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 Mar 11, 2013 19:37:15 GMT -6
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Spencer boredly flipped through a dog-eared copy of Team of Rivals. She ususally found solace in Goodwin's words, but not today. Setting the book down on the bench, she adjusted her fedora and sunglasses so she could look without looking, per say. Her eyes scanned the Appleberry courtyard, looking for anything other the typical teenage stuff. Frisbee throwing, freshmen on first dates, a stray spring leaf. Everything was to... normal. Spencer angrily brushed her hair out of her face. Her usually sleek and shiny hair was being a bitch today. She just realized she had forgotten her hairspray. Oops. throwing it back into a messy bun, she leaned back on the wooden bench, She spotted a blonde strutting toward her. Spencer's waxed eyebrows raised in an expression of cold interest. She knew the girl. Who didn't? Sammie Leger was the queen bee on campus. No one that Violet would of ever associated with, Spencer had already crossed her off the list of suspects. But you could never be too careful. Keeping a calm, distant expression on her face, she looked at Sammie. The blonde seemed intent on walking over to her. Had Spencer done something "wrong?" Probably.
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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on Mar 12, 2013 14:21:17 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 couldn't help but grin slightly as the warm sun shone against my tanned arms and sent golden rays of light off of my long, sweet-smelling hair. the light breeze blew my pale blue and white short designer casual dress and my white platform heels. i looked summery and girly and totally gorgeous, as usual. long, sparkly white earrings hung from my ears and my nails were painted a perfect white. people waved at me and guys told me how hot i looked. i smirked, strutting, basking in the attention. suddenly, i spotted a unique-looking brunette sitting with a tiny book on a bench near the fountain. i tilted my head, assessing the girl and the situation. she looked cold and hard. maybe i'd have a little fun the with frowny. i strutted over to the girl and cocked my hip, wrapping a hand around my tiny waist and letting a very small grin creep across my bright red lips. 'who are you?' i demanded. |
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Spencer Branston
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You know what they say about hope. It breeds eternal misery.
Posts: 48
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Post by Spencer Branston on Mar 16, 2013 19:37:30 GMT -6
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"Who are you?" THe icy tone is what stuck in spencer's mind. The blonde peered at her, her china-like eyes flashing. Not backing down, Spencer stood up so she was looking down at the girl. "Spencer. Branston." She quickly searched the blonde's face. She spoke her last name to see if the girl would recognize the resemblance between her and Violet. She thought she saw A flicker of emotion crossed Sammie's face, but not enough to judge on. Damn. Spencer eyed Sammie, then picked up her books. "I know who you are. the question is, why are you talking to a girl like me?" The fire in Spencer's eyes was enough to make most people back down. But not this girl.
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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on Mar 16, 2013 19:44:35 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 chuckled knowingly, raising my eyebrow and squaring my shoulders, my face bold and confident. something about her was deathly familiar. i crossed my arms and smiled meanly at her remark. 'oh, come on. don't you know that to end up where i am, you have to give everyone a chance?' i said, my icy blue eyes mysterious and my eyebrow still raised. 'now take a deep breath, sweetie.' i said, smoothing my hair casually. 'i'm not that scary.' i said sarcastically. |
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Spencer Branston
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You know what they say about hope. It breeds eternal misery.
Posts: 48
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Post by Spencer Branston on Mar 17, 2013 9:52:21 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( NOTES) Don't you love this pic ^^ ( TAGGED ) TAGGED ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Spencer laughed. It as a cold. mean sound. She got in close to Sammie's face. "You're right. You're not scary at all. In fact, the cracks in you are visible from 10 feet away. Maybe not visible to the average idiot who goes to this school, but to me," Spencer looked at Sammie up and down again. Leaning in close and smiling, Spencer whispered. "I can see your weaknesses. And i'm not hear to play games." Spencer smiled. She remembered something her cousin had told her. When you deal with a queen, act like the enemy. So, without thinking, she spit something out. "My cousin was hurt by these people. Her name is Violet. Do you think you can find out who?" And just like that, while Spencer didn't know it yet, she fell into a trap. any and all notes can go here |
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Post by Sammie Leger ♥ on Mar 17, 2013 10:15:29 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 you, 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] sammie shook her head. 'i am not your average queen, spencer. and i know the answers to questions that you haven't even thought of yet.' i said, poking har hard in the chest and glaring meanly at her. i wouldn't let her get to me. when she mentioned violet's name, i flinched with a start, but i collected myself before it was noticeable. i was speechless. memories of violet flashed through my head, consoling her, hugging, crying, sleepless nights and midnight riding and her knowing every little thing about me. before leaving, i whispered in her ear. 'you need me.' i said harshly, before bumping her shoulder and strutting down the marble pathway toward my dorm, my heels clacking as i walked faster and faster. |
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Spencer Branston
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You know what they say about hope. It breeds eternal misery.
Posts: 48
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Post by Spencer Branston on Mar 17, 2013 10:46:30 GMT -6
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