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Ƚ ζ • ʟ ɫ ɬ ʅ ɭ ȴ ʃ ʄ ʆ
Ϻ Ӎ • ɯ ɰ ɱ ϻ ӎ
Ƞ Ν Π Ѝ Ҋ Ӣ Ӥ Ώ Ω Л Й • ȵ ɲ ɳ ɴ ή π η и й ѝ л ҋ ӣ ӥ ᾐ ᾑ ᾒ ᾓ ᾔ ᾕ ᾖ ᾗ ὴ ή ὴ ή
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Ρ Ҏ Ῥ • ρ ϼ Ϸ ϸ φ ҏ ῤ ῥ
Ɋ Ϙ • ϙ ɋ Ϥ ϥ ϱ
Ȑ Ȓ Ɍ Я Г Ѓ Ӷ Ґ • я ɹ ɺ ɻ ɼ ɽ ɾ ɿ ȑ ȓ ɍ ʀ ʁ г ѓ ґ ӷ
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Ʌ Ѵ Ѷ • ɣ ʋ ʌ ѵ ѷ ῠ ῡ ῢ ΰ ῦ ῧ
Ϣ Ш Щ • ϣ ш щ ѿ ѡ ʍ ώ ψ Ψ ω ϖ ᾠ ᾡ ᾢ ᾣ ᾤ ᾥ ᾦ ᾧ ῲ ῳ ῴ ῶ ῷ ὼ ώ
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љ њ Ѹ ѹ Ѫ Ѭ Ѥ ѥ ѧ Ѩ ѩ ѫ ѭ ѱ
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★xxx　נєииα υяsυℓα ɢyℓℓєинαυℓ

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Jenna bit her lip as she dropped herself onto her butt, looking at the door. Maybe he wasn't coming back? Was she that big of a pest? He said he wouldn't be gone long... Jenna became worried and kept his shirt on, while she slipped on the skinny jeans before and slipped on her slippers. She had the room key and walked out. She took the elevator down to the first floor, and made her way through the lobby, cutting in front of people and walking in and out of crowds. For late in the evening, the lobby was surely crowded. She exited the Hotel and took the long sidewalk down to the beach. Her eyes scanned the perimeter and saw Eric. But he wasn't alone. Oh no, he wasn't alone. There was a red headed girl with him. She walked around not too close. She stood atop the huge sand bulge, and below was Eric and the strangely beautiful girl. Jenna's heart fell eight-hundred stories. Her lips unpursed. She wasn't jealous, no that couldn't be it. She was heartbroken. Wait, yeah, heartbroken. Jenna wanted to scream out loud, but she refrained herself. But it wasn't like they were dating. Maybe Jenna was over thinking this. Jenna hit a rock and it moved down the cliff making a loud crash at the bottom. Jenna's jaw dropped as her eyes widened. He was going to see her. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe him seeing her would prove to him that maybe he had found love, and it had been in front of him practically the whole day. Or, it would prove that Jenna would be a horrible girlfriend, horrible wife, and ultimately, a horrible mother. Jenna's eyes began to water.

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Chad B A M B I Hutchersonxxxxxxx

Chad stepped out of the cab that brought him to the hotel room. He wasn't with the Senior Trip. He had to go separately because he missed the deadline to turn in the money. Chad sighed grabbing his bags from the Taxi driver. The only reason why he missed the deadline was because he was out of town for his fathers conference. His parents didn't want him home alone for two weeks, because they were afraid of him throwing a couple house parties. Chad had tried to convince him that he wouldn't but they wouldnt' budge. Chad loved his parents, but they could be pretty strict. So, to make up for it, they sent him on his own, with his fathers Black Credit Card. Chad was happy.

Chad walked into the Lobby and checked in. He payed for it in full, and walked to the elevator. He rode that elevator til' floor three, to room twelve. He opened the hotel and he only had one bed, but a big flat screen TV. With compliments of free room service and a refridgerator and freezer. Chad smiled, and began to un pack. He had been so excited for this trip for so long. He didn't know why, but he loved the Beach, and everything that had to do with the Beach and Coast. He went out to the deck once he finished unpacking, letting the seabreeze hit his face. He grabbed his wallet and stuck it in his back pocket, and also grabbed the room key. He walked out of the hotel, took the same elevator down the the lobby, and walked out of the Hotel entirely. He couldn't find anyone he really knew. He walked down to the beach and saw Eric, with Selena. He smiled calling out to them. "Hey Eric! Hey Selena!" Chad had a class with Selena and a different class with Eric. He sat by both of them in each of the classes. He had this big, white grin stretched across his face. He walked over to them and shook Eric's hand, and pulled Selena in for a hug. Chad loved being around people, especially friends. "G'day guys. Sorry, I just got here and I'm super stoked! Excuse my excitedness." Chad laughed at himself.

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c н α ם в υ я и ℓ є ʏ

"T A L K S H I T
G E T H I T"

MISTER BADASS

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The annoying sound of the retarded alarm clock soon rang through Chad's bedroom. He hit the snooze button subconciously, as he rolled over and went back to sleep. He was perfectly content when ten minutes later, the same annoying sound of his alarm clock rang again. "Phuck."This time, Chad pressed OFF and sat up. He groaned a bit and stepped out of bed. He yawned three times in a row, on the way to the bathroom. He did the necessities, took a shower, brushed his teeth, yaddi yaddi yadda. He walked out of his room with just a towel on, to find his over caring mother packing for him. "Mom! Get out of here. Jeezus. Can you be any more annoying? S H I T." His mother nodded and walked out of the room.

Chad walked into his closet and slipped on his favorite Levi Jeans and a plain black tee, with a pair of plain black lace up vans. He went back to the bathroom as his hair was semi-dry and fixed it. Put some Gel in it, made it seem like he just rolled out of bed. It was a look hard to pull off, but with Chad's good looks, he could pull off anything. He pulled out his phone and texted his girlfriend.

To; Babe.
From; Chad
Message; Hey Sexy. When you and the girls leavin' for the lake?
Hit me up ASAP.

Chad slipped his phone in his pocket and made sure he had his wallet. Eight-hundred crisp dollars and his ID. He smiled to himself, looking at his drivers license. Always so good looking. He was mesmorizing himself. He put it away and chuckled to himself. He sat on his bed, waiting for a text message from his girlfriend. Meanwhile, he texted all his boys.

To; The boys
From; Chad
Message; Hey. What's good for today?

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Danielle╰☆╮╰☆╮╰☆╮Renee╰☆╮╰☆╮╰☆╮Edwards
»moody« pie »sweet« pie »sarcastic«

Hello ! Pleased to meet you ! !

т ɦ ε x ℓ ι т т ℓ ε x s т υ ʄ ʄ

ღ ௰ɦąт ιs yσυя ηąмε ? ღ

Danielle Renee Edwards.

ღ σɦ... ∂σ yσυ ρяεʄεя sσмεтɦιηɡ εℓsε ? ღ

Dannie.

ღ σɮ тɦεη. ௰εℓℓ ɦσ௰ σℓ∂ ąяε yσυ ? ღ

seventeen.

ღ cσσℓ. ௰ɦεη's yσυя Ьιятɦ∂ąy ? ღ

May Seventh.

ღ ąη∂ yσυ sąι∂ yσυ cąмε ʄяσм... ? ღ

California

ą я ε x т ɦ ε я ε x ą η y x s ɮ ε ℓ ε т σ η s x ι η x y σ υ я x c ℓ σ s ε т ?

ღ ௰ɦσ ιs ιт тɦąт yσυ ℓιɮε ? ღ

Mista Vampy

ღ sσ тɦąт мąɮεs yσυ...? ღ

straight

ღ ௰εℓℓ ௰ɦąт ąяε yσυ ℓιɮε ? ღ

You can say I'm pretty moody. I can be quite sarcastic at times too, but really, I'm a sweetheart. I'm the biggest sweetheart you'll ever meet, but don't get on my bad side. Once you get to know me, you'll love me. You might hate me, but really I don't care.

ღ тεℓℓ мε мσяε ąЬσυт yσυяsεℓʄ ! ღ

You could say that I wasn't normal. I've never really been normal. I hung out with my other brothers and sisters, and I do love them truly. I'm more of the shy quiet one, with a lot of words stuck in my mouth. As though it seems, I've never had a boyfriend. My brothers are way too over controlling over me, but that's okay.

When we moved into the mansion, and went exploring... we found something extraordinary. The boy, he was so gorgeous. I fell in love with him so dearly. It was so weird. Like, love at first sight. I don't tell anyone this, because it's crazy. I'm in love with a vampire, who just wants to kill me. That's normal, right?

ღ ...ąяε yσυ ąʄяąι∂ σʄ ąηyтɦιηɡ ? ღ

-The dark
-Jellyfish/sharks.

σ η x ą x ∂ ι ʄ ʄ ε я ε η т x η σ т ε

ღ ௰ɦąт ąяε sσмε σʄ тɦε тɦιηɡs yσυ ą∂σяε ? ღ

-Cupcakes.
-Cooking.
-Reading magazines.
-Drawing/sketching.
-Exploring.

ღ ...sσмε тɦιηɡs yσυ ɦąтε ? ღ

-Annoying people.
-Ditzy people.
-When people bother me while I'm reading or drawing.

ღ ąяε ℓσσɮs ιмρσятąηт тσ yσυ ? ღ

(:

ღ ௰ɦąт's yσυя тυηε ? ღ

Fighting for Nothing by Meg and Dia

ღ ʄąʋσяιтε cσℓσяs ? ღ

seagreen&&dimgray

This is мε by

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Too bad I got rejected of this offer. ):

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Well, where do I start. The girls love me, the boys wanna be me. Hah. I get all the girls. I can walk down the street and then BAM! I got a girl on my nuts, its crazy. Well, alright alright. Serious talk. I'm Chad Burnley, I'm 21, and I'm currently not in a relationship with anyone. I'm going into this free as a bird. Let's see, what else should I say or you guys should know. I live in Pleasanton, California. It's a nice place, kinda small.My parents bought me a house for my 21st birthday so I don't have any house payments because they paid for it in full. I know, I got GREAT parents. I want to pursue my dreams as being either a male model or go into sports. I'm leaning into Male Model though, but every girl loves a sporty hunk. Am I right?

In Honolulu I'm lookin' for a great a s s time. I want to party all night and everyday. I don't want to fall in love because there is a high chance that I won't see these people again. I'm super excited for this. I'm so hyped. Haha. I'm knock these kids socks right off.

Chad had woken up on the wrong side of the bed. He had went to bed late that night before and it took a toll on him. "Phuck." He got up and ran his slim yet muscular fingers through his hairs. He stood up and walked into his bathroom and jumped into the shower. He washed himself and got out in quickly. He let his hair dry naturally after he put some gel into his, giving it that "Robert Pattinson" look that he thought her perfected it much better than R,Pattz himself. Chad walked back to his room with a towel along his waist and quickly got changed.

Chad changed and walked out of his master bedroom with his bag in his hand. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed his keys. "Farewell, House." Chad walked out of his house toward his car. He started it and drove off, headed for the freeway. There was traffic, and it sucked. The San Francisco International airport was about an hour an a half away from where Chad lives, so his flight wasn't until three hours. That would atleast give him a half an hour to do whatever. When he drove into the parkinglot, he paid for his parking ticket and parked in the long-term parkinglot. He got out of the car, making sure he had his phone on him, and popped the trunk. Grabbed his bag and slammed the trunk closed. "Here we go." He muttered to himself. He made the long walk to the entrance

After going through the annoying line to check in his ticket and get his Gate number, and after all the baggage check-in and airport security. He finally made it to the general waiting area. He sighed, and saw a Starbucks at the corner of his eye. He smiled and walked over and ordered his usual. "Hey, can I get a Vanilla Bean Frappucino with Caramel and Mocha Drizzle, grande please?" The lady nodded and winked at him. She was fairly young. Curly blonde hair, like Taylor Swifts, and she was petite and somewhat short. He winked back and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he waited for his drink. The same girl made his drink and handed it to him. He smiled notioning a thanks. He walked away and took a drink. He noticed extra writing on his cup. She had given her name and number. Amber. He turned around, but she was busy. He wouldn't call her, or text her. Nice try though.

Chad walked to his gate and sat down, but right when they did, they called for people to board his plane. He stood up again and fished out his ticket. The lady ripped it, as if he was going to the movies, and motioned him to go through the cubical like tunnel. He walked through and entered the large plane. He smiled at the Flight Attendant. He walked toward the back of the plane and found his row. He sat at the window seat and fastened his seat belt. He smiled looking out the window. He liked flying. He really did. After the captians announcements and the Flight Attendants demonstrations. The plane had taken off.

The plane landed after four hours he stood up stretching. He was stiff and had finished his Starbucks along time ago. He walked off the plane and walked straight to baggage claim. He found grabbed a map from Guest services and called a cab. He waited a while and told the driver to go to the address of his new temporary home. The man nodded and took him straight there. After awhile, the cab stopped, and Chad paid. He said Thanks and for farewell he said Aloha. He grabbed his bag from the driver and walked up the steps to his new house. He walked right in like he owned the place. "Hey, Is anyone here?!" He walked in while checkin' out the place. He nodded impressed. It was huge. There was a pool table and a whole bunch of stuff. He liked it, alot.

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×XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Tamrynn Nicole Lewis

"When I look at you, I see forgiveness, I see the truth."

Although I am sometimes called Just Tamrynn
I am the lovely age of Eighteen.
I kinda wish it were sooner... May Seventh.
I can be bad; Very judgmental, I talk crap about people, and I can be stubborn.
I'm a good girl
You see? Sweet, caring, honest, loyal, and very trusting.
These are a few of my favorite things; Apples and Peanut Butter, my Laptop, music, a good Love story, and books.
There are a few things I'm not too fond of; Broccoli, Clouds that don't bring the rain, mud, the stuck-up populars, and the 'Players'.
I may have a bit of a fancy for them; No one at the moment.
They say I act like The HandiCapped kid.
They say I look like Emma Watson.
My favorite song, "The Only Exception" by Paramore.
My favorite color, Medium Orchid.
I am only a puppet, I'm afraid. Sedated Silence

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Shy stutterer
Name: Tamrynn Nicole Lewis
Age:18
Gender: Female
Celebrity:Emma Watson
Color:Medium Orchid
Username:Sedated Silence

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⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ Five stars for G U Y S.!

"Because girl you gon' think I invented head."

Very pleased to meet you, I'm Ethan Jay La Rosa

But you call me Ethan.

I am 18 just to let you know

And I will be turning 19 on May Seventh.

I am very gifted; Listener.

These are a few of my favorite things; Playing the Ukelele; The City; Skating in restricted areas; Hats; and Music.

But I despise; Crowded places; Homework; School; Rules; and Reading.

I'm a good boy you see; I'm caring; generous; a good listener; talented; and street smart.

But sometimes I'm not so good: Bad temper; quiet; shy; opinionated; and generally, I don't give two phucks.

I play the role of the Musician and Skater.

A little bit about me: Well, let's see. Where do I freaking start? Well, the beginning would be nice, now wouldn't it? Alright, so I'm Ethan and I'm 18 years of age. I love playing my uke and I'll always have my skateboard on me. You'll never see me caught dead without a hat on, and I'm known to be irritated very easily. You're probably like, WTF? Why? Well, when I was younger, I was neglected as a child because I have an older brother named Allen. Allen, was the star child, the first born, the best at everything he came across. Now, me on the other hand was just the annoying little pain in everyone's a** kid. And let me tell you, I hated it. My parents fed me, gave me stuff, but they didn't 'love me'. You know? So, now I'm known to be heartless, but don't blame me. Blame my stupid, better than everyone else, brother.

Not too long ago, (a week ago to be exact) my father passed away. It hit my brother pretty bad, but it didn't bother me. The man was an alcoholic and chain smoker as long as could remember. Liver failure, kidney failure, everything. Sure, I miss him. He got me my first skateboard. I guess, I owe him that much. But he had an affair with another woman and told me not to tell anyone. So, I didn't. My mother won't stop crying, and my brother moved back from his dorm to help her out with the coping. They both need it. So, I'm never really home, and no one really notices, nor cares. If you're wondering if I'm into drugs, no, I'm not. I'm sort of straight edge. I guess, I learned that from my brother. Oh well, I guess he was good for something after all.

The most top played song on my i-pod is Remember the Name by Fort Minor Ft. Shinoda

They say I look a lot like No one. I'm myself, and no one can ever be like me. Cocky I know, right?

My favorite color is Royal Blue

I'm not always myself these days. Sedated Silence

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Who the hell is he anyways?
He never really talks much never concerned with status
but still leaving them starstruck. Humbled through opportunities
given despite the fact
that many misjudge him `cause he makes a livin' from writin' raps.
Put it together himself, like a picture connects
never asking for someone's help
or to get some respect.

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Who the hell is he anyways?
He never really talks much never concerned with status
but still leaving them starstruck. Humbled through opportunities
given despite the fact
that many misjudge him `cause he makes a livin' with writin' raps.
Put it together himself, like a picture connects
never asking for someone's help
or to get some respect.

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It was strange to think that a weekend could go so perfectly. Friday night, a party with the guys, excluding the girls of the clique. They had some sleepover or some s h i t like that, then saturday. Oh man, Saturday was sick. The boys all skated and Ethan had even nailed a new trick. Sunday was a relax day, a recoupe day. While the rest of the guys in the clique drank it down and toked it up, Ethan sat on the sidelines, waiting for someone to puke, or better yet pass out. He was usually and always the DD, and for you idiots, that's the Designated Driver. Ethan had came home late that night, with a screaming headache and was even a tad light headed. He was, what the kids in the street called, "contact high". Ethan slept soundly that night, not even his mother's over bearing vacuuming that next morning woke him up. The usual routine. Wake up, bathroom necessities, food, play videogames. It was borring, sure, but it's the way Ethan did it.

That morning, Monday morning, Ethan was rudely woken by his alarm clock. Seriously? Why were those things invented? Ethan groaned and rolled over to lay on his back, and hit the off button. He laid there staring at his revolving ceiling room fan. Around and around the blades went. It was routine. Never changed, won't ever change. Reluctantly, he got up out of bed and walked to the bathroom. He did the necessities. Brushed his semi-long, dark brown hair and brushed his teeth. He slowly, and slumly walked to his bedroom and quickly changed. Lastly, after pulling on his favorite pair of Levi Strauss Co. jeans and a DC Shoe Co. t-shirt, he threw on his all black hat. He grabbed his JanSport, all black, back pack and walked downstairs. The kitchen was making noises. Clanking of pots and pans, and the sizzling and also the smell, of Bacon. "Mornin` Ma." Ethan sat in his usual chair with a plate of food already made. He began to nibble on the already cold bacon. The eggs, he never liked, but Ma had always placed a mound on his plate. He sighed and looked up to see his successful brother walk down from the stairs and sit down in the seat next to him. "Good Morning, Brother Ethan!" Allen was always a morning person, and since he was successful, he rubbed it in Ethan's face any chance that asswhole got. Ethan just rolled his eyes. Finishing his food, he stood up and ran his plate under hot water and stuck it into the dishwasher. "Ethan, you finished your food already?" Ethan sighed and looked at his mother and she began speaking again, with a heavy Filipino accent. "You know, I cook for you, clean for you, and you can't even sit with you're mother and eat with your family?" Ethan looked at her and bit his tongue. He was a simple guy, and appreciated everything she did for him. But, this isn't his idea of family. "Ma, I'm late. I have to go." Ethan grabbed his book bag walking out the door. Hearing a faint sound of his brother down talking him to his own mother. Ethan learned to ignore it. It was easy to, now a days.

Ethan had drove to school. He parked in his normal spot. Got out and grabbed his book bag and walked on to campus, locking the car doors as he walked away. He saw some of his buddies and friends, and gave them a little head nod. He scanned the rest of the high school students, looking for anyone else than he saw her. Ethan grinded his teeth, and looked away. He had never had so much hatred toward another person in his whole life. Sammie is what she liked to be called, but Ethan had an array of names for her. Queen b i t c h, stuck up wanna be skater, who's really a little pink princess. Ethan just rolled his eyes and caught up to his friend Brandon, who they all called BJay. "What's good, BJay?" BJay and Ethan talked until the bell rang, and Ethan walked to class, separating and parting ways with BJay. It was going to be another long day. Ethan sighed, and skimmed through all his classes, waiting for some excitement. After each class, Ethan had to pass Sammie down the hall to get to his locker. Ethan had a screaming headache, and the crowded halls were not helping at all. He just wanted school to be over. He wanted to graduate. He wanted to leave all of this stupid town and it's inhabitants behind.