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LN: Hirsch
BF: Avram "Avi" Even Hirsch (22, English Lit. student pursuing Phd)
GF: Jocelyn Marie Abbott (22, Veterinary student)
FRandom Number (1-12): 8
Writing For This Round:
Avi's father, Isaac David Hirsch, made a birthright trip to Israel when he was eighteen. He met Avi's mother, seventeen-year-old Shira Lior Rosen, and found himself unable to return to the States for being so in love with her. Isaac stayed in Israel, and he and Shira were married only months after meeting (despite protests from Shira's rather conservative family).
Avi was born two years later in Tel Aviv. He had a happy, normal childhood. Both his parents were free spirited, if somewhat indulgent (having both come from fairly wealthy families and not being shy about wanting their son to have the best of everything). Isaac and Shira owned a bookstore, where Avi spent hours pouring over literature, both in Hebrew and English, and developing an intense love for the written word.
When Avi was eleven, his mother was diagnosed with ovarian cancer during a routine physical. The disease was not caught early enough, and despite receiving the best medical care available, she died less than six months later with her son and husband at her bedside.
Utterly heartbroken at the loss, Isaac sleepwalked through life for quite a while, hardly noticing that his son was hurting just as severely. Avi had begun acting out: skipping school, doing drugs, getting in fights, committing wanton acts of petty vandalism with his new crowd of delinquent friends. After the third time his son was brought home by the police for various indiscretions of this nature, Isaac decided that they both needed a change.
Isaac moved his son back to America, to Isaac's mother's house in a sleepy suburb in Southern California. Avi had only met his grandmother on a few occasions and resented having to leave the country of his birth to live with a stranger in a strange land. He was angry at the whole world and wasn't shy about letting that fact known.
His grandmother, Zora Hirsch, was an intensely overbearing woman, insisting on Avi attending school and maintaining good grades and doing chores and behaving himself in general. She even wanted the boy to start studying for a Bar Mitzvah, which he absolutely wanted nothing to do with unless his mother could somehow be brought back to attend.
Not used to such strict parental interference in his affairs, still angry and hurting, twelve-year-old Avi clashed often with his grandmother and continued acting out whenever possible, though it was harder without a pack of miscreant friends to back him up. He was still depressed and self-conscious about his accent, hardly speaking up in school and never mingling with the other kids.
Until a St. Bernard the size of a small horse tackled him one day as he was walking home from pretending to go to school.
The dog's owner, a pixie-like redhead in cutoffs and a Batman t-shirt, rushed to Avi's rescue, removing the beast and helping the boy up. The girl introduced herself as Jocelyn-but-you-can-call-me-Joss Abbott. She apologized for Molly, claiming that the dog hadn't meant any harm; Molly was just a perceptive creature and could smell when people were sad and always tried to cheer them up with a furry hug and a few buckets of slobber.
Avi was not amused. He screamed for Joss and her dumb mutt to leave him alone before stomping off home.
The next morning, Joss and her dog were waiting for him only a little ways down the street. She turned out to be his neighbor and in his class and, despite Avi's grumbling, accompanied him on his walk to school, all the while refusing to shut up. Joss told him about how she lived with her dad, Christopher Abbott, how his name was hilarious because it soundd like Christopher Rabbit. She told him about how they was training Molly as a guide dog for the blind and that's why she got to bring Molly to school sometimes. She told him about wanting to be a vet when she grew up.
After several weeks of the girl tagging along on every walk to and from school, Avi's resistance to her friendly chatter finally broke. He found himself talking back. In no time, they were inseparable.
Having someone to talk to helped Avi a lot. He began feeling less angry all the time. He started reading again, doing his homework, even even joined the school's soccer team and started studying for his Bar Mitzvah because he knew his mother would have wanted that. Indeed, when he finally did read from the Torah, his father cried and told him how utterly proud she would've been of her son. Joss was there, afterwards insisting on a translation.
Years passed quietly. Avi and Joss attended junior high and high school together, never dating even though people always assumed otherwise from how much time the two spent together, how close they seemed. They were each other's dates for the prom but ended the evening drinking a few ill-gotten beers and lighting off bottle rockets at a nearby reservoir and finally working up the courage to announce their plans for after graduation.
Joss had been accepted in an exclusive pre-vet program Alabama. Avi would return to Israel to volunteer for three years of military service and one at an Israeli university studying Hebrew Literature and teaching English; he would return afterwards to study English Literature and eventually attain a PhD in both fields.
The friends were sad to be parting, but swore to keep in touch. And they did. Over the next four years, the two exchanged letters regularly though didn't have the chance to meet in person. They both discovered how much they missed each other, how deep the affections ran.
When the four years were over, the friends surprised each other by being accepted into the same New York university, Joss for Veterinary school and Avi for the Literature department. They reunited for dinner after the first day of classes. Avi was so stunned by how much Joss had grown up, how beautiful she'd become that he wasn't prepared when she felt the same way and followed through on the overwhelming urge to jump on him for the biggest hug her petite body could manage.
Joss knocked them both the ground. Their foreheads cracked together quite painfully, but the next thing Avi knew he was kissing Joss and loving it, finding her wrapped around him so tight that he didn't think she would (nor did he want her to) ever let go.
The two began dating and have been for several months, balancing heavy course loads were their immensely satisfying relationship. They've decided to move in together as soon as one of their leases is up. Lately Avi has been having daydreams about asking Joss to marry him, even planning on asking his father for his mother's ring the next time he sees him. Joss has secretly been taking a class to convert to Judaism and is going to surprise Avi as soon as he works up the guts to (finally!) pop the question.
(sorry that was so long. I'm procrastinating on some homework, and the story just got away from me ;P )
BF: Avram "Avi" Even Hirsch (22, English Lit. student pursuing Phd)
GF: Jocelyn Marie Abbott (22, Veterinary student)
FRandom Number (1-12): 8
Writing For This Round:
Avi's father, Isaac David Hirsch, made a birthright trip to Israel when he was eighteen. He met Avi's mother, seventeen-year-old Shira Lior Rosen, and found himself unable to return to the States for being so in love with her. Isaac stayed in Israel, and he and Shira were married only months after meeting (despite protests from Shira's rather conservative family).
Avi was born two years later in Tel Aviv. He had a happy, normal childhood. Both his parents were free spirited, if somewhat indulgent (having both come from fairly wealthy families and not being shy about wanting their son to have the best of everything). Isaac and Shira owned a bookstore, where Avi spent hours pouring over literature, both in Hebrew and English, and developing an intense love for the written word.
When Avi was eleven, his mother was diagnosed with ovarian cancer during a routine physical. The disease was not caught early enough, and despite receiving the best medical care available, she died less than six months later with her son and husband at her bedside.
Utterly heartbroken at the loss, Isaac sleepwalked through life for quite a while, hardly noticing that his son was hurting just as severely. Avi had begun acting out: skipping school, doing drugs, getting in fights, committing wanton acts of petty vandalism with his new crowd of delinquent friends. After the third time his son was brought home by the police for various indiscretions of this nature, Isaac decided that they both needed a change.
Isaac moved his son back to America, to Isaac's mother's house in a sleepy suburb in Southern California. Avi had only met his grandmother on a few occasions and resented having to leave the country of his birth to live with a stranger in a strange land. He was angry at the whole world and wasn't shy about letting that fact known.
His grandmother, Zora Hirsch, was an intensely overbearing woman, insisting on Avi attending school and maintaining good grades and doing chores and behaving himself in general. She even wanted the boy to start studying for a Bar Mitzvah, which he absolutely wanted nothing to do with unless his mother could somehow be brought back to attend.
Not used to such strict parental interference in his affairs, still angry and hurting, twelve-year-old Avi clashed often with his grandmother and continued acting out whenever possible, though it was harder without a pack of miscreant friends to back him up. He was still depressed and self-conscious about his accent, hardly speaking up in school and never mingling with the other kids.
Until a St. Bernard the size of a small horse tackled him one day as he was walking home from pretending to go to school.
The dog's owner, a pixie-like redhead in cutoffs and a Batman t-shirt, rushed to Avi's rescue, removing the beast and helping the boy up. The girl introduced herself as Jocelyn-but-you-can-call-me-Joss Abbott. She apologized for Molly, claiming that the dog hadn't meant any harm; Molly was just a perceptive creature and could smell when people were sad and always tried to cheer them up with a furry hug and a few buckets of slobber.
Avi was not amused. He screamed for Joss and her dumb mutt to leave him alone before stomping off home.
The next morning, Joss and her dog were waiting for him only a little ways down the street. She turned out to be his neighbor and in his class and, despite Avi's grumbling, accompanied him on his walk to school, all the while refusing to shut up. Joss told him about how she lived with her dad, Christopher Abbott, how his name was hilarious because it soundd like Christopher Rabbit. She told him about how they was training Molly as a guide dog for the blind and that's why she got to bring Molly to school sometimes. She told him about wanting to be a vet when she grew up.
After several weeks of the girl tagging along on every walk to and from school, Avi's resistance to her friendly chatter finally broke. He found himself talking back. In no time, they were inseparable.
Having someone to talk to helped Avi a lot. He began feeling less angry all the time. He started reading again, doing his homework, even even joined the school's soccer team and started studying for his Bar Mitzvah because he knew his mother would have wanted that. Indeed, when he finally did read from the Torah, his father cried and told him how utterly proud she would've been of her son. Joss was there, afterwards insisting on a translation.
Years passed quietly. Avi and Joss attended junior high and high school together, never dating even though people always assumed otherwise from how much time the two spent together, how close they seemed. They were each other's dates for the prom but ended the evening drinking a few ill-gotten beers and lighting off bottle rockets at a nearby reservoir and finally working up the courage to announce their plans for after graduation.
Joss had been accepted in an exclusive pre-vet program Alabama. Avi would return to Israel to volunteer for three years of military service and one at an Israeli university studying Hebrew Literature and teaching English; he would return afterwards to study English Literature and eventually attain a PhD in both fields.
The friends were sad to be parting, but swore to keep in touch. And they did. Over the next four years, the two exchanged letters regularly though didn't have the chance to meet in person. They both discovered how much they missed each other, how deep the affections ran.
When the four years were over, the friends surprised each other by being accepted into the same New York university, Joss for Veterinary school and Avi for the Literature department. They reunited for dinner after the first day of classes. Avi was so stunned by how much Joss had grown up, how beautiful she'd become that he wasn't prepared when she felt the same way and followed through on the overwhelming urge to jump on him for the biggest hug her petite body could manage.
Joss knocked them both the ground. Their foreheads cracked together quite painfully, but the next thing Avi knew he was kissing Joss and loving it, finding her wrapped around him so tight that he didn't think she would (nor did he want her to) ever let go.
The two began dating and have been for several months, balancing heavy course loads were their immensely satisfying relationship. They've decided to move in together as soon as one of their leases is up. Lately Avi has been having daydreams about asking Joss to marry him, even planning on asking his father for his mother's ring the next time he sees him. Joss has secretly been taking a class to convert to Judaism and is going to surprise Avi as soon as he works up the guts to (finally!) pop the question.
(sorry that was so long. I'm procrastinating on some homework, and the story just got away from me ;P )
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