" Hey dad look at me
Think back and talk to me
Did I grow up according to plan?
And do you think I'm wasting my time doing things I wanna do?
But it hurts when you disapprove all along
I'm sorry I can't be perfect"

name: Noah Ty Anderson
gender: XY
birthdate: April 4th 1991
age: seventeen
hometown: kelowna, bristish columbia

interests: Lightning, Pink, Chocolate, Piercings, Q-tips, Japanese, Math, Running
addictions: Puking, Chocolate
disinterests: Chocolate, Morgues, Chainsaws, Doctors, Football, Drunk Drivers, White Out, Fat, Scales
fears, nightmares: Failure&Disappointing his Father, Needles, Driving,
detailed personality:

parents:
Madeline Anderson - died in childbirth
Cody Anderson - alive, thinks Noah is dead
important people:
Matthew Palmer - Ex-Boyfriend - thinks Noah is dead
detailed history:

Noah was born a rainy night in April in the bathtub of his house. His mother didn’t believe in giving birth in a hospital, believed it would be safer at home. All her doctors advised against it, saying that the chances of either of them or both dying were very high. They were right, his mother died in child birth. Noah was the first and only son of Cory and Madeline Anderson . His father raised him from there, never blaming him or his mother for her death. When Noah was old enough, he idolized his father completely, he was able to take care of his son, keep a job, and make sure everything was perfect in the house all at once. He wanted to be exactly like his father when he grew up.

His father held high expectations for Noah, even though he was young. He was a teacher, so only expected everything of his son. He brought Noah up to always go for the best, never to accept failure. He never really pressured him, when he was young. When he was older though, it started to get worse. He was twelve when it started to get really bad. He was just entering middle school at the time. His grades were always the very best, if he ever got below ninety he felt horrible about himself. He was on a sports team and in several clubs, all to impress his father. But he always felt like it was never enough. His father didn’t tell him much that he’d done a good job, that made him feel worse. Then, one day, after Noah had failed to get on the track team for a second year, his father said it was probably because he was so fat. Those words struck him hard. That night he stood in front of the mirror without a shirt on, seeing himself as a huge fat blob that would never amount to anything. He’d just had a large bowl of ice cream before this. He started to feel sick. So, he made himself throw up until there was nothing left. This wasn’t the last time. This just started it. An endless circle of stuffing himself full and then throwing it all back up into the toilet.

Noah was so thin you could count out his ribs and his hips were jutting out. And he still didn’t think he was thin enough. He was unraveling at the seams. He was thirteen when he met Matt and they started going out. He was still relatively normal when they met, just a little skinny. But he got worse over the months. Matt started to notice. At first, Noah denied everything, but after fainting at Matt’s house, he told him everything, expecting him to just dump him in a clinic and leave him forever. But instead, Matt helped him like the amazing boyfriend he was. He started getting better, though he did still binge and purge when he was feeling really bad. But Matt was turning his life around, he made Noah feel good about himself. Everything was starting to look good, until something horrible happened


It was November 4th, Noah will remember that day for the rest of his life. Him and his boyfriend, and his friends, and his boyfriends dad, had just been to the most exciting football game of the year. He didn’t much like football, or any sports, neither did his boyfriend, but they decided to go anyway. And he could see why people liked it so much. It was so ecstatic when the Frogs won. They were driving back to Matt house when a car from the other lane swerved right into their car. It was a large SUV, huge compared to the small car they were in. All Noah remembers is the sudden burst of light from the head lights and then a horrible pain shooting up from his neck and then nothing. He’d bent thrown into the seat in front of him and snapped his neck, which killed him.

Noah woke up who knows how long later. He didn’t feel any pain what so ever. He was confused, he’d thought he was dead. Though, that didn’t make much sense, because how can you think you’re dead without being alive? He just then realized he was frozen solid, literaly, he couldn’t move he was so cold. What was worse was he wasn’t wearing anything at all. He decided to not think about what happened or why or where he was. He needed to get out of this arctic tank. To bad he couldn’t move a muscle. He was forced to lay there, freezing half to death, though he should have been dead anyway, until finally someone opened the door down by his feet. He could feel himself moving, and was greeted by a ceiling. Then he realized where he must have been. In a morgue. He wasn’t that embarrassed about having not a speck of clothing on, they’d at least put a thin white sheet over him. He could hear people talking. About him. He was still frozen solid. the people took him off the table he was on and onto another. They were tossing around really scientific words that he didn’t understand. But then they said one that froze his heart. They were going to autopsy him. He still couldn’t move. He heard the loud whirring of a machine and saw a small chainsaw looking device. Then the started to cut into him. As frozen and he was, he could still feel the pain. But he couldn’t move, couldn’t scream, couldn’t even open his eyes. He was forced to suffer in silence. It had to be the worst thing ever. Especially when they just ripped open his rib cage like it was nothing. He was so scared they were going to start taking his organs, but then they suddenly both left. Noah was laying there for a while, then he realized he could move. He lifted his head and was greeted with the horrific view of his open chest. He almost threw up, but could manage to control it. He lifted his hands and slowly pushed the two halves of his rib cage back together. controlling the scream that wanted to rip out of his throat. He watched in complete astonishment and his skin sowed itself back together. Now this was strange. He decided to not think about it, he needed to get out. He got of the table. He didn't feel any pain, at all. There wasnt’ a single cut or bruise on his body. Nothing. He searched around, and struck lucky when he found a bag of the clothes he was wearing during the crash. They were covered in blood, but they were all he had. He snuck out of the building. he was good at that, being stealthy and unseen. He ran when he got out, to the forest that was near the morgue.

After that, he did his best to just forget about what had happened. He wasn’t normal, that much was obvious, and he was alive when he was supposed to be dead. He couldn’t go home, he couldn’t let anyone see him, they all thought he was dead. He couldn’t even go see his boyfriend. That hurt the most, he was pretty damn sure he was in love with him, and now he thought he was dead. And he would move on to other people eventually and forget all about him. That reduced him to tears. He cried for a while, all of what happened just getting to be to much. And the fact that his boyfriend could have died in that crash, that was really bad. He finally stopped, realizing that he needed to pull himself together and start thinking of what he needed to do. He needed food, and money, and clothes, and shelter, and water, and so much damn stuff. He bit his lip, planning on twisting his lip ring like he always did when he was nervous, but it wasn’t there. There wasn’t even a hole. They must have taken it out, and it had healed. He slept in the forest that night, having no where else to go.

Over the next few days he got everything he needed. He was able to sneak into his house one night and get most of it. He had a backpack from a week long hiking trip his father and him had gone on that year, where his Father had yelled at him so much he’d weighed thirty pounds less by the time they got back. He packed all he needed in there and left. Before he left his hometown forever though, he had to check on his boyfriend, make sure he was okay. He went to Matt’s house in the dead of night, peering in through his bed room window. There he was, Noah‘s own personal angel, sound asleep. He didn’t think for the next few minutes. He crawled through Matt’s open window, crouched beside him and gave him a small kiss. Matt’s eyes started to flutter open, but he was gone before he could wake up fully.

Noah took to the streets after that. He left Kelowna and started to walk. He didn’t really know where he was going, but he needed to find somewhere to live where there was no chance anyone he knew would ever find him. He walked for days on end. He’d had a part time job that paid pretty well back at home, so he had money. In the towns he stopped in for the night, some cops did talk to him, probably concerned at seeing someone so young all alone. He managed to avoid them though, and giving them his name. He continued on until he reached a small town called Lunar Parkland that he had never heard of. He was sure this place was going to be safe for him. So that’s where he decided to live. He had a hard time getting a place to live, he sometimes spent nights in the arcade or out in the forest. But then one day wandering around town a cop picked him up off the street. He knew he was going to get caught sooner or later. They asked his name, and he spit out the first thing that came to mind, Noah Grant. He made up a lie that his parents had died in a fire, and he’d run away from the house because he didn’t want to go to a foster family, and he didn’t want to go back to his home town. After some paperwork, they got him into a foster home in Lunar Parkland, where he lives to this day, undiscovered by Lunar Academy, even with it just up the hill.