22Secrets. Everyone has them. Not everything is as it seems. Lies and secrets,they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction behind.
Lets start with the gang:
Andre Harris-Talented Musician/Songwriter who lives with his crazy grandma.
Not that it isn't true, but he was an unwanted child. Found by grandma in a dark abandoned alley naked and starving, eating moldy bread found on the ground. He was scared, homeless, unwanted till the age of 4 where grandma took him in, provided for him, cleaned him, and fed him. All was well till the age of 8 where his dad shot himself in the head in front of grandma herself. Apparently wife cheated and got caught, killed herself after that. Grandma was devastated, but she stayed alive to take care of Little Andre. A little after that, she went crazy, and Andre took it as his responsibility to take care of her no matter what.
Beckett "Beck" Oliver-Actor, handsome fluffy hair, charming, king of Hollywood Arts. Living the free life in his RV. Calm, wise, mature, and stoic. Every girl wanted him and every guy wanted to be him. The leader of our gang, his clear locker which represents"no secrets" is the greatest irony of all. Quiet , deep and mysterious, people just get distracted by his looks and charm to really observe what he's hiding.
You see, Beck was an orphan, still is , until my mom adopted him that is. Beck ran away from the orphanage at the age of 7, surviving, cheating, lying, stealing, acting, in order to get basic necessities. (I know, explains his natural charm and acting abilities. I mean, no one is naturally born with amazing acting chops. It comes with experience, something that half the Hollywood Arts wannabes just don't get. Idiots) Beck is and will always be, my best friend and someone i love. (Boyfriend or not) We know each other better than we know ourselves. He's my rock and i'm , well , his anchor i guess. He knows all that is about me, and i know everything about him. Almost, everything, He was never keen to talk about his days at the orphanage. Anyways, i found him when i was 10, he was robbing my treehouse. (Yea i had one no big deal, tell anyone and i'll stab you with my scissors) And we just clicked instantly. My mom then adopted him when we were 12, and enrolled us into Hollywood Arts.
Catarina "Cat" Valentine- our ditzy, bubbly singer with her crazy stories about her brother.
Does her brother really exist? Yes. Yes he does, but he's locked up in the mental hospital now. Does Cat really behave like that all the time? Yes too. Cat was stuck with taking care of her crazy brother since young while her parents work to pay for his medicine ad hospital bills. She basically had a non existent childhood. Cat was also my first friend since preschool and she was one of the most matured and wise kid i have ever met. She's always there to slap some sense into and is always there for me no matter what. Cat knows everything that's happening around her, she senses things even better than me. (And that's saying something) She just chooses to ignore what needs to be ignored and lives her life the way she wants it. Happy and without troubles. Unlike me who shows my dark side and embrace it, Cat never allows the darkness to touch her, always staying in the light, and she is one of the strongest person i've ever met. My best friend, Cat Valentine.
Robert "Robbie" Shapiro - ventriloquist, shy, quiet, and awkward but yet extremely loyal. And Rex- pervert, idiot, annoying puppet that deserves to be stabbed.
The thing is, Robbie's gay. And thus his parents treat him as an Abomination. Not like they have ever treated him well. They thought he was a mistake, always insulting him and never caring for him, hence resulting in his almost zero self esteem and lack of self confidence. Hence, his alter ego, Rex. Well, we have been trying to build his self confidence, which has been working especially with Miss Sunshine Tori Vega walked in with her luscious brown hair, and smile that lights up the world, and her body, damn, the curves and her toned muscles and... Dammit Jade focus! Well yeah till Miss "I own the whole world" walked in. Whatever.
And as for me, Im Jade. Jadelyn West
Well i love scissors, acting and directing. I sometimes sing but i would rather stab someone and listen to their screams. People think i'm dark and twisted and basically hate everyone around me. Well i do hate humans, but that's just cause humans are terrible creatures. Come on, have you heard the stories of the gang? The only way to protect yourself is to be strong. Yea i'll admit, i have trust issues. I only trust the gang and my mom. Its just, people tend to leave all the time and they never come back. My dad, my sister. Only mom came back, and that's all i'll ever need. Don't open your heart to people is what i've always told myself. You let them in and they break down your walls, and take one step, two steps, three steps in, slowly they start to have a greater impact in your life, and they actually start to matter to you. And when that happens, they fuck with you heart and feeling and at the end of the day, the one who gets screwed up and hurt it you. That's just the way it is. I don't know when i started letting the gang in, but they're the only people i trust and vice versa.
And then there's Tori, Victoria Vega and her annoying loud untalented sister Trina.
One thing's for sure, i never understood how Trina even managed to enter Hollwood Arts. Yea it's crazy and all with Sikowitz and his coconut visions but HA is also highly exclusive and in popular demand. God knows how Trina entered. And then there's Tori. She's happy all the time, always pushing her nose into people's business. And she's also the one that never stops fighting for my friendship and my attention. We've became closer recently, i realised that we actually have a lot in common. But yet i've always wondered what her secrets were, it doesn't seem like she has any, with her perfect looks , body, and family. (Besides Trina of course) But we don't really know do we? I've also realised that her home is almost always empty, again , besides that loudhailer we call Trina. Hmmm, i guess i'll just have to find out.