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  Junemay SavemenThey call me June for short;;
The вasics;;XXXXXXXXX This is who I am;; the HER
XXXXXXXXX I like where I am;; Inner Circle
XXXXXXXXX We're obviously superior;; Female
XXXXXXXXX Count the candles;; 16
XXXXXXXXX Does it really matter?;; Sophmore
XXXXXXXXX This is how I swing;; Straight
XXXXXXXXX I'll keep these for myself;; science, fist fights, arguments, the HIM, fast cars, energy drinks, muffins, quiet, searching for random cellphone ringtones
XXXXXXXXX YOU can have this;; people, techers, classe de espanol, you, slow cars, tattor tots, cupcakes (anything majorly sweet), gripping, loud noises other than car engiensThe вioXXXXXXXXX It's a long story;; All I wanted was a little action. Isn't that what anyone wants? Fast and dangerous. Those have been my favorite words since my Ma said them. Taking me to NASCAR and the other local races, I loved it. It was my sweet candy of the month. I never knew why Pa tagged along, cause he always came home pissed. Ma always would stray off after I'd get caught up in the begining laps and she'd be back before Pa broke himself away from the track. Soon enough they got a divorce cause Pa stopped over looking Ma's sneaking off. Followed her, found out she was having and afair with one of the mechanics. I guess it was a little better for her, cause when they got a divorce, she at least had someone to lean on for money.
XXXXXXXX Didn't see Pa much after that, didn't really care either. He and I weren't that close anyway. Neither are Ma and I, but she married the guy that found me my passions. Racing. Course I'm not allowed to race. Ma thought, that after Pa left, she now has to be the one to look after me, says I'm not allowed to touch any beautiful set of wheels till I'm paying my own insurance. Ha, yeah right. My step-Pop even helped me defy that rule. So if my teenage rebellion has anyone to be blamed on, he at least has to go down for assistance. The day I turned thirteen, he showed me how to do the simple stuff, then over the next year, I became a professional at kicking butt in the street races. Since I was allowed the shop so much, no trouble to sneak out a different car every other night....give I didn't total it while getting competive. My Step-Pop actually covered for me when two races went horribly. I was the lucky one in both of the races. The other driver of the lastest one just got released from the hospital a few weeks ago. I only got a few big bruises and quite a few broken bones. Step-Pop told Ma came up with some lame excuse about me staying somewhere else. I don't remember, I just didn't get in trouble was I know.
XXXXXXXXRacing was fast and dangerous. School wasn't. I never got along with most of the kids cause they bored me, but sometimes I just wish I had more friends. Instead I'm stuck with some of the most annoying whinners on Earth. That annoyingly perfect brat, goes around acting like she's a goddess or something. Only reason to hang around her would be, when she gets mad and wants revenge. I'm standing not too far away. Heavy and anxious for a brawl.
XXXXXXX Not a bad turn out, if I must say so myself.
XXXXXXXXX I must be bipolar;; People say I'm cold, mean, rude, and another assortment of words that we just won't mention. In truth, they're just slow. I'm apathetic, not cold. I'm bored, not rude. I'm just telling you what I think, and I'm not sorry if it's mean. The attitude and look of sudden postal movements keeps away most of the annoying and useless.....people.
XXXXXXXXX Don't tell ANYONE;; the HIM, I would tell him if I wasn't so concerned with a few things. One, that he won't like me back, and two, loosing one of the only real friends I have. All that stupid crush stuff. Every now and then, the incredible flirt with an incredible reputation grabs my attention.
XXXXXXXXX We all have our skeletons;; I envie the loners. To have such good friends so easily.Besides the fact that they are much more tolerable than most the inner circle.
XXXXXXXXX I can't believe it got out!;; Okay, just because I've walked out of two bad car crashes with broken bones and cuts, does NOT mean I have a pact with the freakin devil. I didn't even know people knew about those crashes or the racing.The вackstage CrewXXXXXXXXX My Puppeteer;; x-slinkey-x
XXXXXXXXX My true colors;; #db8c00
XXXXXXXXX Glamour shots;; -1--2--3-
 Sarah Cooper DanielsThey call me Danni for short;;
The вasics;;XXXXXXXXX This is who I am;; Honor-Roll
XXXXXXXXX I like where I am;; Regulars
XXXXXXXXX We're obviously superior;; Female
XXXXXXXXX Count the candles;; Eighteen
XXXXXXXXX Does it really matter?;; Senior
XXXXXXXXX This is how I swing;; Straight Edged
XXXXXXXXX I'll keep these for myself;;
*Mechanical Pencils
*Poptarts
*Uno
*Nail polish
*Staying up Studing
*Getting 99s and 100s
*Vintage
*Short Stories
*Blonde jokes
*Sudden adrenaline rushes
*Old day time television
XXXXXXXXX YOU can have this;;
*Pickles on sandwiches
*Go Fish
*Anything below a 94
*Novels
*Tostar Struddel
*Vauge implications
*Over exaggeration
*Pink hair dyeThe вioXXXXXXXXX It's a long story;; Let's start at the begining shall we? I'm the youngest of six. I have two older sister and three older brothers. The whole situation is like the Brady Bunch minus a maid and the whole step-family story. My mother and father are very much in love and have always been. All intact, it's cookie cutter. No joke. My siblings have all been excellent students, eliet amoungst a a generation that could care less about the world around them. Leaders of clubs and organizations, white collared jobs, and all got heafty checks of scholarship money. Only thing is, they're all ten years older than me at least.
XXXXXWith five older siblings being so perfect and my parents expecting so much from me, it's a lot of pressure. I feel like I don't get attention unless I find something to show them up in, and that's been happening a lot recently. The me not showing them up part. I haven't been evolved in many clubs besides a few sports here and there, not like I'm a prodigy or anything, Honor Society and Student Council takes up quiet a bit of the after school hours for me.
XXXXXI think I was about seven when I realized my greatest discovery. This is where I get my dislike for tostar struddle. My parents were talking with my older sister, the last of the older five to be graduating this year, and she had made salutatorian. Not validvictorian. I burnt myself on the tostar struddle and saw what chance I had that none of them had ever done, not even my parents.
XXXXXCome around middle school when I started taking early on highschool courses and studinig my tail off so I could be the best, I developed some medical problem. I didn't even care enough to look into it. All I'm aware that happens is I get sudden impuleses and major adrenaline rushes. If the rushes go on too long or too rapidly I start to get seizures. Black outs. Pass outs. You get the idea. I like them go, it makes me more compeitive and study harder. I don't get them too often, so it's very enjoyable.
XXXXXXXXX I must be bipolar;; I can admit that I’m quite the bossy neighbor and a self entitled jerk at times but I have reason! I'm smarter than you, so I think I have a right to do so. Hmph!
XXXXXXXXX Don't tell ANYONE;; I don't really have time for guys, so I've never really thought about if. If I had to choose one guy, the College Bound would probably be the closest thing to an 'idea guy'. He's really dedicated.
XXXXXXXXX We all have our skeletons;; Only four people know about my seizures. If anyone else found out about the seizures, I'd be so dead.
XXXXXXXXX I can't believe it got out!;; Who said I failed ENGLISH?!The вackstage CrewXXXXXXXXX My Puppeteer;; x-slinkey-x
XXXXXXXXX My true colors;; #c00731
XXXXXXXXX Glamour shots;; I’m the BEST
 Justin Ubon SamulesThey call me Jus or Justin for short;;
The вasics;;XXXXXXXXX This is who I am;; THE Band Geek
XXXXXXXXX I like where I am;; Loners
XXXXXXXXX We're obviously superior;; I am of the male speicies
XXXXXXXXX Count the candles;; 15
XXXXXXXXX Does it really matter?;; Proud to be a sophmore
XXXXXXXXX This is how I swing;; All for the ladies!
XXXXXXXXX I'll keep these for myself;;
``My saxaphone
``Apples
``Band battles
``Jazz
``Blues
``Transformers
``The preforming arts
``My jazz band
``Performing shoes
``Being a ladies man (I have yet to get one though)
XXXXXXXXX YOU can have this;;
``Flutes
``Loosing
``HER and HIM
``Violence
``Mental problems
``Hospitals
``Bananas
``Social Studies
``English classes
``Obsessed boyfriend/girlfriend relationshipsThe вioXXXXXXXXX It's a long story;; I wasn't with my parents for long, I still have the option to go and see them, but only if it's absolutely nessary. Reason being they both liked their little needles full of heroin and straws to sniff the crystal cocaine. They liked it so much, they thought I would like it too. I don't remember it too clearly, but one day I just ran to the first cop car I could find and tell them. The heroin needle they stuck in my arm wasn't clean, something in my body went wrong and I woke up in a hospital. My parents weren't there, but some lady with a few folders was. I was probably five or six.
XXXXXThe lady took me to a group home, where I was lucky enough to stay. It was a lucky house, only four children all together, the parents were very caring, and no one changed homes on us. I have three siblings, two younger, one older. The two younger are really cute and loves to dance, pretty good for a seven and eight year old. My older brother is my idol. He's awesome and is currently teaching me to drive. He played the french horn.
XXXXXSoon enough, I got myself into band aswell and all these community bands. I feel in love with the jazz and blues, which lead to me picking the saxaphone as an instrument. I got a small jazz band started at Valley high, only five or six of us, depending if a few decide to show or not. I'm still proud of that. I don't like the flutes in the school band, they get way too much attention for the little work they put in. I could agree and cheer if they were doing hard pieces like the horns, percussion, and I. But they're featured practically.
XXXXXI sometimes go to see my parents, I used to go to show them newspaper clippings of what I've done wtih my band. I never really got to talk to them with it, but I felt a bit better knowing I didn't abandon them the way they did me. Just, lately I stopped and just mail the clippings, because of what I saw. I don't want to see others I know there, it makes me feel like my life is a lot more screwed up than it should.
XXXXXXXXX I must be bipolar;; I'm very personal. I like to keep to myself, except around a select few. The Artist is the only one I really share anything personal with, but I much rather just talk about random things with her. I want to be friends with the rest of the group, but I find it a bit harder to open up to such happy people that have been rejected. I don't really talk to my own band, jazz or class, about anything in particular than what we can play at the next school function. I smile a lot, so I guess everyone thinks I'm pretty happy. Defiantly when I try to lay my 'moves' on the ladies. I really only do it to tease people, especially the Eyes and Ears. I don't talk to anyone else in their group for any other reason.
XXXXXXXXX Don't tell ANYONE;; I don't want a relationship or anything like that, it just seems all of them end with horrible stories and rumors. I just want a close friend. I've only found that around the Artist.
XXXXXXXXX We all have our skeletons;; I saw Sarah Daniels at the mental instatution having some spastic seizure. She knows I know, and it scares me.
XXXXXXXXX I can't believe it got out!;; Yeah, I'm totally diggin' the Eyes and Ears.The вackstage CrewXXXXXXXXX My Puppeteer;; x-slinkey-x
XXXXXXXXX My true colors;; #07abc0
XXXXXXXXX Glamour shots;; Jazz Captures My Soul's Real Intentions.
 x-slinkey-x · Wed Jul 22, 2009 @ 10:47pm · 2 Comments |
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