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Jenna smiled at Franklyn who decided to add onto the little brainstorming she was having. Never heard of them Are they good? She was always open to new music, well everything except screamo. That was possibly the worst genre of music out there and she had no idea why people liked it so much. It made her ears bleed and made Jenna want to kill herself because she would get an intense headache after it. There was about one song that was screamo that she could listen to without wanting to hang herself. That was Booty Call by Brokencyde and it wasn't half bad. She looked through more songs on her iPod and finally fell upon some Panic! At The Disco. It was sad that the band broke up but at least she had their music still, something to remind her of the good time they had. She began to play I Write Sins Not Tradgedies when Mr. Schue began to speak. Jenna hit pause and listened to what he had to say. Okay guys, Regionals are about three months away and we have yet to come up with anything. So let's get some ideas rolling, I think I heard somethign from Franklyn? Mr. Schue pointed at Franklyn and Jenna laughed a little.

Of course the laughter only brought Jenna to light and Mr. Schue looked at her with a smile. I think Jenna might have something. The smile wiped off her face and she just made a face at him. She did have ideas but she didn't want to share anything. Might as well though, it would make everyone start thinking. Well I thought maybe we could think about singing Remembering Sunday by All Time Low or More To Life by Stacie Orrico. What do you think Ms. Pillsbury butted in with a smile and a clap. Maybe we could hear these. I'm not all too familiar with those songs. So Jenna pressed play after finding Remembering Sunday and the whole group listened to the speaker from her iPod. It was a reasonable volume and everyone was so quiet. Jenna wanted to sing along but she didn't want to feel alone. Eventually she gave in and began to sing with the music. She didn't want to do this alone and soon enough Brittany was singing as well. Jenna knew that possibly Franklyn would sing also. Everyone knew of All Time Low, or so she thought. Mercedes was quiet and so was Kurt. Just the two were singing for now.

Ms. Pillsbury thought this over, as well as Mr. Schue. He seemed to have enjoyed her choice. I like that, now play the other song. So that's just what Jenna did. Of course a few more people were singing this time. Jenna, Mercedes, Tina, Kurt, and Brittany were all singing this time. It was fun, and they sounded good like this. She enjoyed Glee so much because of the things they shared. They all had talent, they all showed it some way, and they all helped out when they needed it most. The song finished and Mr. Schue clapped. Those could be possibilities. Anyone else have suggestions? Jenna felt good about herself now and she smiled even more brightly than before.

Jenna looked around the room and saw the moping Santana. Something seemed to be wrong with her but she didn't have the time and didn't feel right to intrude on the girl. It wouldn't be best to get yelled at for trying to help. Brittany would probably try to comfort Santana and that would work a lot more than Jenna trying to do the same. She was a little worried but she just tried to ignore it. The two weren't the greatest of friends but they talked every now and then.



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Santana walked down the halls, but today there wasn't anything she worried about. Even though right now she was the lowest on the food chain because of those damn scene kiddos or whatever they thought they were. She had a sly smile on her face and nothing could wipe it off. A nerd stood in the hallway, at his locker it looked like. A few other kids were in the hall but they didn't pay any attention to the cheerleader. She deceived, she seduced, everything in the book. Santana was lucky not to be pregnant yet. As she made her way over to the nerd, she acted like he was the hot new thing. Since she had one of those mini dresses on today, the girl dropped her books right by the nerds foot. The nerd looked at her. Oh, it seems I dropped this. Let me pick it up. She bent down, her thing showing to the nerd and her girls almost falling out of the low dress. She gave an innocent look as the nerd oggled over her. There we go, hey, what's with the look? Is there something on me? The nerd shook his head yes and wiped away the nothing on her left breast. Santana gave a little smile at the boy and pushed him against his locker. The nerd was now all surprised at Santana and her little motions to him. Erm, Santana, what are you doing? Her hand was moving on his thigh, up and down, slowly. Of course this nerd was getting a little too hyped up about this. No one was in the hall now, mainly because class was in session and Santana had the urge to skip. Oh Jordan, ntohing at all. Is my hand bothering you? She gave him puppy eyes and he shook his head no. He reached his hands around and began to squeeze the a** she had, from under the mini dress. Santana was liking the feel of this and seeing Jordan act like this was really turning her on, of course she wouldn't admit it. We should continue this some other time. She let go of him and pushed him to the ground, the heel of her boot on his chest. Santana gave a little laugh and then walked off. She loved making the little nerds act like they actually had a chance with her. It was so exhilirating. Pain, other people's pain to be exact. That's what got Santana off.

Clicking was all you could hear on the flooring of the school's hallway. Where was it coming from, well none other than the heels of Santana's boots. She made her way to the history class. At least that's what class she thought she had, well whatever class she had, she was heading to. Santana made her way to the classroom door, pulling down her dress as far as it would go, she walked into the classroom with a straight face. Ick, the whole class was crawling with those freaks. Those wannabe popular kiddos who finally got their way. Well Santana wasn't going to stand for it. She looekd at the one and "accidentally" slapped him in the face. He got up and looked at her with anger. Oh sit your a** down, what are you going to do anyway, you have nothing! All the guy could possibly think was "what a b***h." He had long nasty hair and he didn't even bathe probably. Santana made her way to the back of the room. Of course the teacher was making his way to her to talk to her about language in class and probably send her to the office for her outfit. There was always a way to get out of trouble for Santana. Mr. Peters looked at her and she looked up at him. Hall. Now Santana! She tried to act disgusted and followed Mr. Peters into the hall. he was about twenty three and hot! So of course she couldn't resist him, and she knew he couldn't resist her, mainly because she was dating him. Or so he thought. Because she was in high school and under eighteen, she had to keep the whole thing a secret and go out with some other kid. It was more fun being with Mr. Peter's though. Yes Ben? He gave her a stern look. You don't use my first name in school and you know that. She gave a smile and wrapped her arms around his neck, whispering to him the whole time. Come with me to the bathroom? I've missed you. He pushed her off of him and looked ta her again. She crossed her arms and looked the other way, knowing she wasn't going to get her way right now. I'll take you out tonight. Promise. Santana looked up at him and smiled. That was better than her idea.

They walked back into the classroom with looks on their face. A stern one on Mr. Peter's face and a disgusted face on Santana's. She huffed and sat back down in her seat, slapping that one kid again. She wanted him to get the hint that meant cut your hair and take a bath! Oh how she despised those little scene kiddos. Santana was already thinking up ways of trying to get her reign back. It would only be a few more weeks before she actually put her plan in action. Just you wait and see, because the preps are coming back baby!

o o c ; ; Hello all!

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Santana watched the TV in her room, hoping for somethign exciting to happen as she watched the recording of her show Fringe. Of course right now it was juts a bunch fo talk, talk, talk. Nothing too important. She sighed and looked at the digital clock on the end table by her bed. It read 12:03. Finally something good happened in the show. They were now onto a lead about what was causing the deaths of these people and what these weird squid things were. What happened in this show would make people want to puke but to Santana, it was actually pretty interesting and she enjoyed it. Of course there was now way in hell she would ever give that little tip out. It was the same with Glee club. She loved to be in Glee, but if anyone dared ask about it, there was a quick answer to it. Hell to the ******** no.

Santana watched what was going on in the show ans her phone buzzed causing her to jump a foot in the air on her bed and bounce back up. She looked down to see a text from Puck. What did her want? All she was to him was basically a booty call. Santana sighed and read the message. A typical text from Puck. She wanted more from him but he was too obsessed with little miss Preggo Quinn Fabray. The princess of this little school, well not anymore. After it got out she was pregnant, her whole rep went downhill. She even lost little Finn. The boy she had been lying to the whole time. Of course this was the part where Santana tried to step in. Puck just pushed her away making Santana feel unwanted by the man she cared for.

To: Puck
From: Santana
Message: Why? So I can just be your girl for the night again.

Puck always acted like this. He would text her when he needed a night away from the world and she always got led into it. This time she wouldn't though. Santana was putting her foot down and she was going to be the girl who didn't give in so easily anymore. She would stand tall and act a different way, even if her heart told her to do else.

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Santana listened to the songs Jenna had played for the group and watched as Brittany sang along to both, as well as some of the others. She would have sang along if she wasn't so down right now. Being the Queen Bee in the school sure had consequences. Well Santana had to push them away for now. With a sly smile on her face she looked up at the goup. I have some suggestions. I think they're pretty perfect in fact. Fighter by Christina Aguilera ; Miss Independent by Kelly Clarkson ; or Before Your Love by Kelly Clarkson. I really think we could pull them off. Santana had a smirk on her face and she seemed a little proud of herself, even though she could think of a lot better things to suggest. Those ideas were good enough for now though. It killed her how Rachel had a full blown list for Mr. Schue with a bunch of different song choices. They were all probably some show tunes that only she and Ms. Pillsbury knew about, well and Kurt. All three of them were broadway people and that's probably where Rachel and Kurt would end up later in life if they even got that lucky.

Santana looked at Brittany who was now walking over to sit by her. Brittany was her best friend and the two were inseparable, no matter how stupid Brittany was at times, well all the time really. She was plain gorgeous though and fun to be with. Plus she had a kick a** attitude that really got people's attention. The girl was truly a blonde in so many ways but that's what made her so great to hang with and the fact that she was always helping Santana out with her problems really showed true friendship. Brittany gave a smile to Santana and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Don't you think this is so much fun. Singing and suggesting. Santana just smiled at her best friend and sighed. Today was getting a little better. I guess. Brittany knew there was somethign wrong with Santana but didn't want to bother with it. It wasn't going to help right now. We should go shopping later! Shopping always took both of their minds off of whatever was bugging them. Anytime Brittany said they should shop, Santana knew that the blonde had a clue about the girl's behavior.

Santana just smiled and rocked back and forth with her friend. Shopping sounds great. We need some new clothes too. She laughed and her face lit up at the thought of buying something new. She had an endless amount of money that she could spend because she was rich. And I was thinking about having a pool party with a couple of friends? Brittany heard the words "pool" and "party", well mostly the word party and looked around at the Glee members. Hey! Santana is having a party for us all! Santana sighed and looekd as her friend sat down. I guess that works too. She laughed once more and leaned her head on Brittany's shoulder. Thsi meant Puck would come because of Jenna and she would have to face being with him once more. Santana still missed Puck a little but if he was happy then she knew there was a reason he didn't want her.

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Santana looked down at the phone that was being silent and when she picked it up to say something else another text from Puck came in. She read the words he wrote, but how could she trust him after all that had just happened in their lives. No smile, no frown, her face was just neutral while she thought of something to say. What was there to say to him? All the times they had spent, he told her how she loved her and only her but that was all just a lie when she found out about Quinn and how the baby was Puck's. That was the day everyone found out, the day Finn found out. Everyone was shocked to see that Rachel went out on a limb and told Finn. Yet, no one stopped her no matter the consequence. They all talked about how they would prevent Rachel from saying anything but did thay? No, they let her go on and leak it to Finn, the man Quinn had betrayed those two months ago or whatever.

She looked at her phone once more and began to debate what she would do. Text him back or just drive down to his house, to end up standing at his door with shame written all over her face and then be dragged into another night of fun. She went with the latter and jumped off her bed, slipping her phone into the back pocket of her jeans. She slipped on some Sperry's and quietly made her way downstairs, being careful not wake up her parents or the kitten. God, if she woke the kitten it would just be meow, meow, meow and she would never shut the thing up.

As she slowly and quietly closed her car door, she looked back at her phone. It was now about 12:15. He was home alone, or so that's what he said. Where was his mom? Awh, well Santana didn't care about that right now. She was a little ashamed of herself for actually giving into Puck once more but if he dared to try anything, she would be quick to stop it, or so she hoped. Santana started the car and it was a bit loud so she got out of the driveway quickly, so her parents wouldn't hear, btu they were probably fast asleep anyway. She drove down the many streets until reaching Puck's. This is where her heart began to race and she was having thoughts about turning around, yet her feet decided to do somethign else. They moved her out of the car and to the door, where her finger pressed in the doorbell. Santana had her head down and was thinking all of this over. What was she going to say? "Sorry, this is all a mistake." No, that would be wrong. Santana sighed and waited for Puck to answer the door.

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First period was always a bore because it was in the morning and it was history class. Not to mention that today was Monday and that surely didn't make it all better. The week was going to drag on because she had to work on some stupid speech for her history class. And what was her speech about, she was assigned the French Revolution. How fancy! She hated everything to do with the country of France, well for the most part. Nienawidzę tej klasy Mr. Peter's heard Dakota say something and looked at her with a stern glare. Is there something you'd like to share with the rest of us Ms. Jameson? Dakota shook her head no and sighed after Mr. Peter's gave her a warning for talking while she was supposed to be researching. Dakota was born to a Polish family that spoke mostly nothing but the language at home. So to get back at people and spite them, you could bet she would speak in her native tongue. She looekd away form her book on the boring Revolution from the French and noticed a couple of people in the class that she kind of knew but not completely. There was the head cheerleader, Nolee, the history nerd, Preston, and then the pretty cute supposed musician, Josh. Dakota was in love with Josh btu he wouldn't care. He only focused on his music most of the time, and Kota was always busy taking pictures of everything in sight. One day she would become a famed photographer who whoever around the world. That was her dream and she was going to make it happen, even if it meant she would have to push people out of her way to reach the goal.

Dakota went on to read about the fall of the Bastille and whatever else that was important about France and this time. It was a boring subject and she had never cared to learn about the past unless she had something to do with it, which most times was unlikely. Dakota sat right next to Preston and leaned over to ask him a question. Hey, Prezzy, Do you want to do this assignment for me? Preston gave her a look and sighed. How about no. Dakota hated the answer no and when she sat back in her seat, there was Mr. Peter's, giving her that same look. Dakota whispered to herself, hoping this would make everything start to fall into place with sense sprinkled around it. Dlaczego zawsze na mnie spojrzeć? Mr. Peters gave another warning to the girl with just a glare and then went back to doing whatever it was that he was doing on his computer. The class was so silent and she hated that. If she could, she would bust into song right here and now, even if she looked like an idiot.

The French Revolution was a time of importance for the country of France and their government. That was all Dakota had written down on her paper for now and it sounded crappy. She crumpled the piece of notebook paper up and slowly she got up from her chair and walked to the trashcan, where she dropped the paper ball and looked out the classroom door to see the art class decorating the halls for Christmas. Wow, it was that close to the holiday and Dakota hadn't even begun to think about what to ask for, if she evn got anything this year. No, she wasn't poor but sometimes her family would forget in the midst of all that went on. This year she would surely remind them of the holiday and hope for a new laptop, maybe a new camera, photo studio or whatever. Anything that would help her get on her way into the world of photography.













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Dlaczego zawsze na mnie spojrzeć? means Why does he always look at me?

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Graduation was earlier that morning and now Dakota was helping her parents set up for the little graduation party she was holding for her and her seven other friends. They were now adults in this world and could do whatever they wanted to do. Dakota's mom waddled slightly and her dad was busy hanging stuff up, decorations or whatever porbably outside out by the pool and deck. Dakota still held the secret about her mother's affair, and it was killing her to still keep the secret. She was just waiting for the day dad found out or for when mom finally files for divorce. Either way, that's when Dakota could finally be relived of it all. She pulled out her phone and looked for certain people to text. Mainly the people she knew very well, those people being the one's attending this little freedom party.


To ;; Everybody
From ;; Kota Bear
Message ;; How does it feel to be free from that prison?


She laughed and tapped the send button on her Xenon, which came from ATT. Dakota wasn't' exactly rich but she got everything she wanted. She lived in a large house, but that was due to the fact she had a lot of siblings in her family. About five to be exact, minus herself. She had the perfect friends, the perfect guy, and of course, every piece of clothing a girl could ask for. There seemed to be something missing though, something subtle and out of the ordinary. Dakota wasn't naturally a talkative person, one that was all over the place. What did they call those types of people, oh yeah, social butterflies. She tensed up talking to people she didn't know at all, or even people she knew very well. Everyone but her boyfriend. What a strange thing that was!

Dakota watched her mom move awkwardly around the deck table and bar and then watched her make her way back inside the house. Dakota wondered how her father had yet to figure out about mom's recent pregnancy. Oh well, it's wasn't her problem at all. She had other things to worry about right now. Dakota went back to making the food for the party. They would have anything and everything. From burgers to deviled eggs. You name it, Dakota made it. She was a cook at heart, but photography took that spot the first time she laid her hands on a camera. That was back when she was about twelve. Dad had brought home one of those old looking camera's and so little Kota decided to play with it. In the time that her father wasn't paying attention, Dakota was busy taking multiple shots of the house and of her father. When her father finally realized the girl had tampered with it, he took it up and then examined what damage she may have caused. He came upon the wondrous photos, and then looked at the twelve year old before him. Dakota, these are wondeful. A wide eyed girl looked up at her father with a confused look because she had no idea what he was even talking about. What do? Her father showed the pictures and Kota gasped at what she had done. I did that? She pointed at the film and her father nodded with a smile. Ever since then, she had been wokring on perfecting the skill she had learned she had long ago.

It was about 12:30 by the looks of the sundial on the deck, and Dakota was growing tired of setting up so she snuck into the house and stowed away in her room. Brightly colored green walls decorated the room, as well as blue and purple spirals all over the walls and ceiling. Dakota had designed this room herself after turning ten. She said it had to be her way or else she would run away, and the girl was not lying at that. So it happened and Kota had loved it ever since. One wall, the wall by the window, was covered with random photographs of her and her boyfriend from day one of their relationship. Yes, that dated back about five years ago. Each pictured showed how the two had grown up from little kids to young adults to now, adults. She loved to look at each photograph and remember the story behind them all. Her favorite had to be the one she took of him sitting on the park bench in the snow. The snow, she loved it like she loved the summer. If she could mix the two then it would be bliss, btu alas, that would never happen. Dakota flopped onto her bed and stared at the ceiling, waiting for time to pass by.






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Lillian just looked out her bedroom window instead of packing up for the greatest adventure she could possibly ever hope for. This summer was going to be much different than the many years of going swimming at the beach and shopping at the mall. This summer would be spent in the country, and she wasn't going to be alone. No, Josh would be there, and so would Ami and Zander. It was bound to be tons of fun. Lily really wasn't hyped up as she was the days before because as the days went on, she was beginning to feel differently about it all. What if they got lost, what if they never returned to their home? So many worries in the girl's head.

As she packed up, she picked up her phone to see it was about noon. Maybe they could all have lunch before this escape to a new summer happened. So many great things could come from thsi but they just had to look for it. The four of them always were tied down to this big city and now they needed to explore the est of the world, one step at a time. Lily made her way with a packed suitcase and phone in hand to her brother's room. Josh was sitting on his bed watching TV, his suitcase on the floor closed shut. I was thinking all four of us could have lunch before we head out. How does that sound? She gave a smile and hopped on the bed next to Josh, hugging him. She loved her brother though they were always fighting about something stupid.

Josh had packed the night before and just sat in his room watching TV like usual. He didn't procrastinate and he was always done, unlike Lillian. He was watching CSI and thinking about what it would be like to be in their position. Since Josh was eight and had begun watching the show, he always dreamt of becoming one of them, and soon enough, after graduation, he would go on to fulfill that dream. Josh sat on the edge of his bed answering the questions in hsi mind about what was going on in the show. He knew who the killer was, how the person was killed, it was simple.

Lily walked into his room a few minutes after the show had ended and she began to ask about lunch. Yeah, that sounds cool. Pulling out his phone, he looked at the time to see it was noon and that the four of them wouldn't leave til about one. It was going to be so different out in the country but it had to be fun, right? One could only hope so.

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The house that Lily's family was right in a nice neighborhood and she had a great view of none other than, the other house. What an exciting view. It wasn't really and she wished she had the room her twin Josh had. Lily had boxes filling her room and she had a few of her belongings out. It was a Saturday afternoon, well it was an hour til afternoon but it was close enough. She brushed her bangs back and felt them fall back down over her. Pushing them to the side, she looked around her plain white room. Seeing as her dad had now retired from the military, they bought a house to live in rather than rent. That meant soon enough Lillian could do whatever she wanted to her room. She was thinking of putting up some blacklights and painting her room a pink or something. It would be different, that's for sure. Lily opened up the next box and started to set the contents on her bed and her dresser. This box caintained books, collectibles, and things like that. She looekd at the one item, it was a picture of her and her best friend Leslie. Oh how she loved Leslie, she was so much fun to spend time with and she was a bunch of crazy.

Lily heard someone call her name and then saw Josh standing at her doorway. Mom needs you downstairs. She sighed and walked to the doorway, pushing Josh out of the way and continuing with running down the stairs to her mom in the kitchen. Honey, can you help me make some sandwiches for everyone? She shrugged and walked over to help her mom. It took maybe about ten minutes and Lily didn't understand why her mom needed help with it. Eating her sandwich, LIly walked outsaide to the backyard and just sat on the grass and looked up. She hadn't met the neighbors yet but her mom had said they were nice and that they ahd a son. Wonder what the school will be like? It was summer, or it felt like that. They had moved to California and apparently the son of the family next door loved to surf. Lily knew nothing about surfing because she had never lived anywhere that people did that. She played soccer and that was where her heart laid. It was her sport and she enjoyed it.

The sun was beating down and she just laid on thew grass now, looking up at the sun, she smiled at the sun. It was a nice day and the sky had about a few clouds, then a voice interuppted her relaxing. LILY! UNPACK SOME MORE! Lily jumped up to see Josh yewlling at her, she found a small rock on the ground and thre it at his head. Why don't you! She stood up and began to act like a stuck up. Running into thew house and up to her room, she looked out the window to see the son of the other family, weith a girl nontheless. That ruined anything that Lily had thought of. She just walked to her bed and sighed, flopping down.

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Lillian sat on her bed, bored as ever and that's when her kitten finally made an appearance. For the last two days it had been hiding under her bead and now it was probably comfortable with the house. Ariel, this is going to be tough. She sighed and Ariel jumped onto her lap, giving little mews because she wanted attention. Lily smiled at Ariel and began to pet her and before you knew it, the cat was asleep on her lap. She moved Ariel slowly off her lap and began to unpack some more. It would occupy her worried mind and maybe make thigns feel more at home. While unpacking, she noticed a boy sitting in the window right across from hers, he was doing something. Writing it seemed. Lillian looked at him and smiled, it was the same boy who had the girl with him earlier but she was now gone. Lily gave a wave to the boy hoping he would notice her. Seeing as she got nothing back, Lillian went back to unpacking some soccer trophies and such.

Josh was in the room next to hers blasting music and it was bothering Lily beyond belief, so for revenge, she began to play some Miley Cyrus and Selena Gomez, even though Lily hated both of them as musicians. As people and actresses, they were ok. Eventually Josh came over to her room with a glare and Lily played innocence. Turn that s**t down. She acted like she couldn't hear him until Josh made his way over to her boombox and that's when she threw a trophy at him. Hit him square in the jaw. I'm telling mom now you little brat. Lily shrugged at Josh and just giggled. Go right ahead meathead. Slamming the door behind him, Lily just went back to unpacking. She picked up the trophy thrown at Josh and set it on the dresser next to another.

After unpacking for what seemed like forever, Lillian was now finished. She sat on her bed with a smile, her face looking out the window at the boy. She tried to act like she wasn't staring at him but it was hard not too. He was attractive and seemed to be occupied with his writing anyway. Finding a book beside her, she picked it up and began to read it. There was nothing to do and she knew Josh had never gone to tell on her.

[l i v beckoned - - -]

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Lillian got up that morning with no care in the world and a smile on her face, even though she had school today. School, she dreaded it after that stupid rumor about her and that emo kid, Robert, were going out. Like really, did anyone think that just because Lily was always a flirt with every guy, it didn't mean she was going to tie herself down to someone, especially if they had depression issues and always harmed themselves. It didn't matter, because soon enough Lily would prove that little rumor wrong, she just had to find the right opportunity. With yawn and a stretch, the young female walked to her bathroom, tying her hair up in a ponytail and pushing her bangs out of her eyes and gazing into the mirror at her lovely reflection. Giving a kiss to her reflection, Lilian unclothes herself and hopped into the warm stream of water that was coming from the shower head. After about thirty minutes, she revealed herself to a cold room with nothing but a towel on her petite body. She walked to her bed to find clothes laid out from the previous night. Slipping them on, she walked to the mirror in the corner of her room and did a 360 degree turn to see her wonderful self before grabbing her purse, phone, gray coat, and blue suede heels.

Lillian had about maybe, twenty minutes before she had to leave and she wanted to get there soon. She walked downstairs to see her brother sitting there eating. Lillian was a triplet, there was Josh and Tom, her two brothers, then she had a little sister, Nicole. Lastly, there were the twins Missy and Mark. Let's say Lillian had a big family and she was actually glad about it all. Josh looked at her and Tom finished up whatever homework he didn't do the previous night. Lil, will you drive us to school? Lillian set her coat over one of the high chairs, her purse and phone on the island. What happened to your car? Josh gave a face and Lillian sighed. She knew it was out of gas, totaled, or just Josh didn't feel like driving. Fine... Glancing at the clock, she had maybe, fifteen minutes and Lily wasn't all that hungry. Grabbing her keys, she made her way out the front door and to the mint green Mustang convertible sitting in the driveway. Josh was right behind her, and that meant Tom was taking the bus, which was for the best. Sliding into the driver's seat, she stuck the key into the ignition and let her baby roar to life. She spent the whole summer and Christmas break last year saving up for this car and it was a dream come true when she bought it.

It took about five minutes to get to school and when she got there and parked the car, Josh was long gone after she got out. Lillian shook her head and made her way to the school building, she would have to find Alexis and whoever else. By the looks of it, it didn't seem like Alexis was here yet, so Lillian just sat outside by herself and waited. She would have gone to her locker if she had stuff in there. Who actually kept stuff in there, not Lily. There was no reason to if she never brought home anything or was assigned anything. Let's just say this girl had it easy for being a senior. As she looked around, she saw him, the emo. It made Lillian want to gag. Why would anyone imagine her with that? She shuddered and looked away, hoping he wouldn't dare walk over to her. Now Lillian was an overall happy and kind person but some people made her sick and she despised them, him the most because he was probably the one who started that rumor or his friend the druggie did. Whoever it was, they were going down without any say in it.

[l i v beckoned - - -]

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Josh didn't do much in the morning except try to remember the crazy party he went to the night before and what had happened there. Did he get laid? Did he pass out? Did he get so drunk he puked? It was all a blur, and to help with that he hopped into the shower after falling out of bed all groggy. It didn't do much, so he stepped out and walked to his bedroom, finding some simple clothes and putting them on. He ran down the stairs with an immense headache and the room spinning around him, then he just walked up to the island and sat down on the chair next to it. He laid his head down and tried to get some sleep but Tom came down and ruined it all for him. Hey man, do you have the science assignment? I'm not taking science, I don't have too. Tom was the stupid one out of the trio. Lillian and Josh, they were better off than Tom and would probably get somewhere nice in life, well maybe Lillian. Josh would just be the same guy he was now. Using charm to get away with stuff. Let's say that he even got in bed with the science teacher, Mrs. Jameson, just so she didn't make him take the senior science class, the AP one.

Lillian finally showed her face in the kitchen and Josh looked up at her. Lil, will you drive us to school? What happened to your car? Instead of explaining the party and himself, he just gave her the look and she got it all right away. Fine... She would do anything for her brother, just him, not Tom. The two walked out to the car, Tom stayed inside finishing homework, he was probably going to try and catch the bus. When they finally reached the school, Josh was gone right after Lily parked the car. He made his way into the building to try and find someone to talk to, or find some lucky gal to use his charm and get him a number.

Walking into the school, he looekd around to see Becky, the girl he had his eye on since about eighth grade or even earlier than that. Josh made his way over to her and then whispered into her ear. Hey babe. He used to same technique on every girl, but more so for Becky. He felt something different with this girl. Something that made him want to give up his lifestyle for good but that wouldn't happen. That headache came back again and he winced in pain from it but tried to keep a smile on his face as he sat down by the girl and removed the book from her hands, carefully bookmarking her page. You really need to give up reading for a while. Do they have a reader's anonymous? Josh gave his famous laugh and then the famous smile. It made every girl fall to their feet with one look and the made them crawl to him and well you get the picture.

[l i v beckoned - - -]

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Sighing about her brother leaving her, Lillian walked into the school and made her way to the lockers, well her locker. 32-38-8 It opened with ease and she looked at herself in the mirror that was on the inside of the locker door. Lillian had mirrors with her at all times, it was key to look her best at all times, because if she didn't then she might as well become one of those emo freaks or worse. Lillian wondered how that Brookelle chick had even made it to be like herself. She was pretty and all, but in a scene or emo type of way, nothing like a normal, popular type of way. Lillian shut the locker door, and then turned on her heel to begin walking in the direction of the music hall it seemed. This was where she found Mister Musician all alone, at his locker and with his guitar and that other instrument he had. Lillian walked over to him and pushed her back against the locker beside him. Hey Jamie. She said this with innocence and a bit of seduction. Lillian was a flirt, a mysterious seductress. Whatever Lillian wanted, she basically got with the escaping of words and a pretty voice. I was wondering if you wanted to join me for dinner tomorrow night? She batted her eyes at him and then pursed her lips. She had to try so hard at times not to be such a slut, but it wasn't easy. If she did, then she would be just like Josh, a whore nontheless. Pulling out a little piece of paper, she scribbled some numbers down and stuck it in his pocket, then walked off to find Alexis. It wasn't that hard to make a guy think she wanted them, but it was better to. She loved to mess with their heads, make them think they had a chance.

Lillian walked down the halls and then saw Alexis, she walked towards the head chick. Hey babe. Lillian had a smile on her face and then saw Minerva standing there as well. Erm, Hello She didn't know Minerva all that well but she could start to get to know the female. Lillian just looked at her and the pulled out a mirror and a tube of lip gloss, carefully applying it to her luscious lips, her perfect lips let's add that to it. Looking at Lillian, she was a picture of pure perfection, the girl who should have been Queen Bee but never had thought of it. She was fine where she stood in popularity. She was part of the elite "in crowd" and that was good enough for her, and if it ever came down to her having the chance at Queen Bee, she wouldn't want it. It would be a hell of a day if she was. Lillian wondered how Alexis took it all with ease. She pulled out her phone and looked at the time. Maybe she could find out what her jackass brother was doing.

To: Loser
From: Lily
Message: Who are you bugging now?

It didn't take long for him to text back and when she saw he was with Becky, she couldn't help but let out an Awhhhhh! Of course that got a few looks and she shook her head and gave a hand to tell them not to worry about it. She didn't like explaining things to people.


To: Loser
From: Lily
Message: Don't screw anything up.

Send was hit and Lillian gave a yawn. The past few days she had gotten little sleep because of Josh leaving in the middle of the night to head out to some parties and mom was coming over to gather the few remaining items she had, as well as try to talk dad into having Missy and Mark move in with her. Of course that caused a lot of yelling and had all six of the kids staying up at night just listening to them argue about how her dad was keeping all of the kids and that mom needed to get her a** out of his house and never show her ugly face here again. They used to be such lovebirds until mom went rogue and began to act like a totally different person. Apparently the guy mom left dad had a son and that son was a half brother of Lillian, Josh, and Tom. Just those three because Nicole, Missy, and Mark had yet to be born, or even thought of. It was a shame and Lillian hoped this guy wasn't her brother or had any relations to her at all.