Deal with it

Deal with it

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Hawking Academy is a behavioral school for kids age 16-19. Hawking as seen a lot of kids that need their behavior corrected but the have more to come. But little did they know who was coming. Jackson is a 18 year old male with violent habits. Jackson loves to fight over little things. He loves to see people in pain as they screaming and crying. Hazel is a 17 year old female the does not look as bad as she is. Hazel keeps to herself and a lot of people pick on her at Hawking thinking she was a easy target. Hazel was for sure one of the most violent person in hawking. Hazel handles her business behind locked doors. Making sure her victims can't run or scream as she slowly tortured them. Both hazel and Jackson was on the same level of dangerous. Both of them had many murders on their hands but they could careless. The only different between hazel and Jackson is that Jackson was a sociopath one that could careless about his area around him. Hazel was a psychopath one that plans and keep low.
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Paranoia... has become my constant companion. Ahh... Danny, what've you gotten yourself into? Thought I was doing something... thought I was gonna get better. Turns out it was all for nothing. I knew I'd be here again. Rock bottom's the only place for real pieces of shit like us... Like me. All that self-improvement didn't mean shit... Or I guess it did, or I wouldn't be here right now... Trying to fill those shoes, re-paint that grim portrait that haunted me... and I did, made everyone proud, even you mom... But it won't mean anything if I die out here. I thought those jumbled remnants of thoughts were the pull of my former self in a disassosiative amnesia from the drugs... Guess it was the pull of a much more treacherous force. I wish I could've lived my fantasy out and been happy.... At least you were, while it lasted. "Times almost up, they'll be here soon." TRIGGER WARNINGS: Crude humor, Illicit drug use, Drug overdose, loss of a child, suicide, bullying, traumatic events, Mature themes, graphic violence, death.

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