DAVIS, noah

[noah davis]

noah james davis.

name: melinda
age: old enough
gender: female
writing experience: forever
how’d you find us?: i live in brianna's closet
a favorite book: the memory keeper's daughter - kim edwards


name: noah james davis
age: seventeen
upper or lower schooling?: lower
previous residence: vancouver, canada and more recently paris, france
eye color: blue
hair color: sandy blonde
height: 6'1"
distinguishing features: warm inviting smile, ever-ready laugh, and unmistakable red knapsack that is usually filled with everything but school work.


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important people

history

Once upon a time there was this dude, right? And he met this really amazing girl. Like, she was so amazing that the first time he saw her he was like 'whoa' or maybe 'groovy' because it was super long ago. They dated some and got married and moved around a bit but it's all super boring and mushy and junk. Anyway, they've been married for twenty-two years which is forever by most standards. But then the amazing part happened: they had a baby. A little boy. And, oh snap! They named him Noah. Which, I would argue, is the point where the story actually gets exciting.

We moved around a bit mostly between Vancouver and Ottawa depending on how well my dad did in an election. Oh, and there was this one stint in Regina which was so boring you can't even begin to imagine. Okay. Take a piece of paper. Bam! Landscape of Saskatchewan. I think the lack of anything to do there was the reason the stork sent us my little sister, Grace.

Yes, it was a stork because the other option is repulsive.

I had this friend, Felix at the time. His mom was also pregnant. We used to talk about it before becoming secret agents and saving the street from imploding. That's how I knew things were different with my mom. No one cried when they found out he was having a little brother or sister. There weren't any whispered conversations behind closed doors. And his mom didn't cry all the time. Felix knew lots of stuff because he had an older brother who told him everything. Apparently my mom was acting crazy because of 'mones'. We didn't know what those were but we definitely fought them on our street.

I know this will come as an utter shock but it turned out Felix was wrong. See, Gracie wasn't like other babies. My mom tried to explain it to me at the time but I didn't really get it. She was just my little sister and she cried and woke me up at night and sometimes made really gross smells.

I guess on some level I always knew Grace was different. Like you know when parents don't tell you something but you just know? It was like that. But I never really thought about it because, well, I don't tend to think. Period. But we were at the park and I went to go get ice cream because the song is all hypnotic and sucks you into a vortex of over-priced deliciousness.

So, anyway, I'd left Gracie at the swings to go get us some and essentially blow my entire allowance. She loves those crazy rainbowy ones. Okay, I got her hooked on them. They turn your tongue ninety shades of awesome! When I got back there were some other guys from my school around Grace. At first I was like 'oh, they must know her.' But I was wrong. They were chanting 'retard' and throwing balls of paper at her and she was crying... I grabbed her and we left. I even dropped the stupid ice cream on the ground in the process. I sang every Disney song ever until she started laughing and was okay again.

That sort of changed things, you know? After that didn't want to go back to the park with her. For a long time I didn't want to do anything in public with her. I sorta hate thinking back to that month because I was a jerk to her and she didn't understand why. I got over it really quick. Did I mention I have awesome parents? I know that's not a normal thing to say but I really do. My dad asked me what was going on and I told him what happened and we had a total Full House moment, minus the lame background music. He told me that it didn't matter what other people thought or said about Gracie, only what I did because I was her big brother. We were family. Because we were family I knew what was on the inside and that was all that mattered.

He was right you know. Sometimes I think the world would be a better place if more people saw it the way my sister does.

And this is the part where everyone says 'Aw, Noah!' Hot girls to the front; dudes, please no.

Anyway, somewhere between the special of the week moment an opportunity my dad couldn't pass up came into our lives. He was offered the role of foreign diplomat to France. My first reaction? Hell to the yes! Croissants and cheese and eclairs... But my enthusiasm was not the only vote, so we settled it in typical Davis family fashion - Pizza and Chinese food, the meal of champions. Needless to say, we all decided that Paris would be all sorts of awesome. Tickets were bought. Bags were packed. Accents were not changed...

The cool part about living in the consulate is that technically we're still in Canada. So it's seriously the best of both worlds.

It was pretty clear that I couldn't just attend a regular high school. Not because I think I'm above that or anything but the whole sounding like I have a sock stuffed in my mouth whenever I speak French was a definite problem. There were heaps of swanky boarding schools in Europe - who knew!? And then I found this school out in the country but still close enough to Paris so I could go back to town and visit Gracie whenever I wanted. And voila! Here I am.

Oh yeah. The headmaster and I? Totally tight.

if you could be anywhere, where would you be? Here? There? Dude. Two places at once. And not in that corny romantic comedy way where you stand on either side of the state line but like, here and in Texas at once! Yeah. That would be amazing.

character’s play-by: Hunter Parrish

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