Roman is the 'jock'. He flirted with everyone, and was in a new relationship each week. But that was because he was scared of commitment and getting to close.
Indigo is captain of the cheerleading squad. She acted like a total bitch, but she was actually trying to keep from being hurt.
Logan is the smartest, well book wise, guy in school. Straight A's and was most likely going to be valedictorian next year. He pushed emotions away to focus on what he believes was most important, education. But, believe it or not, he was far from heartless.
Thomas is the 'art man with a plan as everyone who was artistic in any way called him. He often helped fundraisers, came up with most of them. It seems as if he always had a plan to get out of a sticky situation. But the fact them everyone relied on him caused him to be under a lot of pressure.
Patton is the 'class clown'. He devotes most of his time to making corny jokes and puns. He wants to make everyone else happy. No matter how he was feeling.
Virgil is the quiet kid. He sits in the back of the class, rarely shows emotion or talks. Never laughs. Well in front of the people at school. At home he chats away with his sister, laughing almost non-stop.
Then there's me. Y/n. I am Virgil's sister, twin sister to clarify.
Now, you're probably wondering how I know all this about these people. Well, I know the real people behind their masks.
I know their home lives, I see the faces they make when they believe no one is looking, hear the words they utter when they truly believe no one is listening.
But, I am. When a tree falls alone in the forest it makes a sound, I feel as if I am the ground that their trees of emotion collapse onto. But, as I had said, they're the tree and im the ground. When a tree falls, the only thing that makes a sound is the tree. And I stay silent.
I know I should speak out, but I can't. Anything I say can and will be used against me. So i stay where I stand and watch.
I watch their inner webs tangle and weave as if they were trying to form a basket to catch the tears.
But, I cannot do anything. Fore the ground cannot move.
The ground cannot make a sound.
So, here I stay, waiting.
Here I stay, listening.
Here I stay, silent.
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