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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on Mar 15, 2013 18:25:10 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px; background: #ffffff;,true][cs=1] | [atrb=width,200] She wears the cutest clothes, she has the latest phone, and all the right accessories, her skin's like porcelain, her hair is perfect and sometimes she really gets to me, she's gorgeous and you know she knows it, she's a size zero and she loves to show it, Yeah. | | [atrb=width,300][cs=1] | [atrb=width,200] | | [cs=2][atrb=width,500] i stared at me phone, my face flat, my jaw tight, trying my best to stay collected. i smoothed my hair to calm myself, tossing my phone with a little bit more force than usual onto my desk and sitting on my bed, taking deep breaths. i was freaking strong. i could protect myself, weather it be physical or mental. and i was fuming. i wish this person would just fess up and stop being annoying. and scary. i picked up a huge, dark purple fuzzy box and added the creepy teddy bear to the stack of 'gifts' the anonymous was sending me. the bottom right corner was filled to the rim with notes from the person, all written in red and signed with -CP. a slight chill ran down my thin frame as i lifted the box, standing on my tippy-toes to place it on the top shelf of my colour coordinated closet, hidden until the next unexpected package came to my door. i was completely collected. and i was so ready to get out, show myself and just be the queen of canterwood. beautiful, intelligent, fierce, confident. sammie leger. i twirled around in the mirror, fixing my flawless makeup and adjusting my perfect, high golden bun. i'd chosen a floral zip-up cropped corsette top and an adorable black london mesh skirt. i looked sexy in white platform shoes and black bangle stack around my thin wrist. looking in the mirror one last time, i grabbed my white gucci and strutted out of flora onto campus. immedietely, all eyes flew to ms. sammie leger, queen bee. i strutted swiftly along the marble pathway, my bun moving with me, casting golden rays against the sun. the sky was blue and the air was just a tad brisk, perfect. for now, i could put some of my worries away. i smirked at the intensely jealous girls and the gaping guys, flaunting my size zero as i stepped under a jock's arm into the slice as he held the door for me. i grinned at him, leaving him reeling, wide-eyed and excited. i cocked mt hip, scanning the shop, everyone looking hopefully at me. i stood on my tippy toes to whisper to a tall blonde with a swimmer's body and he immedietely rushed to go get me a water. i spotted kate in the corner and grinned excitedly. i hadn't seen her in over a week! i strutted gracefully, cool water in hand, and sat across from her. 'hey, sweetie!' i said, my beautiful voice alluring. |
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Post by Kate Perselie on Mar 15, 2013 19:04:33 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: F0FFFF; border-left: #7FFFD4 solid 15px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]WHEN WE WERE YOUNGER WE THOUGHT
EVERYONE WAS ON OUR SIDE
It was only my first day at Apple Berry Crest and I was already heading to the Sweet Shoppe. A chocolate milk shake was my guilty pleasure, and I needed one, all things considered. I was tired from moving all of my things into my dorm, and I hadn't met my roommate yet, which also worried me. After all, she could be some sort of super-bitch, and I totally wasn't ready to handle that. Not without a milkshake that is. I walked into the Sweet Shoppe, the warm air hitting my face. One of my favorite parts of the store was how old-fashioned it was. The wooden tables were covered with red and white checkered tablecloths and black chalkboards hung up behind the counter with the lists of the different things someone could order. My flats clicked on the clean floor as I walked up to the counter. I ordered a chocolate milkshake and paid with my student card. I took a long sip of the milkshake happily. It was hard to believe, but I actually ate like that all the time. I drank as many milkshakes as I wanted, pigged out on chocolate covered pretzels, chips and salsa, and other crap like that, but somehow I managed to stay super skinny.
I found an open seat and took out my phone. I was thinking about texting one of my friends, like Sammie, but I hadn't seen them at all over the summer. It worried me; that I might lose friendships that I hadn't really kept over the summer.
“Hey Sweetie!” Sammie said, smiling and sitting across from me.
“Hey!” I said, hugging her from across the table, my skinny arms wrapping around her. “Ugh!” I sighed. “I feel like I haven't seen you in forever. You look great! How was your summer?” I said, getting more excited by the minute.
Life without Sammie got dull fast, and my summer had been fairly uneventful. I couldn't wait to get back to the long nights awake chatting with my best friend.
THEN WE GREW A LITTLE BIT
AND ROMANTICIZED THE TIME I SAW
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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on Mar 15, 2013 19:10:04 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px; background: #ffffff;,true][cs=1] | [atrb=width,200] She wears the cutest clothes, she has the latest phone, and all the right accessories, her skin's like porcelain, her hair is perfect and sometimes she really gets to me, she's gorgeous and you know she knows it, she's a size zero and she loves to show it, Yeah. | | [atrb=width,300][cs=1] | [atrb=width,200] | | [cs=2][atrb=width,500] i sat down, an excited smile on my face, leaning forward and resting my chin on my hand. i giggled giddily, taking a quick sip of my water and grinning at kate. 'totally scandalous.' i said, tilting my head and raising an eyebrow. 'you'll hear all about it.' i said mischievously, winking and then chuckling. 'you're totally coming to nyc with me on break. i'm so not letting you spend your time off at home playing dance dance revolution with your mom. we're gonna have some serious fun.' i insisted, grinning slyly and then tossing my hair. 'now, let me hear about your summer!' i said, my voice girly and sweet. |
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Post by Kate Perselie on Mar 16, 2013 11:05:07 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: F0FFFF; border-left: #7FFFD4 solid 15px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;]WHEN WE WERE YOUNGER WE THOUGHT
EVERYONE WAS ON OUR SIDE
I smiled.
“First of all, it wasn't Dance Dance Revolution, it was Dance Dance Revolution two.” I said, laughing. “But other than that, nothing much really happened. I horse showed, of course, went to the beach tons, I hung out with some family friends. It was good, but not super exciting.” I told her, trying to recall my summer. I was intrigued by Sammie's mysterious speech. “And you are not getting out of telling me about your mysterious summer that easily. Tell me alllll about it.” I said, leaning forward and preparing myself.
THEN WE GREW A LITTLE BIT
AND ROMANTICIZED THE TIME I SAW
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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on Mar 16, 2013 15:51:09 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px; background: #ffffff;,true][cs=1] | [atrb=width,200] She wears the cutest clothes, she has the latest phone, and all the right accessories, her skin's like porcelain, her hair is perfect and sometimes she really gets to me, she's gorgeous and you know she knows it, she's a size zero and she loves to show it, Yeah. | | [atrb=width,300][cs=1] | [atrb=width,200] | | [cs=2][atrb=width,500] i giggled at her dance dance revolution remark, raising an eyebrow. when she asked about my summer, memories flashed through my head. sneaking out of sleepovers to mess around with boys, making fake id's and sneaking into college parties, mixing up over fondu with frat boys, looking gorgeous every night, breakfast at midnight, parties, blackmailing, getting into fights with jealous girlfriends, and then i came back to reality. eventually, kate would find my journal and read it. that would be after i was gone, of course. i was writing the entries for her and heather, of course. they were oh-so scandalous and they'd need them when i'm gone. 'you'll figure it out.' i said pointedly, grinning mysteriously. i changed the subject. 'so, older boys are a lot cuter, right?' i said, gesturing to the groups of guys who went to appleberry. |
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Post by Kate Perselie on Mar 17, 2013 16:20:40 GMT -6
"Um yeah without a doubt." I said, watching the guys and twirling a lock of my blonde hair around my index finger. My hair had gotten super blonde over the summer, thanks to the sun. "Guys our age are so...blah. They act like baby gorillas, and frankly, they look like them too." I said, motioning to the group of 10th grade boys at the table near ours. They were busy doing something revolting with a brownie. I wrinkled my nose.
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