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Violet Littleberry
he/him || a tall, thin boy with curly blonde hair usually tied into a short ponytail. He has dark blueish-grey eyes, pale skin, and a few freckles on his nose. He usually wears an oversized Wicked hoodie he received when he went to see the play, and grey sweatpants. He's been wearing the same ratty sneakers for a few years

This little cafe was the only place he really felt comfortable. At home, he couldn't be his true self. At school, he was bullied or ignored. But here, everybody was cool with his existence, and the staff all knew him. He sat at his usual table, sipping a vanilla milkshake. In front of him sat a sketchbook, and he was spinning a pencil between his fingers. Violet stared down at his paper, frowning. He wanted to draw, he really did -- but he just didn't have the inspiration. Of course, there was a comic he made that he updated monthly, but he just didn't feel like drawing that.

Even though there weren't many people in the little coffee shop, the noise of people talking was starting to annoy him. He knew he should be doing homework right now, but he just didn't want to do that -- it was math, and he stunk at math. Also, he just couldn't. It was like, impossible. He was smart enough to do it, but all the numbers and letters intimidated him, causing him to go through a constant cycle of, I need to do this, and I know I can. That's too much, I can't do this. I have to do this, but I REALLY REALLY DON'T WANT TO.

After a bit more staring, he closed his sketchbook with a sigh. Violet sat there a moment, unsure of what to do, and reluctantly pulled out his phone. At first glance, it was chaos. Too many notifications. Most were from months ago, but there were a few from earlier that day. Ever since The Incident, he'd stopped replying to his few friends' texts. Emery had initially texted him a lot, but after a few weeks, stopped. The same had happened with Jenny and Jordyn.

But Riot persisted. He'd in fact been the one who'd texted Violet earlier that day. But Violet didn't feel like replying. He scrolled through the two's chat history -- most of it was Riot asking if he was okay. Violet frowned, feeling a little guilty. He couldn't reply now; what if Riot got angry? What if he... what if he left him? Violet couldn't bear thinking about losing his best friend. Riot's sister, Jill (why did he have so many friends whose names started with J?) had informed Violet that she was no longer his friend just a few weeks ago.

Violet had cried when that happened, and he never cried. He had felt like a fool, been so so upset, but now he was just angry. Angry that somebody he'd known and been friends with since they were little would just... leave him like that. Just because Violet had started hanging out with Riot a bit more. He felt tears coming to his eyes, and rubbed them with the heels of his hands.

I am not crying in public.

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