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 Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 8:37 pm
Anna rolled her eyes "Uhuh well now you have a chance to bea little y and flirt" she said not even wanting to do it herself
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 8:41 pm
Samantha shuddered.
"Me? Flirt? Are you fricking kidding me? I don't flirt. I show up boys. I kick dirt in their faces when I beat them in races, and in sparring. I box, I do tae kwon doe, I do kempo. I DON'T flirt." she replied, with an emphasis on the word "Don't.".
She rolled her eyes at her cousin. A boy walked up to her and looked at her disapprovingly.
"You run?" he asked.
"What's it to ya?" Samantha replied, suspision hot in her voice.
"Nothing in particular, except for the fact that you're mouthing off about beating the boys. Put your money where your mouth is."
"I don't beleive we were placing bets."
"You, me, courtyard, lunch. Be there."
"Or be square? Get ready to get spanked, lil boy." she said, while waving the boy away.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 8:47 pm
Anna groaned and sighed "You need to be more calmer" she said softly. She pulled her black y jacket out of her back pack and out it on over her white chemical romance shirt. She looked down at her studded belt and tight dark blue skinny jeans with her pretty black and white new converse. Her hair was nicely done with a black and white ribbon, her black thick curls bouncing witht he ribbons.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 8:57 pm
Samantha scoffed.
"Honey, I am calm. It's that little boy over there who challenged me did it. Now he must face my wrath." Samantha replied with a cheeky grin.
"And you know how I get when someone challenges me to a race above all things. You know how all of us," she said, speaking of everyone in her immidiate family, "Get when someone challenges us to a race."
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 9:00 pm
"Ah the famous Erikka's genes" she said softly to her cousin she smiled and rolled her eyes "you could be different" she said softly.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 9:02 pm
"Nah." Samantha replied while leaning back in her chair, balancing it on two legs.
"I'm too bitchy and stubborn to change"
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 9:05 pm
((Sorry kinda busy)) Jason heard what little Kaylynn, and forgot about his Son,Jaimie was so like him..."Jaimie?"he knocked on his Door, he was probably still sleeping. But he might get Late for School. "Jaimie im going in.."he opened the door and thought i knew it, still asleep... He tried to wake Jaimie up and sucessfully did it. They both went down stairs seeing Kaylynn and Leah together. "Kaylynn, wont you get hurt going in a Bike all alone to School?" He said..."C'mon lets take the Car" he told them and lead them to the Car.Little Jaimie was kinda annoyed of Waking up, he slept late last night because of playing his PS3. *sighs* It would have been better if i didnt play, and i couldve studied... he thought...The Car: 
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 9:05 pm
Anna smiled "Obviously" she mumbled. "You know I'm wondering if you're ever going to find a guy?" she said softly and gently.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 12:43 am
Kim giggled and kissed him back. "Nopthing. i just woke up and was singing goodmornin' happy to see another happy day. ... Which was obviously made happier by your pressence." She said smiling then kissed him again on that note.
Quil pulled up in front of claires school. When she got off the bike he kissed her. Then he said "Okay my chocolatey claire. I'll be back to pick you up after schools out.. or maybe earlier. But you will definitely be able to see my ride... or even hear it half way across campus if you can't find me." He said making his own little joke he did every morning he droped her off.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 1:20 am
Then kim's stomach growled very loudly since she just woke up and hadn't eaten breakfast. "Oops... I didn't eat my breakfast yet... I got too excited when I heard you at the door i forgot to eat breakfast." She said blushing as her stomache growled again.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 8:12 am
Claire smiled and got off kissing him goodbye "Ok, bye hunny" she said softly and walked onto the campus and into her first class. She sighed and sat in the way back seeing her friends she waved and then teacher called the class to atention.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 2:27 pm
Renesmee, Renesmee laughed at Jacob, scratching behind his ears. "Ready?" She asked him, stretching her left leg farther behind her right one, about to shoot off and cure her thirst. The dimness of the forest and the feeling of mist against her skin comforted her. As all the warm, delicious smells of blood, she felt as if they were just beckoning her closer. Come eat me, come eat me, the animals seemed to say. Of course, they were probably thinking something along the lines of the very opposite of that.
Paul walked along the beach, wearing nothing except for his new khaki shorts and a yellow baseball cap. He wore it forward, not wanting to join the 'wear your hat backwards or sideways' party. It just wasn't him. He missed Rachel, debating in his mind how soon to pop the question. Marriage was something he often thought about, especially with someone as amazing and lovely as Jacob's big sister, although he didn't often think of her as Jacob's sibling or Billy's daughter. Paul just thought of her as Rachel. Then a thought popped into his mind. Did Rachel ever think of matrimony too?
Seth was walking slowly through the forest, then he heard his phone ring. He phased, pulling his jeans off his right leg, and pulling them on. The phone still laid firm in his pocket, and he pulled it off. It was already obvious that it was Scarlette, as he had a special ring tone for her-his favorite song, which reminded him so much of her. That's why it was his favorite. He pulled open his cell phone, reading over the text. Don't worry, you'll be home soon enough Scarlette. I already miss you, and I'm sure your mom and dad do, too. What class do you have first? There, that seemed like an innocent enough text. It didn't make it sound like he had imprinted on her before she was born. After all, he didn't want to scare her, because she probably didn't even like him that way anyway.
Emily laughed at Sam. "Don't cry. Just be patient." She told him sternly. Then she walked over and sat by Lily. She looked so much like her mother and father that it astonished her. Then show she was watching had little characters running around, retelling the story of the three little pigs. She watched as the phony looking pigs ran to the brick house, awaiting the big bad wolf to come blow their house down. "Could you blow the brick house down?" Emily teased her husband, "or are you to peaceful?"
Nye shuddered, running into his homeroom, making sure his brother followed. The room was painted a creamy white with many 'Follow your dream posters' taped onto the left wall. The right wall across from the poster, encased models of the bone structures of random creatures. From birds, to rodents, to the humblest of fish. All of them with sharp edges and pointy teeth and beaks still there-but for the fish it was minus the teeth, but they still had the sharp edges. His phone vibrated in his back pocket, and he put his hand in to shut it off. He figured the old woman of a teacher wouldn't appreciate Nye texting in class.
Iolo trailed along with Nye into the room, taking a seat beside him. He assessed the posters on the well left of him, and the bone models on the right. It would be slightly frightening for a human. Iolo figured he would have to warm Sierra Jill about the Science room. Then he looked over his shoulder at the teacher. She was tall, standing about five foot eight inches, and not fat, but still had rolls along the bottom of her stomach. Her figure was lanky, but not in a good way. Her nose was higher than necessary, and her lips were very thin. Approximation for age would be about seventy-five. The woman didn't look courteous, or fun-let alone pleasant. He would have to warn her about the teacher too.
Toby walked into their homeroom, Olive's silky, pink hair bouncing along in his face. "Did you even think of cutting that off?" Then he flinched as she hit him in the arm. Then he rolled his eyes. His sister was so vein and took everything personal. Toby would admit, his twin was pretty, but her vanity often got annoying. She wasn't cocky or arrogant or anything, just vein. She was cute, and looked a lot like their mother, Emily. Well, she had the same facial features, and their expressions looked the same. But nobody knew where she got her hair and eyes. Or his eyes for that matter. Plus her hair was a bit thinner than her mother's, but still thick all the same. And it was straight instead of wavy, another difference.
Olive walked into the room, Toby following along behind. She could hear her hair bouncing along below her white headband. Then anger bubbled up inside of her as her brother told her that she should cut her hair. How dare he? She turned around and smacked him in the arm, sincerely hoping it hurt. Then she turned around and walked farther into the small room, taking a seat. Olive looked down at her white tank top, knowing that she wouldn't stain it. She was the one daughter that mother and father aloud to wear the color. It brought out her thin shape, and the curves that sat right where they should. Then she glanced even lower at her Bermuda shorts, colored medium blue, and quite expensive. Then she was wearing white ballet flats, which she balance perfectly in. Her outfit was perfectly color coded, all white with blue jeans. And if she got cold, she could pull her jean jacket out of her locker-the jean jacket that was the same color as her shorts.
Karina nodded, looking as if she were looking at the paper the school gave her at the exact moment. "Completely sure," she answered with one last, firm nod of her head. Then she played with a strand of her dark brown hair, looking out across. "We should probably get going," she murmured, knowing her cousins would hear. After all, they all had werewolf hearing. Then she leaned against her bright blue bike, comparing it to her sister's orange one. They were the same model, just in different colors.
Hadria walked away, the school slightly giving her the creeps. "Okay, lets get this crap over with." she put her palms against the handle bars of her bike, wondering why her sister was staring at both of them. She bit her lip, feeling the nervous chills going up and down her spine, the former thrilled energy being turned into genuine nervous energy. She smiled across at her cousins. "Ready?" She wondered, just saying her thoughts out loud. Then she hopped onto the seat, not moving yet, but waiting for Karina, Saul, and Emileah. On of her solos played through her head, and Hadria imagined playing it, the notes beautiful in her mind. the vampire with a beating heart
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 3:24 pm
Sam beamed at her "No I take the pretty fair maidens and make hem mine" he said winking at her. "I'm what they call a romantic wolf" he said softly.
Jake growled playfully and ran after Nessie when she stopped and found something he smiled and panted. he waited for her to finish.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 3:53 pm
((HELP! someone tell me what is going on. My brain is being gay and is drained of creativity lately so that is why i like am never posting.))
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 4:00 pm
Renesmee, Renesmee watched him closely, deciding to get started. Then she nodded to him, and went after a scent. It smelled like fox, then Nessie stopped. She didn't want to go after a canine, and offend her husband in the process. The easiest way to hunt in front of him was to go for the feline-Felis concolor, or mountain lion. Nessie climbed up a steep hill, searching for the scent of a puma. When the smell finally wafted its way into her noise, packing itself in, she quickly strode up towards it. Then the animal turned its head towards her, seeing the killing machine in front of it. Renesmee smiled evily at it, knowing not to tease it, but she couldn't help but chuckle a bit. Then she dug her heels into the ground and pounced, looking quite cat like herself. She landed on the back of the animal, staying on as the huge male roared and swayed under her weight. But, Nessie kept her ground, not letting go for a second. The mountain lion threw back its head, growling loudly. Then Renesmee decided to quit hesitating, and she dug her mouth into the ruff of fur on the animal's neck. She had no poisen to numb the animal with, so she had to kill it quickly and as painlessly as possible. Her mouth was quickly filled with the sweet tasting blood. Renesmee tilted her head back and swallowed, before going in for more. Five minutes later, the animal lay sprawled across the ground, completely drained of its blood. She sighed, wishing she didn't have to hurt Forks natural wildlife just to feed. Then a breeze picked up, slightly ruffling the dead puma's fur, creating quite a dramatic effect.
Emily giggled, sounding like a little ten year old school girl. She watched as the screen flickered a bit, and the wolf came onto the screen, taking a long, ragged breath, and letting it out the same way; the house didn't budge. Emily walked over and sat beside him, heat already radiating off of him from the mere six feet or so away. "So you're not the stereotypical 'big bad wolf' that Lily always speaks of? The one that made me shake in my boots when I was a young girl like her?" Her tone was flat, but there was a playfulness in her eyes that was unmistakable. "The one that gave me nightmeres? And sometimes still does?" Her voice got lower, and by now she was laughing. Emily pulled her whole body on the couch and faced him, her deep, brown eyes flickering with amusement. She got into a cat crouch, ready to playfully attack him if need be, but then she rolled back, sitting with her legs out. Her eyes slowly got lighter-their original color, although they were still dark- and the sparkling was replaced with curiosity. She slid down closer to him, her legs hanging off the edge of the couch like they should be. The soft, brown velvet of the couch rubbed against her calves as she slid down. Her hair was in her face, and she excitedly stared at him, readily awaiting his answer. the vampire with a beating heart
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