonymous blog I designed to out and create fear amongst the already ruling society. One that would give me stepping stones to get more popular and well-known. It was also a way to help please my adoptive parents and gain knowledge and access to a world that could quite possibly help me in return. No one knows about it, thankfully, not even my adoptive parents.

    Now that you know my secrets, it's only fitting that you tell me yours.


    ๐•ฝ๐–Š๐–‘๐–†๐–™๐–Ž๐–”๐–“๐–˜๐–๐–Ž๐–•๐–˜

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”. . โ—‰ . .โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”


    ๐†๐”๐€๐‘๐ƒ๐ˆ๐€๐[๐’] :

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    ๐”๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ž ๐”๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ค๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ถ
    { thirty-five }

    Model : Renรฉe Toft Simonsens

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    ๐”–๐”ฑ๐”ข๐”ณ๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ค๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ถ
    { forty }

    Model : Andre van Noord

    ๐€๐‚๐€๐ƒ๐„๐Œ๐˜ ๐€๐๐”๐€๐ˆ๐๐“๐€๐๐‚๐„[๐’] :

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    ๐”๐”ฒ๐”ฉ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”Ž๐”ฆ๐”ญ๐”ž๐”ฏ
    { eighteen }

    "๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰'๐“ˆ ๐“‚๐“Ž ๐’ท๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐’ป๐“‡๐’พ๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’น, ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ถ ๐“‡๐‘’๐’ถ๐“ ๐’ท๐’ถ๐’น ๐’ท๐’พ๐“‰๐’ธ๐’ฝ."

    Model : Dorit Revelis

    ๐•ฝ๐–Š๐–˜๐–Ž๐–‰๐–Š๐–“๐–ˆ๐–Š

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”. . โ—‰ . .โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    ๐๐ˆ๐‘๐“๐‡๐๐‹๐€๐‚๐„ : Unknown
    ๐‚๐”๐‘๐‘๐„๐๐“ ๐‘๐„๐’๐ˆ๐ƒ๐„๐๐‚๐„ : A fairly sized house in Helena, Montana. She knows.. itโ€™s embarrassing for her as well.
    ๐ƒ๐„๐’๐‚๐‘๐ˆ๐๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐ : Itโ€™s nothing too special. Sure itโ€™s an upgrade from the home they had when she started the Academy. Itโ€™s a 3 bedroom 2 bath with an open concept living room. It has a big kitchen and a huge yard. Her bedroom is neat and barely has any personality at all. She abhors going home during the summer and will never make it personal. As far as sheโ€™s concerned the Academy is more of a home than that one is.

    ๐ƒ๐Ž๐‘๐Œ ๐‡๐€๐‹๐‹ : Onyxa Hall
    ๐ƒ๐„๐’๐‚๐‘๐ˆ๐๐“๐ˆ๐Ž๐ : Messy, but an organized mess. There's a writer's desk in the corner covered with books and graded papers. Clothes are strewed all over the floor and band posters cover the walls. There's a black record player beside a queen-sized bed. Her bed layered in dark silk sheets and a comfortable comforter.


    ๐•ฟ๐–Š๐–’๐–•๐–Š๐–—๐–’๐–Š๐–“๐–™

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”. . โ—‰ . .โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    ๐๐„๐‘๐’๐Ž๐๐€๐‹๐ˆ๐“๐˜ : Adaptable, Charismatic, Confident, Intelligent, Logical, Mature, Rational, Apathetic, Blunt, Brutal, Calculating

    ๐‹๐ˆ๐Š๐„๐’ : Musicโ€ฆ yes she has a soft spot for boy bands, Writing poems, Reading romance (they are REAL books)
    ๐ƒ๐ˆ๐’๐‹๐ˆ๐Š๐„๐’ : Emotional Attachment, Coffee (Tea is way better), When people hold doors open for her, Seafoodโ€ฆ itโ€™s too pretentious, The spotlight

    ๐’๐“๐˜๐‹๐„ : Less is more and I mean that literally. Sheโ€™s always wearing the latest fashion, but in a way less conservative way than most of her peers. She enjoys showing off her body, even if it is for superficial reasons.

    ๐Œ๐€๐๐๐„๐‘๐ˆ๐’๐Œ๐’ : She tends to lose focus on conversations she doesnโ€™t find interesting and zones out, leaving the person sheโ€™s talking to calling her name repeatedly. When sheโ€™s feeling impatient she starts to pace. No matter where she is. She hums to herself to focus on tasks like writing.

    ๐๐‹๐€๐‚๐„๐’ ๐Œ๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐‹๐ˆ๐Š๐„๐‹๐˜ ๐“๐Ž ๐๐„ ๐…๐Ž๐”๐๐ƒ : The common room in Onyxa Hall

    ๐’๐„๐‚๐‘๐„๐“๐’ : killed some guy and is secretly looking into who he was to try and connect why she was kidnapped, is the author of ๐’ฒ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ˆ๐“…๐‘’๐“‡๐“ˆ
    ๐‘๐”๐Œ๐Ž๐‘๐’ : She plagiarized her first award-winning book. About a year after she published it a book surfaced on the internet that was very similar to hers, copyrighted about 2 years before she published. Itโ€™s totally just a coincidence, though. Sheโ€™d never do that. Sheโ€™s a spoiled brat and thinks sheโ€™s too good for the Academy. Thatโ€™s why she acts like she doesnโ€™t care about the Academy or her future.

    ๐Œ๐Ž๐’๐“ ๐…๐€๐Œ๐Ž๐”๐’ ๐‡๐„๐€๐ƒ๐‹๐ˆ๐๐„๐’ ๐€๐๐Ž๐”๐“ ๐“๐‡๐„๐Œ : โ€œ๐™‡๐™ž๐™ก๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™ˆ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™œ๐™ค๐™ข๐™š๐™ง๐™ฎ, ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ก๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฅ๐™ช๐™ฅ๐™ž๐™ก ๐™ฌ๐™๐™ค ๐™๐™–๐™จ ๐™ง๐™ž๐™จ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ฅ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™—๐™ค๐™ค๐™  ๐™˜๐™๐™–๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™จ ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™๐™š๐™ง ๐™™๐™š๐™—๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ซ๐™š๐™ก : ๐™’๐™–๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ก๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™โ€ โ€œ๐˜ผ๐™ก๐™ก ๐™š๐™ฎ๐™š๐™จ ๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™จ๐™–๐™จ๐™จ๐™ฎ ๐™‹๐™ช๐™ฅ๐™ž๐™ก ๐™›๐™ง๐™ค๐™ข ๐™ˆ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™– ๐™ฌ๐™๐™ค๐™จ๐™š ๐™™๐™š๐™—๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ซ๐™š๐™ก ๐™ฉ๐™ช๐™ง๐™ฃ๐™จ ๐™—๐™š๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™จ๐™š๐™ก๐™ก๐™š๐™ง ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™Ÿ๐™ช๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™™๐™š๐™ง 2 ๐™๐™ค๐™ช๐™ง๐™จ.โ€ โ€œ๐—ง๐—ผ๐—ฝ ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฃ๐˜‚๐—ฝ๐—ถ๐—น๐˜€ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ.โ€
    ๐‡๐Ž๐– ๐‡๐€๐’ ๐…๐€๐Œ๐„ ๐€๐…๐…๐„๐‚๐“๐„๐ƒ ๐“๐‡๐„๐Œ? : It hasnโ€™t gotten to her at all. If anything it annoys her that her โ€˜parentsโ€™ were right. If she tries hard enough, everyone loves her.


    ๐•ฐ๐–๐–™๐–—๐–†๐–˜

    โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”. . โ—‰ . .โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”

    ๐๐ˆ๐๐“๐„๐‘๐„๐’๐“ : here.
    ๐๐‹๐€๐˜๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“ :
    ๐‡๐„๐€๐ƒ๐‚๐€๐๐๐Ž๐๐’ :


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