Author's Note: So - this is my first HOA story! It's ten random things I sort of came up with to get a better insight to the characters. I do not own The House of Anubis or the characters, but I did come up with some of the facts.
I'm doing this in alphabetical order, so that means Mick is first. He's probably my least favorite student in the house, but writing this and putting my spin on his character has made me like him a bit more. Hope you enjoy! Jerome's will be up very soon.
CAMPBELL, Mick
Having an over-achieving older brother was never easy. He tried so hard to live up to everything Dan had did, but it was almost impossible, and he never quite matched up. For a long time, he tried to please everyone. To be the son his mother and father wanted, to be the cool little brother, to be… perfect. He still hasn't quite realized that you can't make everyone happy.
He was very young when he first visited his father's practice. The bright white rooms, the antiseptic smell, the disgusting diagram posters on the walls of the office, and then those needles. He had fainted just from the sight of it all, not that he would let anyone know that. Even though he was only five, being a doctor was officially ruled out, even though his father wanted him to follow in his footsteps. He's never liked hospitals since.
When he was seven years old, he was home sick with the flu. Confined to the couch and a box of tissues, he had watched about three days straight worth of football. From that point on, he vowed he would make it big. Play on a pro-league, have his name on a jersey, be on TV. Things a lot of seven year old boys dream of. But he was dead serious. He was competitive with his brother, but the competition in sports took it to a whole new level. He hates to lose or be wrong.
He had never been smart. Ever. Even though he pretended not to care, every bad grade stung. He may not have been naturally intelligent, but wasn't completely stupid, either. Maybe slightly oblivious, but not stupid. With all the pressure from his parents, he had just cracked. He may be able to pull of some decent marks if he actually put in the same effort he did in athletics.
His lack of academic achievement was surely made up for in sports. He could play any game, and he could play it well. Too bad his father thought it was a waste of time. The one thing he was really serious about, no one cared. He had never had the support at home for his dream.
He liked cooking. A lot, actually, and he was pretty good at it too, but he couldn't even imagine what his family's response would be. Cooking was just as useless as sports to them.
Being popular was something he enjoyed. Guys wanted to be his friend, girls wanted to go out with him. Everyone knew his name. He liked feeling important. He was aware that he was a walking stereotype - the popular, dumb, blond, jock, but for some reason he was okay with it. Maybe he just wanted to fit a mold, to not be something out of the ordinary. But lately, he was thinking it was for all the wrong reasons. No one at the Anubis House really seemed to want him around, and he couldn't blame them. He was a jerk sometimes.
He's got a thing for nicknames. He likes coming up with them for people, and they stick, sometimes at least. He likes giving other people nicknames, but with him, he hates it when people call him anything other than Mick. His pet peeve is being called Mickey.
He really didn't want to stuff Robbie in that locker. But the kid was talking about Patricia, and perhaps he had gotten a little jealous. Yes, he had had a minuscule crush on Williamson years ago for some unknown reason, but had gotten over it quickly. He lacks that part of his his brain that tells him not to do certain things. He has good intentions, but they don't always come across that way.
He has had plenty of girlfriends, but Mara and Amber were different. Mara was different because… well, she wasn't the flirty, girly type he usually went for. And Amber… well, because she was exactly that type, but there was still something special about her that stood out, and he couldn't put his finger on what it was. He really was a hopeless romantic at heart.
Author's Note: Sorry it was so short, but it really isn't meant to be much of a story, just random drabbles on my part. Well, was it terrible? Should I keep going? PLEASE REVIEW! :D