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Post: 36618097_61 created on Thu Apr 10, 2008 8:15 amPosted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 8:15 am
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MARGARET iNDiA STRAUSS
AKA » HOODiNi

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                                xo MAGGiE EARNED HER NiCKNAME THROUGH HER CREEPY ABiLiTY TO PRACTiCALLY DiSAPPEAR OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH AFTER GOiNG ON A DATE WiTH SOMEONE. SHE ACTUALLY KiND OF LiKES THE NAME, BUT ALSO ACCEPTS MAGGiE (DUH) OR MAGZ. ACUTALLY, SHE'S PRETTY COOL WITH MOST REASONABLE NiCKNAMES, AS LONG AS NONE CALLS HER MARGARET.
                                xo UNLiKE MOST OF HER RiDiCULOUSLY LAViSH PEERS, MAGGiE REALLY DiDN'T WANT TO DRAW ATTENTiON TO HER PARTY. SHE'S JUST NOT LiKE THAT. ANYWAY, ON HER BiRTHDAY, DECEMBER 21ST, SHE CELEBRATED HER TWENTY-SECOND iN THE PRESENCE OF HER FAMiLY AND A FEW FRiENDS. REALLY, EVEN iF SHE HAD HAD A LARGE PARTY, THE ROYALS WERE SURE TO PUT iT DOWN, ANYWAY.
                                xo MAGGiE iS KNOWN (MORE OR LESS) AROUND ROYAL SUMMiT AS THE GiRL THAT WON'T DATE A SiNGLE GUY TWiCE. WHiLE SHE DOES SLEEP AROUND QUiTE A BiT, iT'S NOT SO EXTREME AS TO CALL HER A SLUT, AFTER ALL, THAT'S LAUREN'S JOB, RiGHT? MAGGiE WOULD RATHER REFER TO HERSELF AS A PLAYERETTE, iT'S MORE DiGNiFiED AND A LOT COOLER. HER MAiN PROBLEM iS THAT SHE CAN'T REALLY FiND SOMEONE SHE CAN TOLERATE ENOUGH TO BEGiN A REAL RELATIONSHiP. YEAH, SHE'S QUiTE BiTTER, AND PRETTY MUCH JUST ANNOYED AT EVERYONE ALL THE TiME. WiTH SUCH AN ATTiTUDE, iT'S PRETTY SCARY TO WONDER WHAT SHE'S LiKE ON A BAD DAY.
                                xo MAGGiE SO FAR HASN'T BEEN ABLE TO LAND A DATE WiTH ONE OF THE BABES, PROBABLY BECAUSE THOSE BOYS ARE ALWAYS BEiNG KEPT BUSY BY THE ROYALS. ANYWAY, SHE PLANS ON ASKiNG ONE OF THEM OUT, HOPEFULLY ONE WiTH ENOUGH BRAiNS TO CARRY AN iNTELLECTUAL CONVERSATiON. BUT EVEN iF SHE DOESN'T GET AROUND TO iT, SHE'S STiLL GOiNG TO TAKE HER CHANCES AND GETTiNG TO KNOW THEM, AT LEAST.
                                xo NO ONE THAT COULD EVEN MAKE iT TO ROYAL SUMMiT WOULD BE ANY LESS THAN LOADED. SO, NATURALLY, MAGGiE'S 'RENTS ARE NO POORER THAN ANY OF THE ROYAL'S. HER DADDY iS A PROPERTY DEVELOPER, THAT iS, HE BUYS CRUMBY OLD HOUSES AND BUiLDiNGS, PAYS PEOPLE TO FIX THEM UP, AND THEN SELLS THEM FOR A FORTUNE A PiECE. HER MOM iS HiS SECRETARY, BUT SHE'S TRYING HARD TO DEVELOP HER OWN BUSiNESS. TOO BAD THE POOR, CLUELESS WOMAN DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT KiND OF BUSiNESS SHE WANTS TO OPEN.
                                xo ALONG WiTH BEiNG CRANKY, iRRiTABLE AND BiTTER, MAGGiE iS ALSO PRETTY SARCASTiC, AND SUPER CYNiCAL. SHE DOESN'T REALLY TRUST ANY OF THE ROYALS. BUT, AT LEAST SHE HAS A FEW GOOD POiNTS. FOR ONE THiNG, SHE'S A GREAT CONVERSATiONALiST, AND DEFiNiTELY NOT PHONEY. NOT TO MENTiON HER CONSiDERATiON WHEN iT COMES TO FRiENDS.
                                xo MAGGiE HAS A GOOD HEAD ON HER SHOULDERS. SHE ENJOYS READiNG AND PHOTOGRAPHY AND iS PLANNiNG ON LEAViNG ROYAL SUMMiT TO GO TO UNiVERSiTY AND STUDY SOMETHiNG, ANYTHiNG. ONLY PROBLEM iS THAT SHE'S TOO SCARED TO TRY, SHE'S NEVER LiVED ON HER OWN BEFORE, AND WiTHOUT THE LUXURiES OF HER OWN MAiD AND COOK, SHE'S GOT ViRTUALLY NO CLUE HOW TO SURViVE iN THE REAL WORLD.
  
     
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Post: 36618097_62 created on Thu Apr 10, 2008 8:24 amPosted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 8:24 am
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KRiSTiN ALiCE JACKSON
SEVENTEEN. Senior
WiLLiAM, but I'm happily using TREVER
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Post: 36618097_63 created on Thu Apr 10, 2008 10:09 pmPosted: Thu Apr 10, 2008 10:09 pm
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KRiSTiN ALiCE JACKSON-----------------------------------

THE GiRL iN YOUR MAN'S PANTS----------------------------------------




                                    Kristin Alice Jackson stood in front of a wide, bathroom mirror, touching up her hair and make up and whatnot. The room was located inside her best friend, Nick's beach house and she'd managed to snag it about a half an hour earlier thanks to her early arrival. Kris always came to Nick's parties early, to help him with the setting up. Don't be fooled though, her help really only extends to 'supervising' the other people that did all the hard work and bossing them around. Kris enjoyed it, being in command, probably because she was after any sense of power she could get since her title as cheerleading captain was wrongfully stolen from her, and then again her chance at being just that little higher on the social ladder was taken when she wasn't made at least co-captain. Oh well, Kris could accept that for now, while she got back at Aubrey with Trever. And, anyway, she was still one of the super hot cheerleaders, right? Who needed to be captain when all the girls wore the tiny skirts?

                                    Eventually, Kris deemed her current appearance acceptable and readied herself to leave the bathroom. She was only wearing a string bikini and a pair of short swimming shorts, since it was a warm night, but her mother had made her take at least a knitted jacket just in case it got cold. Kris had flung it around her arms and just carried it around with her, partly grateful for it since her phone and a little extra cash was buried in one of the pockets. Kris took one last glance at herself in the mirror and turned out the bathroom, door, laying eyes on huge crowd of people that were waiting to use the toilet "Oops, sorry!" Kris said sincerely, she hated holding people up when it came to nature's call, because the feeling of having to pee was pretty tedious, and people didn't really enjoy having to live through it for too long. She could tell that a quick wink and smile had gotten the boys to forgive her, and seeing as the line was mostly made up of them, Kris was able to pass by without a fuss.

                                    Kris was surprised with the amount of people that had showed up while she was in the bathroom, and had to snake through a fair amount of bodies to get to the front door. She wondered, if this was how many people were in the house, just how many were outside on the beach. Kris opened up the front door and her light blue eyes were met with the sight of a whole lot of people partying it up on the sand. Through the crowds, Kris could spot most of her friends, most notably her brother, and then Trever who was being all love dovey with Aubrey. But, she couldn't see Will anywhere. With no one to specifically talk to yet, Kris walked up beside Nick, tapping him lightly on the butt in greeting. Eww, he was smoking a cancer stick. Kris hated those things, they smelt bad, gave you horrible skin, not to mention the major decrease in health after taking them up. But how could Nick's bad boy image be complete without one?

                                    "Hey, Nicky-poo." Kris said, knowing damn well that he'd hate that pet name. She leaned over on the railing beside him and tried following his line of vision until she saw Krystal. Of course. Kris didn't know the whole story, but she wasn't stupid enough to see past his infatuation with this girl. Kris didn't understand how guys could tell you all day long how hot a girl was, but then went all quiet whenever you asked them who they liked. "So, still perving on Krystal, then?" Kris asked rhetorically, she knew he was. Personally, she'd never had a problem with Krystal, they didn't actually talk much, and she was fine with her as long as they never crossed each other. "Oh, Nick, she's looking over here-oh she stopped," Kris said, having witnessed the small glance Krystal had done towards Nick. It wasn't hard to see Kris and Nick on the porch of the beach house, and, honestly, it wasn't at all hard to see all of the ongoing activities of the beach from the porch.

                                    "Promise me you'll use protection?" Kris asked, knowing all to well just how bad Nick was. It didn't take a brain surgeon to figure out that he liked to, well, have sex. Kris just hoped that it didn't eventually end in him becoming a father. Hmm, Nick as a father, weird. Kris decided she should let him do what he wanted on his own, and began to depart the porch. Reflexably, Kris was about to kiss Nick on the cheek, but remembered Krystal and just settled for a regular hair ruffling before walking down the porch stairs and into the crowd of partying, drinking people. Kris thought she should have gone o see her brother, but it seemed he was having enough fun without her for now, and she'd catch up with him when they were both home. And sober. What Kris did, is, she walked over to the area in which Aubrey and Trever stood. She walked straight past them, as if she hadn't seen them, so suspicion wasn't aroused or anything, but stopped about six feet from where they stood, turned around, and flashed Trever a seductive smile and a wink. Thankfully, he and Aubrey were in some sort of embrace, and only Trever could see her clearly. Next, Kris slowly pulled her swimming shorts down to reveal her long, sunkissed legs. Then Kris sat down on the sand, trying to expose as much of herself to Trever as possible while still looking normal. This was all just too much fun.
  
     
"Holy inferiority complex, Batman!
How low is my self esteem that I'm the sidekick in my own fantasy?"
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