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[isaiah james conway]

Isaiah was a confusing person, one if those kinds of people no one seemed to really know or understand all that much because of the way that he always seemed to act. He was the quiet type normally, one to basically just sit there and listen to people instead of really saying anything his self. He found it easier that way though, because when being quiet no one really asked questions. Sure he had that person who would ask him what was wrong when it was clear something was bothering him, but he was basically the kind of person who would keep things locked inside. He was basically just closed up, a really great actor he liked to call himself. It was funny really, how he could easily put on his mask and people just seemed to believe it just like that. It was almost a snap of his finger how things seemed to work out for him, and he seemed to like things that way. Maybe it was just the fact that he hated to worry people that he put on his mask, he didn’t want to let people see him when he was down. He even hated when he was down, he hated when his tears would fall down his face.

It made him feel so silly, so stupid when it happened but it seemed too happy so often lately and he couldn’t even do anything to stop it. This was the life he seemed to live, ever since he was a little kid and it was going to always be the life that he lived. He was adopted, abandoned by his mother in the hospital because she was far too young to have a child. His father didn’t even know he existed because she had left the moment she learned she was pregnant with a child, and he was known as a “bastard” child by everyone. He had all his secrets revealed by ignorant people who just wanted to butt into his personal life, really his personal life didn’t even seem personal anymore, they knew everything and he was afraid of the things they would still be able to figure out. He couldn’t let anyone ever figure out who he really was, he had so many secrets it seemed his life was just full of them and in a way it was. It was his secrets though that seemed to make him just who he was, he was Isaiah Conway and not even his friends knew him.

He would hide his wrists all the time, afraid to let people see what he would do to his self when no one was around because perhaps he was ashamed of it. He was ashamed of letting people know that he was a cutter, because on the outside he was happy all the time, he was never the type of person to frown. Behind closed doors it seemed to be such a different story, he was actually extremely depressed and his main issue was the fact that he didn’t take anything for it. He was bipolar almost, sometimes he had those days when he just wanted to be alone and it was those times when he needed his friends the most. He needed to be around people the most when he was in one of his moods; it was these moods that would be the death of him. It was these moods that would push him to really commit suicide in the end, and in a way that really scared him. It was those things that made him so dependent on his friends, he was terrified sometimes of just what he knew could happen; just what he was truly capable of. He knew he was capable of many things and that scared him that scared him a lot, a lot of things scared him a lot.

Pulling his hood up over his head, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his coat he sighed walking down the steps of his house the cold air already stinging his cheeks. He didn’t want to be seen, but he knew for a fact that he would be so staring down at his feet he moved quickly and due to his dumb luck he ended up running right into someone. “I’m so sorry” he mumbled glancing up at the person he had just run into.

(outside of his house but stillll)

[trinity vera moore]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcd4c7; border: #eae4d8 10px solid;] things hit us at random times , it was weird to think that just a mere month ago trinity was in france, finishing her last semester at boarding school. she had wanted to finish out her high school years there, but her mother wouldn't have it. trinity was to move in with her father in a completely new town in america, where she hadn't been in years. it was hard for her, as she loved everything about the french culture and she loved where she had been growing up. the hardest part was getting accustomed to speaking english again. where she was, you spoke french twenty four hours of the day, and the only time you were allowed to speak english was when you were calling home to speak to your parents. other than that you would get in trouble if you spoke anything other than the home language. it was irritating, but at the same time trinity had began to love it. the second she began thinking of living there for the rest of her life, her mother had ruined it, and sent her to a place she had no desire to be. now, it wasn't that it was a bad town. it wasn't by any means. but she needed to get use to the change. and it was hard living with a father when the people who you grew up with were all girls. there had been a few times lately where she had said something that seemed to freak her father out; not that she was trying to. but growing up with all girls had kept her in a world where boys didn't exist. and now they were everywhere, and it was driving her insane because she didn't know what to do with herself. it was hard for her to even socialize with a boy around her age who had been checking out her groceries earlier. she was completely embarrassing herself, and she had no idea how to stop. and right now, she had no idea where she was. she had just kept walking around different roads and now she ended up in a place with decent looking houses, and she knew she wasn't near her house. her house wasn't bad, but it was nothing like these houses. sighing to herself, she pulled out her phone, hoping that her gps on her phone would help her find her way home. if only she could find out how to work the stupid phone. she had never been the greatest with cell phones, they only confused her. a computer was fine, but cell phones were the worst because she was never allowed to have one back at the boarding school. she began trying to figure out her phone, but it was really making her upset. she muttered some curse words in french, right before she was knocked over, by a guy much bigger than she was. she let out a little 'oof' before realizing that she had dropped her phone and her bag, a couple pictures falling out. one of the pictures was a picture with her and her friends back in france, and the other was a picture of her brother she had never meet, back when he was younger. it was the only picture her mom had of him, and she gave it to trinity back before she left for boarding school. quickly, she picked the pictures off of the ground and shoved them back in their bag, before grabbing her phone. "it's um... it's okay," she said softly, knowing that she was most likely going to embarrass herself. . TAGGED: lizzie .

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[isaiah james conway]

Isaiah had been in America basically all of his life, only really traveling with his band around the country and even the world and he really loved doing it. It made him see places he thought he would never have the chance to see as a child living in a foster home, and he remembered all the people who use to think that he would never seem to account too much and he seemed to wonder just what they thought of him now when they heard of his success. He hoped they would be surprised, because he was always told that he wasn’t worth much even when he was a decent student in school and even got decent grades. It was funny even just how much he changed from how he was back in school though, and he know that he liked who he was now a lot better than the person he had use to be. Sure the person who he was now had no idea where his life was going to go, but at least he had his best mates and he was slowly rising up on the ladder and his band was a success. The love his fans gave him was something he would never change, he loved the fans.

He just didn’t seem to like all the hate that he seemed to get from some people for the things that he did, and just for being gay. It was as if they always just really targeted him for no reason but because they could, and sometimes it really did become hard to take. He was only human after all and he did have feelings and sometimes his feelings were easily hurt and it was hard for him to stop from cutting his self when he was in those moods, it was those moods that seemed to really worry some people. He was always keeping secrets and he seemed really good at it too, you could throw him in a nice house and give him nice things but it never really meant that he was actually happy. It came down to the fact that he really wasn’t happy, and though people tried all the time to change that it was so hard to actually do so. He always ended up back to his original state, and right now he was just in one of his states. One of the states where he just wanted to curl up in a ball and do nothing, which was one of his better moods at least.

The girl he had run into sure didn’t seem like any of the girls he happened to see around here, which made him almost wonder if she was lost or something and if she was he also wondered just how far from home she was. When he also saw her drop her things he felt awful and was just about to help her pick his things up, before it was too late and the girl was on the ground picking everything up by herself and he just stared almost unsure of how to react though he was able to glimpse the pictures she had. One of the pictures seemed to catch his eye, as he saw himself; well a younger form of his self staring with his green eyes before the picture was stuffed into the girl’s bag. “Excuse me, if you uh don’t mind me asking. Uh why do you have a picture of me in your bag?” he mumbled. Sure it was probably a really weird question but he was certain the picture was of him so he found the need to actually ask about it, as he sort of wanted to know. Pulling his hood off his head, seeing no point in really wearing it now he sighed. It was so cold outside, and he really hated the cold.

[trinity vera moore]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcd4c7; border: #eae4d8 10px solid;] things hit us at random times , trinity sighed as she wiped off the dress that she had been wearing. it may have seemed weird to some people that she was running around in a dress, but it was her. she liked wearing weird old vintagey things and looking pretty. it was a good thing her dress was on the longer side, because when she was knocked over, if she was wearing a shorter dress, it may have revealed things that she didn't want to be showing. it was a good thing the weather wasn't too bad out, because if it was raining she would have a huge wet spot on her clothes, and snow was even worse. it was fine though, she didn't really mind. there was no harm done to her small little body, and even if there was, it was something she would find herself getting over. straightening out her dress, she looked back at the face who awaited her, before realizing exactly who it was. anyone in their right mind knew who the boy was. unless they lived under a rock, that was. he was from a huge group that was known around the country. and she definitely knew who he was. blinking a little, she just looked at him for a moment, wondering if maybe the boy was just a look alike. but as she examined him closer, she could tell that he was not a look alike, and in fact the real isaiah. when you toured the world like he did, people were ought to know what you looked like and what your name was. "sorry, i was just trying to figure out if you were the real isaiah or not. but by the looks of it, you really are him. or you're just a guy who looks identical to him," she said, hoping he didn't find her to be some crazy stalker or something. "but my name is trinity," she said softly, before looking down at the ground once more. trinity shook her head confused when he spoke before her. picture? of him? she didn't think so. and now she was sure that he found her a stalker now, or some creepy fan who carried around pictures of him when he was younger. "i don't know what you are talking about.." she started, trailing off. "this is a picture that my mother gave me of my brother i have never met. he was adopted a while ago, and all i have to know him by is this picture... i don't even know his name or anything. i don't think this is a picture of you, i'm sorry." now she was sure that she was sounding like a complete freak. biting her lip gently she pulled on her dress once more. . TAGGED: lizzie .

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[isaiah james conway]

Isaiah really did feel awful for knocking the girl over, because it wasn’t really the polite thing to do but with so many things on his mind it was hard for him to really pay much attention to anything else anymore. His mind seemed to be full of thoughts, and sometimes the thoughts that he did have in his mind were not really good thoughts and thoughts that he really wanted to actually have. Sometimes he just wished he didn’t have to think at all, but he knew that was basically impossible for him. The minute he seemed to actually start thinking about something it seemed to be the only thing on his mind for hours, sometimes for even days and it had become an issue. Sure it depended on what he was thinking of, sometimes he did happen to think of some things that were good things but normally he had thoughts he shouldn’t have in mind and those thoughts scared him. Those were the thoughts that ended in him just getting hurt; those were the thoughts that always led him to cutting. His cutting led to a lot of other issues that would better off be avoided, but under these circumstances just couldn’t be.

When the girl just seemed to look at him for a moment to make sure he was really him he almost had to laugh, he seemed to get this reaction a lot so he was actually pretty use to it by now. He sometimes even had girls hugging him, asking him if he was a look alike and once he confirmed that he was the real deal it basically just went from there. Sure many girls seemed to be disappointed in the fact that he happened to be gay, but many of them just seemed to like him for him and that was basically all that mattered and he smiled and shrugged.”No-no I really am me, I really am Isaiah” he sighed. He didn’t mind being noticed by people, but sometimes it really did tend to be a little annoying when people always seemed to just go and ask him questions he just didn’t feel like answering. “It’s nice to meet you Trinity, as you can tell my name is well Isaiah” he still didn’t seem to be use to actually being known to people even now. There were the days when he would much rather be a nobody than a somebody, and those days were becoming even more and more now.

The picture Trinity had, of her brother she seemed to call him was a picture of him and he was sure of it because he had the same hair, the same eyes, the same outfit use to be in his closet back in one of the foster homes he had once stayed in before he was kicked out for fighting another child who was picking on him. It seemed like that was always the reason why he was being kicked out of all the foster homes he had been too, and shaking his head he just looked at this girl almost confused taking out his wallet digging through his pictures pulling one out. “I have the same picture, my hair, my green eyes; my dimples are even showing in the picture. It’s a picture of me you have” he wasn’t sure if this was a joke or something, he didn’t know anything about his real family after all so anything was possible. “My mother gave me up when I was born, she was too young apparently, and I was in foster care for thirteen years before being adopted” he added. So she knew that he really was adopted.

[trinity vera moore]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 366x; height: 190px; padding: 10px; background-color: #dcd4c7; border: #eae4d8 10px solid;] things hit us at random times , although trinity had been living for sixteen years, and a lot of people around her were clumsy, she had never been knocked over before. she had almost been run into, and tripped, but she had never once had someone knock her over, which to her was kind of amusing. she shook her head just thinking about it. though she didn't really mind the boy running into her, it was a little new for her. she was used to people walking besides her being as proper as they could. that was boarding school for you. you would get yelled at if you walked a certain way. everything you did had to be proper and correct, or punishment was in your near future. she had been yelled at one time for leaning over a certain way. sometimes it felt more like bootcamp than it did school. even though it was tough she loved it. she got to be away from home and study in the country that she loved most. when she showed back home to america it seemed like no one had manners anymore. or maybe that was just the vibe she was getting lately. but she knew that the guy did not run into her on purpose. she had never met anyone famous before. and she certainly did not think that the first time she met someone who was well known, was when that person was running into her. she always thought she would run into a celebrity at a major event, if she was ever able to go to one. she had always dreamed of meeting some of her favorite celebrities because she was allowed to actually listen to music and watch movies at boarding school, as long as she kept the volume down, and as long as she did not watch anything after eleven pm, as that was the time she was to go to bed. it was fun to dream about meeting them, and she definitely was a dreamer. "well, nice to meet you isaiah. i hope you don't think i'm weird, i am sure you are use to girls jumping all over you, but that is not the type of person that i am," she said. she took a deep breath before continuing. "i also hope you don't mind me still talking to you... a lot of people would have shooed me away by now. but you're actually nice for being famous and all." a lot of celebrities seemed to have the stuck up attitude where they wouldn't talk to anybody, but isaiah did not seem like that type of celebrity. trinity was a bit surprised when he went on about being adopted. she was even more surprised that isaiah could possibly be related to her also. she was a little wary though, it wasn't every day when someone ran into their potential long lost brother that they had never had the chance to meet. she took a deep breath. "it may sound like i am being a complete weird brat, but is there any way you could show me the picture so that i know you are telling the truth? i would really like to make sure because i don't really want anyone playing games with me," she said, hoping she wasn't coming off like a complete bitch. she just really wanted to meet her brother and she didn't want people trying to say they were her brother when they weren't. . TAGGED: lizzie .

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[isaiah james conway]

Isaiah was nineteen years old and in nineteen years life had turned out to be really complicated for him really, and it was actually really weird how things turned out for him sometimes. When he was growing up he thought he would always be one of those foster kids that no one would want so he would always be in foster homes, but when he was thirteen he was finally adopted by a couple that couldn't have kids and he was blessed. He was a really quiet kid at first, and didn't really open up when he had first moved in with them either, he kept to himself for sometime because he had been abused for some time. He remembered being locked in basements, and just treated with no respect by so many people because he seemed different. He was unlike the other kids, and so many kids would be adopted and he was just there and he was always just there. It was hard living that way, and for that he learned to be polite too. It was basically drilled into him, if you weren't polite to others you were punished and he just hated the punishments he would get so he learned quickly to obey. He would always obey, even now he found the need to apologize and sometimes he would even apologize more than once.

When he had first became famous, people recognizing him was actually almost strange because once people hardly ever knew who he was. He just happened to try and really keep to his self the best that he could and he would hide even, because he didn't even want to be known by most people. Now that he was famous that was obviously a lot harder for him to do, people would always stop him on the street and they would be all over him and sometimes it actually got really annoying for him and he actually didn't enjoy it. He sometimes hated being noticed, because it made it really hard for him to have any privacy and he was always being broadcasted in magazines and on gossip blogs and it really did hurt his feelings sometimes. It almost felt good that for once someone wasn't going crazy, "no to be honest I'm glad that you're not. I hate when girls are like that just because I'm famous, because it makes me feel like that is all they care about" he sighed a little bit stuffing his hands into his pockets of his jacket. "I also feel I can talk to whoever I wish, regardless of who the person is" he shrugged. He just wasn't one of those people that cared about his fame, because in the end it was the normal people and the people who weren't famous that made him famous in the first place.

Though his mother putting him up for adoption was hard on him, he knew that is was something that had to happen for his life to be where it was today. Often times he tried to think of how different his life would be if his mother kept him but it was hard, because he knew that it would be different. He knew that he might have never met his friends had his mom kept him, and that was the one reason why he was almost glad that his mom had gave him up instead of keeping him and when Trinity asked to see the picture that he had he nodded. He unfolded the picture, trying to flatten it out the best that he could so it was easier to see it. The picture was old and really wrinkled but it was easy to see it was the same picture that Trinity had, "on the back of the picture I have it says Isaiah age five. I was five when the picture was taken, but it really is me" he said just looking at her.