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[Ashlee Grace]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/226038/summertime-stripes-pattern.jpg);] She's Got It Out For Me, But I Wear The Biggest Smile Another day gone by, another day wasted on wishing she were anywhere but here. Georgia was beginning to make her feel stir crazy on more than one level of sanity, and she couldn't even say why. It's not as if Coconut Cove had been any more alive, but it did have Miami a train ride away. Some form of escapism from her so called life. Here, there was nothing. Ashlee knew that people could argue that Diamond was there, but he was a horse. It's not like he talked, or could walk around campus. The only thing that her mustang cared about half of the time was whether or not there was a flake of hay in your hands. Not the sort of friendship she needed when people here were aggressive and clearly were on their PMSing cycle all thirty one days of the month. A huff escaped Ashlee, wondering as to what happened to her that made her life spiral like this all of the sudden. Fate would have it be cancer. She couldn't even decide if she blamed her mom, God, or science. Half the time, she thought herself atheist and if that were the case, then did that mean that she couldn't even blame God at all for ripping apart her family life? A non functioning father and a controlling aunt that sent her away. Clearly, this was just the very essences of an intervention, a very poorly executed one and now, Ashlee could not help but to wonder if maybe she should have acted out a little more which is ridiculous to think about because she had never been acting out in the first place. She had just been doing things...stuff. Honestly, how else was she suppose to cope with the death of her mother? It's not like she could have talked to her dad, he just checked out like it was nothing and she was the older sister, she shouldn't be using her own baby brother for support. So she turned to friends and the party scene which lead to new friends. Ashlee hadn't been lost in Florida, she was lost here and now in Georgia with nobody she knew and danger lurking around every corner. Maybe a little over dramatic but that's what it felt like. She didn't have friends, but Ashlee refused to also be all 'woe is me' over it, because she had tried and clearly had prodded a little too far with insightful questions. "Whoever said high school were going to be the best years of my life was a freaking liar," she muttered under her breath, her gaze casting out the window as the bus came to a stop in downtown. Getting up, she figured that this might as well be her escape for the time being, and hopped right off, stepping out into the streets. Downtown was a little different from the campus of Appleberry, but not really. Even in the streets, Ashlee felt like she could still run into fellow classmates and even freaking alumni who didn't realize that high school was over for them. Though, judging the stereotypes in college and the job world, it became clear to Ashlee that maybe high school never ended and she'd still be in this same rut, walking around in circles with no thrills. Ashlee knew that she probably shouldn't think like that, she didn't want to sulk around like some loser kid although, it's not like she was looking to get in with the it crowd either. So what was a middleweight girl like her to do? Shop. Well, no, she couldn't afford to shop in places like this, but it was still fun to look around. Walking down the sidewalks, she skirtted past some people before pausing outside Sephora, glancing in the window. She probably shouldn't, remembering what happened last time she was but it was just, well, calling to her. So she did what she probably shouldn't do and walked right on in, glancing around casually and for once, decided to be a normal customer. But per usual, that almost seemed to stop when she hit the nail polish aisles. Ashlee bit her lip as she glanced around at all the tiny bottles of color, their princes ranging from eight to twenty four dollars. All for a splash of color, and well, she did like to paint her nails. Picking up a bottle, she glanced it over, causally looking as if it was nothing and even smiled at a few people who past her by. And then, when she found herself all alone, the nailpolish just seemed to fall right into her purse. Ashlee glanced around one last time before she moved on down the aisle and acted like nothing had even happened. words: 794 - tags: open - outfit: link

[Kate Perselie]

I walked around the store, eager for some retail therapy. I had an AP Biology exam at the end of week and it was making me nervous. I had a list of things I wanted in my pocket. I needed nail polish, face wash, and some other girly stuff. I walked over to where the face wash was, trying to choose what looked the best. There was an olive oil face mask which looked interesting, so I picked it up and looked at the ingredients, trying to decide whether or not I should get it.
A girl walked by me, looking at the nail polish only for a second before slipping the nail polish into her purse, looking around, and starting to walk down the hallway. I stared at her while she walked away, the olive oil face mask still in my palm. I cleared my throat, half hoping the girl would turn around. The other half of me was hoping she wouldn't. I had never confronted someone for stealing and I had never seen anyone steal before. I cleared by throat again, louder, watching the girl.

[Ashlee Grace]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/226038/summertime-stripes-pattern.jpg);] She's Got It Out For Me, But I Wear The Biggest Smile Why she did it? She didn't quite know. Bad habits were hard to break, even with a probation hanging over her head. Maybe it was because of the thrill. Or the attention she'd get for it. Or better yet, maybe it was just because Sephora was overpriced as far as she was concerned. Ashlee knew she couldn't afford it on her own, not with all the finance that went through on her mother because of the cancer. Whatever, it was over now and Ashlee didn't even want to think about it. She had to get out of there and fast. Thankfully, nobody seemed to have noticed her or what she had done. She was hoping that with such a cool color, it could spark up conversation and get a friend or two. It meant that she cold put a big fat check mark on the list to 'making friends' and could actually prove to her family and all the other adults in her life that she was actually trying. That would show them, Ashlee would just have to keep this little bottle of nail polish a secret. Besides, it's not like it was the $200 dollar nail polish of Azature nail polish. It would be fine. As she started to continue on wandering down the aisle, the young woman couldn't help but to believe that she was being watched now. Then there was the sound of a throat clearing, and it nearly caused Ashlee to stop in her tracts. Nearly. But maybe it wasn't even for her, so she continued to walk until it happened again, only louder this time around. Ashlee stopped in her tracks now, pausing as she stared ahead for a moment, "Stay calm, Ash. Just stay calm," she thought to herself. Pivoting slowly on her heel, she turned to face the person who cleared their throat. It was another girl, she looked around her age. No doubt a classmate that she had yet to notice on Appleberry since that's where everybody seemed to go. Already, she felt herself sizing the girl up, accessing if she were a threat or not, "Can I help you?" Ashlee asked now, still playing it cool and attempting some form of innocence. words: 369 - tags: Kate Perselie - outfit: link

[Kate Perselie]

I clamped my lips together wondering how to respond. For all I knew she could be a perfectly nice girl who had had the nail polish bottle slip into her purse accidentally. Then again that probably wasn't true.
"Were you going to pay for that?" I asked meekly.
I surprised myself. Being assertive and confronting problems wasn't really my MO. I was known as the shy girl, but this year was about breaking out of my shell.
Even if I was quiet when saying it, I was sure the girl heard me. What I didn't know was how she would respond. I told myself to stay calm, what was the worst that could happen, right? I watched the girl, waiting for a response and standing my ground.

[Ashlee Grace]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/226038/summertime-stripes-pattern.jpg);] She's Got It Out For Me, But I Wear The Biggest Smile Well, it seemed to have made the other girl gone quiet for the time being, although, if one were to ask Ashlee, she looked like she was probably quiet all the time. Though Ashlee was new to this school still, she didn't know anything about the girl before her. But sometimes, it only took one look to truly know a person and their soul. A little deep, but she was positive that it was the truth, or it is the truth because she still remembered back when she was talking to that one girl...what was her name again? Sammie? Either way, the blonde. Something had been going on with her, and Ashlee had dared to ask that one question and all of the sudden, the conversation when from chit chatty to well, something else. She couldn't exactly describe what had happened if somebody ever asked, she just knew something did. But Ashlee figured that was besides the point right now, and she had to keep her attention on the threat before her. Threat...maybe that was a strong word since she didn't know how to gauge what was happening just yet. Being confronted, that was new by some shopper. Usually they just turned you in so Ashlee, well, she didn't really get what the girl wanted. That is, if she even wanted something, "Are you going to turn me in?" she countered, still watching. And to think that she had thought she had been in the clear zone. The prices were a little ridiculous for nail polish anyways, they were asking to be shop lifted. But reasoning didn't matter to the law or maybe even to this girl. All that mattered right now is that Ashlee got caught, and she needed to figure out how to fix the situation. After all, she was on probation, if this little stunt of her's messed her up, she was probably looking at a lot more than just probation. Ashlee would assume it would be community service hours but one never knew with adults. They were about as unpredictable as a wild animal and she didn't need to deal with that. Maybe she should have thought that through a little more before her stunt, "I mean, I'm not looking for any trouble here." words: 367 - tags: Kate Perselie - outfit: link

[Kate Perselie]

WHEN WE WERE YOUNGER WE THOUGHT
EVERYONE WAS ON OUR SIDE

I wasn't sure how to respond. The girl seemed a little nervous but almost as if she thought she was doing nothing wrong.
“No," I said softly, thinking it through. The girl clearly didn't want me to tell anyone, but I didn't exactly know whether or not I should tell anyone. I wanted to put the girl in her place. I didn't think it was fair that she got to get free things and nobody else did. After all, if everyone stole than the stores would run out of business. Had this girl not learned right from wrong or something? If so, she should learn. But if it was a mistake...how would it have been a mistake? "I won't tell anyone." I told the girl.

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THEN WE GREW A LITTLE BIT
AND ROMANTICIZED

[Ashlee Grace]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/226038/summertime-stripes-pattern.jpg);] She's Got It Out For Me, But I Wear The Biggest Smile If she wasn't going to tell, then honestly, what did she have to worry about? Although, Ashlee knew better than to count something as a victory yet so she still very much remained guarded when it came to talking to this girl. But she only reaffirmed that she wasn't going to tell. Ashlee just stared at her for a moment, figuring that this might be the moment where she should probably return the nail polish. While she still thought she should take it, cause charging 20 bucks for it was a little ridiculous, she wasn't getting away with it and that took away some of the edge. Some of the rush that shoplifting brought. It was a little annoying to be put in place by some girl she hardly knew, but then again, when Ashlee thought about it, she really didn't know anyone. Reaching into her back now, she searched around before her hand wrapped around the little bottle of nail polish. Pulling it out, Ashlee walked the few steps back to the spot where it had sat and put it back with the rest of it's pack. Ashlee stared at it for a moment, still wishing that she hadn't been caught. But there was nothing she could do about it now, and she didn't need any secrets about her habit spilling out. Last thing she wanted to have known about her at a prestigious school like Appleberry. Plus, if students heard things about it, there was no doubt in her mind that teachers would hear and then it would get back to the people at the probation office. And they were the last people on earth that Ashlee felt like she wanted to deal with at that very moment. Glancing back over at the girl now, Ashlee merely sized her up for the briefest of moments before finally saying, "Thanks." The word hung in the air for a moment before she finally continued on, "I'm Ashlee. Ashlee Grace. Just got here a few weeks ago...from Florida." There, a good enough introduction as any, not that this girl probably cared. Just like Queen Bee Sammie hadn't cared, but in the end, Ashlee was done caring about them as well, "So...you are?" she prodded now, looking for an answer that may or may not come. words: 367 - tags: Kate Perselie - outfit: link

[Kate Perselie]

The girl looked me up and down quickly. I knew the routine. It was something popular girls did to girls they didn't know. Although it wasn't necessarily always the popular girls; it could be anyone. A quick glance up and down just to determine whether or not the girl was good enough to talk to. I seemed to pass the test because she opened her mouth to speak.
"Thanks." She said, pausing.
Had she really just thanked me? I had just confronted her with stealing - make that almost stealing - and now she was thanking me. It seemed bizarre, but I shrugged it off. "I'm Ashlee. Ashlee Grace. Just got here a few weeks ago...from Florida." It was a nice introduction and I could immediately tell that she wasn't the girl I had pinned her for just a few minutes ago. "So...you are?" She asked.
"I'm Kate. Perselie. I went to Canterwood Crest, the middle school that's kind of linked to here." I told Ashlee. "I've never been to Florida, but I've heard it's amazing. I've always wanted to go. What's it like? Do you move a lot?" I asked her, interested.
Quickly, I shut my mouth and blushed. I had the habit to blabber on and on. It was one of my bad habits. I tried to stop and be more mysterious - to leave something to the imagination - I just couldn't. I loved to talk. I watched Ashlee, hoping she wouldn't run screaming down the hall away from the freak who was bombarding her with questions.

[Ashlee Grace]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/226038/summertime-stripes-pattern.jpg);] She's Got It Out For Me, But I Wear The Biggest Smile Well, it looked like she had caught the other girl off guard, and Ashlee didn't mind that one bit. It distracted from the current situation that they were in at the moment, and she still couldn't decide if she wanted to bitch out or not. After all, it's not like Ashlee was a mean girl nor did she strive to be one. She would rather just leave the tear downs at the capable hands of the popular's and the mega-popular's. Besides, she was pretty certain that it was actually written in their guidelines. But now there was the waiting, to see if this shy girl would take the bait of the introduction and thankfully, she did. It didn't take too long before the answers came as the girl introduced herself as Kate with past ties to another school. Ashlee had heard of it actually, despite her not really being from the area. A good friend of hers had gone to Canterwood. She nodded at the answer but was a little surprised to see that Kate happily continued on talking now, asking her about Florida and actually taking an interest. It caught Ashlee off guard, and almost seemed a little weird since well, Kate had seemed so meek when it came to confrontation. Maybe the shy girl was all just an act. But she was also quick to shut her mouth as well, embarrassed by all the talk. "Uh, yeah, Florida's cool," Ashlee said with a smile, "I miss it. I rather be there than here to be honest. I don't see what the big deal about this place is." Now she was just badmouthing, which she probably couldn't do since it could get anybody in trouble. But Ashlee found herself not really caring, "I'm from Coconut Cove, so you probably haven't heard of it. Small little town, we're famous for the burrowing owls. And Florida is hot and muggy, but I still love it...and no, I don't move. Been in Florida my whole life til now." Til God ruined her life with his messed up plan of giving her mother cancer, "I came up here to ride actually. I assume that's what you do also." words: 363 - tags: Kate Perselie - outfit: link