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x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x⊱But the tears keep on running. . .

x x x x x x x x xDOWN HER TEAR-STRICKEN FACE
x x x x x x x x x x x⊱Until she falls down and opens her mouth to say. . .




                                              Alyssa or Lyss as she was called by her friends was woken up by the sound of her phone vibrating. It was only 11:00 AM in the morning and she had not yet recovered from that huge end-of-the-school year party. Her head hurt immensely, not because she had drunk too much but because she banged her head on her bed post before blacking out and falling asleep. So now, there she was, half of her body covered by her duvet and the other half hanging from the side of the bed. She was wearing her favorite blue and black polka-dotted tank with her Victoria Secret boy shorts. No one knew that she had a fetish for these pink and white shorts and she intended to keep it that way. After all, everyone thought she was a scene and wore only black--even her pajamas.

                                              Groaning groggily, she managed to grab the silverly metal frame of her phone before it fell off the table and onto the floor. Adjusting her eyes to the rather bright light, she read through Julliard's message. What? How did he get hospitalized? Her head still hurt immensely and she didn't quite know what to do about it. Suddenly, looking up at the date, it dawned to her that today was the day that they--meaning all her friends--were going to the Beach House! She would get to see Aidan there; that alone made her motivated enough to jump out of bed and into her bathroom. Texting Julliard back quickly, she tucked away her phone safely away from the shower before turning the knob to the hottest and surrendering to its warmth.

                                              To: Julliard
                                              From: Alyssa
                                              I would, but I'm still getting ready. Why don't you ask your gf?


                                              She realized that the text was rather rude and hurried, but she shrugged it off. It wasn't like she liked him or anything. Getting out of the steaming bathroom with only a pink town wrapped around her, she was surprised when she saw her annoying thirteen year old brother going through her underwear and bras! "Dylan! What the hell are you doing?" she exclaimed, taking him by the arm and nearly throwing him out the door. Shutting it, she leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths. She could hear his muffled voice saying something about taking one of her thongs. Sighing, she sat back on her bed wondering what she should wear for the occasion.


                                              ❝ TAKE ME AWAY FROM THIS HORRIBLE PLACE!! ❞



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                                Angelica woke up from her sleep with a start. She groaned and pulled herself up, feeling all stiff and sore all over. Her arms were covered in the now dry and flaky paint and her hair was ruffled and frizzy. Realizing that she had fallen asleep on the desk while doing the finishing touches to a painting, she carefully admired her work before she put it on the wind sill to dry. Stretching, she stifled a yawn. What time is it? she wondered, glancing at her glass clock, something she had decorated and cut herself. Only six in the morning, she dropped down on her bed and before long fell asleep again, muttering something about being more comfortable.

                                BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Angelica woke up with a start, even bumping her head against her bedpost. Wh-what is that noise? she thought groggily, pulling herself up and glancing at her side table. It definitely wasn't her clock; she had set the alarm to some kind of soft relaxing music. Then...what was it? Realizing that her phone was on the ground and flashing, she stretched and picked it up, reading her new text message. It was then that it dawned to her that today was the day that they were going to meet up at the summer house! Throwing her covers off, she hurried to her gigantic walk-in closet, putting on some of her normal paint-splattered clothes and ran to her kitchen to grab at least a bagel to eat. Thankfully, she had packed the night before. Taking out her phone again, she began to text Esmy, her best friend.

                                To: Esmy <33
                                From: Angie
                                Hey! I'll be coming asap. I fell asleep while working on a painting again last night.
                                Can't wait to see everyone!


                                Tucking her phone away in her bag, she realized that she indeed had paint all over her; some in even her hair! Groaning, she ran hurriedly back up the stairs to take a quick shower. Quickly rubbing some coconut-smelling shampoo and conditioner, she got out and quickly dressed again, while toasting her bagel. What a hectic morning.

                                Taking the last bite of her meager breakfast, she hurried out of her apartment, suitcase(s) in hand, and to her car. It was a brand new gift from her parents with a quick note saying how sorry they were for not being to attend her high school graduation. It didn't really matter to her though, she was actually used to them not being there. Clicking the unlock button, she jumped into her Lexus and started for the house.

                                Thankfully there wasn't a lot of traffic. Angie raced across the highway, careful not to be caught or else she would be even later than she already was! Arriving there quite a while later, Angelica could already see Anissa was there. There were two other cars parked in the driveway and along the street, so...she could make a pretty good guess that some of the others were already there. Walking out with her coach bag in hand, she quietly knocked on the door, trying to keep her excitement inside.

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                                              Jason shielded his eyes from the glaring sun as he tried to find his way to the hotel where he was supposed to meet some old friends. It was a typical, hot San Francisco day and the heat was relentless. Walking up and down streets didn't help that matter either. Finally, he reached his destination. There was a bright orange and yellow sign that greeted him with the words "Holiday Inn" on them. Stepping into the front lobby, he couldn't help but sigh with relief as the cool, air-conditioned air surrounded his body. Ahhh...that feels really nice, he thought as he checked into his friend's hotel room and waited for the elevator.

                                              Knocking quite loudly on the door, he tapped his foot lightly, barley able to keep his excitement in. After all, he was meeting his high school friend's after practically two years of separation. His old girlfriend was supposed to be there too. Finally, the door opened and Derek, his best friend, greeted him and slapped him on the back. Been a while hasn't it?" Jason asked, while taking his shoes off. Derek nodded and brought him into where everyone else was. He smiled and greeted everyone. This is going to be one crazy summer, he thought. Suddenly, he received a text from his girlfriend. Well, at least his best "girl" friend. There was really no love in between them but a friendship that would last forever. They were only a couple because of the pressure from their friends. Smiling slightly, he flipped open his new side-kick.

                                              To: Jason
                                              From: Kayla <33
                                              Hey! How's the renunion going so far? I'll be right there!

                                              Typing in his response on the silvery keys, he hit the send button before turning back to everyone else again. "Kayla says she'll be here soon," he told everyone, accepting a soda from one of his friends. It was going to be rather awkward because they were going to be separated into pairs and of course, girlfriend and boyfriend would sleep together right? That was the normal thing. Trying to find a way out of the dilemma, he suddenly heard some yelling and greetings. Looking at the door, he smiled and waved when he say Kayla's blond blob and blue eyes.

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Don't wait. The time will never be just right.


                              Marissa
                              Dean

                              Rivera


                              • eighteen
                              • rissa
                              • straight
                              • no one at the moment
                              • beast and mad hatter
                              • animal by Kesha
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                                      My mother had always told me that I was beautiful from when I was a mere infant all the way to my teenage years. She said I was a miracle child and constantly praised me as I grew older on my looks, my clothes, my everything. You see, my mom wasn't a typical mom. She bought me anything I wanted any time I wanted; all the clothes in the world, ipods, laptops; expensive things that normal teenagers didn't usually get. As I grew up, I began to think that beauty was the most important.

                                      Nevertheless, there was something always tugging at my heart. My mom never cared if my clothes were to revealing, if I got bad grades, if I hung out with the wrong people. She never scolded me when I got sent to the principal's office for detention or if I slept all the way to one o'clock in the afternoon. She was the mom that most teenagers would want to have. But no, that wasn't the way with me. Sure she bought me anything I wanted in the world, but she never cared about anything. She was never there when I needed her. She was never the mom that I could tell my secrets to, to hug, to lean on. And I wanted that.

                                      There was one thing that my mom wanted however. And that was me to become a world famous model one day. It was practically life perhaps. No, according to her, it was my life. Everything revolved around it; if I did well, then I could have whatever I wanted whenever. If I didn't. . . well, she wouldn't really care, but she would shoot me death glares all the time and that isn't the most comfortable thing. Besides that however, she didn't really care. She just simply didn't care.

                                      I turned eighteen a couple of months ago, and I told my mom to let me work at the new cafe in town as my birthday gift. It was kind of an awkward wish; most people would want a car or a small apartment for their eighteenth birthday. After all, it was a milestone in one's life. But I didn't want that. I just wanted to escape the confined walls of my house; to escape from my suffocating mother. Reluctantly, she agreed, but warned me not to be too preoccupied with it. Finally, I was able to make some of my own money and get some experience with the real world. Maybe I am still a bit too arrogant for my own good; but perhaps time will fix that.

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