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Wendy Byrd. 16. Montgomery Hall. Gymnastics.

Hello? 

laineyreed:

wendybyrd:

Yes, I’ve just arrived here. Are you old?

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Uh, I’m only seventeen.  But if you mean have I been here long, I started last year.

Oh, so you’re practically new here *smiles* is it nice?



Hello? 

rebeccaxporter:

wendybyrd:

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Hi! I’m Rebecca, who are you?

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Hey! I’m Wendy, nice to meet you!



Hello? 

sadie-wilson:

wendybyrd:

Nice to meet you too Sadie! *smiles* Have you been here for long?

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Well, I began here as a freshman and I’m a junior now, so yeah. Pretty long. Plus I stayed over the summer, but that was mostly for my job.

Wow, you must know every inch of this place! What is your work?



Hello? 

laineyreed:

Alaina.  Are you new?

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Yes, I’ve just arrived here. Are you old?

(Source: wendybyrd)



Hello? 

sadie-wilson:

Sadie, Sadie Wilson. Nice to meet you Wendy.

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Nice to meet you too Sadie! *smiles* Have you been here for long?

(Source: wendybyrd)



Hello? 

sadie-wilson:

Hi!

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hey! I’m Wendy, you are?

(Source: wendybyrd)



Hello? 

laineyreed:

Hi.

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Hello, wendy here and you are?

(Source: wendybyrd)



Hello? 



sma-students:

Sixteen ▪ Junior ▪ Montgomery Hall ▪ Barbara Palvin ▪ Open

 “Tell us a little bit about your life.”

Hm, well, I’m just your average sixteen year old from Oregon. Sure there are some abnormalities to my life, such as the fact that I’ve got two dads. Yep! No mom in this family, but I love them both dearly. They’ve raised me fantastically. They’re great dads, so everything you hear about gay parents affecting a child is utterly false. They’re better parents than a lot of my friends’ parents. At least they care, you know? Hm, well, I’m really into gymnastics. That’s why I’m hear. I heard about how great the coaches are, and how advanced the girls on the teams are— apparently, a couple of them are being scouted for Rio, which is brilliant. I’d love to go to the Olympics. It’s one of my dreams. I don’t think I’m quite good enough though, so I really hope I can improve my skills while I’m here. It’d be fantastic.

“So how would you describe yourself?”

Uh, I don’t know. I think a better question is how would others describe me. Because I don’t really focus on myself that much, so I guess you could say I’m sort of selfless. That doesn’t mean I’m a pushover, I just like helping people. I’ve been told quite a few times that I’m sort of quiet, but very nice once you get to know me. I really hope that’s true. I don’t like being mean to anyone. I think it’s dumb, because why put someone down just to feel better about yourself? If you’re nice to people, then they’ll be nice to you! Besides, it doesn’t matter what you look like. If you’re rude to people, then you’re just an ugly person.

“So, Wendy. What’s your secret?”

Oh dear, do I really have to tell you this? I’m sure you’ve already heard about it on the news. Remember about two years ago when there was that huge, uh, story about that couple that kidnapped five children? Well, I-I was the middle child. Yep. For the longest time, I believe that I had this huge loving family, with two older brothers, two younger sisters, and two amazing parents who love me. But then the cops came bursting in one day, during dinner, and took my mom and dad— I mean, my kidnappers, away. And then they took me, and my brothers and sisters to some hospital to make sure everything was okay with us, and then we got to meet our real parents. And as you know, I’ve got two dads. I don’t have a problem with that, but it’s just odd. Anywho, I like my dads, really, but it’s just…not the same. I didn’t grow up with them. As much as they technically are my parents, I don’t see them like that. They’re just the two guys that made me. I made that known with them, and they took me to a doctor, where I was diagnosed with Stockholm Syndrome. I don’t know what it means, except that it’s not very good. So, my dads and I made a deal. If I made an effort to treat them like my parents all summer, then I could go wherever I wanted for my freshman year. Since they live in Oregon, I picked a school on the other side of the country, and well, here I am, telling everyone that my family’s completely normal so that they don’t look at me funny.

“Who do you plan on spending the school year with?”

Hm, there’s the girls on the gymnastics team, like Violet Richards, and Frankie Vega. They’re both the nicest to me. I’m definitely closest with Violet. She’s got less attitude than Frankie, and I’m more comfortable around her. My best friend is probably Peter Pannone. We met my freshman year, and I absolutely adore him. He’s very sweet, and whenever I’m with him, I’m always a bit more outgoing than normal. I really enjoy spending time with him. There’s, uh, Raylee Borello, as well. She’s quite a bit like me, quiet and very sweet. We get along great. And then, of course, is Lucas Collins. He’s..well, I might have a small crush on him. But he doesn’t know that. Nor does he need to.

“What do you hope to accomplish this school year?”

I, uh, I’d like to find some way to actually accept my dads a-as my parents. I’d really like to make things right with them, because they’re trying so hard, but it’s just not the same. I’m used to a big, busy household, always noisy. But now, it’s just a cold house, with just me and my dads. And honestly, I miss my other family. A lot.

sma-students:

Sixteen ▪ Junior ▪ Montgomery Hall ▪ Barbara Palvin ▪ Open

 “Tell us a little bit about your life.”

Hm, well, I’m just your average sixteen year old from Oregon. Sure there are some abnormalities to my life, such as the fact that I’ve got two dads. Yep! No mom in this family, but I love them both dearly. They’ve raised me fantastically. They’re great dads, so everything you hear about gay parents affecting a child is utterly false. They’re better parents than a lot of my friends’ parents. At least they care, you know? Hm, well, I’m really into gymnastics. That’s why I’m hear. I heard about how great the coaches are, and how advanced the girls on the teams are— apparently, a couple of them are being scouted for Rio, which is brilliant. I’d love to go to the Olympics. It’s one of my dreams. I don’t think I’m quite good enough though, so I really hope I can improve my skills while I’m here. It’d be fantastic.

“So how would you describe yourself?”

Uh, I don’t know. I think a better question is how would others describe me. Because I don’t really focus on myself that much, so I guess you could say I’m sort of selfless. That doesn’t mean I’m a pushover, I just like helping people. I’ve been told quite a few times that I’m sort of quiet, but very nice once you get to know me. I really hope that’s true. I don’t like being mean to anyone. I think it’s dumb, because why put someone down just to feel better about yourself? If you’re nice to people, then they’ll be nice to you! Besides, it doesn’t matter what you look like. If you’re rude to people, then you’re just an ugly person.

“So, Wendy. What’s your secret?”

Oh dear, do I really have to tell you this? I’m sure you’ve already heard about it on the news. Remember about two years ago when there was that huge, uh, story about that couple that kidnapped five children? Well, I-I was the middle child. Yep. For the longest time, I believe that I had this huge loving family, with two older brothers, two younger sisters, and two amazing parents who love me. But then the cops came bursting in one day, during dinner, and took my mom and dad— I mean, my kidnappers, away. And then they took me, and my brothers and sisters to some hospital to make sure everything was okay with us, and then we got to meet our real parents. And as you know, I’ve got two dads. I don’t have a problem with that, but it’s just odd. Anywho, I like my dads, really, but it’s just…not the same. I didn’t grow up with them. As much as they technically are my parents, I don’t see them like that. They’re just the two guys that made me. I made that known with them, and they took me to a doctor, where I was diagnosed with Stockholm Syndrome. I don’t know what it means, except that it’s not very good. So, my dads and I made a deal. If I made an effort to treat them like my parents all summer, then I could go wherever I wanted for my freshman year. Since they live in Oregon, I picked a school on the other side of the country, and well, here I am, telling everyone that my family’s completely normal so that they don’t look at me funny.

“Who do you plan on spending the school year with?”

Hm, there’s the girls on the gymnastics team, like Violet Richards, and Frankie Vega. They’re both the nicest to me. I’m definitely closest with Violet. She’s got less attitude than Frankie, and I’m more comfortable around her. My best friend is probably Peter Pannone. We met my freshman year, and I absolutely adore him. He’s very sweet, and whenever I’m with him, I’m always a bit more outgoing than normal. I really enjoy spending time with him. There’s, uh, Raylee Borello, as well. She’s quite a bit like me, quiet and very sweet. We get along great. And then, of course, is Lucas Collins. He’s..well, I might have a small crush on him. But he doesn’t know that. Nor does he need to.

“What do you hope to accomplish this school year?”

I, uh, I’d like to find some way to actually accept my dads a-as my parents. I’d really like to make things right with them, because they’re trying so hard, but it’s just not the same. I’m used to a big, busy household, always noisy. But now, it’s just a cold house, with just me and my dads. And honestly, I miss my other family. A lot.


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