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 Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2008 4:27 pm
{( Whoever needs them at whatever time they happen to be needed xD )}
Adrienne was apparently a quick hand with a baby wipe; she found that out because she couldn't find a bathroom but carried the little things on her. Not too long after her... 'minor' breakdown, she'd scrubbed her face free of make-up (Just in case it happens again, she thought with a shudder), and was looking remarkably sane as she went in search of her cat, whom she had forgotten about. "Mosh!" She called in a sing-song voice, "Here, kitty, kitty, make a noise so I can figure out where the hell I am... MOSH! Where are you?!"
"MROWR!"
"Yes!" Adrienne pumped a fist in the air and ran towards the sound.
"MROWR!"
"Jebus, cat, you're friggin' loud," Adrienne rushed into the room where the mournful cries were coming from. In front of the cat, she crouched down, and quickly scooped the cat up. The feline jumped out of her arms and made for the door, but she snagged him and bounced to her feet, nuzzling it's head with her face. "I did it again, Mosh. I lost my temper and I did something stupid." She sighed. The cat squirmed. "No, I'm not putting you down again, not until I find the cat-carrier. I screwed up in leaving you here, but it won't happen again. I'd never see you again." She exited the room again. Hmm. Just a thought, but... where's my room? Or my sisters?
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2008 4:53 pm
((Lol! That works! XD))
Naomi was now heading up the stairs, carring now both her laptop-filled box and a plate holding a.....fish sandwhich, with tarter sause oozing out of it. She had gone to look for something small to eat (for her appetite had returned), and naturally, the chefs wanted her to leave with more than just "a simple piece of fruit". She had even tried the "I don't want to ruin dinner; since you guys are probably working very hard on it." excuse (indeed it was true; some of them were already preparing ingredients for some fantastic large meal, looking rather nervous), but even that didn't work for some strange reason. Don't worry; I'm sure once you taste our fabulous dinner, you'll not want to waste a single bites-worth, young miss, the chef had said, then asked her if she liked fish, and she stuttered a yes. She couldn't help but notice he sort of looked at her with the slightest bit of......was it pity? Did the servants really believe that she looked that poor? Wait, that last question sort of answered itself, just by having hte word 'servants' in it.
So now, here we are to the final product of that strange and awkward moment; a fish sandwhich. The fish appeared to be battered, and she liked battered fish, so she wasn't gonna complain. And she loved taruter sauce; that worked well too.
She made it back to her room (but not without hearing a faint meow; hehe, Mosh must be so lost right now), leaving the door open only by a crack, then set up her laptop and started it up, then turned on her stereo to let music fill the room. While waiting for a new scan to finish, she went ahead took off her jacket and sat on the bed next to the computer (she was more relaxed on the bed anywho) and began to eat her fish sandwhich. Holy-this was pretty good! She hadn't had fish for quite some time. She got the bottle of water off her desk as she chewed the first bite and sat it on the bedside table, as she then took another bite after swallowing the first. After her virus scan was done, then she'd start her catch-up vlogging.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2008 5:26 pm
Alyekzander had finally moved on to his bedroom where he shut the door, turned off the lights and closed all the curtains. The room was nearly pitch but that was not a problem; it was also meticulously clean with furniture arranged for ease of navigation. He did this often when he needed to re establish his inner peace. Moving to an overstuffed chair he gingerly feels out with his foot, Alyekzander sits and kicks off his shoes. He says nothing at all and for a few moments does not even think. Then gradually, thoughts start to form.
Unsurprisingly, Alyekzander began to think of the sisters. He had seen more of them this day than his own family. There was Madeline; loud and mischievous but sweet he admitted reluctantly. Obviously acting out due to the discomfort of having her home and life knocked out from beneath her. He could understand that. Ah, but he did not want to understand. He wanted a reason to hate her and, other than hallway skidding and a penchant for mischief, she hadn't given one. She was a female version of Maksim; the two ought to get along swimmingly, Alyekzander thought.
Emilie on the other hand was cold fire. Every inch the bite of frost during their very, very short meeting. But was that really a reason to hate her? It wouldn't be if she could just be bothered to avoid him. Honestly, the hothouse? Practically no one went there but him! He half suspected she'd known that, but immediately tossed the thought. They had not been about long enough to learn his habits and he doubted Madeline's internet searching brought up any satellite photos of him in his natural habitats.
Cecelia? He would have to skip that one. He had met her so briefly he could not say he really had an impression of her. Naomi on the other hand he had quite the impression of. Every bit as perky as Madeline, twice as talkative and far too nervous to act out. She was cute, damn her to hell. He normally felt no remorse brushing off any one, but with Naomi it almost felt like kicking a puppy. He would have to make it up to her later, somehow.
That thought in mind, Alyekzander pondered in silence a moment more before a question hit him. Was there not a fifth sister? He had not already run into her, had he? He counted the names he had learned and shook his head. He had certainly met only four.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 2:43 pm
Naomi continued to eat the sandwich, savoring each bite of warm fish covered in tarter sauce. As she let her mind wander, it wasn’t til the computer made a “finished!” beeping noise before she realized that she had eaten the entire sandwich and now smelled of fish. She grinned as she wiped her hands and face on the napkin, then deleted any bad cookies and viruses that were there on her laptop.
She then switched on the webcam, set up for vlogging, and when set up to her satisfaction, she switched on the signal on the camera and clicked the “add new vlog video” link. Soon, she saw her own face pop up like usual in the video screen, a timer starting at the bottom and seeing how long she could vlog for in one sitting. She put on her normal vlog face, usually somewhat happy-looking and sitting cross-legged on the bed, only turning momentarily to throw her jacket at the door, which shut it completely, then turning back to the screen.
“Hello to you all once again; Naomi here. First off, I apologize dearly for not being on for like…….how long was it?” she looked at her calendar on the wall. “Let’s see……….pretty much a month. Unfortunately, my computer died miserably on me, to a point where I couldn’t even get it to turn on. Of course, that required getting it shipped back to the company then getting it shipped back here. So, it’s been resurrected, yay! I just got it back maybe 20-40 minutes ago? Long time range, I know, but I didn’t look at a clock before I left, so there ya go.
Second, if you’ve actually been observant in my past videos, you’ll notice that now the background looks very, very different. To those of you who actually noticed, congrats, you get an internet cookie!” she stopped speaking momentarily and clapped. “To the rest, I’ll fill it in for ya. Pretty much, I mentioned in the last vlog before my laptop died……..miserably……..that my mother got remarried to this other guy. I won’t give the last name, for safety purposes for now, but it’s been very hectic the past few days especially.
Let’s see, we spent a lot of time sorting through old stuff and packing up everything we wanted for the move at the old house. Gosh, I already miss that place. We found that we actually had a lot of old stuff that we never used/were forgotten about, so we had a garage sale 2 days ago. We actually sold most of it, and made some nice cash, so that worked out spiffily. Except someone tried to by Mosh, my sister’s kitty. THAT went oh-so-well with my mom and my sister; best cat fight (forgive the pun) ever between those two and the couple that tried to take the precious kitty. Too bad I didn’t have a camera, that was quite beautiful……..
Anywho, on to the more important stuff.
You see, I’ve yet to meet this guy my mom is “oh-so-in-love“ with.” she rolled her eyes as she said this, not totally convinced if it was all love or if there was cash involved somewhere. “I only saw him once at the wedding, and he was mainly talking alone with my mom, so I’ve yet to actually meet him, and vice versa. It’s so weird that I have to call him “dad” now; I honestly don’t want to. I mean, sure, I never met my real one, but my sisters tell me he was wonderful. I never wanted a replacement one. Not to mention he was my mom‘s employer for babysitting his kids, so they probably know her better than I do since she spent so much more time with them than us…..
The worst part of the whole entire mess?” she paused and she leaned closer to the camera, looking slightly more irritated. “He has not one, not two, not even three-but FIVE SONS! FIVE! All two years older than me and each of my sisters. I mean, we can’t even outnumber them in a feakin fight now; boys are supposedly stronger. And the “financial gap” between us is pretty wide; the man is unnaturally rich, and so his whole family is probably pitying me and my sisters like we’re the Annie orphans or something. And now those two lovebirds expect us to all live in peace in this house! How, I ask, HOW?! I know it’s the worst for my older sisters; they’re so used to the way we used to live. So was I; I never wanted a replacement. Even though I have no right to complain……
Anywho, I’ve yet to meet them all. Actually, I’ve only met one.” she grinned for a moment, then sighed. “So, going completely out of character, I try to be friendly and ask him about what music he likes. I mean, we’re gonna be living together, right? Might was well find out about him. He brushes me right off him as if I were filthy dirt on his back. What I DON’T get is that he was so nice to my older sister! Shoot, if that’s just the tip of the iceberg, I’m screwed right up the bum.” she sighed, moving the hair out of her face, for it fell out of the ponytail.
“I know I might just be freaking out too much, but turns out there’s probably gonna be some formal dinner to meet everyone. Honestly, if they expect me to put on a uber-frilly dress, I’m not doing it. I’ll skip it; no, I’m serious! I just might! Those collars choke me to death! But here’s the thing:
ONE, if they got married, wouldn’t we have MET these guys by now? It was too rushed, probably because they both lost their partner and want to make up for that loss too quickly. But, that’s my biased opinion.
TWO, if we’re ‘family’ now, why are we going all fancy with each other? Aren’t families supposed to be honest with each other? It’s a house and family, not a church meeting! We’re a family; servants or not, A NORMAL EVERYDAY FAMILY! So yeah, I hope to God we dress normally; the servants will be creepy enough as it is.
Although, I’m trying to look at the bright side; it’s like being a princess in a large castle. The house is actually quite beautiful, and each gender of the teens have their own wing, which works out nice. We each get our own room, too (hence the changed background; get used to it people, this is my room)! So, yeah, hopefully I’ll live. Since I actually finished my homework and all, I’m pretty much free as far as work. So, I”ll just hole up in here for a bit and talk to you guys or something, and I‘ll probably keep up to date with vloging now, unless my computer dies again.
So yeah. Thanks to those who are actually watching this when it’s up; it means a lot to me, especially those subscribers and friends. Don’t’ be afraid to start a conversation with me; I’m all ears…..well, I try to be, hehe. Byeeeeeee!” she turned off the camera timer and submitted it. She was glad the doors were soundproof; she usually kept even her angry voice pretty low, but it was still a nice feature, and allowed her to open up more. She then started exploring sites, watching other friend’s vlogs, etc. Being a normal geek, by quick appearance.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 4:16 pm
Madeline went back to her room to vlog.
Doctor Whhoooooo~! (Warning! Spoilers!)
In the background is playing: (Doctorin' The TARDIS by The Timelords)
"BOO!" Madeline appeared on screen. "I'm sure you noticed the awesome new background music." She grinned. "I just heard..." She leaned into look at the camera. "That the totally hot David Tennant... isn't coming back for Season Five."
There was a gasp sound effect... and it echoed.
"I know! After this the Doctor only has three more lives!"
Gasp!
"I know! What will we do when the Doctor's lives run out?" She looked gloomy. "The Time Lords will have died out." She sighed a bit loudly. "But... maybe they'll bring Billie back this season." She looked into the camera. "No!"
She stood up and put her face close to the camera. "You don't understand Rose fans, Billie ain't comin' back! Nope! Alternate dimension people!"
She sat back down.
"Okay, real life." She smiled and held up the (empty) bowl of macaroni and cheese. "I had lunch."
Huh? The voices said.
"With Alyek." She smiled. "He's actually kind of nice."
She pointed a finger at the camera.
"Don't hold it against me."
She held the bowl up to the camera.
"He made me mac'n'cheese!" She smiled. "Sure, it was gourmet, but it was mac'n'cheese!" She sighed. "Now you're saying 'What's so important about mac'n'cheese?" She looked the camera in the eye and said, "Everything."
She leaned back, and put her fingers together. "Now since I've moved and all I need something familiar. Now gourmet mac'n'cheese isn't familiar... but its good."
She smiled.
"So, that's my update. If you want to psychoanalyze my need for macaroni and cheese, you can, and if you make a video about it and post it here I'll pick the best one and do a..."
Flourish~!
"Psychologist Awards Show!"
She grinned.
"Okay, Madeline out!"
She waved.
The screen faded to black and the music stopped.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 6:01 pm
Max rang the doorbell, holding his skateboard under one arm, then stepped back to wait. After a moment he heard light, fast footsteps making their way toward the door; there was a creak, and the affluent neighborhood lit up as Helena stepped out onto the porch. She smiled, exposing every one of her perfectly straight, bleach-white teeth, flicking her long blonde tresses over one shoulder with a careless motion. "Hello, Max," she lilted.
The way she said his name made his heart rate pick up to an almost feverish pace; maybe today he'd ask her, after all. "Hi, Adria-" He cut himself off, his face turning bright red. What a time to remember Adrienne's name! "Helena," he finished quickly.
It was too late. The bright green eyes narrowed. "And who is Adria--?" She asked, her voice dangerously casual.
Max shrugged, recovering his composure. "One of the wicked stepsisters; can't really remember which."
Helena studied his face for another second, then nodded, giving him a slight, flirtatious smiles that made him forget Adrienne's name all over again. "Well, you're safe from their clutches for the rest of the evening, Charming," she said, then turned and walked back into the house. Without any hesitation, Max followed.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 8:28 pm
When Alyekzander had finally tired even of simply thinking and was in serious danger of falling asleep, he rose from his chair and made his way out of his room. He did not bother to put back on his shoes. They were quite nice to look at, but not terribly comfortable to wear all day. Alyekzander often went barefoot or even shirtless in the West Wing; this was true even before the sisters had come. It was where his bedroom was located, guests would have no purpose being there; he felt no need to be uncomfortable. He half unbuttoned his shirt, but left it on. What would he do now with his time? He could go back to the music room... no. He had regained his equilibrium, but lost his interest. Perhaps he could pick up where he left off on his last unfinished painting. He admitted to himself that Naomi's interest in the art on their walls had been slowly worming its way into his skull to rekindle his love affair with paint.
Having made a decision, Alyekzander looks down at himself. No, no, these clothes simply would not do. He strode right back into his room to change. He had to ignore all of the clothing hanging in his closet; rows of perfectly pressed shirts and trousers, argyle sweaters, vests and even sweater vests. None of those would do, either. Finally he found a box, a plain cardboard box, that contained the only two pair of jeans, two tee shirts and single pair of battered old sneakers Alyekzander owned. All of which were already paint splattered. Perfect.
Alyekzander changed quickly before peering into the hallway. He looked both ways to see no one. Good. Swiftly he crept from his room and to a storage closet where all of his discarded interests collected dust and age. Large as the closet was, with so much stuffed inside it was not large enough for him to hide away while painting. And so he retrieved his half finished painting, some paints and brushes, and slipped out of the wing. Now, if he could just make it down to the garage unnoticed. With half of everyone gone, likely for the evening making pointed refusals to show for supper, Alyekzander thought the garage to be a perfect place for him to work in peace.
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 1:07 pm
Late again!
Mark sat in in his porcshe, two blocks from his house, and tapped impatiently on the wheel at the red light. At last, the light changed, and he was free. He fairly sped the remaining blocks, parked in the driveway and plucked his acoustic guitar out of the passenger's seat, loping into the house. He hadn't meant to be late, but practice had run long. Three hours long. Oh well, they'd written a song today.
He sang the lyrics softly as he walked toward the house:
Little sister
What have you done to me?
Little sister
Beneath the fam'ly tree.
Strange coincedence, those lyrics, on the day he himself gained five younger sisters. He smiled ruefully at the chances of it. Apparently, the move had been on his mind, even though he'd lost track of time. Father'd probably be upset that he hadn't been there to greet his new siblings, but he'd get over it. Mark was planning on being at the dinner tonight; that should placate the old man.
Into the house he strolled, his Les Paul hanging from his shoulder in its case. He didn't see any sisters. "Hello?" his voice quested, echoing through the house. This house was so large that even doubling the amount of people living here didn't make it feel any fuller. Ah, well, he was sure he'd meet the wicked steps soon enough. He wondered how Alykzander was taking things. He didn't do changes or strangers well. And now they had five virtual strangers living in their home. Okay, so they'd met a few times before, but never for any length of time.
His shoes came off once he was inside the door, and these he carried in one hand. Up the stairs, singing softly to himself, he walked to his room without meeting anyone. His shoes found their place by the door, and his guitar on its stand. One might not guess that he was a neat freak from his appearance, but he was. It was just so much easier when everything was in its place. No scrounging for things at the last minute, no losing important things. He sat in his desk chair a moment, enjoying the peace of his room.
If it was going to be this quiet, even with five girls he was sort of disappointed.
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 3:03 pm
Naomi had stayed on the computer for......well, she wasn't sure. Again, she had a habit of NOT looking at the clock. Nor setting her alarm, actually, which is why she overslept alot during the school week. Ah well, at least it was a good ol' Friday, and it had been a teacher workday. According to her mom, "the PERFECT day to get moving!" (then a small laugh for the pun is added here). So, even if everything went horribly wrong tonight and she came back up in many tears, she could still sleep in nice and late in her own secluded little santuary of a room, letting happy dreams fill her mind with more plesant thoughts. No later than noon, of course. Then the day feels wasted.
Suddenly, she felt a strange sensation run through her fingers, all the way down to her toes. It filled her with an unusual determination. Not an actual seizre-like I'm-gonna-die thing, but the sudden feeling of a unknown inspiration to.........draw. As if the sketch pens and paints and paper were calling to her. Of course! She was in a new enviroment, new emotions, why not let it out through pictures? She grinned as she got up and got her sketchbook, which was filled with all sorts of pictures, almost all hte pages used up and down to the final 7 or so out of 100. She also got out a old pack of sketch pens; they still worked wonderfully, even after a year and a half. She didn't like wasting such things as long as they worked.
Soon, she was on her bed, earbuds on her ears and the other end attached to the Itunes list on her computer. She was humming to herself as she began sketches of an unknown eginma of a figure, nowhere in it's final stages, but merely at it's raw creative stage.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 3:49 pm
Madeline was bored again, so she began to play guitar. She began playing random songs, which she messed up because she played them from memory. Beatles... Paramore... Rolling Stones... she just played without thinking.
She sang along as loudly as she could, and began to enjoy herself. It had been a while since she got a nice good sing. That didn't really make sense did it? It did to Madeline.
She'd sing until someone came pounding on her door or until her voice became hoarse, whichever came first. She was thoroughly enjoying herself for now.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 4:33 pm
Cecelia had throughly enjoyed her run, and had been in the West Wing, watching Alyekzander return to his room, and then saw, finally, the oldest, go into his room.
Now, how to use this nice information of knowing they were in their rooms, probably enjoying the peace? Cecelia got an idea, and relieved herself of the uncomfortable position behind a fern, and pulled out her cellphone. She then called one of her friends, and they began chatting, right outside the doors of her new brothers.
"He WHAT!?" Star squealed, and started to walk around by their doors. Hopefully, one of them would come out soon.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 5:46 pm
((Alyekzander slipped out of the West Wing in my last post, Star. Just a heads up that I'm not ignoring your post; he just isn't there.))
Alyekzander allowed himself a short moment to feel the elation of victory. He had made it to the garage without any interference and was now setting up an easel and pallet. Noting Markus' car with a small amount of surprise, he supposed he was incorrect about just how empty the house was. It was no matter; the car was in the garage, but his older brother had already made his egress and for the moment Alyekzander was completely alone.
It was a bit chilly in the garage, but Alyekzander ignored it as he set to work. It was a very simple piece; he was fairly certain he could finish it in a few hours if nothing interrupted him. It was supposed to be an idyllic farm scene complete with a barn off to one side and a random row of ducks. But one side of the painting still felt horribly empty and he could never decide what to put there. His frustration with several discarded ideas eventually led to him dropping painting altogether.
But this time he decided he would lay down the first figure that came to his mind. Being so picky was stunting the painting's growth! It would be a girl. Not too young; perhaps around his age. The farmer's daughter, probably, stealing a moment away from feeding chickens to read a book. The girl began to quickly take form, Alyekzander humming softly and adding elements as he thought of them. Long, dark curls and mouth arced in disappointment at the viewer for interrupting her. Yes, that was good. It all seemed vaguely familiar; was he copying another piece unwittingly? Well, he was not going to drive himself mad tearing through the house to find out which one; he would just paint.
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 8:22 pm
Well, Mark had had enough of the peace and quiet for one day. Maybe he should play some more. Yeah, he was in the mood to play today. The Les Paul was in his hands as he began to strum a few notes. Then he paused. He heard another guitar playing. He grew still as he listened. Whoever it was wasn't bad. It had to be one of the sisters, because as far as he knew, Alykzander didn't play much, certainly not at this level, and he had seen neither hide nor hair of his other brothers.
As he was listening intently, deciding wheter to interrupt the performance or not, a shrill female voice intruded, gabbing away at some gossip or the other. Mark slung his Les Paul by its strap, and opened his door, ignoring the chatting sister, except to give her a polite nod. Busy as she was with her phone conversation, she probably wouldn't want to be interrupted. He began matching what the other, mystery sister was playing. Ah, Paint it Black, a classic.
He wended his way closer, singing in a low voice:
"I see a red door
And I want it painted black
No colors anymore
I want them to turn black
I see the girls go by
Dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head
Until my darkness goes"
He sang until he was outside a door in the East wing. He probably looked a sight, in only a tank top and jeans. His long, blonde and black hair only half pulled back, and his tattoos showing. He began to enjoy his jam session with his mystery duet partner. She was good whoever she was. He began singing and playing a little louder. When she changed the song, he waited until he could identify it, then matched her. She was good. They'd probably get along.
((I'm gonna be fairly busy tomorrow and Sunday night, sorry. I'll be on all dat Monday though.))
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2008 9:17 pm
Naomi's creation continued to form by merely a movement of pencil on paper. It was strange what the mind came up with; this time she was not going to use any official rules or color schemes she was supposed to use. Instead, it would be replaced by raw emotion. After all, she's been feeling alot of it since two months ago. It was time to see what this did to the hidden parts of her brain, to see what new ideas were now circulating through her mind, as well as the mix of old.
It was if she was merely observing as she watched the mind do the work.
Ok, so so far, there seemed to be a girl forming. Long hair, color yet unknown. Her stature medium sized, teenagerish: was this her, or merely another that looked similar? The person was drawn smaller than usual, as if from a distance and that the view was high up and was looking down on the girl. Did this symbolize something? She was inwardly excited, and continued this creation. Ok, so the room she was in had stairs that led down, mabye? There had to be some way to either get up from the point of view or down where the girl was. The girl's expression was sad, almost longing-looking. Her dress was worn and tattered, her face yet still having something warm about it in the element that Naomi could not explain through words. She must continue.
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Posted: Sat Mar 15, 2008 10:23 am
Cecelia hung up her phone after the other brother had left, and sighed. Her plan didn't work. Oh well. There were plenty of other things that she could do to annoy her new brothers. She slipped her phone back in her pocket, and continued out of the west wing. She went to the kitchen, and grabbed an apple, then returned to what was now her room. She went over to her desk, and sat herself down to work on her newest college paper. She had to read a play, then write a 10000 word essay on the meaning and lesson of the play. Cecelia really hated working, but it was something to do.
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