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[Brlynn Casperri]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] [style=text-align: center] separate rooms & broken hearts [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; padding: 25px; margin-top: -10px; color: CCCCCC;] Was it an escape? Brlynn wasn't sure. Anyways, no matter what it was, it didn't matter. She was out. Free of the paper campus filled with all its paper people. with their stupid popularity obsession and the ever present who-did-she-hook-up-with debates, it was enough to make Brlynn sicks. She was sick, in the metaphorical and realistic terms. Sick enough for her to fall onto her knees and retched into the grove of bushes planted on the side of the sidewalk. Vodka, she thought as she spit a few more mouthfuls out into the vegetation, did not taste as satisfying coming up as it did coming down. So she was drunk. It wasn't a big deal; Brlynn spent most of her time walking around in a alcohol-induced daze. Not that people ever realized it or anything. Nope, the paper people didn't bother with the new British transfer. Not that they knew about her parents divorce or seemly attractive brother who should be arriving on the paper campus any day now. Brlynn hoped to hell that her older brother Nolan stayed as three-dimensional as he possibly could, and that he didn't become paper thin like the rest of the students. People are stupid. Brlynn thought out loud as she staggered to her unsteady feet. The truth was that in a general terms, sj was a person. And to the British chica, the entire humanity represented the stupidly that reflected on everyone who dared to approach. She figured there was stupidly in everyone, whenever they were humble enough to admit it or not. Nobody was perfect, despite how many girls would kill Brlynn for daring to even think of the words. But it was true. Nobody was perfect, to quote a washed-up child singer. You could go through all your beauty regiments but it wouldn't hide the fact that you have an ugly heart. Even fewer people would admit to that. Now Brlynn has added a layer of torture that the girls would committed upon her, right before they murder her of course. She had an ugly inside. Never mind that she was decently pretty enough. The monster inside of her would never leave her; no matter how wasted Brlynn was. It was like having a dark cloud hanging over her 24/7, except she was the only one who realized it was there. All she had to do was pretend everything was still amazing and happiness, blah blah blah crap. It was harder than it seemed, so that's where the alcohol and consist partying came in. Easier to pretend you're something you're not when you're on a keg stand. Brlynn wandered a bit, past the district where everyone wore precisely the same shade of grey and carried the same model of briefcases. They disappeared into their mile-high buildings while Brlynn was still left alone to her own thoughts, which was the worst weapon known to man-kind. Ear buds dangling by her neck, Brlynn continued to walk and walk and walk. Maybe if she just kept going, she would find herself in another world, where everything is as dimensional as it was suppose to be. Oh she could only hope. [/style] tagged; open. words; 5 0 3. notes; at least 450 words please, make it relevant, brlynn is wearing this TEMPLATE BY LITTLE BITTY PRETTY ONE @ CAUTION 2.0

[isaac]

I sighed as I walked slowly away from the hustle and bustle of Appleberry Crest and headed down the gravel driveways of down town in an attempt to get away from all of the chaos of the school especially to get away from all of the girls that were swarming to me like bees to honey it was quite frustrating and annoying really to have these girls swoon over me 24/7 and over even the tiniest thing that I did. Not that I didn't mind having these girls swoon over me I just didn't them following me around like little puppy dogs.

I ran a hand through my semi-long black hair that had a few faded brown highlights still showing i'd have to add the brown highlights in again later probably tonight. I found myself thinking about my 6 year old brother Sean who from a glance my watch would probably eating lunch at watching spongebob Squarepants on the couch on the living room most likely by himself because i'm not there to keep him company any more seeing as here I was wandering around down town near Appleberry Crest.

I looked up at the sky noting with slight relief that the sky was bright stunning blue and there was not a cloud in sight he was hoping to go see his chestnut thoroughbred I smiled softly at the thought of quirky chestnut gelding who was probably pacing in his stall waiting for me to go see him I hoped he wasn't giving the stablehands any trouble which he had a habit of doing at my old stables.

I looked around and noted a girl kneeling over in the grass puking in the grass I smirked at the fact that she'd mostly had too much to drink which was apparent from her unsteady stumbling around and insistent puking. I walked past her intent on minding my own business before I sighed and slowed and turned myself around walked back to her.

I started walking backwards as she got up and started walking again. I watched her carefully and called out to her, "Hey you there! are you okay? you need any help?" I hoped she was okay but she did look alright since she was walking again albeit not completely steadily and normally as a non intoxicated person would walk.

I had never drank real alcohol I had a few tastes of wine and even a small sip of beer once but not too much let alone gotten drunk enough to stumble around aimlessly like this girl was and I had most certainly never gotten to the point that I was puking my guts out.

I thought about calling out to her again wondering if she'd heard me or not it would be embarrassing if she had heard me and I asked her the same thing i'd previously asked her.


Word Count: 483
Notes: I hope this is long enough and this my longest post I have ever written

[Brlynn Casperri]

I assuming this thread is now closed, being how Aaron is no longer with us