<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">Name:</span></b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)"> Simon Anderson<br/>
<b>Location:</b> Beach House -&gt; Outdoors<br/>
<b>Tagged: </b>Open<br/>
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Simon felt like crying as the hot girl and the new girl walked off, arm in arm. He couldn't even talk to girls right - so much so that they'd rather get with each other than with him! He slammed the bench with his fist. This was a terrible idea and he was regretting it already. But it was too late already. Too late to change anything. Everyone was going to have a fun time and he was going to be miserable, with anxiety and a panic attack. He punched the bench again. Never again was he going to make an attempt at being so social!<br/>
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He stared down at his hand and the bloody mark it had left behind. His hand began to sting and he looked at his bloody knuckles. Oh, hell!  Cradling his arm against his chest, he moved through the pool and patio - stuttering when he saw his Brother. What was he doing here? Just what he needed - his big bully of a brother to steal the show! He avoided him in a large circle, darting quickly inside. He leaped up the stairs and to the master bedroom - door left wide open - before going to the master bathroom. He fumbled around in the cabinets for a first aid box as his bloodied hand dripped into the sink.</span>