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 Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 9:27 pm
One girl had the perfect life. Picture Perfect.  Everything had finally fallen into place.
She graduated, early.
She and her boyfriend had just celebrated their three year.
She was starting college in the fall.
Her life felt stress free and she was having fun.
Then she met a girl.
The badass girl everyone feared in high school.
The girl she was hanging around with an awful lot lately.
The girl she was ... falling for?
That was not in the plans.
No, she was straight.
Right?
She wasn't falling in love.
They were friends.
Period.
No question marks.
Just that.
Friends.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 9:30 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 11:34 pm
 →→☆Kiara Grace Rowlan ☆←← Heya! you can call me Kiara. I was born in 1993, making me eighteen. ℓ❤ℓ ι'νє ¢σмє тσσ ƒαя тσ тυяη αяσυη∂:
It was just me and good old momma growing up. Dad left before I even existed... outside of the womb that is. Not that it mattered much. Mom and I, we got by just fine on our own. We weren't rich, but she was a nurse who wasn't home a lot and I became an independent little lady. She relied on me just as much as I relied on her and that was just fine.
I grew up to look pretty much exactly like my mother does. I laugh like my mother does. She taught me everything about life.
We were happy.
Until dad came around again around the time I hit middle school. He said he wanted to see me, wanted custody. Some court battles later, I was forced into seeing him at least twice a month. When and for how long was my choice, but I had to do it and he had to pay a nice little fee to my mom.
I met Dylan in our eighth grade year and we hit it off instantly. Seriously, he got me through all my dad s**t and then we sort of fell out of touch our freshman year.
He came back around near the end of the summer before our sophmore year... right in time too. Mom got really sick. Breast Cancer. And dad was milking it up, trying to be the daddy I never had. Yeah, like I was believing that crock of s**t.
No, I had Dylan to lean on and that's all I needed to take care of my mom. He and I fell in love and have been inseparable ever since.
I graduated early, he stayed behind to finish out the year in full. But we still are tight as ever. Mom got better, finally cancer free and out of remission.
Dad ducked out, again... not a surprise.
He sort of owes mom a lot in back child support now, so that whole thing kinda blew up in his face.
I'm moving forward in my life again, instead of staying in neutral and on guard, waiting for the worse. No, life is finally smooth and going as planned.
Or it was...
Until I met the girl who everyone in my high school feared. Or maybe not feared, but loved for being who everyone else was too afraid to be- Herself. Someone who would and could take you out if needed.
Seriously.
Never would have thought her and I would get close.
But we did.
When I started my first two weeks at the community college here.
And now...
Things are ...
Well, different.
I really don't wanna talk about it.
»--» »--» เŦ єשєгא๏ภє ςคгє๔:
Caring. Independent. Dependable. I'm everyone's go-to girl. I take care of everyone and always wanna make things all better. I don't like letting other people take care of me, often. But I'm always in to make someone else smile or feel good. I love my mom, above everyone else. She's my savior and my rock. She keeps me level. I can be wacky emotional, and I can be just plain wacky. But I'm more serious than wacky lately. Unless you can really get me to let lose. Which is hard to do sometimes.
I wanna be somebody. Change the world. Go out with a bang, not a fizzle. ⓜⓔ ⓖⓤⓢⓣⓐ:
♥ Lemonheads
♥ My Mom<3
♥ Dylan
♥ Sweet Iced Tea
♥ Screw Diamonds, sugar is a girls best friend.
му кяуρтσηιтє:
☠ Sleeping In
☠ Football, which Dylan loves
☠ My Sperm Donor?
☠ Loud Music
☠ Cancer
  →→☆Shannon Alexa Pierce☆←← Get to the point. You can call me Shay. I was born in 1992, making me 19. ℓ❤ℓ ι'νє ¢σмє тσσ ƒαя тσ тυяη αяσυη∂: I'm not here to complain, but you get what you ask for. My dad died while I was in the womb- and I'm pretty damn sure it wasn't a working "accident," at least, not that last part. I had two older brothers that raised me just as much as my mother did. Ya know, until they started leaving me one way or another.
I grew up in dirty, downtown LA, where the streets are paved in blood, sweat, and grime.
We had a small, two bedroom apartment. I shared a room with my mother, and my brother's shared the other. I would wonder how we could afford even that much, but I figured it out when my oldest brother, Lucas, was arrested for robbery, grand theft auto, and multiple accounts of assault. Oh, and that's not to mention suspicion of 2nd degree murder.
Had I not been a better liar, he would have been convicted of that last one too, considering I knew for a fact that he had committed FIRST degree murder.... Two days after he found me beaten and broken in his "friends" basement, passed out, and violated. He'd missed paying a debt to an old friend that had a fancy for underage women. I'd paid.
I turned 9 a week later.
By the time I made 13, I had been in more fights than you can count. My brother's taught me to fight, and they taught me to fight dirty. More often than not, I won. The rest of the time, I got my a** kicked. Plain and simple. This happened until I started getting my a** kicked less and less. The guys stopped going easy on me a long time ago.
It wasn't long after that my remaining brother, Zachery, age 19, was murdered coming out of a bar at 3am. Never found out how he got in in the first place and the killer was never found. Then again, it's hard to find what you never looked for. Doubt my scum of the earth family were on anyone's top priority list.
Six months later, my mother and I were evicted from our apartment, and ran off to join a shelter. Problem was, by then, my mom was sick. I don't know with what, because she wouldn't go to the hospital. She died four months later. I was 14 then. I ran away from the shelter that same night, knowing I'd be sent to a ******** girl's home or some s**t.
On the streets, I used the skills I was taught be my dear older brothers. Shoplifting, pickpocketing, and yes- Robbery.
Unfortunately, I was caught less than a year later and sent to Juvi, where they started schooling me again- I'd been two years out of school by then.
Once life had settled in the pen a bit, they started telling me I had a knack for this. Had an aptitude for this s**t.
Could turn my life around.
Lacking things to do and places to go, I had little else to do but read, work, and work out- one way or another.
Some things about that s**t hole weren't so bad, I suppose. For one thing, there had been no shortage of young, teenage, hormone driven, sex deprived women.
Not the worst place to be gay.
Food was another story however.
I'm two years out now, and barely off probation. Next time awards me no small prize, but a ticket to the big house, at the ripe age of 19, same as dear ol' Lucas. Still time to find out if I'll make 20 and beat his record of LIVING PAST 19. Not to mention perhaps... not being incarcerated?
First to "graduate" High School of my kin, if you can call it that. But it counts.
College bites so far, and not the good kind. But perhaps I've found my rainbow that succeeds the storm?
Yeah, I really said that. I am of the female race, if the C cups and long flowing hair didn't give it away.»--» »--» เŦ єשєгא๏ภє ςคгє๔:
So you've heard the pitiful past and would still like to know what's behind my pretty little face? Hallelujah.
You can forgive, forget, or cry over my sarcasm for the good any of it will do you, though truth be told, I'm not without humor. My depth goes beyond the bitter sarcasm, believe it or not. Call me a cynic if you will, but I have my reasons, though most would be hard pressed to hear the truth of any of them.
I'm blunt, impulsive, temperamental, and occasionally vindictive.
I'm also kind to those that deserve it, respect those that earn it, willing to fight for those proven worth it, and yearning to love someone that returns it.
ⓜⓔ ⓖⓤⓢⓣⓐ:
♥ Sour candies
♥ Reading, true story.
♥ Anarchy
♥ Money
♥ Shiny... toys... and by toys, I mean knives.
му кяуρтσηιтє:
Most men. Bastards are all the same.☠
Cops. Law. Government.... Establishment? I can go on.
Most religions.☠
The roommate.☠
My job.☠
 IMPORTANT * Allie * Allie's Girlfriend, Avril*Daisy* Kiara's Mom, KellyKiara's Dad- RichardRufus, Kelly bfShay's Tattoos FrontCollarbone Reads:Left "I tear my heart open"Right "I sew myself shut"Upper side reads:"And my weakness is:
That I care too much"Lower Side P1:"And our scars remind us
That the past is real"Lower Side P2:"I tear my heart open
Just to feel"Shay's tribal arm tattooShay's back tattooShay's left ankle tattooRight ankle tattooShay's Juvenile Record & Police ReportsIt would be spread out in several documents and police reports, and I'm thinking maybe Dillon Highlighted the important parts for her or something. But I condensed the information she needs to get out of looking through it.  →→☆{ James Dillon Faults }☆←← Sup? you can call me Dillon. I was born in 1993, making me eighteen. ℓ❤ℓ ι'νє ¢σмє тσσ ƒαя тσ тυяη αяσυη∂: Names Dillon Faults, born and raised in small town USA. I met the girl I’m gonna marry in middle school, loved her throughout the next four years before I got the balls to do anything about it. From Sophmore year until now she’s been mine, all mine. Her dad was a piece of s**t, her moms always been like a second mother to me, and we have plans. We have a future. She’s going to that dinky community college, I’m graduating in a couple of weeks (June), we are going away together. Just us. Now that her moms been cancer free for so long and all that good stuff, we can finally make a life for ourselves.
Or I thought so at least. Until she met that girl… at her dinky school.
Anyways, let me back up.
My family is nothing special, but we aren’t dirt poor. I’ve never wanted for anything, dad’s a lawyer, mom’s a lush. I have an older brother, he’s off being a lawyer too. If you follow daddy’s footsteps you’re instantly the favorite. I was always a mama’s boy, until the last few years… Something happened. Surely dad did something, probably cheated. Who knows. Mom’s hardly around, when she is she’s smashed and passed out somewhere in the house. Dad’s never really been around so Kiara and I always spend a lot of time with her mother. She became a mother-like figure for me quickly. We just all fit so well together. I fought tooth and nail for her, scared off many prospects in middle school, then again in early high school. When I finally got her to be mine, I made sure it stayed that way. Then she went and graduated early… I couldn’t always be around when she was at college and I was finishing high school. I didn’t have the credits to follow her there...
Anyways. My brother lives a good drive away, we were pretty close just haven’t had much time for each other lately... Dad and I hardly speak. Mom’s basically abandoned me. And now Kiara is trying to leave me too. I know she’s just a little messed up right now, she’ll come back to me.
I’ve recently started to follow this Shay girl, I don’t trust her. Things seem off there. I’ll get the proof I need to get Kiara to come back to me, I will. She’s my everything and I can’t live without her.
»--» »--» เŦ єשєгא๏ภє ςคгє๔:
I’ve never been the best student. I’ve got a quick temper, but a big heart. I have the drinking gene, but I can usually monitor it pretty well. I used to be a great line backer, until I tore my ACL my Junior year. That through me into a whirlwind. Not that paying for college is going to be an issue, I’ve just sort of lost my way. Kiara is my light, my guide. She’s everything to me. I’ve never loved someone so much. I’m extreme, loyal, and not afraid to go to the very edge for what I want. Dad always said if I was smarter I’d make a great lawyer. I’m a fighter. Tough. Guarded. ⓜⓔ ⓖⓤⓢⓣⓐ:
♥Kiara
♥ Red Heads
♥ Football
♥ Trucks
♥ Guns
му кяуρтσηιтє:
☠ Shay
☠ Testing
☠ Gas Prices
☠ Jealousy
☠ Being Lonely
  →→☆Alison Christine DiLaurentis☆←← Hey! you can call me Ali. I was born in '93, making me Eighteen. ℓ❤ℓ ι'νє ¢σмє тσσ ƒαя тσ тυяη αяσυη∂: Alison grew up in the seemingly perfect home. Her dad, Dr. DiLaurentis (day-lah-rent-ahs), was a surgeon. He traveled constantly, worked long hours, and paid for her lush of a mother to run around without him. She had met Kiara when they were in diapers at daycare, the best one in town. Kiara's mom worked extra hours to keep her in there, because she knew she'd get the best care and jumpstart education. Ali's mother wouldn't have it any other way. Only the best for her and her older brother Jackson, or Jax, if you weren't his parents.
Jax, who is six years older than her, left as soon as he turned eighteen. Daddy allows him to live off their families money, running around... Doing who knows what. Just as long as he keeps quiet and enrolled in school. Even if he was a music major... They were just glad he made it alive out of high school after all the problems he had as a teenager. He always got himself into bad situations, making Ali feel like the older sibling. Even though she was eleven when he turned sixteen and got caught popping pills. It only escalated from there. From then on, she helped him get home. Ali would sneak out of Kiara's house late at night when he would call her, sloshed or high. She helped him when he was puking at three in the morning, she took care of him. Got him to bed, then ran back to Kiara's. She hated being home, but she would do anything for Jax.
Then he left her. Alone.
She was fourteen, just barely, when he graduated high school. She was just starting, he was running away. That's when she fell apart. She felt as though she had lost control, the only person who held her hand through it was Kiara. Who was also going through hell with her mother early in high school. She was basically living with the St. James' by now. They were practically sisters. And her mother was more of a mother to her, than hers ever was. They helped each other, until Dillon slipped into the picture. Kiara hardly dated in high school, but Ali had made her way through the football team, the debate club, and even dabbled through the band. But nothing stuck, nothing felt right. So, while Kiara was settling into a relationship, Ali was running around alone. She hit parties more instead of opting to stay in for girls night, she was trying new things... Meeting new people. Nothing stuck until college.
She got into a really good school three hours away from their hometown, and Kiara had graduated early too... Only to stay close by because her loser boyfriend couldn't get the credits to graduate early, and his daddy couldn't buy his way out. Sadly, and almost regretfully now, Ali left home for college.
College. Where she met the love of her life, Arizona St. James. Ari came out of foster care, lived in her car for a short period of time through her senior year- after escaping a horrible family, and then once she got her feet on the ground and started sharing a little studio apartment with a girl from work, she started getting grants and loans to pay for college. A year older than Ali, she had her grounding when they met. Ari had never met her parents, her mother apparently was a crack whore who probably didn't know her dad anyway. She never got adopted, didn't have any family. But she was making something of herself now, she was popular at school, she had good grades, and now shared a bigger apartment with Ali at school. They were staying together in her parents pool house over the summer. Her parents, that she had hardly met.
But apparently that didn't matter to Ali. She had a family, but it wasn't much better than her own. Ali was some sort of angel, rich and powerful, but knew Ari's life and loved her anyways. Loved her for it even.
Ari was super unhealthy when she started college, obviously. But the on campus counselor in high school had taken her under her wing, nursed her even. She helped her better her cold, scattered, and scared self. She was the whole reason the girl went to college.
Ali and Ari met on the night all the girls walk to the sororities to decide where to pledge. In the end, both girls were just looking for something to do, somewhere to fit. Ari, was a late applicant, Ali was a Gamma Phi alumni. They walked around, ended up getting plastered, and crashing at a frat house among other people their age, equally as trashed. After leaving the next morning, they joked about the crazy girls they had met, and decided they were better off alone. After spending the first two months of Ali's college career attached at the hip, they connected, moved in together, and fell in love.
»--» »--» เŦ єשєгא๏ภє ςคгє๔:
Ali:
Ali is self sufficient, independent to a fault, a hard worker, committed, and combative. She would fight for any one she loved, just as she did for her brother growing up. She's proud, even arrogant. Her craving for vengeance likes to show it's ugly head every so often. Mostly, she cares too much, takes initiative, and likes to control everything around her.
Ari:
Ari is a risk taker. She loves the thrill of life, always living closer to the edge than Ali likes. Especially now that she could basically do anything if Ali wanted to spend the dough, she was more interested in making her own way. She wanted to one day have the money on her own to do the lavish things Ali introduced her to. It was a whole new world being with her. A world very different than her pathetic foster care life. Her poor, emphasis on the poor, life. She didn't like to sit still, needs constant attention, and is spontaneous. She is so enamored by Alison and the life she presents, she's overly grateful, madly in love, and that's without the money. She loves what Ali stands for for her.
ⓜⓔ ⓖⓤⓢⓣⓐ:
♥ Coffee, as sweet as possible
♥ Running
♥ Shots
♥ Shopping
♥ Her purple Bentley Convertible
му кяуρтσηιтє:
☠ Dillon
☠ Drugs
☠ Doctors
☠ Needles
☠ Loss of Control
Arizona St. James 
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 1:24 pm
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈x People always say I have a laugh
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ like my mother does. ﹞
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈xGuess that makes sense, she taught me how to smile
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ when things get rough. ﹞
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈xWhen I feel weak && unpretty I know
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ I'm beautiful and strong because I see myself like my mother does. ﹞
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈xI let my temper fly,
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ and she can walk away when she's had enough. ﹞
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈xShe's a rock. She is grace. She's an angel.
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ She's my heart and soul. ﹞
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 12:46 am
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈x People always say I have a laugh
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ like my mother does. ﹞
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈xGuess that makes sense, she taught me how to smile
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ when things get rough. ﹞
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈xWhen I feel weak && unpretty I know
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ I'm beautiful and strong because I see myself like my mother does. ﹞
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈xI let my temper fly,
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ and she can walk away when she's had enough. ﹞
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈xShe's a rock. She is grace. She's an angel.
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ She's my heart and soul. ﹞
[ Kiara Grace Rowlan ] ┏━━━━━━━━━┓
Sitting in the library Kiara typed mindlessly on the computer. She had a paper due next class and needed a rough draft and a perfected piece. The problem was... her rough draft was perfect.
She seemed to have that problem a lot, actually.
"I honestly don't see what's wrong with my paper." Then she'd get it back and it'd be a B. Kiara didn't get B's, especially not in English-related courses. It was damn near unheard of.
"This b***h is out to get me, I swear."
Next to her was Shay, who probably hadn't even started the paper and would still ace the damn thing.
"And do not tell me I'm being paranoid. I honestly think Ms. Patch hates me."
With her chin rested in her hand and her elbow on the desk, she rolled her eyes, blowing a strand of hair from her face.
Shay. The girl she met in her English 101 class at the start of the semester. She was rough around the edges, you could tell. But they had hit it off pretty easily. They hung out around campus a few times, grabbed lunch and that sort of thing.
People gave them double glances, which Kiara found to be a b***h strange, but never thought much into it.
Until yesterday.
Someone had made a snide remark to her when she was getting a soda from the machines.
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"Didya know your little friend likes girls? Cause people are starting to talk." It was one of Dylan's friends. Of course.
"Jackson, shut up. She does not."
"Are you joking? You don't know?"
She cocked her head to the side. Wait, he wasn't joking around and just being a p***k?
"What?"
"She's a lesbian, bro."
With a smirk, he walked off.
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Kiara had been left standing there, stunned for awhile. But honestly, Jackson said that kinda s**t all the time. He was probably just being a jackass because Shay was a little on the rough side. From what Kiara knew of the girls past, she had to be rough to survive.
But she wasn't putting much thought into that, right?
"I wanna just skip that class...like, forever."
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 8:43 pm
Through the smoke a silhouette
I can barely see
There’s a man with an axe
Standing in the rain
Looked me straight in the eyes
This is what he had to say: "Never fall asleep. You won’t wake up." ¤Shay¤ I walk with shadows
(The questions I will never say)
Hiding from the gallows
(They keep me safe and sound)
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2011 9:22 pm
Through the smoke a silhouette
I can barely see
There’s a man with an axe
Standing in the rain
Looked me straight in the eyes
This is what he had to say: "Never fall asleep. You won’t wake up." ¤Shay¤ I walk with shadows
(The questions I will never say)
Hiding from the gallows
(They keep me safe and sound)
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄So I walk with shadows▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Shay sat with her knees pressed up, and feet on the computer chair, which she had gotten in trouble for a million times until she started taking her shoes off and doing it.
She was supposedly working on her written rough draft, but ended up sketching on the sides more than anything else. All she was doing was ruining her final paper anyway.
Shay was in the company of her friend, Kiara, who she'd been hanging with more often than anyone else lately. Honestly, they were the last pair anyone would expect to see together ever, much less so frequently. Especially because most of Kiara's other friends disliked Shay, and most of Shay's friends regarded Kiara with the utmost suspicion at all times.
And here they were again, sort of studying.
Once Kiara spoke up about her paper, because like Shay, she also had issues with rough drafts, Shay looked up thoughtfully.
Without a word, Shay snatched up Kiara's freshly printed paper off the desk and started reading it, making little pencil marks and better wording corrections here and there- in Kiara's handwriting.
That last part was a trick likely to throw the other girl off for a moment, because Shay hadn't shown off that skill before. It took a little work, but she could copy pretty much anyone's handwriting. She'd prefer not to share why however.
As she did this, she smirked, "Your not entirely paranoid, but for every little bit she hates you, she loathes me 10 times more. She probably only dislikes you by association, you know."
The last time Ms. Patch had been forced to give Shay an "A" on an essay, the letter had looked strangely scribbled, especially since the woman was normally notoriously neat, as if it had physically pained her to write it. And then there had been a very deeply gouged minus sign next to the letter, and one or two half-assed comments as to why.
"There." Shay tossed the paper back.
"Now add those into your document and reprint and your set."
Many of her corrections had been unnecessary, but equally as adequate to the originals, while others were slight improvements. Kiara was a decent writer, so there hadn't been much- but Shay knew what Patches(as Shay had dubbed her first day) wanted to see.
"I couldn't sleep last night, so my final's done. I'm just finishing the draft by mutilating it. Then we can goooo..."
Shay corrected when typing essays as she went along, which made making a draft first difficult, not one with enough corrections for Patches anyway.All the vibrant colors I seeAnd the shades that fill the grey 𝖕คɨи
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2012 11:01 pm
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈x People always say I have a laugh
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ like my mother does. ﹞
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈xGuess that makes sense, she taught me how to smile
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ when things get rough. ﹞
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈xWhen I feel weak && unpretty I know
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ I'm beautiful and strong because I see myself like my mother does. ﹞
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈xI let my temper fly,
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ and she can walk away when she's had enough. ﹞
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈xShe's a rock. She is grace. She's an angel.
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ She's my heart and soul. ﹞
[ Kiara Grace Rowlan ] ┏━━━━━━━━━┓
Shay had taken Kiara's paper from her and scribbled all over it.
"What are you doing!" She exclaimed, much too loud for the atmosphere.
A couple of dirty looks later, Kiara had her paper back. Oddly enough, it looked like her handwriting. Make those changes and bada bing bada boom?
Patches was so not that easy.
And yes, she did pick up that nickname from Shay.
"I have issues with making good work... bad work. It really frustrates me. I have the skill, I don't understand why it has to be a piece of s**t first." Kiara grunted, typing up the quick changes and then printing the finished and the 'first' drafts.
"Alright, alright. Lets go Ms. Impatient." Well, Kiara was kind of starving so a quick exit wasn't so bad. "I need food before we go to her class." Pit stop at the vending machines nearby for some honey roasted peanuts and they were set.
Well, and a can of Arizona Sweet Tea. Of course. That part was the necessity.
Even though Kiara always had some spare lemondrops in her purse, she craved more than a sour snack.
"I really really dread her class, Shay. Seriously." Smirking, she continued. "And its all your fault, really. You're probably right. Most of it is most likely by association. Minus you, she'd probably adore me!"
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 2:56 am
Through the smoke a silhouette
I can barely see
There’s a man with an axe
Standing in the rain
Looked me straight in the eyes
This is what he had to say: "Never fall asleep. You won’t wake up." ¤Shay¤ I walk with shadows
(The questions I will never say)
Hiding from the gallows
(They keep me safe and sound)
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄So I walk with shadows▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Shay shrugged when Kiara put up her futile final arguments after getting her paper back.
"Neither do I, but Patches wants to see the patches, so we gotta make the holes, yeah?"
Hey, Shay's first "masterpiece" had received a beautifully scrolled C. And then, oh and then.... Shay learned to play the game, as she always did.
"Oh goodie!" Shay cried with sarcastic enthusiasm as she jumped up at the "let's go" and slipped into her shoes. She grabbed her bag and put away her things quickly enough, than accompanied Kiara out of that dreadful library.
Oh yeah, Librarian wasn't all that fond of Shay either, which was another thing she didn't care to explain to Kiara, no matter how many times she asked. Of course, it had nothing to do with the librarian's assistant (daughter of the beast herself) that got all shy and shifty-eyed whenever Shay was around.
No no, nothing to do with her.
After swinging by the vending machines, Shay was eating her honey-barbecued frito twists on the way to class as Kiara went on ranting about it.
"I know right? She probably considers you an accessory to... myyyy.... everything?"
Oh didn't that sound a little different than Shay had expected that to come out.
"Pretty sure she hates everything I do after all."
Quick save?
Smoothing it over, without a beat, Shay laughed, "Now just think, ditch me and she'd probably think: Poor child was just lead astray that's all, come to her senses yes she has, no more evil woman to corrupt her sensitive heart, worth redemption to be sure!" Of course she had to act out the part that was supposed to be Patches "inner thoughts" with extra dramatization.
And then there they were, class, hoo-rah.All the vibrant colors I seeAnd the shades that fill the grey 𝖕คɨи
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 9:11 pm
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈x People always say I have a laugh
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ like my mother does. ﹞
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈xGuess that makes sense, she taught me how to smile
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ when things get rough. ﹞
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈xWhen I feel weak && unpretty I know
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ I'm beautiful and strong because I see myself like my mother does. ﹞
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈xI let my temper fly,
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ and she can walk away when she's had enough. ﹞
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈xShe's a rock. She is grace. She's an angel.
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ She's my heart and soul. ﹞
[ Kiara Grace Rowlan ] ┏━━━━━━━━━┓
Accessory to her everything?
Yeah, that caused a bit of a blush. Thankfully, she kept talking and Kiara didn't have to comment on that.
But her mind flew straight back to the comments from her boyfriend's friend.
Yeah, it was a slip of the tongue, though, uhh right?
Besides! Even if Shay liked girls it didn't mean she liked her, they were friends.
Buddies.
Comrades.
Right?
And she was straight. Kiara liked boys.
Kiara loved Dylan.
End. Of. Story.
"Exactly. I'd probably end up with all straight A's. Maybe even some extra credit." Which, may or may not be true. But still.
Kiara laughed along with Shay anyway as she did her cute little impression.
Cute? She meant silly.
Right. Silly.
Anyways.
There was the classroom.
"Oh, lovely. Here ya go." She opened the door. "Welcome to Hell!" She giggled.
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 10:24 pm
Through the smoke a silhouette
I can barely see
There’s a man with an axe
Standing in the rain
Looked me straight in the eyes
This is what he had to say: "Never fall asleep. You won’t wake up." ¤Shay¤ I walk with shadows
(The questions I will never say)
Hiding from the gallows
(They keep me safe and sound)
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄So I walk with shadows▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ "Definitely some extra credit" Shay agreed with a brisk, serious nod. But then she broke, laughing with Kiara.
Of course Patches was standing by the door when they turned the corner to go in, and heard the last thing Kiara had to say.
For once it wasn't Shay getting the death-glare, but she was in between the two. Knowing Patches was going to overreact to the statement, Shay thought quick to deflect the blow, and noisily took out a chip and crunched it between her teeth. Right when Patches had been about to say something to Kiara about the comment, her eyes went down to the mostly empty chip bag in Shay's hand, and snatched it away with lightning speed.
"We do not eat in here."
Shay snatched it back even faster, then held it out of reach.
"Speak for yourself... unless you are? How many of yourselves are in there?" she asked, and tapped the woman's head with a finger.
Patches blinked a few times in utter astonishment.... seriously, how was this woman still shocked?
"Excuse me!? Young lady, that is not how you speak to your professors!"
Shay took a few quick sidesteps to the left, using Kiara as a shield and ducked down slightly to tilt the last of the tasty chips into her mouth, and then tossed the bag into the conveniently located trashcan by the door.
And as she circled around Kiara again to take her place, she was saying, "Professors? Ah, so your not alone in that curly head of yours. Who'd of thunk it." Shay shrugged, and grabbed Kiara's hand, pulling her to their seats, as the entire class observed the confrontation.
As they went, Patches called after them, "Keep it up Shannon, and you will leave my classroom never to return!" Oh look, she seemed to have forgotten all about Kiara's "inappropriate outburst" or whatever Patches would have called it.
"Can't wait" she muttered, but to where only Kiara and one or two immediately around her could hear as they sat down.All the vibrant colors I seeAnd the shades that fill the grey 𝖕คɨи
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 11:44 pm
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈x People always say I have a laugh
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ like my mother does. ﹞
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈xGuess that makes sense, she taught me how to smile
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ when things get rough. ﹞
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈xWhen I feel weak && unpretty I know
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ I'm beautiful and strong because I see myself like my mother does. ﹞
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈xI let my temper fly,
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ and she can walk away when she's had enough. ﹞
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈xShe's a rock. She is grace. She's an angel.
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ She's my heart and soul. ﹞
[ Kiara Grace Rowlan ] ┏━━━━━━━━━┓
Of course, when she had reached for the door, Patches was ******** her life.
She readied herself for the fire from her last comment when she heard something directed towards Shay about eating in her room.
What was this, high school? Most of her professors were strict but didn't treat them like freshman, well at least not high school freshman.
Damn.
But of course, Shay was striking back at full speed and being every bit of a smart a** as she could possibly be.
Kiara literally had to stop herself from busting into laughter. It was quite possibly the hardest thing she had to do, ever.
Only when they arrived at their seats did she realize what Shay had actually done back there.
"You saved my a**." She said, slightly astonished. "Thanks." Her genuine smile lit up her face, along with laughter from Shay's 'can't wait' commentary.
Class begun much too quickly and started dragging from the start. Kiara was constantly checking the time, squinting to do so. Patches had one clock and it had a constant glare from the lights on it, making it hard to read.
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 12:10 am
Through the smoke a silhouette
I can barely see
There’s a man with an axe
Standing in the rain
Looked me straight in the eyes
This is what he had to say: "Never fall asleep. You won’t wake up." ¤Shay¤ I walk with shadows
(The questions I will never say)
Hiding from the gallows
(They keep me safe and sound)
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄So I walk with shadows▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ That smile itself was almost worth it on it's own, even if Shay had gotten kicked out. Still a good thing she hadn't though.
Then she found herself saying, "Well, it is a pretty nice a**, wouldn't want anything to happen to it, now would we?" she laughed, joking.
Okay so it was a joke, but she'd been trying to watch those kind of comments. They just came too naturally to her was the problem.
So why was she trying to watch them if they were natural? It's not like Shay was usually one to give a flying ******** what others thought about her, but...
Anyway, they didn't get much talking done after that. The class dragged on, and Patches occasionally sent a random glare Shay's way throughout the class, as if to say "I'm watching you." Queue the high pitched horror music.
Blah blah blah.
And eventually... they were freeeeee.
No bell, but it was time.
Except the hoe was still droning on about their assignment. Dammit. That b***h always dragged class out a little longer than it was supposed to be.
Shay had been all ready in anticipation of the class ending, but when Patches glanced directly at the clock which was 2 minutes passed ending, and then went in to the details of their assignment (which could have been easily attained online)
She slumped, head hitting the desk.
Shay had been all up and up earlier, but now she was dead tired. Her cell had been less boring!All the vibrant colors I seeAnd the shades that fill the grey 𝖕คɨи
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 12:23 am
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈x People always say I have a laugh
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ like my mother does. ﹞
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈xGuess that makes sense, she taught me how to smile
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ when things get rough. ﹞
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈xWhen I feel weak && unpretty I know
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ I'm beautiful and strong because I see myself like my mother does. ﹞
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈xI let my temper fly,
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ and she can walk away when she's had enough. ﹞
「 ♫♫♫ 」■ ■ ■ FML ✈xShe's a rock. She is grace. She's an angel.
o.o huh ...?† ~~ - - - x ↗↗ ﹝ She's my heart and soul. ﹞
[ Kiara Grace Rowlan ] ┏━━━━━━━━━┓
After Shay's little comment, she forced herself to take it as a joke... not as a flirtatious compliment.
Secretly, she checked her phone. Time to go! ... Ya know, as of almost ten minutes ago now.
God damn, lady needed to shut up!
She whispered,
"I'm ready to bust out." She also had noticed a text from Dylan.
Hey sweet cheeks, I know you've got the b***h today, but I got off practice early, meet me at your house afterwards? love ya(;
He seriously was the perfect guy on the face of the earth.
Will do, if she ever lets us go! let you know when I'm close. love you, too!
Why did she find herself hoping Shay didn't read over her shoulder?
Finally, the fat lady finished her tune and with the rush of the class, Shay and Kiara managed to slide out the door without anything more than a glare.
Thank God.
"I seriously can't stand that woman. I wish my life away because of her!" Dramatically, she waved her hand around.
"Anyways, whatcha doin' now that we're FREE?!" She giggled, her eyes shining as they stepped outside into the bright outside.
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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𝖕คɨи
