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Post: 36618097_1 created on Wed Jan 09, 2008 2:10 amPosted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 2:10 am
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CELEBS i'VE USED BEFORE
(Because I'm always forgetting)







CELEBS i MiGHT WANT TO USE iN THE FUTURE
(Again, because I'm always forgetting)








C-C-C-COLORS!
(terrible memory)


deeppink
royalblue
darkcyan
blueviolet
mediumpurple
darkseagreen
mediumvioletred
mediumseagreen
steelblue
cornflowerblue
coral
salmon
lightgreen
yellowgreen
crimson
rosybrown
lightseagreen
palevioletred
lightpink
mediumaquamarine
hotpink
plum
limegreen
slateblue
thistle
#71C671
#33CC99
#F54D70
#EEA2AD
#00C5CD
#00C78C
#B4EEB4
#7CCD7C
#BCEE68
#CDCD00
#6959CD
#FF7D40
#B0171F
#f13b47
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bla
 
     
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Post: 36618097_2 created on Wed Jan 09, 2008 2:13 amPosted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 2:13 am
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D r u g s. S e x. R o c k a n d r o l l?

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[Where's my body?]
     
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How low is my self esteem that I'm the sidekick in my own fantasy?"
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Post: 36618097_6 created on Sat Jan 12, 2008 4:07 pmPosted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 4:07 pm
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------------------m a r i l y nGEORGE


        While Miss Bloom played one of the scenes from the famous Shakespearian play 'Romeo and Juliet' on the school television, Marilyn George watched in excitement, sometimes even mouthing the words that she remembered from acting it out in one of the past years she had been intereseted in the theater. It was her favorite, and she never got sick of seeing the small, affordable snippets in school. Mary was depressed to see the scene fade out, and not return back to the color of the actors to seconds later like it should have. In stead, Miss Bloom turned the lights of the school auditorium back on and Mary's eyes stung from the beams that had been vacant for the ten minutes that the video was playing. Mary sat in disappointment while Miss Bloom was speaking; it really was pitiful that the school couldn't afford a whole video. But the girl perked up when her teacher said something of acting one of the Romeo and Juliet scenes. Sitting up in her chair, she listened to the pairings, and as always (in Drama class, anyway) Miss Bloom called out Mary's pairing first.

        "Brennon and Mary..."

        Yes! Mary thought to herself, a wide grin on her face. She couldn't have asked for a better partner. Brennon was her best friend in the whole world, not to mention the fact that he was gay, so they could do any of the kissing scenes without the extra awkwardness. Mary always enjoyed the kissing scenes, probably because they were more focused on than any other parts of the play, romance sells. When Miss Bloom was finished, Mary stood up from her seat at the very front of the class and started to pack away the things she had gotten out at the beginning of the lesson. While she busied herself, her thoughts flew all over her head, searching for ideas on how to get costumes and make-up and whatnot. She loved every essence of the theater, no matter how much work she'd need to do to perform her best, Mary was going to make sure that she topped the class in this assignment, not because she was competitive, but because she felt that it was her thing. The one calling in her life so far that was definite and straight.

        Mary's brain power was interrupted, however, when a familiar boy jumped right onto her desk. She smiled towards Brennon. Their relationship couldn't be compared to something else, like brother-sister. It could only ever be described as a girl and her gay best friend, that was it. It couldn't be as if he was one of her girlfriends, because he wasn't too girly at all. Not to mention the dead weight he was whenever they went out shopping. Mary plopped herself back onto the uncomfortable plastic chair to look at Brennon straight. After smiling gently at his comment she moved her hand forward and pinched her right cheek. "Oh yes, Kenz, and so much more." She said cheesily and let go of his cheek to secure the aqua blue satchel that she had just stuffed her school supplies in. "So, I was thinking we could do a kissing scene. Their always Miss Bloom's favorites, so we might get, like, extra credit on it." Mary started, getting straight into the project, not minding at all if none of it had gotten into Brennon's head, she'd just explain it over and over until it did.

        "We should probably do it at my house, I've got the book over there, so we can pick a scene easier." Mary suggested. it was no surprize to anybody that she not only owned the play, but had read it about a million times. It didn't just stop at Romeo and Juliet, though. She had all of Shakespeare's plays, and it was pretty obvious that he was her favorite playwrite. He was the greatest in the world so far, and having starred in more than a handful of his works, Mary felt obligated to actually read the books and recognize their poetry and whatnot. Oh goodness, she was turning into Miss Bloom.


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Post: 36618097_8 created on Thu Jan 17, 2008 11:27 amPosted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 11:27 am
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anabelle simone

Red carpet, flash photography, and all the obsessive fans a celebrity could ask for. That's what Anabelle Simone should have been looking at right then. She should have been one of the sparkling celebrities walking down the crimson carpet into this party. If only she hadn't gotten drunk and stolen that car a few months ago. Not only was it the most humiliating event of her life, but she was still paying for it. If she had just attended that audition, Belle's name would be on the guest list and on her adoring fans lips. In stead, she was known to the world as 'that one girl in the hip-hop videos', now annoyingly being followed by 'who stole a Mercedes when she got drunk'. Nobody wanted to hire her, they were too afraid of her being an embarrassment. But Belle knew that she'd never do it again, that was enough for her to keep getting up in the mornings.

While all the glitz and glamor was happening at the front of the building, Belle was behind it, pacing in a dank alleyway as she awaited the back bouncer to arrive. The heels of the pastel pink, Prada shoes she had borrowed from one of her friends were clapping on the damp tar. She was just about to leave and forget about the whole thing when a blonde, burly man dressed in all black and decorated with pitch dark sunglasses and an earphone appeared outside of the back door to the club. Grudgingly, Belle had arranged a date with him a few nights ago. Nothing vulgar afterwards, Belle wasn't that desperate to get in. But she had learned he had a crush on her and it was all that she could think of to get inside. All of the other girls had their ways, Belle's was less planned though, it was more luck and chance than actual strategy. She smiled to the bouncer, trying to cover up the guilt in her eyes as she had used th eman and had no intention of calling him again after this. But Belle would need to suck it up, because for the next however many weeks of her life, manipulation would play a big part.

"This way, sweetheart." The large man said, his voice was actually bright and happy, a large contrast to what she had heard of him on the job. As he lead her through to the main area of the building, he started to throw date ideas her way, and Belle's heart sunk for him. Poor man.. When they arrived at the party room, Belle's mind shot up in nostalgia at the sight of the dance floor. All of the memories of her demise were flooding back and she sighed unhappily. She hated that she needed to sneak in, and put somebody's feelings at risk. But it needed to be done if she wanted to never have to do it again. Belle gave a wave to the bouncer who was surely about to guard the exit he had just let her through. "I'll call you." Belle lied, trying to hide the slight frown she acquired from it before beginning a search for the girls. She walked around the room for five minutes, cautiously avoiding Owen Parker, the dark haired spawn of the devil. He had created the list, and since the man was all knowing, he'd throw her out if he caught sight of her. Agents with their damn photographic memories.

Not long after that, Belle was able to spot one of her companions, Blair Rowe. She was both happy and relieved that she wouldn't need to be by herself. And with another person, they could already start to scheme. The only plan they had was to charm their celebrity targets, they hadn't planned which one was for who, it was first come first serve, really. Personally, Belle was trying to nab that gorgeous, young model Nate Chapman; half the reason that this party was happening. She couldn't help it, she'd seen him in his underwear. But it didn't mean that the other guys weren't worth chasing down. Quickly, Belle strutted through the room, her pink dress flowing violently as she avoided Owen's gaze and eventually made it to Blair. "Hey Blair, how are you? You know when the others are coming?" Belle said through mild gasps for air. She may have been fit enough to dance, but Belle had never been much of a runner.

While she awaited Belle's response, she lead the girl towards the bar, where she had a better view of a certain male model. It really was one of those visually-based, school girl kind of crushes. Belle thought that Nate was worthy of being a God, like most of the sixteen year old girls standing outside, plotting to get in and meet him. She wasn't decided, though, as the other guys were also quite attractive, and Belle was willing to take what she could get, no squabbles needed. She couldn't imagine what she'd say if it was Nate. Probably some unintelligent mumbles following a long line of childish giggles. Oh yes, she was a fan of his Calvin Klein work. The bartender came along eventually, and Belle only ordered a water, for now. It wasn't long before she might even order a sugary drink. God forbid.

dance, dance

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Post: 36618097_9 created on Sat Jan 19, 2008 2:23 amPosted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 2:23 am
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R0SALiE ABiGALE SWAN

D0N'T CALL ME BABii

        As a sleek, black town car pulled into one of the Augustus Boarding School parking spaces, the glossy, back door opened to reveal a petite, brunette speaking on a thin, white cell phone. "Now, don't you let that Augustus scum spoil you, honey." A low voice said from the speaker. "Of course not, dad, I'll make them wish they never burnt down Octavian." Rosalie Swan told her father, rolling her eyes. She jumped out of the vehicle and onto the dark tar of the parking lot while her driver ran around the back to retrieve her bags. Rosa closed the door, still speaking to her parents. "No, mum, I don't think that the Augustus students are going to sabotage their own school. I'd say I'm pretty safe on that front." She told her worrying mother. Both of her parents were against Augustus, like most of the Octavian crowd. They were so severe about it they were going to ship Rosa off to some Germany school, but she was able to convince them otherwise. Rosa wasn't going to give up all of her sporting titles just because of some Augustus jerks. "No drinking, I promise." Rosa lied, smiling at the full bottle of vodka that was packed away in her suitcase. "That's all we ask, we love you, sweetheart." Her mother said to her. "I'll call you later, after dinner. Love you." She told her before clickingshut her flip phone and slipping it into her metallic, Versace handbag. She walked over to the driver and handed him a few bills while giving him a wink. "Keep the change." She said and grabbed the handle of her suitcase, walking away as the young man gaped at her.

        No one would have been able to guess that somebody dressed in such girly clad was the captain of nearly all of the girl's sports teams at Octavian. Rosa was slender, soft and dainty. Something you'd expect to blow away in the gentlest of breezes. But on the court, or in the field, she was an animal. Competitiveness beat down all other personality points when she was in the zone. It was hard to believe that somebody so delicate could knock you off your feet, and Rosa was going to use this as an advantage. Her key to surviving this place. Rosa slipped her thick, Chanel sunglasses onto the top of her head to examine the dorm building properly. It was scary how alike Octavian and Augustus were. The building looked like an exact double of her previous dorm. Except, that was an all girls building, and she was told that this one would be co-ed. Not bad, not bad at all. Rosa wheeled her suitcase up the concrete stairs and entered the brick building swiftly. When she was inside, she breathed in the cool air that the air conditioner was churning out and grabbed a folded piece of paper out from her hand bag. It was a letter she had been sent during the Summer. It told her what dorm number she was and where to find it, along with a rather large map of the school. Which Rosa would open up when she located her dorm room. She dug inside the bag for a little, silver key with the number '302' on it. Rosa smiled at some Octavian girls that had arrived before her and were lounging in the main room, but she had no time to talk as she wanted to lose the heavy suitcase, and immediately began climbing the stairs.

        Rosa was sure there was probably an elevator somewhere, but really, she couldn't resist a chance at incidental, athletic activity. Could she? It took a lot of flights of stairs to finally make it to room 302, and Rosa was panting lightly when she reached the door, her suitcase mangled from the trip. Rosa slipped the shiny key into the lock and turned left. For a new-looking lock, her door was quite old, polished, of course, but still old. The hand was bronze in color and cold to touch, but she twisted it successfully and fell right into her new room. It wasn't cold, like she thought it would be. Rosa had learned from experience that new dorm rooms were often chilly and boring. But this one felt warm, and welcoming. The walls were wooden, and a single strip of fire brick colored wallpaper stretched all around the room. Two beds. One to the very left, and one to the very right. They were both completely bare, which made Rosa conclude that her wonderful, new Augustus roomie hadn't arrived yet. Rosa smiled. It meant she got to pick which bed she preferred. It was only fair, since she arrived first. Rosa chose the right one, it was closer to the window, and the door. For easy access and escape in case of emergency (like being attacked by some Augustus girl, perhaps).

        Rosa pushed the single suitcase over to the bed she had chosen as hers. It was only her traveling suitcase, seeing as she had came all the way from Florida. Rosa loved road trips, so she made a deal with her parents; she'd take a plane to the Cali border, but she was allowed to take a hired driver from there. Not exactly what she wanted when she requested that she drive, but it was better than nothing. Supposedly, her parents would be sending her belongings with couriers. Rosa wasn't too worried, though, she had plenty of clothes for the time being, and everything she needed. Rosa sat down onto the plain, white bed. She had nothing to do, except make it and wait around for either her friends or new roommate. She decided that she'd set up her part of the room, so her room,ate wouldn't be able to claim it off her, but thought that she'd let her friends know she was there, first. Rosa whipped out her cell and began a text to all of her Octavian friends.

        hey guyz
        anybody here but me?
        room 302 if you want to stop by and give me some company
        love, Rosa


        Rosa sent the message before opening up her black, leather suitcase. It was quite large, but it wasn't holding just clothes. It also harbored some posters, small belongings, and bed sheets, which Rosa immediately began to lace her section of the room with
 
     
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Post: 36618097_10 created on Sat Jan 26, 2008 8:28 pmPosted: Sat Jan 26, 2008 8:28 pm
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( evie )

Evie Blanc ran around the living room that she shared with her twin sister, frantically picking up things that were laying about the house. So far she had collected a metallic, peach clutch purse; her silver, flip cell phone; a thick set of keys; a tiny, periwinkle blue compact mirror; and a full, cigarette box. She smiled, to anybody that didn't know her ways, it just looked like a regular pack of cancer sticks. But to Evie, her sister and their clients, it was a box full of her newest creation. Evie disguised all of her inhalant inventions in cigarette casings, so her buyers could smoke the illegal drugs without anybody becoming too suspicious. She dropped all of her possessions into the clutch while making her way to the large window that took up the whole east wall of the living room. Evie stared down at the roaring, city street below, noticing that her limo was nowhere to be seen. Oh crap. Where was her ride? Where was Kevin? Evie scratched through her bag and pinched at her phone, immediately opening it up and pressing in the number of the limo. Evie felt relief wash over her when she heard the voice of her driver. "Hello?" He asked, commencing the silence that barely lasted a second before Evie spoke to him. "Kevin! It's Evie, where are you? Can you come pick me up, I'm at the house." Her sentence took only a couple of sentences to speak. "Yes, Miss Giovanni, I just dropped your sister off. I'm on my way."

Evie spoke a quick 'thanks' to Kevin before shutting her phone and putting back into her purse. It was a rare night that she was actually dressed up for a party. Usually she just went in jeans and a tank top, but tonight, she was all dolled up in a rather short, pastel pink, Chanel number. It clung to her torso before spanning out slightly at her hips, and had a single, halter strap. Her make-up wasn't exactly as glamorous, though, just simple foundation, blush and mascara. Nothing too flashy, as she wasn't too good at applying the stuff anyway. She wore a pair of pink, pointed high heels that both squeezed her toes into each other uncomfortably and made her groan in pain every few seconds from walking. As Evie left the apartment, she switched off all of the lights and clicked the look in the door knob down, locking the front door. Evie ran with her best efforts, which was really just a brisk walk, towards the elevator. Luck must have been on her side, because when she pressed the down button, the reflecting doors opened up instantly, revealing a tiny area with a single mirror on the farthest wall, like most elevators. Evie took a step inside, waiting as the doors shut slowly and tapping her foot impatiently as she was joined by a man from the fifth floor. He looked to be in his late twenties and eyed Evie in interest, smiling at her as if they knew each other. Evie looked at him confused, oh no, he wasn't another one of her sister's affairs. Their looks usually got Evie into numerous, awkward situations. All because Vonnie couldn't keep her clothes on.

The elevators descent took five minutes, though Evie felt it stretch into what seemed like hundreds as the man stared at her, repeatedly attempting to touch her. When the doors finally opened she burst through them, or in Evie's case, power-walked through. She bid a curt farewell to the doorman and exited the building, where her sleek, ebony limo was already waiting for her. Evie entered the shotgun seat, as it was the closest and would take less time. She smiled to Kevin happily and buckled her seatbelt. "You know that I'm the one driving you all to the party?" Evie looked at him, feeling like an idiot, Kevin must have noticed why she hopped in the front. "I do now." She said plainly as the car began to move towards the home of the Gallagher siblings. It took about twenty minutes, with all of the traffic, and the hard turns with such a long vehicle, but they made it. Kevin departed the limo momentarily as he knocked on the door, no doubt letting everybody know that their ride's here. Evie just stayed put, everyone would be in the limo soon, and she didn't exactly want to be crushed in the back with a bunch of relative strangers.

When Kevin returned, it was just a matter of minutes before the back door clicked open, and two familiar bodies climbed onto the seats. Evie looked at the familiar faces of Casey Baker, one of her number one customers, and his girlfriend, Domino Gallagher. "Hi." Evie said simply, turning her head to face them, only a slight smile on her face. Evie turned back, looking out the tinted window as she waited for the others to emerge from the large house, specifically her sister. If anybody wanted drugs, they'd ask her. Evie turned her head to the back seat, yet again, when her twin entered, smiling towards her with bared teeth. She had barely seen her all day, and frankly, the apartment felt empty whenever her exuberant double was marching around and bothering her.

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Unlike most of her peers all around her, all hanging out in the game room, Joss was sitting in one of the arm chairs, immersed in one of her mother's countless fashion design books. Joss had been playing air hockey with Evie, but had been beaten three times within the first ten minutes of play. Needless to say, she was eager to get away from that damn table, and she honestly hadn't believed that Evie was too upset over it; the girl had a long line of competitors just waiting for Joss to get a move on. She had already brought the book, sure that she'd end up bored at some point. The arcade games were getting boring, and by that, I mean that Joss was no good at any of them. She only visited the game hall to be in the presence of friends, and if anybody wanted a game, Joss was never reluctant to offer. Despite the obvious boredom that they'd gain from playing her about a million times. Joss never lifted her head for a second, she wanted to soak in as much as the book as possible. After all, her dream occupation lay in it's pages. The only thing that made her head rise was the unmistakable silence that flooded the game room.

There was no chattering, no annoying 'clink' sound of plastic hockey pucks and cue balls, actually, somebody had even stopped the playing of the pop music that had been thrown on when they all entered. Joss' head rose slowly, before her eyes met the face of Lena Romano aka the Wicked Witch of Everwood. Well, at least she was, before she left, disappeared off the face of the planet as far as anybody else was concerned. Joss had tried to reach her a few times afterward. Nothing. Though, that wasn't much to go on, Lena was cold, she had probably just ignored Joss with ease. Joss stood, approaching her like most of the more popular crowd in the games hall. Her friends, that is. She stood with them, smiling as brightly as possible toward Lena, but still trying to think of something to say. What was she supposed to say? Joss had hardly been disappointed when Lena left, it wasn't too upsetting. Most of the girls were actually relieved. And the boys, well, they had lost a large piece of eye candy that day. Eventually Joss decided against saying anything, in case she was to blurt out something cruel.
 
     
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beauty + brains + high status = triple threat
who needs brawn?

•••• xxxxxx pamelajanejacobs


    Pamela Jacobs sat on the veranda of her large, Portlocke home. Her feet were resting on the wooden rail around it and her mind was sunk into a thick novel. Pam's brow was furrowed in concentration and her mouth was agape. It was a great book, really, but she was just pages away from finishing, and she knew - even if she was totally immersed in it's story - that she would eventually need to come up with something else to do. Just for the moment, though, Pam soaked up the words and enjoyed every second. This was how she spent most of her free Saturdays, lounging around in the warmth and surrounding herself with great literature. Today was different though, she was reading to fill in time. Pam was eager to watch the highly anticipated arrivals today. Their parents were famous, after all, not that Pam got gave a rat's a**, she didn't plan on losing her new status as an 'IT' girl any time soon. It was only minutes before Pam had totally finished of her book, and she sighed at the obvious boredom that was to come. She'd seen few cars passing, but the odds of the inhabitants doing anything but unpacking were slim; not a lot of chance for meeting and greeting at the moment.

    Despite possibly spending the remainder of the afternoon alone, Pam wasn't going to condemn herself to staying inside, she'd been doing that all day. She stood up, brushing her clothes to straighten them out and simply leaving her book on the patio table. Pam stretched, stifling a small yawn; she'd read that novel in one sitting, and had been sitting for quite some time, not even needing a toilet break. Pam leaned over the railing of the veranda, out at the suburban houses in her street. Not exactly riddled with excitement. She knew that she had a few neighbors arriving, but none of them had, yet. Well, neighbors or not, Pam stuck her head into the front door of her house. "Mum, Dad, I'm just going to go for a walk!" Pam called out before descending the porch stairs and walking out of her yard. Straight onto the road. She wasn't too concerned with cars; the community's speed limit was about ten miles per hour, and even then barely any cars passed on a regular basis. She walked slowly, smack dab in the center of the road. Pam was dressed in a pale pink tank, blue skinny jeans and some thongs. She was sure that they each had some expensive name on them, but she owned so many designer clothes she stopped checking the labels a long time ago.

    It took quite a while for Pam to get even remotely close to the Lake at such a slow pace, not that she cared that much, she wasn't after any destinations at the moment. It was another five before she could clearly see the lake gates, and then some. There were two unfamiliar girls lingering right inside the gates and talking animatedly to each other. They looked about her age, and up close she instantly recognized them. Though, not completely, but she was sure they'd been in a few of the tabloids and magazines that she bought regularly. Pam felt like walking straight past them, it just wasn't in her nature to go up to a complete stranger; other people always introduced her. But, she couldn't just walk past, or they'd catch on to her snobby attitude all too quickly. Pam entered the gates with a welcome smile, or, her best shot at one. "Hey girls." She said, her tone was cheery and bright. "Dare I guess that you're some of the Spring breakers?" Pam asked, knowing the answer before even uttering the question. Her voice was subtly indicating how big she was around here, and her stance only emphasized it.

    While she awaited either of them to respond, Pam examined the lake. She hadn't been there for about a week, at the last mini-party the neighborhood teens threw. Sure, there had been alcohol, loud music, idiots getting thrown into the water against their own will; kind of just a regular party. But even though it hadn't been spoken, Pam knew that there was going to be a huge bash that night, Spring break and all. Not to mention the new-comers that were sure to cause some fuss. Pam sighed in comfort, noticing a friend of hers jogging around the lake. None other than Portlocke's resident King, Andrew Hunter. "Hey Drew!" Pam called out to him and waved slightly. Seeing as they were pretty much on the same level of the social ladder, Pam found herself being able to talk to him on an average basis. Though, they weren't really the closest of friends, they could communicate without too much of a snobby conversation.


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“Wealth is not what we have, but what we are.”



angelina charmen rossi

As soon as First Daughter Angelina Rossi stepped foot on that plane she knew she wanted to get straight back off. But she couldn't, she had boarded it late, and took off in a matter of seconds after her arrival. Angelina had hopped on it hours ago to come face to face with the man that was, more or less, her rival. That was when she knew she'd gotten on the wrong flight, and in stead of going to either her homeland, or the safe haven her parents had picked for her, Angelina was now traveling to wherever the hell it was Matthew was headed. Naturally, she had sat beside him. The only person she knew on the whole plane (other than his secret service, of course). When she had placed herself in her seat, she had expected Matthew to rat her out to his bodyguards and have her sent straight back to her safety zone. But, surprisingly, he had concealed her whenever they checked on him, and took her constant bickering with even more annoying chatter. Verbally, the two could have passed for a middle-aged, married couple, had anyone been listening to them long enough to care. The fighting never faltered when the plane landed, even as Angelina and Matthew ran from his secret service through the terminal.

Angelina had her luggage, which was a large, leather pull-along suitcase. Thankfully, she had chosen to pack lightly, obviously sure that she'd be able to manipulate someone into sending her back home in a matter of weeks. She wanted to return to her own country, and at least try to help. There was so many words that the First Daughter wanted to speak, things nobody, not even her parents, would expect to emerge from such a stereotyped cover. But, no. She just had to be sent off as if she didn't matter to her country. But, the more she thought of it, the more she realized she didn't really affect many others' lives. At least, not yet anyway. As Angelina and Matthew ran through the airport, their bags with them, she needed to resist from turning around and heading back to the gates. Angelina desperately wanted a one-way ticket to Diverso, but their secret service were no doubt looking out for them, not to mention following their every move. It'd be a suicide to turn back now. Eventually, the lack of oxygen in her lungs, and the sharp sting in her throat were being soothed by the fresh air as they exited the airport.

Angelina breathed a little slower as the sun appeared, and the cold air felt like it was slicing the inside of her throat. No, Angelina wasn't too fit at all, yet she still ran, as far as possible to the nearest taxi cab. When she spied a free one, Angelina grabbed hold of Matthew's wrist and pulled him along to it. Naturally, she hopped in first, and scooted over to the very right window. Next came Matthew, and he shut the door quickly. The cab driver asked where they were headed, and it took Angelina a minute to figure out that she had no idea, nor did she even know exactly where they were. Thankfully, Matthew had some clue, and in no time the taxi driver was steering them to 'the docks'. Docks as in what? Boats? They were going on a boat? Somehow, Angelina really didn't think to ask him about it while they were flying, a large and idiotic mistake. The drive took a while, and Angelina watched the outside of her window the whole time. Shops, people, signs, cars; they all passed by without so much of a blink from Angelina. She was just wondering how she was going to make a run for it and return to Diverso. But, before she could come up with anything, the cab came to a halt, and Angeline turned her head to look out the left window, immediately laying eyes on the docks.

True enough, there was a long, wooden boardwalk, stretching for about a hundred meters long and ending, abruptly where a particularly large yacht floated serenely on the cerulean blue ocean. It was truly magnificent, compared to all the other's that weren't only smaller, but a lot less proud, too. As if they knew the yacht had outshone them. The boat sparked a memory in Angelina's mind, and she instantly recognized it. The name 'Di Bella' was all that ran through her mind as she walked side-by-side with Matthew, her luggage rolling behind her. She didn't need to ask to know that the yacht was their destination, but for what reason? It was completely random at the moment, considering Angelina hadn't seen the news in over two days, she had no reason to believe that anyone other than her had been banished from their previous lives. But when she reached the great boat, and walked up the ramp with her suitcase. The first thing she saw was the body standing on deck, and knew it instantly. "Max..." Was all she said, still confused as to why she was even there. Oh well, at least she'd have somebody else as company, other than the ever annoying Matthew.

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'τhε uητяusτiηg booκwoяm'
[Peyton Noelle Wolfe]


                    ●●●___jusτ τhε bαsics
                    ----------x_____People really just call me Peyton. Or bookworm.
                    ----------x_____Seventeen
                    ----------x_____Female
                    ----------x_____May Sixth
                    ----------x_____I don't have any, but my relationship with τhε αcτiηg ρяimα doηηα is slowly growing.
                    ----------x_____Even if I did have one, why would I tell?
                    ----------x_____I usually hate having my picture taken.

                    ●●●___ηow τακε α cłosεя łooκ
                    ----------x_____Five feet, four inches
                    ----------x_____One hundred and ten pounds
                    ----------x_____Blonde
                    ----------x_____Dark Brown
                    ----------x_____My ears are pierced, but I've got nothing else.

                    ●●●___hεяε's τhε sτoяγ bεhιηd iτ αłł
                    ----------x_____Well, I guess my life has never been overly-dramatic or out of the ordinary. I've went to public schools, moved around a little bit. Nothing that was too big a deal, well, almost. But, we'll get to that later, for now I'll just explain to you how it all started. I was born. Shocker, right? I was just a golden bundle of joy for my parents, I guess. I was the one and only kiddie to pop out as a result of such a match. They weren't married, though. They never got married, actually. My mother kept saying she wasn't ready, weird, considering she had already started a family, but dad never questioned it. He was jsut happy to have the family aspect. It was like they were already married anyway. You know, the regular. They did their mushy stuff, talked about having more little gifts from God, and, of course, fought their fair share of fights. Though, it was never enough to make me wonder if they'd ever split up.

                    I guess I probably should have, because that's exactly what ended up happening. It wasn't flocked with drama or anything, actually, it was completely unexpected on my part. My mom got into a fight while I was sleeping, and she packed up and left. No goodbyes, no nothing. Of course, my softie dad didn't want to wake me until morning, and even then I needed to ask him about a million times where mom was. He told me, but I remember I didn't cry over it. Not immediately at least. I was kind of like a time bomb I guess, quite strange seeing as I was only seven. Aren't little kids always crying? Apparently I wasn't. I just stared into my breakfast, watching the lucky charms drown in their milk while I porcessed the information.

                    After that, I don't think I ever spoke to mum again. No birthday calls, or any cards for that matter. I wasn't even connected to that part of the family anymore, it was just me and dad pretty much. Of course, we moved around, instantly after the blow. We had been living in Washington, first, and moved around there for quite some time before we eventually made it out of the state and into Winchester Bay. At first, it was kind of dull, but that was just the fifteen year old me. The seventeen year old finds it, well, a little better. That's sort of how I got into the 'bookworm' thing. I got very bored in Winchester Bay, and there's only so much television a girl can watch before she snaps. So I searched for a different hobbie, and found it in reading. Weirdly nerdy, I know, but it's actually pretty entertaining.

                    Soon, I was kind of improving on my originally mediocre schoolwork. Of course, English was my best class, because I was able to recognize pretty much everything. Not long after that, I was branded the bookworm, the nerd girl, or any other supposedly hurtful name my class 'mates' could throw at me. I had barely any friends, though it was more my own choice than anything else. I guess it was kind of like a scar, you know, from my mum leaving me. My dad was, and still is the only person that I trust. I just wasn't willing to open up to anybody else, not if they were going to leave.

                    So, there I was, sitting in English class and ignoring those three new kids, the models. I just believed the rumors blindly, I mean, what else did I have to go on? Other than their snobby little personalities that often showed whilst they walked around the place. I wasn't all too thrilled when my English teacher announced a partners assignment, and even more upset when I was joined with miss Prima Donna. At first it was exactly how I expected, we just worked, not speaking about anything other than the project at hand. But then, she actually invited me over to eat lunch with her. The first few times I refused, but she kept asking. Eventually I decided that it would have been pretty rude to refuse her without even knowing what it was like. Those models, they're actually not that bad. Maybe a little whiny sometimes, but, really not too different to any one else around here. To think I judged them so harshly...

                    ●●●___so i mαy bε α biτ...
                    ----------x_____There was a time when I was bubbly and sweet and shining. But, that was when I was a little girl, before mom left. Since then, I've been bitter and sarcastic. I find my own sick joy in taunting the snobby braindead girls at my school. I'm reserved, and I don't really like meeting new people. When it comes to boys, I'm not invincible. I can resist them (though that's usually because they never approach me), but it's not my fault if I can't keep myself from checking them out just a little bit. I'm only human. Shockingly, I'm not very trusting. To the point that I have no real friends. I enjoy my own company, though, and I'm often seen as the weird, silent girl that sits at the back of class and has her nose constantly stuck in a book.

                    ●●●___gιmmε τhατ αηd τhяow τhατ αwαy
                    ----------x_____Well, first on the list is books, obviously. They're kind of the reason I live, well, that and you know, life. For some reason I enjoy watching foreign television, the kind without subtitles. I don't know, I just find it kind of funny. I like to shop, I'm actually kind of a compulsive shopper when I can afford it. I like guys, of course, and I'm a sucker for the tall dark and handsome ones. Cliche, I know, but it's true. Music is my second love, and I could never live without it. I can't play any instruments, though, I just listen.
                    ----------x_____I hate blindingly sunny days when the heat just won't lay off. But, all the same I hate it when it rains, getting wet is not my image of a great day. Watching my father mope around after something reminds him of mum is quite depressing. Whenever I finish a book and I realise that I need to drive all the way to the Barnes and Noble if I want to read another one. Science. My absolute worst subject. I don't like being with crowds of people, and especially hate it when I'm the center of attention. Since birthdays are the only time that happens, I"m not too fond of them either.
                    ----------x_____I'm scared of my mom returning home. Because I know she'll just rip our already shaky family to threads. I hate the ocean because I'm scared of what could be crawling, or swimming around in there, sharks and all. I'm scared of all horror movies, and not the good kind, the kind where I can't even stand to watch them.


    fallenP0TAT0E__xx
     
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