Post by Luke Dvorak on Sept 8, 2014 3:09:55 GMT
LUKE DVORAK
Age: 13
Traits: Moody, reluctant (read: doesn't want to be here), smart, social, funny
Played By: Remy Thorne
Age: 13
Traits: Moody, reluctant (read: doesn't want to be here), smart, social, funny
Played By: Remy Thorne
He was doomed.
The sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach only increased as Luke Dvorak followed his aunt and uncle with slow, shuffling steps. It was one mistake! Okay, he might admit it was a big one, getting taken in for underage drinking. It had sounded like a good idea at the time - he'd just been mad, but he knew now that drinking hadn't been a great idea. Everyone talked about how awesome it was, so he just had to try it. But honestly, the beer hadn't even tasted that great. However, that didn't change his situation. The police had shown up at the party and Luke had had to be picked up at the police station. His parents were definitely less than pleased. Luke could not recall seeing his father so furious, and in a flurry, here he was, at Beech River Stables.
As "punishment," or so Luke thought of it (his parents told him that this was meant to give him a fresh start, away from his less than savory friend group), he was going to learn to ride horses. His first lesson was scheduled, and more would follow, he had been told. He might even enjoy it, they claimed. (Yeah, right.) If his behavior improved, his parents promised he could come home to Houston over the winter break. But that was such a long time from now that he didn't think he could make it.
His parents were passionate equestrians, as were his aunt and uncle, but Luke? No. Soccer was his thing. Horses were for girls. He thought of the typical princess fairy tale and couldn't imagine anything really worse than what he was stuck with. His father had even bought him a horse, named Storm. He was located somewhere in this wing. At least he has a cool name. He thought. He had hoped he wouldn't end up with something like a Jessamine or Maraca, or whatever people named horses. It wasn't that girly, at least.
"Here we are, Luke," His aunt stopped him, pointing to a stall. Her tone was cheerful, but forced. She knew just how unhappy he was, but she was trying to put a happy spin on it. Luke couldn't really take it seriously. The sign outside the stall, clearly new, read "Storm" in cheerful letters, and Luke could see the white-ish gray horse inside. He gulped. This was stupid, but he was nervous, too. Horses bit people, right? And kicked, and all kinds of things. Stupid, stupid. He chided himself, but it didn't stop him from being wary of the step that he took toward the door. He wasn't even sure why he was looking. He didn't care. He was going to be out of here as soon as he possibly could.
"Don't you want to say hi, Luke?" His uncle asked, giving him a pointed look. He was less patient than his wife, but he was trying to at least not make it obvious.
No was the answer Luke wanted to shout at them. Running away seemed a much more preferable option, if he was really honest with himself. He stood at the stall's door, stuck between decisions.
((Most of my posts will not typically be this long, just for the record. Hoping someone will come and try to encourage him to come and say hello to his horse, or something to that effect. Yay Luke and the teen angst, ha ha! <3 xD))
The sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach only increased as Luke Dvorak followed his aunt and uncle with slow, shuffling steps. It was one mistake! Okay, he might admit it was a big one, getting taken in for underage drinking. It had sounded like a good idea at the time - he'd just been mad, but he knew now that drinking hadn't been a great idea. Everyone talked about how awesome it was, so he just had to try it. But honestly, the beer hadn't even tasted that great. However, that didn't change his situation. The police had shown up at the party and Luke had had to be picked up at the police station. His parents were definitely less than pleased. Luke could not recall seeing his father so furious, and in a flurry, here he was, at Beech River Stables.
As "punishment," or so Luke thought of it (his parents told him that this was meant to give him a fresh start, away from his less than savory friend group), he was going to learn to ride horses. His first lesson was scheduled, and more would follow, he had been told. He might even enjoy it, they claimed. (Yeah, right.) If his behavior improved, his parents promised he could come home to Houston over the winter break. But that was such a long time from now that he didn't think he could make it.
His parents were passionate equestrians, as were his aunt and uncle, but Luke? No. Soccer was his thing. Horses were for girls. He thought of the typical princess fairy tale and couldn't imagine anything really worse than what he was stuck with. His father had even bought him a horse, named Storm. He was located somewhere in this wing. At least he has a cool name. He thought. He had hoped he wouldn't end up with something like a Jessamine or Maraca, or whatever people named horses. It wasn't that girly, at least.
"Here we are, Luke," His aunt stopped him, pointing to a stall. Her tone was cheerful, but forced. She knew just how unhappy he was, but she was trying to put a happy spin on it. Luke couldn't really take it seriously. The sign outside the stall, clearly new, read "Storm" in cheerful letters, and Luke could see the white-ish gray horse inside. He gulped. This was stupid, but he was nervous, too. Horses bit people, right? And kicked, and all kinds of things. Stupid, stupid. He chided himself, but it didn't stop him from being wary of the step that he took toward the door. He wasn't even sure why he was looking. He didn't care. He was going to be out of here as soon as he possibly could.
"Don't you want to say hi, Luke?" His uncle asked, giving him a pointed look. He was less patient than his wife, but he was trying to at least not make it obvious.
No was the answer Luke wanted to shout at them. Running away seemed a much more preferable option, if he was really honest with himself. He stood at the stall's door, stuck between decisions.
((Most of my posts will not typically be this long, just for the record. Hoping someone will come and try to encourage him to come and say hello to his horse, or something to that effect. Yay Luke and the teen angst, ha ha! <3 xD))
