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 Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 10:01 pm
  Camilla exited her home with her little brother following right behind her; considering she had hold of his arm. She just wanted to drive to school and get there a few minutes before her first class, creative writing, started at seven thirty. Though her mother just had to catch her just before she escaped and force her to take her brother to school. She told her little brother to get into the car as she buckled her seat belt. Her car was just a simple truck that was the color of beige. It wasn't her first choice of a car but that's all her mother would allow her to have. A used car while most of the kids at the school had those expensive , nice cars that any one would like to have.
Camilla wasn't poor or rich. Just an average person living in the dreary suburban life of theirs. Her eyes were narrowed as she focused on just getting her brother to school. It wasn't that she wanted to get to school right on time because she liked school. She didn't actually. She really just wanted to get through it all and get on with her life. It was all drama and no matter where you went, it always found you. Of course, she liked to cause drama that didn't affect her at all, and liked watching people struggle with their own lives because it amused her but that didn't mean she was cold-hearted. She just liked having some fun, and teasing others. She naturally is a nice person but really, if you are rude to her, she is rude back. If you disrespect her, she will disrespect you back.
If you know Camilla , you know her. Of course, she is mysterious here and there, no doubt about it but she tries to tell you what's on her mind if she really can't hold it in.
She heard the passenger door open which caught her out of her daze. Watching her brother leave the car, she gave a late wave goodbye. Well it was more of a let-me-hold-my-hand - up and say this is a good , goodbye gesture.
Pulling out quickly of the middle-school parking lot, she went down the street towards her own school. She scanned her the parking lot for a decent spot and managed to snag one before any of the snotty, rich kids got it in their fancy , spotless cars.
Grabbing her leather, messenger bag along with her books and binder . Of course, she couldn't forget her giant , green tea with ginseng and honey tea that was still decently cold for her to drink satisfyingly. For some reason when she walked, it seemed as though she glided a bit. Today though, she seemed to fly across the ground as she made her way as quickly as she could to her creative writing class with a minute to spare.
She had bad cardio and so she was panting like a fish out of water. Of course, she took some deep breathes before she entered into the classroom. It wasn't always attractive to be panting in front of familiar faces who would give weird looks or say something stupid to some how hurt her feelings. Brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes, she took her seat in the middle of the class. She was exactly in the middle and she was rarely called on so it worked out.
Dropping her bag on the ground next to her seat, and planting her books onto her desk, she was ready to get the class over with. Of course she liked writing but at the same time, the topics they gave them were pathetic at times and only made Camilla dread being there more.
Camilla looked at the time, at the front of the class then at her book. She didn't want to look around, and make any eye contact with anyone. Deciding it probably looked ridiculous of her just staring at her book, she then decided to just doodle which was more of mini art. As she did this, she waited for class to start, do what she had to do and wait for it to be time to leave and get on with the day. Of course, she couldn't get her mind off of the talk that's been going around. Hercule's party tonight which she doesn't want to go to for certain reasons, then the whole valentine's day and dance was another thing she was dreading. Of course she wouldn't mind enjoying the love day but she doubting she would be asked to be someone's valentine , let alone date to the dance. Who knows what will happen but in the mean time, she had to deal with everything else. 
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 10:57 pm
B L A K E ciero M A R Y N
Otherwise known as a one "Captain Hook."
The K I N G of the DARKSEAS.  Blake put his hands on the edge of the pool, pulling himself up and sitting on the cold tile. Water dripped from his black hair down his cheeks and onto his lips, the taste of chlorine filling his throat. As if it wasn't enough that he'd been doing nothing but swimming laps for the last hour. No matter how much he dried himself off, he knew he was going to end up smelling like the chemical at least until lunch. Perhaps by then the smell of those around him and the general stank of the cafeteria would overwhelm it.
Of course, he was used to this. With swim team every morning, the chlorine had become a part of his morning routine. The slight red burn in his eyes, the smell, the dry skin, he was used to it all. He was just glad he wasn't blonde. Though, having that green hair might be kind of cool looking.
At least, Ruthie wore it well.
Blake raised his hands to his head and pulled off the black goggles that were pressed over his eyes. Red rimmed his dark brown irises, so dark they looked black, as they roved the room. Looking for the blonde head of hair that belonged to his teammate. Ruthie. Her hair never got too green, despite its light color. And even if it did, he was sure she would still wear it beautifully. God, she was so pretty. All the time. No matter what she was wearing. So of course she'd want to be with some pretty guy. And he wasn't that.
Still, didn't mean he couldn't try.
Blake rose to his feet and ran the hand not holding his goggles through his damp hair, feeling the way it all stood-up on end naturally with satisfaction. He liked his hair. Not many people had hair that stood up like his. He felt like it made him stand out, even if it was just a little bit. But every little bit counted. He shook his head vigorously, sending water everywhere, and made his way to the nearest bank of lockers. He popped the lock on number 74 open and grabbed his towel, quickly wiping down his hair and head before moving to his arms. He turned his head ever so slightly and watched Ruthie from the corner of his eye. Peripheral vision was great. He didn't like her to know that he was watching. She'd probably rag on him for it. And he didn't need that. He didn't need for her to think he was desperate. That would be mortifying...
Blake turned his eyes back to the inside of his locker and tossed the towel inside. He pulled out his t-shirt and tugged it on over his head. It clung to the still damp parts of his skin and to the waistband of his trunks, but that would dry on the way to school. And if it didn't, well. That wouldn't be anything new.
"Mr. Smee, we must save the lad from himself."
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Posted: Tue Sep 14, 2010 11:26 pm
charles.adam.terran
❦T A R Z A N❦
"I wish I could see the w o r l d in black and white the way you do." Chaz felt the wind pushing back his hair as he ran, the sun against his forehead and shoulders. A bright grin was plastered on his face and he jumped the next hurdle on the track without even thinking about it. The leap felt so natural. Like he shouldn't be doing anything other than running around in a circle and jumping over things early in the morning. At least, that was what it felt like for him. He couldn't say anything for the other people running around with him. Ethan was there, and so was Rem. Those were the two he knew, at any rate. Both good people. Good runners. Great teammates when it came to relays. And Ethan had a sprint that was awe-inspiring. Chaz was more of an endurance runner and a jumper himself. The hurdles, the long jump, those were his favorites. Sure, he could run for quite some time at a good speed, but there was something about the jumps that made his heart skip a beat. For one moment every time he pushed off the ground he was flying. It was the most amazing feeling.
Chaz focused again on what he was actually doing and jumped over the next hurdle. There he was. Flying in that one glorious moment. It was just him and the air and the sun and gravity wasn't even a part of his life. All in that one moment. And then his feet touched the ground again, and he was running. Preparing for that next leap. For that next moment of just him and the air and the sun. The goofy grin was still plastered on his face as he ran. Man did he love doing this.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 4:58 am
 x x★ x x x┊ Ӄ ε ʋ ɩ ɳx✸xȽ ɩ
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☽☾xxxA sharp whistle filled the air in the pool area of Clairemont High, drawing the attention of an occupant currently sitting in the bottom of the man made body of water. His time was up, as well as his capacity to stay under the water for so long. With a few powerful kicks, Kevin broke the surface of the water, gasping as his lungs greedily drew in as much oxygen as they could possibly hold. The swift exposure to air made the chlorine in his eyes sting with a dull throbbing sensation, forcing him to blink a few times until the red tinge faded away and his vision sharpened. He made his way to the edge and climbed out of the pool, making sure that he got his time before heading off. Looking at the stopwatch that he asked one of the team managers to hold, he grinned triumphantly. One minute and fifteen seconds under the water, not too bad. Although, he would have to work on breaking that record for a bit longer.
☽☾xxxPractice was essential, but being strong in academics was another goal he had in mind. That goal did not include being late for class. Keven headed off to the lockers, quickly running through the lists of everything he had to do that day. After classes, the student council would be rather hectic with all the preparations towards Valentines Day. Naturally, there were a number of students with only love on their mind than work. He would have to help make up for the difference and keep them all in line. He opened up locker 80, nodding briefly to Blake before reaching in for his towel. It would be a stretch to say they were friends, but considering that they had both the swim team and first period together, they did often come into contact. He was a hard worker and they did not often talk, and Kevin had all intentions of maintaining that distance.
☽☾xxxAfter drying off his hair to the best of his ability, he set the towel back and grabbed his things, heading off to change. It made little sense to him why some would continue walking around in their swim trunks all day. Personally, he preferred to keep a very fine line between clubs and school, just like work and play. Entering the change room, he switched from his swimming trunks to a white t-shirt, an open plaid shirt over that and cargo pants. As he got his sneakers on, the list in his head continued onwards. He was fairly sure that nothing important was due that day, and otherwise it would be relatively dull. At least he would get a chance to talk with Heather during Spanish. That was always the time of day that he anticipated the most. Although he would never say that he was completely head over heels for the girl...Well, perhaps he was. Whatever the reason, he was a lot more easygoing with her than any other female he had been around. So the sooner the day passed, the sooner he could meet with her. Grinning, he grabbed his stuff and headed out before first period started.
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Ileol geomyeon neoleul jab-a**-eul tende
x x x x x x x x If I knew it would be like this, I would have held you back
Jug-eulmankeum himdeulji anh-eul tende
x x x x x x x x Then it wouldn't have been so hard
Oh dasi neoleul jab-a bolyeohaedo
x x x x x x x x Oh, even if I try to embrace you once more
Sonkkeut hana umjig-il su eobsneunde
x x x x x x x x I can’t, 'cause I can't even move a single finger
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 2:59 pm
   Dri sat up in bed, running her hands through her long dark hair and picking out the knots that had formed as she tossed and turned in her sleep. She had stayed up later than usual last night, midnight riding. There was no better way to spend the wee hours of the morning than on the back of a horse, galloping on tiny, barely even visible trails in the woods. Everything looked just a little bit more magical and mysterious under the moonlight. It all seemed to sparkle in a way that no one would ever see during the day. Like a secret world in the darkness that only the priveleged few got to take a peek at. Dri was one of those few.
The girl stretched lazily and got to her feet. Regardless of how little time she had dedicated to sleep, her father would expect her to go to school bright and alert. Even though her first period was French, and the subject felt so natural to her that she could easily miss a week's worth of classes and still pass with flying colors. It certainly helped that her mother had been French and used to speak it all the time before she had died. Of course, the woman had died when Dri was seven years old. It wasn't that painful to think about. It felt like she'd never even really known the woman, since she was so young. But a lot of the French her mother had used to speak had sunk into her head, and now the words felt so natural in her mouth that she preferred the fluid language to English. English, with its rough consonants and awkward shapes. French was so flowy, so airy, the words just danced off the tongue and dragged all your breath out with them. Yes. Much better than English.
Dri spoke to herself in French as she got ready for school. Reciting verbs while she showered, pronouns while she got dressed, adjectives while she brushed through her hair, and colors just for fun while she put on her make-up. Her favorite was red. 'Roux.' It sounded so much more lovely than 'red.' So much more, elegant. And Dri was all about being elegant.
Once ready, the brunette gracefully descended from the second floor down into the entrance hall of her large and spacious house, and then from there into the kitchen. Her father was sitting at the breakfast nook, a cup of coffee in one hand and the finance section of today's paper in the other. He was wearing his reading glasses. Best not to strike up a conversation. Dri fished through the fridge until she found a small package of organic raspberries, and pulled them out for a quick breakfast. She had only managed to pop the first one into her mouth when her father surprised her with speech. Directed at her, no less. Not the cook or the housekeeper.
"Were you out riding Minute last night?" he asked, his eyes not leaving his paper for a moment. Dri rolled her eyes but didn't let her exasperation be heard. "Yes, Victor. I was. He's fine though. I take good care of my horse." she said softly, eating another raspberry. Her father put down his paper and removed his glasses, leveling his gaze at her. Dri groaned internally but turned her eyes to meet his. Oh, Victor. Please don't start an argument now. "Adrienne, you know he has a race in two weeks. I don't want you getting him comfortable prancing around through the forest when what he needs to be doing is getting used to that track." he said sternly, the lines of age in his face more pronounced as his lips hardened into a flat line. Dri maintained the eye-contact as she spoke, her words indignant. "Oh please, Victor. I think I would know a little bit better than you what my horse needs. He's always won you money before, hasn't he? Let me take care of my things the way I see fit." she finished, turning and throwing open the nearest hall closet to grab her bag before storming out to the garage. "Adrienne, stop." her father demanded, his voice rising. Dri didn't even bother to look at him this time. "I have to go to school, Victor." she replied cooly as she left the kitchen. Someone would clean up the small mess she'd left. That was what they were paid to do.
Dri slammed the garage door shut behind her and slid gratefully into the front seat of her car. A crimson 2009 convertible Audi TT Speedster. She loved her car so much she had named it after one of her favorite women from history: Marie. Marie Antoinette. And that morning, she and Marie were going to cruise up into school like the pair of classy ladies that they were. And Dri was going to forget that she had ever been mad at Victor, and she was going to be amazing in French as per usual, and her day would go wonderfully.
It took the brunette about twenty minutes to get to school, but that was because she preferred the long, winding back roads to the main highways. She pulled smoothly into the first spot she found, but frowned as she realized what was parked next to her. That old, beige-y truck that looked like the Virgin Mary drove it to Bethlehem and then left it to rot in some field where Camille undoubtedly picked it up. It was right next to her. Dri shuddered at the thought of the paint on poor Marie getting chipped or scraped by that monstrosity. But then again, if anything did happen, Victor had so much insurance on this car that it would be more trouble for Camille than it would ever be for her.
That thought in mind, Dri slid out of the driver's seat with her black messenger bag slung over her shoulder and locked the door with a press of her key as she walked towards the school. It took her about five minutes to find her way to the French classroom, but she sat in her seat and pulled out her cell phone, idly checking messages from people that she didn't really want to respond to. Hopefully soon Ethan would show up. He was one of the few respectable people there was in the class. And she could ask him about his party today. See if Xerxes was going...
♥♥Adrienne Dixie Abrishi
the Q U E E N of HEARTS
"Speak in French when you can’t think of the English for a thing--
turn your toes out when you walk---
And remember who you are!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 5:54 pm
Roslin Brackenwood  Roslin awoke to the sounds of chirping, she opened her eyes to see her canary singing happily in the morning light. She blinked several times, rolled over, disturbing the peaceful rest of a very fat tabby that had been sleeping at the foot of her bed. The cat yowled once then jumped off the bed and disappeared out the door. Roslin sat up, yawning and rubbing her eyes then getting up out of bed just in time to hear the phone ring. She wake out of bed, still in her pajamas, which was an over sized shirt and sprinted down stairs, two steps at a time. She picked up the phone just before the last ring.
"Brackenwood residence." Roslin said in her half accent, then yawned again. The voice on the older end had a very thick british accent which Roslin new very well.
"Goodness, I didn't call you the early morning did I, Rose? What time is it there?" Roslin's father asked over the other end of the receiver. His voice blared over the sound of papers being shuffled and the lowered voiced of other people speaking in a foreign language. Roslin's father was on an expedition in Africa, leaving Roslin at home on her own. He made sure to call her everyday, though he sometimes forgot about the time differences.
"Nope, I was just getting up. I'm about to start breakfast. How is Tanzania? " Roslin answered. She talked to her father for several minutes, he spoke of their latest biological findings, while Roslin make a healthy breakfast of toast, eggs, and a peach. And she told him of school and a new book she had picked up from the library. He tried to get her to talk of any interest in the chaps at school and she quickly changed the subject by dropping a pan she was washing on her foot. Once the mess was cleaned up, she gave her father a quick, Love you. Then got ready for school. She grabbed her book bag then lurched out the door. She walked to school, not living far. She had her fathers jeep, but she felt she didn't need to drive it a while two blocks. Besides, she didn't feel it would have impressed anyone anyways.
It took her a full ten minutes to get to school, she passed the track field and glanced towards the relay team whome were practicing their hurdles. She stopped for a moment, then caught herself staring with her mouth open, she shook her head and immediately made her way to the school. She hurried to the art room which unlike the other classrooms, had it's lights on and was full of people. She placed her bag down beside a stool and pulled out her sketching pad. Today they had a live model. A girl sat quite comfortable on in a small chair. Her round face was red from blushing so much. She obviously was enjoying being stared at as if she were a piece of art, but her face was modest as well. Her hands were folded in her lap and her long curls were brushed away from her face. She had a little bit too much make up on. But most people tended to do such when they volunteered to be a model. Roslin went straight to work, and by the time the model was told she could relax, Roslin had a very happy looking sketch. She was adding the finishing touches when she noticed the girl whom had been her model glancing nervously at her drawing from over her shoulder. Roslin smiled and held up her sketch pad.
"What do you think? Does it look like you?" Roslin teased. The girl's eyes sparkled. Roslin grinned, she carefully pulled the sketch out and gave it to the girl. The girl gratefully took it. As Roslin packed her things to go to her Creative Writing class, the president of the art club announced that tomorrow they would be going to the pool in the morning and would be taking action shots of the swim team. Roslin's eyebrows rose then began murmured to herself to bring her camera.
With that Roslin's took her things and headed to her locker.
 
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 5:58 pm
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ｍｉｓｓ ▪▫ ｂｏｏｋｗｏｒｍ
An insistently loud buzzing in her ear slowly roused Sabrina into a comprehensive state of consciousness. A lazy hand shut off the alarm and she turned her body, rustling the pages of the book she had fallen asleep reading the night before. It had been a rare read that she had found positively addicting, so she had not released the book from her grip until she had finished it completely. Everything after that was a fuzzy blur between reality and her imagination, a clear sign that she had fallen asleep. It had been at the tensest moment of the conflict to reach the locked tower. The group had lost some along the way, but had managed to reach the location of a hidden staff. However, whether or not they were successful in their endeavors remained a mystery to her. The remains of her visions of knights and towers faded away out of her grasp, but she was too snug in her blankets to really care about the matter. It was warm and comfortable, aside from the novel that was poking her ribcage...
"Hm...Wait a minute." Her mind was alerting her to something, but what that something was remained a bit of a mystery to her. Brow furrowing in concentration, she turned on her side and looked at her clock. "7:10 A.M. How nice...Huh?" Sabrina bolted upright and stared at her clock, letting out a shriek of horror before bolting upright and running through her room. She stumbled over several large piles of finished books as she shot around her room, grabbing the first skirt and top that she saw with a silent prayer that they looked decent with each other. Without checking them, she sprinted to the bathroom while changing, kicking her wrinkled outfit from the day prior into a corner to pick up later.
Sabrina looked at herself in the mirror, quickly brushing her teeth and making a vain effort to try and make the rushed look a little less obvious. There was no time to properly brush her hair, not that her mass of waves and curls could really be tamed in the first place."Oh screw it." She muttered under her breath, snatching a scrunchie on her way out the door. As she clambered down the stairs of her unusually quiet home, she made herself a low ponytail and nearly tripped on the last step. The absence of the other set of shoes was a decent sign that her father had already left for work. Hastily grabbing an apple and her messenger bag from the kitchen, she was nearly out the door before she realized she had left the book she borrowed on her bed upstairs. With a groan, she sprinted back up two steps at a time, grabbing the mildly abused novel and stuffing it into her bag. Now that she had that taken care of, she ran out of her home and slammed the door behind her.
The moment she got outside, the teen sprinted like the wind; a rather impressive and highly embarrassing feat that would have made her old phys.ed. teacher proud if she were not having so much trouble with her jean skirt. It made running a bit difficult at best, but at least her messenger bag was a decent way to keep anything truly mortifying from happening. However, she care very little for that matter and kept running as if her life depended on it. Her home was a good fifteen minutes from Clairemont High while walking. She still had to reach her locker and snatch her things before the bell rang, so she really had no time. "Of all the times to be late, it just has to be today." She groaned, panting from the high level of activity to early in the morning. Running was so not her thing, but she could certainly book it when the time arose, this was a pretty good reason.
Sabrina did not even think of stopping until she reached the school track and saw the desired building in place. From there, she slowed to a halt, panting even more heavily. Her feet hurt terribly and she lost the scrunchie somewhere along the way, so dark locks tumbled into her view. Wearily, she rustled through her bag until she found her cell phone, checking the time. It was now 7:16 A.M. and she was now officially safe from being late. The bookworm let out a sigh of relief, making a much better attempt at smoothing out her dark green v-neck and jean skirt. Thank heavens they looked decent, for the rest of her was fairly haggard still for the most part. Looking positively sheepish, she pushed her hair behind her ear and continued her trek up to the school, munching on her fruity breakfast along the way. It was just another day at school, but it was seriously going to kill her if she ended up having to go through that same routine every morning. Maybe it was time to invest in a new alarm clock.
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once I thought my innocence was [ xg o n ex ]
now I know that h a p p i n e s s . g o e s . o n
that's where you found me
w h e n xxx y o u xxx p u t xxx y o u r xxx a r m s xxx a r o u n d xxx m e
I xh a v e n ' t x b e e n xthere
for t h e longest time
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 6:17 pm
I had the notion that you'd make me change my ways
my bad habits would be gone in a matter of days
I had the feeling that you'd open up my eyes
to a whole new world that had since been in disguise A clouded mind, flustered with intelligence was lost, lost to the heavy panting and the thunder of steps as Donya's feet met the ground, running rapid with her steady steps. She never swayed as she ran, not matter how tired she appeared after wards. She kept a stern gaze ahead, always watching for the next glimpse until she met her destination. Sure, she probably could have caught a ride with anyone. It was Donya after all, she could probably convince a man they were a woman her vice verse, but she didn't. Instead she practiced this, keeping her form well kept and her mind refreshed. Did she like running? Hell no. Her opinion on physical labor was more than just playful sarcasm. She hated doing anything physical, even after running she cleaned herself. The petite woman had a reason she stayed so scrawny, she was well over active. She didn't like sports, but for the sake o staying physically attractive, she would practice sportsmanship as if she were born to be an athlete. That may just have been a reason she held some respect for athletes, aside from the well built bodies, they had to be pretty dedicated to keep up with sports.
The only other stop she had made during her run was by the pool, where she averted her gaze from the path ahead and stopped to look at Blake emerging from the water. It wasn't odd though, the track was so simple, and the school had higher and lower grounds that all ways felt like more of a workout. He truly was something, without even really intending to, her lips formed a sly grin and then, off she was again. When at last her hands brushed to her knees, she leaned forward, gasping breathes escaping her as she looked dizzily towards the cement. She was earlier than most, even before cross country came to practice she was outside, running until her lungs might burst. It wasn't as though she had achieved much sleep the night before anyway. Donya had probably managed three hours considering Dtriche was in her room trying to talk her into his latest plan. Of course Dtriche was well thought out and had a girl in mind for the latest of social events, the man was a player but he was always finding someone to be specific. Could he ever find some one to get him to settle down with, highly doubtful. He was just like herself, hard to get down in commitment and more there for personal desires. Donnie, of course, hardly revealed her true aims, but everyone knew she got what she wanted. She couldn't name anyone who hated her, though there were probably plenty of girls frustrated. Not that she cared, Donnie was interested in the so called 'men' of the high school and wanted nothing more than to have them all wrapped around her finger. It was difficult though, she had one, her brother, but not the way she wanted, he could only aid her, just as she some times decided to be benign and aid him.
When she regained her breathes Donya strained, soon disappearing into the girls locker room where she would prepare her self for class: Shower, fix her hair, change for the sweat ridden clothes, and just prep herself. Not that she was a preppy sort of person, she often appeared weak and fragile, other wise, who would come to trust her. Pretty much everyone knew the consequences of crossing her though, it was as if a witchy spell would be cast, looming over who ever turned her to dismay. Then, they would disappear, like all of her cousins who had stayed the weekend and decided to move to the foreign coasts soon after. Apparently, she could create quite a startle.
Wearing a small black dress whose hem ended with a trail of lace, she had a deep, pale green floral design sretching from the from to the back. Small heels, just enough to raise her two inches in height, made of a matching color and a jacket where the color propped to show hint of her neck. It was short, but not revealing, mostly only allowing the pale color of her legs, hands, and everything from the neck to be shown, everything else remained well covered by the appealingly light garments. A satisfied smile stretched along her lips as she pulled the long elegant curls over her shoulders, sending her hair into a well distributed fashion. Only the small stud from her nose and a small rhinestone bracelet seemed to glitter now and the whole of her body seemed without any signs of exasperation. A nice wake up call, the fresh air cleansed her thoughts and her mind was set, akin to the first bell as she moved towards her creative writing class, taking a seat directly behind the silent Camillia.
Allowing her eyes to flutter shut she rested in her seat, giving a movement to rest before shuffling through the lightweight bag filled with writing equipment and various notebooks. She smiled, pulling out the one entitled 'Literature', written in a cursive style so eloquent she had to had made a few prior efforts to get it just write. Of course, there were no evidential marks and all the pages were so white and untouched, they might just have glowed against the light from above. She flipped one page open and copied whatever the teacher had written ahead on the board, and she stared down at her work. Paying specific attention to each capital and writing them with a precious and decorative care. She could be considered artistic, but like many of the things Donnie was talented with, she used them with a modest show and placed her pencil done. She would leave the rest of her time to wait for company, the teacher trying to be chatty so early on would give her no concern, as Donya would sure fuss about it as she was known to. If someone were to disheart her, they would suffer dreary consequences.
so tonight I'll sit and pick apart your pictures
and over analyze your words
but the truth is that I've never fallen so hard
it's taking everything in me
just to forget your sweater so far
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 9:00 pm
 ↫ DelmuS aSLAIn PratT ↬Call me Delmus, and I'll rip your voicebox out and eat it.the C H E S I R E ↭ C A TDell chewed the spearmint gum in his mouth lazily, making sure the mint flavor hit every corner of his tongue, cheeks, gums, and teeth. He had forgotten to brush that morning. And this was the next best thing. His neon yellow backpack was slung over one shoulder, half-open. His mop of dark hair was disheveled. His shirt was wrinkled, his jeans were dirty, and his face was as awake as if he had just gotten nine hours of sleep. In reality, he hadn't slept a wink. He had been up all night. Not doing anything stupid like drinking or getting high. No no no. He had found a new junkyard less than ten blocks from his house. And he simply had to explore it. It just wouldn't be right if he let that sit untouched for longer than four hours after discovery. So at three in the morning he had snuck out and parkour'd the s**t out of that place. And it had been damn fun. Get some techno playing, jump off of an old car and into a pit of tires? Best feeling in the world.
As Del walked up to the school he spit the gum into a nearby potted plant and shoved his hands in his pockets. They were black with old grease and dust, but they were dry. That stuff wasn't coming off anytime soon. A part of him laughed as he thought about creative writing, and how everything he turned in today would likely be impossible to read because of the black smudge the side of his hand would leave on the paper. Appetizing.
He strolled down to the cafeteria, taking his sweet time getting to class. If he was late, he was late. It wouldn't be the first time. And right then, he needed a bottle of cranberry juice. Something to really wake him up. "Nothing important ever happens in there anyways." Del muttered to himself, slouching his shoulders in such a way that his backpack slipped from behind him to his chest. There had to be a dollar in change somewhere in there...
 "You k n o w ? We could make her really angry! Shall we try?.....Oh, but it's loads of fun!"
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 12:35 pm
N i c kxxx  xxLook at me
xxYou may think you see
xxWho I really am, but you'll never know me
xxEvery day, it's as if I play a part
xxNow I see, if I wear a mask
xxI can fool the world
xxBut I cannot fool my heart
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
I am now in a worldxx
Where I have to hide my heartxx
And what I believe inxx
But somehow I will show the worldxx
What's inside my heartxx
And be loved for who I amxx ஐ I'm a fighter not a delicate flower.
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Nick sat down on the bench in the community gym and let out a sigh. Sweat dripped off her face and she pushed her bangs out of her eyes. Every morning was the same thing for her, wake up super early, grab breakfast to go, sneak out of the house, and come down to the gym for a morning workout. Her parents didn't approve of her working out so Nick just went behind their backs. It wasn't like she was doing anything wrong. The teenager sighed and stood up. She had been using the punching bag for almost an hour and she wasn't surprised to see a few specks of blood on the wraps around her knuckles. She carefully unwrapped her hands and feet before tossing the wraps in the trash and slipping her shoes on. Grabbing her water bottle, Nick drank a few sips before putting it back down. She grabbed her bag and headed into the changing room. She quickly changed form her sweaty workout cloths into her school cloths. Her clothing choice was simple, a loose shirt, baggy pants, and sneakers. Her mother always scolded her for her choice in cloths, saying that Nick should where more fashionable cloths. Not that Nick ever thought about listening. She wasn't the kind of girl to wear tight fitting, expensive cloths and lots of makeup. She preferred the more casual, relaxed look, not that it sat too well with her mother or father.
Nick's father was a cop, and a good one at that, while her mother was a model. They both agreed on how their daughter should behave, delicate, quiet, and gentle. Sadly for them, Nick was the exact opposite of that. She was rough, tough, independent, and always spoke her mind. Since she was young her parents had tried to change her, but Nick refused to change. It was one of the many things Nick disliked about her parents. Another one was them planning her future. They had already decided what collage she would go to and what he r job would be when she graduated. They wanted her to be model, just like her mother, but Nick couldn't see herself becoming one. It wasn't that she wasn't pretty, lots of poeple said she looked just like her mother in how she was built, and it wasn't that she wasn't tall because she stood over six foot. The main reason for her was that the job was boring. Nothing interesting happened if you were a model, you walk up the runaway, walk back, change cloths, and do it again. Boring. What Nick really wanted to be was a cop, like her father, but she wouldn't dare tell her parents that.
A loud beeping sound woke Nick from her thoughts and she glanced down at her watch. Seeing the time, she jumped up, grabbed her bag and her leather jacket, and headed up the stairs quickly, taking two at a time. She waved goodbye to the man at the desk before shoving the door open and taking off down the streets. Darn it! She was late! She should have left ten minutes ago but she had been too busy thinking. Sliding her leather jacket on as she went, she made quick work getting through crowds of poeple, pushing them aside, and jumping over obstacles in her way. Nick could have done track at school, but she didn't like doing team sports. She preferred to do things on her own and that's what she did.
Luckily, she raced into the school parking lot with time to spare. She didn't have her own car so that made getting to school hard, especially when she was late. Hr watch read 7:25, meaning she had five minutes to get to her locker, grab her things, and head off to first period. Nick swung her bag over her back before taking off on her final sprint. She pushed the doors to the school open and raced down the hall to her locker. It was lucky that her locker was near the school door. She put the combination in, stuffed her things in, and grabbed what she needed for Creative Writing before slamming the locker shut and heading toward her class. Her strides were long and fast, making sure she got into the room on time. Nick walked into the classroom with a few minutes to spare. Taking her seat, she gazed out the window and let out a sigh. She wondered what their teacher had in mind for them. Her hazel eyes stared out the window and she pulled her brown hair out of the bun it was in. She ran her hand through it a few times before leaving it be and return her full attention to staring out the window. Hopefully class would start soon.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Who is that girl I see
xxStaring straight back at me?
xxxxWhy is my reflection
xxxxxxSomeone I don't know?
xxxxxxxxMust I pretend that
xxxxxxxxxxI'm someone else for all time?
xxxxxxxxxxxxWhen will my reflection show
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxWho I am inside?
There's a heart that must be
Free to fly
That burns with a need
To know the reason why
Why must we all concealxx
What we think, how we feel?xxxx
Must there be a secret mexxxxxx
I'm forced to hide?xxxxxxxx
I won't pretendxxxxxxxxx
That I'm someone else for all timexxxxxxxxxxx
When will my reflection show who I am inside?xxxxxxxxxxxxx
When will my reflection show who I am inside?xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxM u l a n
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 9:07 am
 
Too late. She thought, hearing heavy footsteps coming up towards her door. The door to her room slammed open, her step mother breathing heavily from having to walk all the way up to the attic. This was her room, the small musky attic that she had managed to clean up and put a touch of her own over time.
"Nadine Cauthers, if you don't get your a** out of the bed right this second, I will make sure you will never be able to sit again." She said, in a high pitched annoying voice. Her step mother was a woman of grand size. When she had married her father, she wasn't such a heavy weight, but over time, she had been eating a lot, out of depression or just plain ignorance, who knew. So she blew up to some sort of balloon with a double chin and beady eyes.
Nadine could do nothing but cringe at that nagging voice. It was just her bad luck that she had gotten stuck with a step mother, and both of her parents gone, no longer in this world. She sighed heavily and sat up, her hair tousled in the most unruly manner. The blanket still draping her, she blinked at her step mother.
"Get the breakfast ready in five minutes!" Her step mother yelled at her and slammed the door behind her. Nadine crawled out of her bed and grabbed her towel that was folded and sitting on a small tool in front of what would be her dressing table. She walked down the stairs into the common bathroom she shared with her step sisters. It was wet and messy, just too icky to be comfortable in.
After a quick shower and brushing her teeth, she had gotten out and walked towards the kitchen, the towel hanging off her shoulders. She pulled out several bowls and poured milk into them, followed by the cereal. God, these people don't even know how to get their own breakfast.
When her sisters had arrived into the kitchen, all made up and dressed a bit too fancy for school, they scrunched their nose with disapproval. "Where's the french toast?" One said in a whiny voice, and the other, "Where's the omelet?" Seriously, what do they take her for? She was too tired of this.
"I only had five minutes. Deal with it." Nadine said in a snappy mood, before rushing up all the way to the attic, two flights of stairs up. She quickly dressed into jeans and a top, along with a scarf in case it was cool outside or in classes. Brushing her hair, she left it wet and down. She grabbed her backpack and left the house without having any breakfast herself, before anyone stopped her to do anymore chores. She was sure there would be a whole list of it waiting when she came back from Drama.
She walked slowly down the streets, knowing she might be a minute or two late to Creative Writing. As she got to school, the first bell just rang, students scrambling around to get to their classes, shoes squeaking on the floor with their fast paced running. As she got to her class, she walked in and took a seat at the back.    Here is the place where
My head is spinning
Time is beginning
To race away
You come to throw me
Knock me off my feet
You give me wings to fly
The world goes crashing by again
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 10:34 pm
Glancing around the room; his eyes took in the snacks scattered in bowls around the room, the paper assignments for classes, cloths, and backpacks. His eyes followed to the small figure lying asleep on the small couch against the wall. He smiled slightly at her, watching as she breathed lightly and slowly. Maggie turned a bit and her eyes slowly opened, blinking a couple times, she yawned and rolled over to meet Luke’s gaze. “Morning Sleeping Beauty,” she smiled sleepily, “You’re still calling me that?” “Of course, it’s my nickname for you,” She rose slowly from the couch and glanced down at her cloths, a white v-neck and blue skinny jeans. “I thought I changed,” Lukas chuckled, “No, you fell asleep listening to music and reading your psychology book,” pausing he picked up the pack of cigarettes, looking at the contents; they were half gone, “And smoking my cigs,” She blushed at that, messing with her wavy curls and turned her gaze away.
Turning his eyes towards the time, he figured the two of them had enough of it to shower and get ready. “You want to shower first?” Maggie nodded before hurrying off into the bathroom connected to Luke’s room. Hearing the water start up, the dark haired boy wondered around the room, gathering his books, notebooks, mechanical pencils, and his binder and slipped them into his black backpack. Moving slowly towards the dresser, he opened the drawers; looking for the day’s outfit. Throwing a clean pair of boxers onto the bed, along with black fitting jeans, he stood at the dresser; staring into his drawer at the shirts. Shrugging, he pulled out a dark gray tank top and tossed it on the pile of cloths. Walking outside, onto the small balcony, the senior pulled out a cigarette from his pack and placed it on his lips. Grabbing his lighter from the flower pot sitting on the ledge, he lit it up and breathed in the toxic fumes. Swirling the minty flavor around his mouth, he breathed out the smoke into cool air of the early morning.
“Up and already smoking now?” was the small, quiet voice of his sister’s that greeted him. Turning his head, he met Tasha’s hazel eyes. She stood in the doorway of her room connecting outside to the balcony. Her blonde curls were a mess from her tossing and turning of the night before, her light green tank top was wrinkled, and so were her baggy black shorts. “You want one?” he tone was relaxed, the toxins were kicking in. “I’m fine, no in the mood for menthols,” shrugging, Luke took another puff and stared out into the beginning of the rising sun, “Did Magnolia spend the night again?” Luke just nodded after he blew out the smoke into the air again. “Oh, I thought you two broke up,” “We did,” Tasha remained quiet, finally her door shut. Finishing up the cigarette, he tossed the filter over the balcony; watching as it landed on the cold cement. Turning back to his door, his eyes fell on Maggie’s expressionless face as she stepped out of the bathroom. She wore the same jeans but a thick strapped white tank top with a thin medium blue one over it. She looked up and smiled at him, as he entered back into the room. Grabbing his cloths, he made his way into the shower to clean up.
Maggie took her alone time to gather all her stuff lying around Luke’s room. She had a habit of treating his room as her own, most because he was like family. They had been childhood friends ever since they started first grade. They were often teased for being friends because back then it meant you liked each other. Years went by before people started leaving them alone, probably got bored with the two of them. They were friends before Maggie was sent to live with her aunt and her two friends. Her parents were having problems and having their daughter around wasn’t helping them. Her aunt offered to take her in while they worked out the issues. But that was when Maggie was eight, that was eleven years ago. Nothing changed with her parents, they still had their issues. She didn’t mind living with her aunt but her obsession of the color pink was too much for the poor girl. Along with her friend who was obsessed with the color blue, their bickering about what color Maggie should wear the most was annoying. They treated her like their own daughter, it was odd. So the brunette preferred to be away from it all, Lukas was her savior. Letting her come over whenever she wanted, wherever things got too much, she would come over and they would spend their time in his room. It was surprising his parents trusted them. But they shouldn’t. For what they do and have done. In the simplest term, Lukas was Maggie’s first for everything. It would come as a shocker but Lukas and Maggie had dated a couple times. Once when they were middle school and then after thinking over things, the two then started again in high school. But about after a year, Luke ended it suddenly. Something happened, something that he never clarified with her. They grew apart for a couple weeks before home became too much for her, she showed up one day at his door and he let her in. She stayed the night and they were friends again.
Shaking her head a bit, she drove her mind away from the past. Maggie stuffed everything into her backpack and lay down on Luke’s bed. She waited for him; he said he would give her a ride the night before. Lukas entered back into his room then, his eyes falling on Maggie’s frail body lying on his bed. His mind flooded with memories then but he blocked them out, ‘Don’t be stupid, it was a long time ago,’ he told himself. “When do you want to go?” Maggie slowly sat up, “Well we have a while,” the dark haired boy nodded, “Yeah but Tasha is going be leaving soon to go watch swim practice,” “I guess you’re right,” The two quickly grabbed their stuff and left the room to go meet Tasha in the kitchen.
After the conversation with her brother, Tasha had returned back into her room. Hearing the water stop running in the other room, she hurried off into the shower. She managed to get a couple minutes of hot water before it turned icy cold; Luke was also showering at that moment. This made the older blonde get out right after she finished her washing. Cold water was not her friend, unless it was a light rain shower. Nothing heavy. She hated storms. Walking back into her room, wrapped in a towel, she opened her closet and allowed her eyes to wonder across the row of cloths. She soon pulled out a pair of tight blue jeans after slipping on a pair of pink bikini style underwear. She clipped on her black 34B bra before she slipped on the jeans, she had picked out. Tasha then went in search of a shirt. Not knowing what to particularly wear, her mind was lost as she stared at the colors before her. She eventually just grabbed a black band t-shirt for ‘Black Sabbath’. Pulling on little white socks and then sliding her feet into low top black converse.
Leaving her room, she descended from the second floor to the kitchen on the first. There she poured herself a coffee and grabbed various numbers of fruits lying in a large bowl sitting on the counter. Putting them on a small plate, she examined what she grabbed; strawberries, a banana, raspberries, and grapes. That would hold her over until lunch. While she ate, Lukas and Magnolia soon came down into the kitchen. They both grabbed coffee and put waffles in the toaster. “Morning Natasha,” Magnolia greeted with a small smile. “Morning,” Tasha replied sourly. She did not like her. She found her presence rather annoying and she was in her house almost all the time. And she wasn’t too thrilled with what she had heard her brother do with his little friend in the past. The walls between their bedrooms were thin. But she wasn’t going to tell anyone that. Feeling piercing eyes on her back, Tasha turned to find the harsh stare from her brother. She rolled her eyes and continued to eat her breakfast. Not another word came out of Maggie’s mouth.
After eating, the trio slide into Luke’s and Tasha’s shared car. It was about five minutes before Luke pulled into the parking lot, once the car stopped; Tasha was the first out and ran off the go watch the swim practice. Maggie stayed in the car while Luke climbed into the back seat with her. “You alright?” “Yeah, it’s just too early to be here,” Luke nodded and leaned back against the seat. Maggie rubbed her eyes and yawned softly. The senior wrapped his arm around her, pulling her towards him. She laid her head against his chest as she slowly drifted off.
Tasha made it to the swim practice close to the end; she always came to watch, mostly because Blake was on the team. Her hazel eyes watched as Black finished his laps. He pulled himself on to the tile edge and sat upon it. ‘He always works so hard,’ he didn’t seem to notice her, his eyes were on Ruthie. It made her blood boil that he would prefer Aimee-Ruth than to her. Blake and Tasha probably had more in common. They probably shared the same interests. It’s not like Ruthie was any pretty than her, was she? Blake soon left. And the pool room soon emptied. Tasha sighed as she slowly stood up, at least she had the party to look forward to tonight. As she got off the bleachers, she turned her eyes to the large windows looking out to the track. There she saw Chaz jumping over the hurdles, not knowing if he could see her or not, she gave a friendly wave and a smile. But the small blonde tripped over her feet, as she tried to regain her balance she slipped on the wet tile and she fell into the large pool.
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 3:12 pm
 T O N YxxxG U S T A V
The young man lives in a mansion, inherited from his dead parents. It wasn't enough that his parents had left him, his luck had to turn on him and have the girl he loved so much to turn her back on him and leave town. It was all a blur yet it crushed him every time he thought about it. The only people he can now rely on are the people who lived with him. There was Mrs. Danes, who took care of the house and there was also her little son, who seemed very fond of Tony for unknown reasons. There was also Mr. Dubois and Rene, who were the trustee and lawyer for the Gustav property and businesses. Since Tony was still too young and in school, these two gentlemen look after the estates on his behalf. He trusted them well enough that they did their job well, as they have been with his father for a long while now.
Tony wasn't really business minded. No, he had other plans in his life before, but now everything was in a haze. As if time stood still. Reluctantly, Tony got out of his bed and walked towards his closet to find a clean shirt to put on. He changed his pajama pants to that of dark jeans that complimented his shirt. He walked down to the kitchen where of course Mrs. Danes had already prepared his breakfast. Waffles, his favourite. Little Chris who was a five year old playing with toy cars on the floor of the dining room had looked up as soon as Tony walked in. His face lit up like a christmas tree and he hopped on over like a little rabbit towards Tony. "Hey there little buddy." Tony said, trying to put on a smiling face for the little boy who was still so innocent and carefree in this world.
Looking at the time, Tony realized that if he didn't speed up, he will not have been missing swim, but he would be late for his first class as well. He chowed down his breakfast without a care of table ettiquette, while little Chris stared at him with amusement. Mrs. Danes frowned upon Tony's manners and all he could muster up was a sheepish grin before rushing off. He grabbed his backpack which he had left in the foyer. He couldn't remember if he had any homework. Nevertheless, it was too late anyway. He will just have to come up with some excuse, something not too late like the dog ate his homework.
He got into this car, a Mazda R-8, that wasn't all too fancy but still similar to his taste in sports cars. Mr. Dubois had lectured him in being careful on what cars he drove, not to attract much attention. So it was no Maserrati or an Aston Martin, but it was still pretty slick for his taste. He hopped in and drove off towards school. Pulling into the parking lot, he can already tell he was pretty late from judging how full the parking lot was. He didn't mind that there were no parking spots closer to the building. Normally, he would arrive super early in the mornings for Swim and he would have parked really far away anyway. He just didn't want any blockhead to be rushing for the closest parking spot and bump into his car. Or someone parking to close to his, and the door being scratched.
After parking, he walked in a regular pace towards class. He went up to his locker, students still scrambling to get to class, but indeed it seemed classes had started. He left his backpack inside, but picked up a pen and notebook to carry with him. Slamming the locker door, he went inside Creative Writing. There were a lot of pretty girls in this class, in fact, in a lot of his classes. They simply caught his eyes, but nothing really serious. His heart was still in a cruel wrench. Except for Sabrina. He always had a thing for Belle. His eyes sought her out as he walked in, but it seemed she was absent or late like him. He took seat in the closest seat he could find, trying not to get in the way of the teacher.
OOC:  Anger and agony
Are better than misery
Trust me I've got a plan
When the lights go off you will understand
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 4:24 pm
 Fabian looked around him. All his sisters and brothers were on his bed. They looked so cute. As he tried to get out odf the bed without waking up any of the kids, he grabbed his phone, and walked out of his room and into the family toilet. On the bench were thousands of different shampoos, gels, perfumes, the list was endless. With him being the oldest sibling, there were then two other teenagers, the twins, who were fourteen, then there was Phil, who is ten, Ben, who is nine, Jeniveve, who is seven, Claire, who is five, Margret, who is four, and last but not least, Greg, who is two. It would be a lie to say the Troy family was a small family. After having a shower and getting into his clothes, Fabian walked back to his bedroom, and jumped onto the bed, making sure he didn't hurt anyone, waking up the whole bed. "Anyone going to school is going to be late if they aren't up by now..." Fabian said as he got off the bed, and walked out of the room to the kitchen. In the kitchen were Fabian's parents. His parents weren't really the type of people you would like to talk to, they were more the avoid any eye contact kind of people. Fabian resented his parents. They were never around, and didn't even know al lthe kids names. His mum just popped them out and then didn't give a damn about them.
Grabbing a piece of toast, and avoiding his mum's questions, Fabian asked the kids if they needed a ride. It turned out only the twins needed the ride, and their middle school was just round the corner from the highschool. "Let's go then!" Fabian hollered as he walked out the door with his books. Fabian has creative writing first, and he was looking foward to it. He just hoped they had a good teacher, and then seeing Nadine wouldn't be that bad either. Then there was the party at Ethan's. And even more major, the Valentines Day dance. How was Fabian going to ask Nadine? Fabian had tried to talk to her forever, but he couldn't really find the courage to really talk to her. Just as he turned the corner he saw the middle school, stopped the car right infront of the gate, kissed the girls on the cheek, and let them get to their own classes. Just as he pulled the car out of the school, he heard the giggles of the teenage girls. He looked in the rear view mirror, and saw his sisters friends giggling and pointing at him. Laughing, he drove the rest of the way ot his school, parked his car in the student car park, got out of his car, and walked to his locker. Putting in the rest of his books, apart from creative writing, he locked his locker, and walked ot his class. Taking a seat in the back of the classroom, Fabian waited for the teacher to come in.
  
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 4:47 pm
 ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅A housekeeper drew back the blinds, earning a groan from the formerly slumbering figure in the bed. Carlos sat up gradually with his head in his hands, the aftereffects of the party and alcohol he had settling into a mild hangover. His clothes were an absolute mess, so he was fairly sure that he had not changed when he got home the night before, collapsing onto his bed and succumbing to sleep. One hand lazily waved the housekeeper away. "I'm up, I'm up already. Would you be a doll and kindly get me coffee?" He asked the woman, who nodded and went off with her newest task. Deep brown eyes flickered to the clock in his room that essentially told him it was seven in the morning in blaring red letters. Time to get ready for school then. As it was, the ground he was treading with his parents for careless behaviour was rather thin and he was recently finding himself in jeopardy of a curfew and a cut in his spending money. If it were not for those two reasons, he would have much rather stayed at home to sleep until noon. He sluggishly got out of bed and headed to his bathroom, mumbling something about the lights being much too bright for his liking. In the expansive mirror, he got a good look at his appearance and winced. He looked just as lousy as he was feeling at that particular moment. It looked like a shower was going to be needed too. Running a hand through his tousled hair, he tossed the expensive outfit he had worn to the party in a heap in the corner and hopped into the shower. A burst of cold water would probably get him up and awake.
By the time he was dried, dressed and downstairs, the rest of his family was already there. A decent breakfast was laid out with his request coffee made just the way he liked it; just straight. As their housekeeper walked by, he flashed her with a brilliantly charming smile. "Wonderfully prompt as always. Thanks gorgeous." He winked at her and the woman rolled her eyes and walked away. That was one of the few women who seemed immune to his charms, but one he only saw as a friend at best. It was a bit of a game between them so to speak, one that would never be won, but was played nonetheless. He chuckled and went to the table, ruffling his kid brother's hair as he sat down and started with the coffee. It was bitter and scalding hot, but it did soothe the pain behind his eyes rather well. Letting out a content sigh, he went to eating. However, when he heard the rustling of a paper being put down and the clearing of his father's throat, he knew his tranquil morning was soon to be disrupted by news that would most likely have him sulking for the remainder of the day.
He stopped in the middle of his fried egg, the yolk getting soaked into the toast he was using to support it. Mentally, Carlos braced himself for whatever was bound to come his way. The severe expression both his father and mother wore was not a reassuring sight. "Three in the morning. Three in the morning. Carlos, not only was it a school night and you broke curfew, but you did so when you were supposed to be watching over your brother." The teen shot a look at his brother, who grinned back at him with a face covered in maple syrup and bits of pancake. The little brat actually told them? Well that was just great. He knew what this meant. His mother, an equally disappointed woman, was clearly not going to intervene whatsoever. "As punishment, you're cut off until your mother and I decide you've learned your lesson." "Yeah, I understand." Frankly, hearing that sucked a lot. However, he knew better than to try and argue against it. His father was a reputed lawyer, as was his mother. Wrestling with a bear would be easier than trying to convince them otherwise.
With a sigh at the news, he finished off his breakfast and headed off without saying anything else that might get him in even deeper trouble than he was already. His ride was nothing particularly special, just a Mustang v6 Base. Okay, maybe it was a little on the expensive side of things, but hey, if you had money, might as well flaunt it. Opening the door, he threw his bag inside and took off, letting the lull of traffic distract him from his precarious situation. Hopefully his parents would cool off later. They probably would for the most part, but it would take some careful sucking up and patience before then. With another sigh, he parked up at the school just as seven twenty rolled around.
Being the rich and handsome new kid was always so taxing on Carlos, especially when parental units were threatening to make the latter a non-existent trait because of his constant gallivanting. Setting a carefree and easygoing smile into place, he strolled into the school with an easy air of confidence. A few people were still straggling behind to class, but he could still play the whole lost in the facility excuse if need be. Hey, he had only been there for a week after all. He already got himself quite familiar with the social aspects of adapting in, but as for academics...Well, life was hardly about sitting at desks discussing the works of Shakespeare or Dickens or whoever the other guy was. Entering the literature classroom, he looked around and took a seat beside some girl he did not know the name of. Not too bad on the eyes at all, but he had bigger things to deal with than flirting. Leaning back in his chair, he looked highly uninterested in actually being in class. It was more important to find out how to get his personal funds back quickly after all. ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅
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