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Zoom in on a man sitting on the kitchen counter, camera in hand. His name? why, it's Adam James Kantor. Adam turned his head, placing his camera on the counter. He stepped down and walked to the old sink. Grabbing a glass from the cupboard , he placed it under the faucet. He turned the handle, praying for water to come out. The drain made a loud grumbling sound, but water did came out. It wasn't the clearest or best looking glass of water in the world, but Adam drank it anyway. It was better to drink slightly rusted water then none at all. When he finished, he placed the glass in the sink, running the water over it. Adam then walked away from the sink and picked up his camera, moving to the coach. The sofa was a faded red color with a few holes in it, but still good. There he sat, all alone, his roommate, TJ was out. As he sat, he thought about the day that had come and was so slowly leaving. It was a chilly day in the Big city, regardless people still moved threw the streets, never slowing. He let out a small sigh, placing his camera beside him. Yes today had been a long day.












 
     
 
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I am a Very Simple Girl. All I want is Everything.



     
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Belle stood on the side of the road, hugging her father tight. There where small trails on the face from where her tears ran down her face. "Père d'au revoir je t'aime !" She said, speaking in french. "adieu ma fille. rappelez-vous que vous êtes toujours à mon coeur." he responded. With one last, long, gripping hug, the two let go of each other. Belle watched as her father stepped into the bright yellow taxi, waving good bye out the window. As the car pulled away, Belle turned and picked up the few bags she had with her, most of witch where carrying her books.

She pushed open the door, holding it open with her foot. She walked into the brightly lit area, in complete aw. It was much nicer then her school back in France, it was also bigger and warmer. Belle walked up to counter in the lobby, smiling at the lady behind the desk. "bonjour, My name is Isabella, Im the new transfer from France." she said. The lady smiled, typing in her name into the computer. "Ah-" she said, typing some more "Yes, classes are over for the day. Hand this to all your teachers tomorrow, then bring it back signed at the end of the day". She handed Belle a number of papers including you schedule, room number and key, and pass. Nodding, Belle picked up her bags and walked down the hall.

When she came to the dorms, she began to look for hers. Once she found it, placed her bags at her feet and pushed the key into the door. Turning the knob, she heard the faint click and pushed the door open. Moving her bags buy the door, she placed the one carrying her books on her bed. Opening it, she began moving them one by one to the dresser top.


Translations:
"Père d'au revoir je t'aime !- Bye bye father, i love you!
adieu ma fille. rappelez-vous que vous êtes toujours à mon coeur.-good-bye my daughter, remember you are always in my heart





{Out Of Character- sorry, still fine tweeking the layout}
 
     
 
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Tinkerbell sat at on a tall stool, eating her cereal as she watched the small T.V. that sat on the counter. She let out a small, tinkling bell like laugh, as one of the cartoon characters hit the other on the head. As she finished her breakfast, her father walked into the kitchen, all of Tinkerbell's things in his hands. "Little Miss. Bell, are you ready to go?" He asked, setting the bags down. Tinkerbell smiled, picking up her bowl and taking it to the sink. "I sure am, how are you going to live without me?" she asked, mockingly. Her dad rolled his eyes, but a small chuckle left his lips. "Come on kid-o, we have to do. I let you miss the first day, but we have to get you there." He said, lifting her bags back into his arms. Tink let out a sigh, "Why can't i just stay? Its the weekend anyway." she pointed out, but grabbing jacket and pixie wings. She always had them with her, up on her wall above her bed. "You just have to. Now lets get going Tinkers" Her father replied, Turing and walking back out the door. Tinkerbell let out one last, soft sigh, before following him out.
After about an hour drive, felt like forever to Tinkerbell, the two pulled up to the school. Tink turned to her dad, opening her mouth to try and get him to take her back home, but he just stepped out of the car. Tink closed her mouth, grabbing her things, and stepped out of the car. Her dad was behind the car, digging in the trunk. Tink waked back to see what he was doing, all her things where sitting next to the car. "Dad? What are you doing?" she asked, stopping right next to him. He straightened his back, his hand closed with something inside of it. "Remember when you were little and you would run around in 'Never Land'?" He asked, speaking of the woods that used to surround ther old house. Tink gave a slight nod, meamerise filled her head. "Well, i was digging around in one of the trunks and i found this" He held out his hand. Laying flat in his palm was a silver necklace in the shape of a fairy. Tinkerbell let out a small gasp, her hand moving to cover her mouth. "Daddy where, how. Oh my god!" She sputtered out fast, her arms flying out to hug her dad. He chuckled as he hugged her back. "I'm going to miss you bud" he said in a low voice, just above a whisper. Tink felt her eyes begin to tear, "I'm going to miss you too daddy." She said.
The two stood there for a while, just holding each other. They where all each other had, her mother dieing when she was younger. This was Tinkerbell's seconded year at Disney High, but saying good-bye to her dad hadn't gotten easy sense the last time. After a few more moments, the two finely let go. Tink grabbed her things and walked to the front door. As she pushed the heavy door open, she looked behind her and watched as her dad got in the car and drove away. When he was completely out of sight, she walked inside the school, the door closing behind her.


(Out Of Cookies::.. Sorry that Tinkerbell's post is way better then Belle's. But im still working on it.)





     
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Name:
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Nicknames:
βєℓℓє
Age:
18
Grade:
ʂenior
Personality:
Belle is a lovely free-thinker who likes to read and go on adventures within her own imagination. She is not shy and is not afraid to speak her mind, especially in tight situations. She is very compassionate and takes care of those in need. Belle can also be stubborn, but she tries to protect people she truly loves and is very patient towards others.
Hobbies:
Singing
Reading
Day dreaming
Writing
History:
Before moving to Orange County, Belle lived with her father in a small town in France. They lived in a small cottage on the outskirts of the small town. Belle would go into town every now and then, going to the book store to get new books, pieces of parchment and small pencils. With her father being an inventer, and Belles love of books, the towns people thought them both strange. Felling unwanted, the two moved to California, hoping to be accepted.





Abilities:
Writing
Reading
Singing
Club:
Photography Club
Book Club
Young Writers
Likes:
Books
Animals
Long walks
Singing
Dancing
Dreaming
Hates:
Self centered people
Being brought out of a good day dream
Homework

Relationships:
Friendships:
Im new in town, i dont know anyone yet
Crushes:
New in town
 
     
 
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Name:
τιηкєявєℓℓ
Nicknames:
τιηк
Age:
17
Grade:
נunior
Personality:
Tinkerbell is a jealous fairy who grew up in Never Land. Her voice sounds like a tinkling bell. She is called Tinker Bell because she mends the pots and kettles in a tin workshop as a tinker. She can sometimes ill-tempered and vindictive, but also spirited, care free, and caring. She loves to take thinks apart and up things back together.
Hobbies:
❦❧Building
❦❧Taking things down
❦❧Flying
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History:
Tinkerbell is from the small little fairy town of Pixie Hollow, located in the Never Land Woods. She was brought to Never Land by a babies first laugh, and placed as a Tinker Fairy. At first, Tinkerbell was upset, wanting to go to the main land and having an important part in the changing of seasons. She was over joyed when one day, Queen Clara came to her and told her she was going to help her get to the main land. She sprinkled her with a special dust that made her grew. Tink was so thrilled that she began to tell all her friends. Even though she was sad to say good bye, she was excited to be getting to live her dream. Now in Orange County, Tink is making friends, having fun, and living her dream. She might look a little weird at first, being kind of small and slender. She can still put on a fight. She still has her wings, but folds them in tight behind her back.





Abilities:
Tinkering
Flying
Helping others
Club:
Workshop
Art club
Likes:
Tinkering
Flying
Helping
Dancing
Hates:
People thinking that can hit her for pixie dust {Peter}
When the boy she likes, likes someone else
Doing nothing
People telling her what to do

Relationships:
Friendships:
I dont know,
Crushes:
Peter, Terrence
     
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXErik "ʂτιτcɧ" Hagen
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXI'll make you laugh till your in ʂτιτcɧεʂ








        A tall boy with light, curly blond hair, walked down the halls of Disney High. As he walked, he reached into his bag and pulls out his head phones and ipod. Reaching up, he placed both ear buds into his ears, turning the ipod up so the music blared in his ears. The day had gone by so fast for him. He had made a lot of people laugh, and one kid pee his pants. Stitch gave a small smile as he remembered the thought.

        He rounded the corner to the hall that lead to the dorms, stopping in front of the door that read 262. He opened the door to the light blue room, throwing his bag into the corner. From the door, he took two steps before jumping onto his bed. He leaded down on his back for a few moments, looking up at the ceiling. With his eyes closed, he reached underneath himself, digging in his back pocket. Once he felt his hand around his phone, he pulled int out, almost letting go and sending it flying. He opened his eyes and sat up, turning the phone on. He went to his messages, clicking on the create message button.

        To: Lilo
        From: Stitch
        Sub.: What's up!
        Hey Lilo, what you up to?


        He pressed the send button, laying back down on his bed. Stitch hated being by himself, he got bored. As he lay back, waiting for Lilo to respond, his mind wondered. He had heard there was some new people going to school thing year. Stitch made a note to go look for them later, he liked meeting new people because they didn't know him and they were easy to prank. Another smile came to Stitches lips as he drifted in and out of consciousness.






 
     
 
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XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXI'll make you laugh till your in ʂτιτcɧεʂ




Name:
Erik Hagen
Nicknames:
ʂτιτcɧ
Age:
17
Grade:
נunior
Personality:
Erik is a fun loving goofball. He cracks jokes almost everywhere he goes, loving when he makes other people laugh. Because of his joke making, care free life, everyone calls him Stitch.
Hobbies:
Making people laugh
Making sand castle
Listening to music
Hanging with friends
History:
Erik Hagen is your typical prankster, always joking around and having fun. Because he makes other people laugh so hard, everyone calls him Stitch. He loves to hang on the sunny beaches of Hawaii, but hates the water. When he was little, still at the orphanage, Erik was siting in the small inflatable pool. When one of the people that was in charge of the orphanage left to answer the phone, one of the older kids jumped into the pool. Not knowing that he was in there, they landed on him, knocking him out. When he woke up, he couldn't remember a thing, just being surrounded by water.





Abilities:
Making others laugh
Acting weird
Club:
Drama Club
Music listening
Likes:
Making people laugh
Acting like a goof
Pancakes, or other sweets
Hanging at the beach
Sun
Hates:
Water
Crabby people
To many rules
Goody goodies

Relationships:
Friendships:
Lilo's really the only person I hang out with.
Crushes:
Stitch doesn't like anyone, well there's Lilo. But Stitch doesn't know how he feels exactly. But hey, he's a boy.
     

The Girl 2


Elizabeth

Rose

Taylor


"Sweet, but not so innocent"


XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX A little about me

My parents gave me the name
Elizabeth Rose Taylor
My friends call me Liz, Beth, and to her parents Miss. E.
I was born on 11/3
When i was born, the doctor raped me in a pretty pink blanket
and I'm 17 years old


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A little more about me

The windows of my soul are
hazel/green
My hair is Real of course
I like the cute boys
I stand proud and walk tall, im 5'5

Whats that? I love those!
♥ Texting
♥ Reading
♥ Shopping
♥ Friends
♥ Singing
♥ Rain

EWWWW! get those away before i kill you!!
♦ Basements
♦ Being alone
♦ Whiny people
♦ Frilly girls
♦ Homework
♦ Snow
♦ Thunderstorms

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Really? you need to know more?

It doesn't concern you, but this is my story:
If you walked down the street and meet Elizabeth, one of your first thoughts would be "wow, she's jumpy." Elizabeth is a very up beat girl that always speaks her feelings. She almost always is texting some one, or e-mailing them.She hates being told what to do, shes used to doing things her own way, and that's just the why she likes it.

Elizabeth comes from a rich family, in a rich neighbor hood. Growing she got everything that she wanted, but not taking everything for granted. She has one sibling, an older brother, that is your typical rebel. Even though he does some things that she doesn't like, she still loves him. He was the only one there for her when she was growing up, her parents always working or away.


My talents are: Elizabeth is a gifted singer, dancer, and actress.
Anything i forgot? Elizabeth has her belly button and ears pierced


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                                beep beep beep. The alarms gentle buzzing caused the girl laying in the bed next to the table to turn. She reached out a slender hand and pressed the snooze button. As she rolled over on her back, she let out a small groan. Elizabeth Taylor was her name. As she slowly sat up, she stretched her arms out in front of her, feeling her arms stretch in respond. She never really was a morning person. She swung her legs over the side of her bed, yawning and she walked out the door and into the hall. She walked passed her brothers boor, stopping to pound on the door to wake him up. She also called threw the door,"Chris get your lazy butt up!" she then moved down the rest of the walk to the stairs.


                                The walk down the stairs was long, her feet not moving faster then they needed to. Reaching hte bottom, Elizabeth walked threw the living room into the kitchen. The kitchen staff sprang to life as Elizabeth sat down in one of the dinning chairs. "Good morning Miss. Taylor, what may i get you for breakfast?" One of them asked. Elizabeth looked up at them, "I would like blueberry pancakes please, with a side of strawberries" she said, leaning back in the chair. The servant nodded and walked into the kitchen. The sound of pots and pans filled her ears and the staff worked on her breakfast.


                                Minutes passed before he returned with her meal. Elizabeth smiled, saying thank you. She picked up her fork and knife and began cut the pancakes into smaller pieces. She placed a strawberry on top of one of the pieces, forking them together. She lifted her fork to her mouth, chewing slowly, savoring the taste of the berries together. She began eating the rest of her breakfast, waiting for her brother to come down as well.


                                As she waited, her small little white cat, Misty, began to rub against her feet. Elizabeth smiled and picked up her cat, placing her on her lap. She stroked her soft white head as she purred happily. "May i have some more milk for my cat please?" She asked, a member of the staff leaving after she spoke. She brought the milk in a shining bowl, the name Misty written on the side in neat, slanted writing. "Thank you" Elizabeth said with a smile as she placed the bowl on the floor next to her chair. Misty hoped off Elizabeth's lap and began to lap up the milk, purring louder. Elizabeth gave a small giggle at the cats behavior before eating once more.

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                                The hardest thing to do is watch
                                the one you love, love someone else.

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                                »DaddysLittleGirl«
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Hello! How Are You? It's Very Nice To Meet You! Okay. Here Are Some Info About Me!
So My Name Is
Elizabeth Rose Cornwall! Nice Name Huh?
Hey. Get Me A Present Will You? My Birthday's Coming Up. It's on
11/3
So That Must Mean I'll Be 18
Last Time I Checked, I was a beautiful baby girl
So What If I'm straight
I Am The All Mighty spade princess
My Life Was Pretty Normal but since you want yo know about it... Growing up was easy for Elizabeth, she got everything that she wanted. But hey she's a princess, what do you expect? However good her life was growing up, at the age of 14, Elizabeth found out that she had Asthma. She had been out riding one day when she fell off her horse. She wasn't hurt, but she landed in a flower bed, causing spores and dust to fly every where. She was rushed to the doctor, who after a few moments helped her to breath normally again. For a year her parents wouldn't let her outside. Afraid of what could happe, lets see you try living with an over protective mother. See? Normal Life.
I love The ever so cute prince of hearts A Lot! But if they find out, They'll Hurt Me!
So! That's It Than! Oh and By The Way, Think Of Me Whenever You Hear This Song!
So That's It! Thank You So Much For Listening! Much Appreciated!
     


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•Amanda Elizabeth Bell•



• Age• Seventeen
• Month Of Birth• The third of November

• Height• Around 5 feet and 4 inches

• Eye Color• A light hazel, close to green

• Hair Color•
A light brown, almost a sandy blond, that has a gentile curl when down.

• Country Of Birth• London

• Social Rank• Aristocrat, however its all her fathers money and power

• Gender• Female

• Marital Status• She is not married, however her father is working on her arrangement.

• Personality•
Amanda is a strong headed, yet caring girl. She takes pride in being a Bell, but does not take it for granted.

• Biography•
Amanda has lived a somewhat sheltered life. But being the daughter of one of London's richest Aristocrat's isn't easy. Elizabeth dose not want to have her marriage arranged, to be forced to marry someone she could never love. She wises that her father would give at least some say in who she marries.

• Occupation•
Amanda does not work, whenever she needs something she goes to her father
• Clothing style• something simple but still eligent

• Anything else?•
Amanda likes to sneak down to the kitchens at night to help the servants cook, something that she really enjoys.
     
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