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S y m b o l s && b u l l e t s. . . ! ☽☾✗✘✓ ✔ ☐ ☑ ☒ ✕ ✖✚✪✣✤✥
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☽☾✗✘✓ ✔ ☐ ☑ ☒ ✕ ✖✚✪✣✤✥
✱ ✲ ✳ ❃ ❂ ❁ ❀ ✿ ✾ ✽ ✼ ✻ ✺ ✹
✸ ✷ ✶ ✵ ✴ ❄ ❅ ❆ ❇ ❈ ❉ ❊ ❋ ❖
☀ ☂ ☁ ❣ ✚ ✪ ✣ ✤ ✥ ✦ ❉ ❥ ❦ ❧
❃ ❂ ❁ ❀ ✄ ☪ ➸ ♨ ☢ ☠ ☭ ♈ ☮ ☯
♋ ☡ ☢ ☣ ☤ ☥ ☦ ☧ ☨ ☩ ☪ ☫ ☬ ☭
♔ ♕ ♖ ♗ ♘ ♙ ♚ ♛ ♜ ♝ ♞ ♟ ۩ ۞
♠ ♡ ♢ ♣ ♤ ♥ ♦ ♧ ✦✧✩✫✬✭✮✯✰ ☼ ❣
☚ ☛ ☜ ☝ ☞ ☟
☿ ♀ ♁ ♂ ♃ ♄ ♅ ♆ ♇ ♈ ♉ ♊ ♌ ♍
△ ▲ ☆ ★ ◇ ◆ ■ □ ▽ ▼ ❤❥♎ ♏ ✐✌
๑ ＃ ＠ ＆ ＊ ￥ ☸ ☆ ★ ✪ ¤ ☼ ☀ ☽☾
♡ ღ☻ ☺ ❂ ◕ ⊕ ☉ Θ o O ♋ ☯ ㊝ ⊙ ◎
◑ ◐ ۰ • ● ▪ ▫ ｡ ﾟ ๑ ☜ ☞ ☂ ♨ ☎ ☏ ✍✡
▶ ▷ ◀ ◁ ☀ ☁ ☂ ☃ ☄ ★ ☆ ☇ ☈ ☉ ☊ ☋ ☌ ☍ ☑ ☒☢ ☸ ☹ ☺ ☻ ☼ ☽ ☾ ♠ ♡ ♢ ♣ ♤ ♥ ♦ ♧ ♨ ♩ ✙ ✈ ✉ ✌ ✁ ✎ ✐ ❀ ✰ ❁ ❤ ❥ ❦❧ ➳ ➽ 〠 〄 ㍿ ♝ ♞
✄☪☣☢☠☭
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Á á Ć ć É é Í í Ĺ ĺ Ń ń Ó ó Ŕ ŕ Ś ś Ú ú Ý ý Ź ź À à È è Ì ì Ò ò Ù ù  â Ĉ ĉ Ê ê Ĝ ĝ Ĥ ĥ Î î Ĵ ĵ Ô ô Ŝ ŝ Û û Ŵ ŵ Ŷ ŷ Ä ä Ë ë Ï ï Ö ö Ü ü Ÿ ÿ ß Ã ã Ẽ ẽ Ĩ ĩ Ñ ñ Õ õ Ũ ũ Ỹ ỹ Ç ç Ģ ģ Ķ ķ Ļ ļ Ņ ņ Ŗ ŗ Ş ş Ţ ţ Đ đ Ů ů Ǎ ǎ Č č Ď ď Ě ě Ǐ ǐ Ľ ľ Ň ň Ǒ ǒ Ř ř Š š Ť ť Ǔ ǔ Ž ž Ā ā Ē ē Ī ī Ō ō Ū ū ǖ ǘ ǚ ǜ Ă ă Ĕ ĕ Ğ ğ Ĭ ĭ Ŏ ŏ Ŭ ŭ Ċ ċ Ė ė Ġ ġ İ ı Ż ż Ą ą Ę ę Į į Ų ų Ł ł Ő ő Ű ű Ŀ ŀ Ħ ħ Ð ð Þ þ Œ œ Æ æ Ø ø Å å Ə ə •
Ά ά Έ έ Ή ή Ί ί Ό ό Ύ ύ Ώ ώ Α α Β β Γ γ Δ δ Ε ε Ζ ζ Η η Θ θ Ι ι Κ κ Λ λ Μ μ Ν ν Ξ ξ Ο ο Π π Ρ ρ Σ σ ς Τ τ Υ υ Φ φ Χ χ Ψ ψ Ω ω • •
А а Б б В в Г г Ґ ґ Ѓ ѓ Д д Ђ ђ Е е Ё ё Є є Ж ж З з Ѕ ѕ И и І і Ї ї Й й Ј ј К к Ќ ќ Л л Љ љ М м Н н Њ њ О о П п Р р С с Т т Ћ ћ У у Ў ў Ф ф Х х Ц ц Ч ч Џ џ Ш ш Щ щ Ъ ъ Ы ы Ь ь Э э Ю ю Я я
α в ¢ ∂ є ƒ g н ι נ к ℓ м η σ ρ q я ѕ т υ ν ω x у z
ą α ß Ь c đ ∂ ε є é Ғ ғ ╒ ƒ g Ħ ħ н ι J k ℓ м η ø σ p q я § τ u v ω x y z
Ҍ ₡ € Ҽ ₣ ₭ Ҝ ₤ ₥ ₦ ₱ ₮ ₩
ɑ ɒ ʙ ɓ ɔ ɕ ɖ ɗ ɘ ə ɚ ɛ ɜ ɝ ɞ ɟ ɠ ɡ ɢ ʛ ɥ ɦ ɧ ɨ ɩ ɪ ʝ ɫ ɬ ɭ ɮ ɯ ɰ ɱ ɲ ɳ ɴ ɴ ʀ ʁ ʂ ʈ ʉ ʊ ʋ ʌ ʍ ɣ ɤ ʎ ʐ ʑ
α в c ם/∂/δ є ғ ɢ н ι נ к ℓ м и σ ρ q я s т υ v ω x ץ/ч z
α β ¢ ∂ ε ƒ ԍ ɧ ι j ҡ ℓ η ø ρ q я ʂ τ ʋ v ω x y ʓ
α в c ם∂ є ғ ɢ н ι נ к ℓ м и σ ρ q я s т υ v ω x ץ z
Ȁ Ȃ Ȧ Ӓ Ӑ Ά Α Λ Ѧ Д ᾈ ᾉ ᾊ ᾋ ᾌ ᾍ ᾎ ᾏ • ȁ ȃ ɑ ɒ ɐ ȧ α ά Δ д ӓ ӑ ᾀ ᾁ ᾂ ᾃ ᾄ ᾅ ᾆ ᾇ ᾰ ᾱ ᾲ ᾳ ᾴ ᾶ ᾷ
β Ѣ • Ђ Ъ Ь ъ ь Ϧ ɓ ʙ ϐ ѣ б в Ҍ ҍ
ʗ Ѽ Ҁ Ҫ • ɔ ς ϲ ѽ ҁ ҫ
ɖ ɗ ʠ δ Ð đ ∂ ₫
Ȅ Ȇ Ӗ Ѐ Ȩ Ȝ Έ Ё Ε Ξ Σ ξ Є Э Ӭ З Ѯ Ҿ Ҽ Ӛ Ә Ӟ Ҙ ә • ə ε έ з є э е ϵ ϶ ȅ ɘ ȇ ɇ ȩ ѐ ё ѯ ҿ ҽ ӛ ӟ ҙ ӗ ӭ
Ϝ ₣╒ Ғ • ϝ ɟ ʄ ғ ƒ
Ѡ Ѿ • ɠ ɡ ʛ ɢ ɞ ʚ ɕ
Ȟ Ħ Ή Η Ң Ҥ Һ Ӈ Ӊ Ҕ ᾘ ᾙ ᾚ ᾛ ᾜ ᾝ ᾞ ᾟ • ʜ ɦ ћ ɧ ȟ ɥ ђ Ћ н ӈ ӊ ң ҕ ҥ
Ȉ Ȋ Ί Ϊ Ῐ Ῑ Ὶ Ί • ȉ ɨ ɩ ɪ ȋ ϊ ΐ ῐ ῑ ῒ ΐ ῖ ῗ
Ј • ʝ ϳ
Ќ Қ Ҟ Ҝ Ҟ Ӄ • ʞ ɮ κ ќ қ ҝ ҟ ҡ ӄ
ζ • ʟ ɫ ɬ ʅ ɭ ʃ ʄ ʆ ℓ
Ӎ • ɯ ɰ ɱ ӎ
Ƞ Ν И Π Ѝ Ҋ Ӣ Ӥ Ώ Ω Л Й • ɲ ɳ ɴ ή π η и й ѝ л ҋ ӣ ӥ ᾐ ᾑ ᾒ ᾓ ᾔ ᾕ ᾖ ᾗ ὴ ή ὴ ή
Ȍ Ӧ Ȏ Ȭ Ȫ Ȯ Ȱ ʘ Ό θ Ѻ ϴ Ӫ Θ Ѳ Ю ф Ὸ Ό • ȫ ȭ ȍ ȏ ȯ ȱ ɵ ɸ σ ϕ ό Φ ѻ ѳ ӧ ӫ
Ρ Ҏ Ῥ • ρ φ ҏ ῤ ῥ
Ϙ • ϙ Ϥ ϥ ϱ
Ȑ Ȓ Я Г Ѓ Ґ • я ɹ ɺ ɻ ɼ ɽ ɾ ɿ ȑ ȓ ʀ ʁ г ѓ ґ
Ș Ϩ ϩ Ϛ • ϛ ɛ ɜ ɝ ʂ ș
Ț Ҭ ₮• Ϯ ϯ ʇ ʈ ț т ҭ ৳ †
Ȕ Ȗ Ώ Ω ц • ȕ ȗ ʉ ʊ υ μ ϑ ϋ ύ ΰ
Ѵ Ѷ • ɣ ʋ ʌ ѵ ѷ ῠ ῡ ῢ ΰ ῦ ῧ
Ϣ Ш Щ • ϣ ш щ ѿ ѡ ʍ ώ ψ Ψ ω ϖ ᾠ ᾡ ᾢ ᾣ ᾤ ᾥ ᾦ ᾧ ῲ ῳ ῴ ῶ ῷ ὼ ώ
Ϫ Ж Җ χ Ҳ Ӂ Ӝ • ж ϰ ϗ ҳ ӂ ӝ җ
Ȳ ϒ ϓ ϔ Ύ Ϋ Υ Ў У ц Ѱ Ӱ Ӯ Ӳ Ӵ Ҷ Ҹ Ӌ Ῠ Ῡ Ὺ Ύ • Ч џ ў ү ұ ɣ ȳ ʎ ʏ ɤ Ϟ λ ϫ ӯ ӱ ӳ ӵ ҷ ҹ ӌ
Ȥ ʐ ʑ ȥ ʒ ʓ ȝ
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 4:04 pm
C o l o r s , pencils , & markers Reds: #f26877, #bb0033, #e00747, #ee3A8c, #ff0077, #b0171f, #f13b63, #ee6363, #eea2ad , Pale Violet Red, Light Pink, Light Salmon, Light Coral , Medium Violet Red, Dark Magenta, Dark Red, Dark Salmon, Deep Pink, Hot Pink , Salmon, Magenta, Maroon, Indian Red,Firebrick, Coral, Tomato, Pink, Fuchsia, Crimson
Oranges:#f96b07, #ff7d40, Dark Orange , Orange Red
Yellows: #ffbb00, #fcd116, Gold, Goldenrod, #cdcd00
Greens: #88bb44, #3d8e33,#008772, #7ccd7c, #bcee68, #00c78c, #b4eeb4, Pale Green, Light Green, Medium Sea Green, Medium Spring Green, Dark Sea Green , Yellow Green, Lime Green , Sea Green , Spring Green, Lawn Green, Chartreuse, Green Yellow, Forest Green, Olive Drab, Dark Olive Green , Lime, Dark Green, Olive
Blues: #7fc6b2, #99ddff, #4a9ce8, #00bbbb, #0072c6, #5555ff, #3232cc, #00c5cd, #6959cd, Pale Turquoise, Light Blue, Light Sky Blue, Light Steel Blue, Light Sea Green, Medium Blue, Medium Turquoise, Medium Aquamarine, Dark Blue, Dark Cyan, Dark Turquoise, Deep Sky Blue, Turquoise, Sky Blue, Powder Blue, Cadet Blue, Aquamarine, Steel Blue, Aqua, Midnight Blue, Navy, Royal Blue, Dodger Blue, Teal
Purples: #771199, #bb0088, Medium Slate Blue, Medium Purple, Medium Orchid, Dark Orchid, Dark Slate Blue, Dark Violet, Plum, Lavender, Blue Violet, Orchid, Purple, Thistle, Plum, Indigo
Browns: #552200, #886633, Dark Khaiki, Dark Goldenrod, Tan, Chocolate, Khaki, Rosy Brown, Saddle Brown, Sienna, Peru, Burly Wood, Wheat, Sandy Brown, Beige
Grays/Blacks: #a4b294, Light Slate Gray, Light Gray, Dark Slate Gray, Gray, Silver, Dim Gray, Slate Gray , Black
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 4:37 pm
People F r e q u e n t l y and P l a n n e d to be U s e d
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 4:38 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 10:22 pm
 ● Miss Scene ● ßαςϊcς
▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ My driver's license reads Ariel Bella Adams
My friends prefer to call me Ariel or Bells
The best day of my life has to be June twenty-fifth
I've eaten this many b-day cupcakes seventeen
Last time I checked Mother nature gives me my gift every twenty-eight days.
My eyes bug out whenever girls and boys walk by
Тακε ςσмε Иσ†ες
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Buy me these and I'll be nicer..maybe
♪ Music
♪ Sweets
♪ Drugs
♪ Piercings
♪ Alcohol
♪ Parties
♪ Sex
♪ Cigarettes
Gimmie these and I'll hurl on you
✓ Withdrawal
✓ Goodie-goodies
✓ People who think they're smarter than everyone else
✓ Break-ups
✓ My parents
✓ Being alone
✓ Complete silence
✓ Hormones
✓ Being told I can't do anything
Get those freakin things out of my sight!
✗ Getting abused again
✗ Dieing
✗ The dark
What you may or may not like about me
✩ Wild
✩ Loud
✩ Faithfult
✩ Curious
✩ Loving
✩ Talkative
✩ Impulsive
✩ Dismayed
✩ Tease
✩ Flirty
F is for friends who do stuff together
► Miss Trouble
► Miss Tomboy
► Mister Class Clown
► Mister Rebel
► Mister Punk
► Mister Musician
► Mister Erotic
Do you know your enemy? I sure do
I'm not a big fan of those royal pains and robots. They're spoiled and usually stuck up.
But I'll list them anyway.
◄ miss spoiled
◄ miss cheerleader
◄ mister sports star
◄ mister big mouth
◄ mister football captain
Keep this to yourself or else
► My thoughts on Mr. Erotic? I don't hate him or love him. At times I'll enjoy his company and other times I just want to slap him. Over all, he's a good guy.
► Mommy and Daddy got divorced. Mommy took Jake and Daddy took me. He was an alcoholic. A violet alcoholic. So after a little trip to the hospital, Jake took me in once he got his own place and I've been living with him ever since.
► A crush? I'm waiting for someone to sweep me off my feet or just bring me to my knees
мУ тuиɛς
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Wishing Well by The Airborne Toxic Event
Sober by Pink
Attack by 30 Seconds to Mars
You Found Me by the Fray
Be sure to thank Vanillah Twilight for that gruesome wedgie you just received. No charge. It's on the house.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 1:00 pm
 ● Mister Shy Artist ●ßαςϊcς
▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ My driver's license reads Jacob Anthony Adams
My friends prefer to call me Jake or Ant
The best day of my life has to be November seventeenth
I've eaten this many b-day cupcakes eighteen
Last time I checked I have a snake in my pants.
My eyes bug out whenever gorgeous girls walk by Тακε ςσмε Иσ†ες
▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ Buy me these and I'll be nicer..maybe
► Drawing
► Painting
► Music
► Coffee
► Cigarettes
► Reading
Gimmie these and I'll hurl on you
◄ Alcohol
◄ Drugs
◄ Complete Silence
◄ My father
Get those freakin things out of my sight!
✗ Being without love
✗ Something happening to my sister or brother
What you may or may not like about me
♭ Shy
♭ Calm
♭ Loyal
♭ Quiet
♭ Mature
♭ Worry-able
♭ Short-tempered
♭ Artistic
♭ Impulsive
♭ Creative
F is for friends who do stuff together
► Nikki
► Charlotte
► Corrine
► Tobin
► Trinity
► Mister Musician
Do you know your enemy? I sure do
I don't really have any. If you have a problem with me, then alright.
Keep this to yourself or else
• In memory of my mother's death, I changed my last name to her maiden name.
• I smoke. Not many people know this, but I'm stressed over school, my father, my moments of lost-inspiration, etc.
• Crushes? Well, I'm waiting for someone to catch my eye. If there's a sketch of you in my sketchbook then I'm somewhat interested in you.
• I live by myself in a small three bed-room apartment.
• My father is a drunk, he beats my sister and has attempted to beat my brother. I've told them to come stay with me but they won't.
• I've been in a couple relationships before but they all left me because they liked some man whore or sports star or something.
• Am I a virgin? No, I lost it at sixteen to someone I regret being with. I'm STD free by the way.
мУ тuиɛς
▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ Honey and the Moon by Joseph Arther
Shattered (MTT version) by Trading Yesterday
How To Save A Life by The Fray
Bulletproof Love by Pierce the Veil
Moonlight by Long Since Forgotten
Be sure to thank Vanillah Twilight for that gruesome wedgie you just received. No charge. It's on the house.
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 9:54 pm
 LUKE * SCAR as you SEE me
• [t h e N A M E i s ]
lukas adam hart
• [ p l e a s e C A L L m e ]
luke
• [ a s t h e Y E A R S g o b y ]
eighteen // october fifth
• [ w h a t a r e y o u L O O K I N G a t ]
male
BENEATH the surface
• [ y o u m i g h t K N O W m e a s]
scar
• [ t h e y c a u g h t m y H E A R T ]
nala
• [ b u t t h e y c a u g h t m y E Y E ]
ursula, maleficent, megara
there is something MORE
• [ s o r r y f o r t h e w a y i A C T]
cold
manipulative
gentle
• [ i a l w a y s w a n t M O R E ]
outdoors
having alone time
cigarettes
alcohol
• [ i ' d r a t h e r h a v e N O N E ]
large crowds
nosy people
ex-girlfriends
hangovers * Vanillah Twilight *
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 10:33 pm
 TASHA * TINKERBELL as you SEE me
• [t h e N A M E i s ]
natasha angela hart
• [ p l e a s e C A L L m e ]
tasha
• [ a s t h e Y E A R S g o b y ]
seventeen // november third
• [ w h a t a r e y o u L O O K I N G a t ]
female
BENEATH the surface
• [ y o u m i g h t K N O W m e a s]
tinkerbell
• [ t h e y c a u g h t m y H E A R T ]
captain hook
• [ b u t t h e y c a u g h t m y E Y E ]
beast, tarzan
there is something MORE
• [ s o r r y f o r t h e w a y i A C T]
stubborn
outgoing
sweet
• [ i a l w a y s w a n t M O R E ]
parties
climbing trees
rain
cigarettes
• [ i ' d r a t h e r h a v e N O N E ]
thunder
being alone
withdrawel * Vanillah Twilight *
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2010 3:18 pm
 Maggie * Sleeping Beauty as you SEE me
• [t h e N A M E i s ]
Magnolia Amanda White
• [ p l e a s e C A L L m e ]
Maggie
• [ a s t h e Y E A R S g o b y ]
Seventeen // June Twenty-eighth
• [ w h a t a r e y o u L O O K I N G a t ]
I'm a girl, sweetie
BENEATH the surface
• [ y o u m i g h t K N O W m e a s]
Sleeping Beauty
• [ t h e y c a u g h t m y H E A R T ]
No one...I just got out of a bad relationship... Okay, I've fallen for Beast
• [ b u t t h e y c a u g h t m y E Y E ]
Prince Phillip, Prince Naveen, Tarzan
there is something MORE
• [ s o r r y f o r t h e w a y i A C T]
Dreamer
Caring
Sweet
• [ i a l w a y s w a n t M O R E ]
Climbing trees
Day-dreaming
Singing
Playing the piano
Walking
Cigarettes but only only Luke (Scar) knows
• [ i ' d r a t h e r h a v e N O N E ]
Fire
Drowning
Rude girls
Liars
Cheaters
Self-centered people * Vanillah Twilight *
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 9:10 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: Mon Sep 27, 2010 8:10 pm
NaTasha angela Hart
Also known as: Tinkerbell
"The Little Pixie" Tasha wasn’t the best swimmer. She could do the basics; free style and breast stroke but since her lung capacity was low because of her cigarette smoking, she couldn’t hold her breath for too long. Her small body was sinking deeper into the six feet area of the pool; the difficult part of the situation was the little pixie couldn’t tread water. Tasha was beginning to calculate how she would get out of this situation, sink to the bottom and push off, but she was running low on her air. Just then she felt an arm wrap around her tiny waist. Not long was she then pulled to the surface, once they broke through, she coughed out the little bits of water she had managed to breathe in she took a long breath and then took a long breath. She clung on close the boy who had saved her, not really knowing who it was until her finally spoke. Saying she owed him a new t-shirt. She turned her gaze to meet Blake’s, Tasha slightly smiled “Yeah, sure Blake. Why don’t you make me,” teasing him as he brought her to the stairs, probably not the best thing to do at the moment, he did have his arm around her waist.
Reaching the ladder, Ruthie then grabbed Tasha by the elbow and helped her up. Wrapping a towel around her, Tasha took it upon herself to dry off her own hair and cloths. Her curls were no a straight wet mess of puff, great. She sighed at her soaked cloths, at least she had some dry ones back at the car. Today wasn’t going good. Glancing around the room, she found her book bag lying on the side of the pool, dry. Thank god. But then noticing the lump in her pocket, she pulled out her fried cell phone. She groaned as she shoved it back into her packet, there goes fifty dollars to replace it and having to get all the information back on it. Turning back to Ruthie and Blake as they engaged in their conversation, her eyes slightly narrowed. Maybe it was time to go, grasping her book-bag she walked passed the two, “Thanks; I’ll see you guys at the party hopefully,”
The walk back to the car wasn’t enjoyable, with receiving looks from other and how they would talk in whispered as she passed, “Looks like the little pixie fell in the pool,” Arriving at the car, she found Luke and Maggie almost passed out in the back seat. Rolling her eyes, she opened the driver’s door and popped the trunk. Moving back, she searched for some of her backup cloths she kept in the back. Pulling out, tight light blue jeans and a cream and light brown stripped long shirt, then grabbing clean pairs of under garments from a plastic bag, she returned back into the car, “Hey, sleepy heads, get out. I need to change,” Her brother raised and eyebrow about her wet appearance but didn’t say anything of it yet and just grabbed his stuff and took Maggie out of the car with him. Sliding in the back, the blonde pulled off the wet cloths and then replaced them with the dry ones. Looking around the back, she found a pair of her flats and slipped them on. Climbing out and locking the car, Tasha turned and made her way to Pre-Calculus. You know that place between sleep and awake,
the place where you can still remember d r e a m i n g?
That's where I'll always l o v e you, Peter Pan.
That's where I'll be waiting.
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 9:18 pm
You may know me as: Sleeping Beauty But I go by Maggie"The Dreamer"We walk together, and talk together,
and just before we say goodbye,
he takes me in his arms, and then...
I wake up
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 9:10 pm
You know me as Scar
But I go by Lukas adam Hart
"The Rebellious, Wild Child" With his cat nap disturbed by Tasha’s entrance into the car, he stared at her with a raised eyebrow as he took in her damp appearance. ‘I question how clumsy you really are,’ Grabbing her backpack, he nudged Maggie awake and she soon did the same. Leaving the car, he closed the door before starting his walk to class. Pulling out his phone, his eyes slightly widened at the time “Looks like we’re late, Mags,” She turned towards him and sighed, “I have literature,” A simple ‘oh’ escaped Luke’s lips. Mr. Simons was strict about people being to class on time and Maggie was the type of girl to be late. “I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have fallen asleep myself,” “Don’t beat yourself, it’s not your fault,” Turning to her as they walked, she seemed distant suddenly like she’d rather be somewhere else. “Well, I got to go, I’ll see you,” going to give her a hug good-bye, she just moved away and hurried off. Stopping, he walked as she left him standing there, rejected by only a friendly gesture. Shaking his head, he placed his hand in his jean pockets and continued the walk to Creative Writing.
Arriving later than he usually would, his teacher turned towards him and with the anger oozing off of his bald head. “Where have you been?” he questioned. “Sleeping, bad backs have proven to cause sleep problems,” Knowing the smart-a** comments never helped his situation with his teachers but they couldn’t hate him; he was passing. Since Mr. B had remained quiet, Luke walked to the open seat left in one of the front rows. It was his desk; his initials were carved into the wood. Sliding into the seat, he slid his bag onto the floor after grabbing his notebook and mechanical pencil. His eyes slowly fixed on Miss Remember. She was something, an athlete and a bookworm, with disgust for smokers. He often questioned his infatuation with someone that was his complete opposite but everyone knows what they say about that; opposites attract. And apparently the guy beside her seemed interested in the young girl, raising his brow, his light green-hazel eyes locked on to him with curiosity. The new kid, Carlos. He scowled with annoyance.
Looking around the room, his eyes slowly took in the many faces. He never realized how many people were actually in this class. Most he had a bit of history with, knowing some from parties, fights, and being paired up with them for school projects through out the year. He then found Camilla. She was something else, similar to him in ways and sometimes the opposite. Cam was one of those people who he could have a conversation with. Not knowing if she was too fond with him, he never really cared. She always would talk back to him. The good thing was, she was close by. He slowly leaned in his seat towards her direction, “Hey Cam, what did I miss?”Yes, my teeth and a m b i t i o n s are bared
Be prepared!
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