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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on Sept 14, 2013 18:06:03 GMT -6
SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC
The soft, hushed tone of whispers were enough to overflow your eardrums, enough so you couldn't even hear over the quiet, if that makes any sense. It's strange, really, how something so innocent, so directed at silence can be so resounding, heard over everything else. Right now, it felt like whispers were all that could be heard for miles. There was something brewing in the air- something darker than a thunderstorm, something more bone-chilling than any horror story. Something fragile yet all-powerful. Something like ice- beautiful and eerily calm, yet beyond untouchable and irreplaceable threatening. When broken, jagged edges are all that is left. You know that kind of perfection that makes you think, really think, about what nature is capable of? That perfection that plants a fear of what rough waters are lurking behind the flawless surface. That terrifying perfection.
"Click!" The shutting of the tall golden entry gate notified the world of her presence. And right- it was terrifying; the perfection. Endless golden twines of soft hair were outlined with the silver of the morning moon. Intense blue eyes resembling that untouchable, icy surface and rose-like lips that contrasted against a smooth palette of porcelain-looking skin.
"She's back."
"I can't believe she's here..."
"Text the girls! Sammie Leger is on campus- RIGHT NOW."
"Dude, Sammie is back and she is smoking hot."
"I need backup, please! What if she comes over to me?"
You could almost hear the sound of thumbs and keys colliding wildly at the same time as blood red heels and marble pathway collided. Almost majestically, she glided past the crowds of people, leaving them with their pathetic, gaping mouths and wide-eyed stares. They better believe it- the cause of the stirring storm on campus is the return of ruler of Appleberry, Sammie Leger. And she was back right on time for her favorite time of the year- halloween.
And this was going to be the best halloween yet. She'd bet somebody's life on that.
-- PART TWO--
I grinned. It was more the corner of my rosy red lip curling towards the sky as i sent my hair flying over my shoulder, my hips shooting sharply from side to side. My cool gaze grazed easily over the campus and the people in it. And it was certain that not one person wasn't staring at me. The spotlight was blinding but it felt empowering and wonderful to be back in it's warmth.
I was so ready for another year at Appleberry. Or, however long the amount of time I had left... I shook off the thought and stared at the humongous school before me. The thought that I owned something so vast and elite was a lukewarm one. Indescribably perfect. Suddenly, tearing me out of my own thoughts, a voice got closer. "Sammie! Oh my god, Sammie! Hi!" I looked forward slowly, my movements almost invisible, to see who it was that was calling me.
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Spencer Branston
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You know what they say about hope. It breeds eternal misery.
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Post by Spencer Branston on Sept 17, 2013 14:10:25 GMT -6
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SHE'S THE DEVIL IN DISGUISE
"Spencer, did you remember your summer syllabus for AP Biology? Last time I saw it on your-" Spencer held the paper up as she stuffed the rest of her summer work in her folder. Her mom put the last of her boxes in the trunk of their sudan. Her daughter was already in the front seat, her headphones blasting music into her eardrums. She browsed Instagram, not really paying attention. She was going back to Appleberry. For her senior year. This was it. After this she could go to college, get a job, and live her life. But before that-she picked up the photo hidden in he wallet. Violet, blonde and smiling, stared back at her. Spencer sighed, and tucked the photo back. She had to find out what happened to her cousin, once and for all.
The school was buzzing. Girls were running everywhere, eager to regain their previous social status. Guys were watching them. Nothing had changed. Except Spencer. She wore a tight black cardigan with plum leggings and suede ankle boots. Her hair was her natural wave with an added bounce from a curling iron Sammie had bought her for her going away gift. Spencer gave her dorm key to the movers Appleberry had hired. Walking towards the building, kids swarmed her.
"Spencer, it's been so long!"
"I texted you, like, 30 times gurl!"
"Did you here Sammie was back?"
Spencer stopped in her tracks, causing a freshmen to bump into her. Her head turned, and sure enough, there she was, in the middle of the same size crowd Spencer was. Sammie and Spencer had talked briefly over the summer, but they were both preoccupied with their own problems. But their friendship remained strong. It couldn't be weak, really. "Oh my god, Sammie, Hi!" A young girl jumped in front of her, and Sammie looked up to see who made the noise. Sammie and Spencer made eye contact. Her eyebrow raised and the corner of her mouth curled up, she walked to the center of the crowd. The kids almost parted for her,l it seemed. Her and Sammie were face to face. "The queen has returned." Coming out of any other mouth would be an insult. But Spencer sounded strangely familiar to herself. The snarky dry humor only came with immediate relatives.
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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on Sept 21, 2013 9:44:03 GMT -6
SHE COULD BE A JOAN OF ARC
Through the loud voices and across a sea of desperate faces, Sammie could just see the girl that she'd never admit to being mildly jealous of. The girl who knew more about her than she did about herself. With flowy, chocolate brown hair, defined cheekbones and a thin, willowy figure, Spencer looked more sure of herself than Sammie had ever seen her look. That brought a smile to Sammie's face and a warmth filled her heart, a very rare feeling for the ice queen. Maybe it was because Spencer was related to Violet, but she wasn't so sure. Violet was a ghost, and Sammie saw flashes of her in Spencer. All that was left were faded memories clouded in fog of two immature girls prank calling and bareback riding, long, untouched hair flying out behind them.
Sammie had wondered from time to time if a change so big, an alteration so defined- like the one that had happened to Violet- was something you could help. And she often contemplated weather she'd had anything to do with Violet's disappearance. For now, though, the golden-haired girl was caught in a dark mystery that not even the queen of Appleberry could find an easy way out of. And deep inside of her, she knew that soon enough she'd be in deeper than anyone- after all, this horror story revolved around her. And the shit she'd done that summer were a sour icing on top of the cake.
Spencer was in front of her just like that, and her thoughts were ceased. The corner of Sammie's mouth curled up and she raised an eyebrow. "Why put a damper on this of all days Spencer? I'm pretty sure they were about to throw a party." She said with a sweeping hand gesture towards the sizeable crowd of people that had gathered around the two. Then, she did something very unexpected. She pulled Spencer into a dainty hug, it was quick as a whip and as close to emotionless as you could get, but it was something. "I missed you, sweetie." She said carefully. She didn't know how much of this summer Spencer knew about, and it would be a chilling story to tell.
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