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Post by Giselle Lysandra on Jul 15, 2013 11:53:13 GMT -6
Fame, Liquor, Love give it to me slowly | [atrb=border,0,true] [style=width: 250px; height: 290px; padding: 0px 5px 0px 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify; color: #333; line-height: 99%; overflow: auto]Giselle couldn't help the whispers and stares. There was no denying that she stood out. Standing at 5'8" with insanely long blonde hair and clothed in pieces that no doubt cost more than the school's tuition and everybody around her's outfits together. Her gold Olivia Collings bracelet alone cost more than the rest of her outfit. At that thought, she glanced down at it and watched it slide down her tiny wrist. She enjoyed the attention though, most of time she barely noticed, it was just an everyday thing.
Coming to a stop, in the path and resting a hand on her hip she surveyed the scene before her. It was a nice school, but compared to the Carribbeans, Georgia just looked so dreary and like some knock off place. Her mother had paid for her to spend a good two weeks resort hopping in the tropical paradise, in exchange for peacefully agreeing to attend this place. While two weeks was nothing compared to how long she'd probably be here, she figures the east coast was in need of a dose of her. To be fair though, she was a west side girl through and through.
As she was checking out the place she'd be calling home for however long she was stuck her, her shoulder was struck lightly by something and turning around, she stared down the person. Her expression was unreadable, but her blue eyes, piercing. If they knew what was best, the first thing out of their mouth would be an apology.
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Post by Kristina Parks on Jul 18, 2013 20:08:05 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, height: 30px; background-color: #FF5D5D; width: 425px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #F2F2F2; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center, bTable]yeah, you got me begging, begging baby please don't go
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #F2F2F2; width: 427px; margin-top: -20px, bTable] IF I WAKE UP TOMORROW, WILL YOU STILL BE THERE?
Kristina hopped out of bed early in the morning and pulled on a pretty black and white one shoulder shirt and stood debating over wether or not she ought to wear white or black pants for a few minutes before throwing on her black pants and doing up her hair in a pretty braid and then proceeding to stick a pretty light pink flower hair piece in her hair and putting her favorite vintage butterfly pendant that had been passed down from mother to daughter in her family for 60 generations it was a simple chain pendant that was faded and slightly rusted but she couldn't bear to not follow family tradition so here she stood wearing it and one day when she had a daughter she would pass it on to her and tell her to pass it on to her daughter and so forth.
Kristina checked her appearance and outfit in the full body length mirror on her closet door before taking a deep breath and walking out of her dorm and locking it behind her. She walked quickly through the surprisingly busy court yard until she bumped into another girl a blonde girl who turned to look at her with calm face but piercing eyes that put Kristina on edge she took a step back as she said, "Sorry about that, there's too many people around here I didn't see you standing there sorry" she hoped that, that was a valid enough excuse and apology because something about this girl scream cross me and you die well not die but one would not like the out come if they crossed onto this girls bad side at all.
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