tomorrow's another day---' {open}

[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 Ashlee couldn't decide what was more annoying to wake up to: the light shining brightly in after she forgot to close the blinds last night, the birds chirping and singing the song of their people outside her window, or the fact that her phone was going off in the most obnoxious sound in the form of a rooster. She didn't give it much thought though, because that would require energy that the young girl was just certain that she couldn't expend. Rolling over onto her stomach, a hand extended out from the sheets and reached, silencing the Droid with a swift motion as she allowed her face to faceplant back into her pillow. Still, that didn't take care of the birds or the sunlight. A loud groan escaped her now, "SHUT UP!" the teenager screamed into her pillow, although it wouldn't do her much good since it muffled her voice and well, the birds were outside. Perhaps it was a sign that she should probably get out of bed, for the world was brightly telling her to get up, 'Good morning, Starshine... the earth says hello! ; as Mr. Willy Wonka would put it in the Tim Burton movie. But Ashlee didn't find herself particularly keen on saying hello to the earth, in fact, it could go to hell, along with this school. She honestly didn't want to be here, in fact, she would rather be back home. Well, no, that was a lie. She wanted to be home with her baby brother (although he really wasn't much of a baby any more) and see if her father found his sanity again (though she doubted that). Ashlee didn't want to admit quite yet that she was as cracked as Aunt Haylee made her out to be. But, the fact of the matter is, is that even though she wasn't even in Coconut Cove any more, or Florida, she still had to report to a juvenile probation officer after her little shoplifting incident. Honestly, it's not like she stuffed the Hope Diamond down her pants, or a ferrari in her purse. Just a few bottles of nail polish from Sephora. Ashlee honestly didn't think it had been that big of a deal, but evidently, in Florida, it was. Either way, it didn't stop her from still going on in her head about how stupid it was. Not that she ever cared about social status, but god, she didn't need anybody to figure out that she was a girl with a record. Although judging by some of the people at this school, Ashlee would be willing to bet that there were a few other people more likely than her to end up on America's Most Wanted, or even sent off to the funny farm. All of this thought process though wasn't getting her anywhere in life though, or make her want to leave her bed. Technically, she had class in and hour or two, and god forbid she miss it, they might send out the state police. Along with the US Army, and maybe the National Guard and FBI as well. The idea of 'Ashlee Sara Grace, America's Most Wanted for Shoplifting' crossing her mind brought a rather smug smile to her face as she finally sat up and gingerly put a barefoot on the ground, as if the floor might break and turn into lava beneath it. Thank god her roommate was already gone, Ashlee didn't even want to think what she might look to someone this morning, 'The monster under your bed,' she thought mildly to herself, being as that was what Bradley always accused her of when she stumbled into the bathroom at eleven am. Throwing her second foot over the side of her bed now, Ashlee got up, stumbling over to her dresser and taking care of her outfit. Hopping on one foot and then then the other to get herself into the skirt before she toppled over onto the ground. It didn't matter though, her boots had been right there and she started to pull them on, "Just another day to survive Ashlee, you can do this," she muttered to herself. It should be simple enough. Appleberry for two years, her probation would be over in a few months, and then, she could live the high life in college. Or maybe she could grow up a little bit, but that would require her father to do so as well. God, that is such a low blow. It's not his fault, it wasn't her mother's either, or really her aunts. It was life's and the cancers. If it weren't for her little brother and Diamond, Ashlee was pretty certain that she really would be a little room with four white walls. Grabbing her hobo bag, she threw all the necessities into it: small hair brush, make up, sunglasses, ID cards, keys, planner, ect, before grabbing a pen and a notebook and headed for the door. She took one last look around her room before switching off the lights and leaving. The dinning hall wasn't that far a of a walk which was the main thing that she loved about her dorm. The two things that sucked about it (other than it's neighbor the birds) was that it was a) far away from the main classes building, and b) far away from the stables. But at least food was readily available with a sunshine smile. Maybe she could even get some appleberries in her morning cereal, whatever it may be. And while Ashlee nearly grabbed a bowl of raisin brand because it's the best cereal for making anyone realize that this isn't a date, she found herself with a pile of scrambled eggs and beacon instead. Once she had decided that she'd be a vegan, however it didn't last long. Now though, the teenager found herself in one of those predicaments. Breakfast was one of those times of day where you should just say 'fuck the world' and sit by yourself, but at the same time, all of the adults in her life were telling her to go out in make friends. Ashlee had friends, they just weren't here. A sigh escaped her, she could 'try' maybe. There was no harm in that. So she piked a random table where a student was and interrupted their breakfast, "Can I sit with you?" words: 1057 - tags: open - outfit: link

[Sammie Leger ♥]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px] YOU ARE ALL MY PUPPETS it's immortality, my darlings. [/style][style=background-color: CC99FF; width: 200px; height: 300px; float: right; border: 0px solid #FFCC99; padding: 8px; color: 454545; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: arial]I stared at the clock as the long hand clicked to the twelve, rocking quickly from side to side before freezing completely. The little hand directly pointing to the seven. I sighed loudly, my hands placed tensely over the pile of papers in front of me. Pages and pages of creepy texts, threats, addresses and the like. In a moment of utter strength, I gathered them up, flipped them over and stuffed them in my dresser, closing my eyes for a few seconds and regaining my composure, or at least slightly. I stared into the mirror, my lips a straight line, my eyes tired. But even then, I was still strikingly beautiful. I crossed my arms and pulled my loose-fitting pale white tank top over my head, studying once again the new bra i'd ordered from the vs web page. it was lilac, with a lace outline and beautiful strap details. it was one of my favorites. After changing out of my silk pajamas and pulling on some crisp, mint green skinny jeans along with a pale pink knit sweater, I hurried to the bathroom to apply some makeup. A few swipes of Fales mascara, a dusting of foundation with a faint liquid outline, some pale grey liner on the top line and a dash of white eyeshadow for accent, it was time for hair. i decided to go simple, brushing out the thick strands until they were silky and shiny, before tying it into a perfect golden sock bun with my blonde tie. I stepped into some 3-inch white open-toed heels, grabbed my new black versus clutch and flounced out the door, toward the dining hall. I grabbed a sugar-free orange juice and looked around. Pretty much everything was empty, apart from a few freshmen boys in the far corner who stared at me with wide eyes, grinning like idiots. I strutted boldly over to the table next to theirs, pretty much sending their freshman hormones flying as i sat down gracefully and pulled out my phone. i was about to crack open the bottle of juice when a faint shadow fell over the table. i looked up, a smirk glued to my flawless face, my head tilted. "Can I sit with you?" She asked. I just stared for a long moment, my eyes narrowed. "That depends," I said slowly. "On who you are." I said forwardly, an eyebrow raised. [style=letter-spacing: 2px; border-bottom: 2px solid; padding: 2px] lots | open | complete so yeah. have some muse so please post. [/style]

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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 Why is it that she could not help but to think that she might have juts waked into a scene from Jaws? And that Ashlee herself was the victim. Still, we all knew how that movie ended and the shark ended up dead. 'Wait, no, let's not jump ahead of ourselves here Ashlee,' she thought to herself as she stared at the girl before her. The way the boys the table next over were eyeing her, she might have thought that she were dealing with Aphrodite or Helen of Troy. Still, something told her that letting her guard down might be a mistake because clearly, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. And there she went again jumping to conclusions. Ashlee couldn't help herself though, it was very easy to do and everybody did it. Still, those words of 'make friends not enemies' hung in her mind. The only problem was that in Girl World, the latter is far more easier to make. And it's not as if she were scared of some big bad girl from the upscale side of the block. No, not at all. But she was the one the record, not this girl, and even if it was only for shoplifting, Ashlee had a feeling that her bad behavior would still end up being reported back to her juvie probation officer. Besides, maybe attitude was just the girl's normal response to everything, just like how other people naturally responded with sarcasm or horses neighing excitedly when they saw the grain come out. That could be argued as bad behavior though. So Ashlee glanced from one side to the other now for the briefest of moments before allowing her gaze to rest back on the girl now, "I'm sorry. It appears that my personal announcer isn't here at the moment, but I'm Ashlee. Ashlee Grace." And then she smiled, trying to ooze some sort of friendliness into the conversation without seeming fake because well, she wasn't trying to be. This making friends thing all over again was just a little hard, especially when she didn't want to be here. In fact, if it weren't for the obvious attention that the girl seemed to score with the boys, Ashlee would have thought that she didn't want to be there either. After all, no amount of make up can eye the left over stress in anyone's face, "So...can I sit with you? Or should I just go find somewhere else?" words: 415 - tags: sammie leger - outfit: link

[Sammie Leger ♥]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px] YOU ARE ALL MY PUPPETS it's immortality, my darlings. [/style][style=background-color: CC99FF; width: 200px; height: 300px; float: right; border: 0px solid #FFCC99; padding: 8px; color: 454545; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: arial]For some reason, I wasn't sure what, I found myself smiling, my eyes amused, sparkling for the first time in a while. I moved my juice so it was against my chest, some sort of welcoming gesture, I presume, and nodded towards the seat in front of me. "Sit." I said sharply, but this time, I said it with a small smile. The girl reminded me of Violet. I hate to admit it, but she had been on my mind lately and I'd pretty much took the time to compare every single girl at appleberry to her. My heart ached for a moment, before it let up to cold and hard once again. I stared at her. "I'm Sammie. Sammie Leger." I stated proudly, my smile was smug but also soft. [style=letter-spacing: 2px; border-bottom: 2px solid; padding: 2px] lots | open | complete so yeah. have some muse so please post. [/style]

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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 Moments seemed to pass by, and they were everlasting before the girl before her offered a smile. Inwardly, Ashlee felt herself breath a sigh of relief. No enemies made today. Take that life, maybe this making friends thing wouldn't be as horrendous as she thought it would be. At the same time though, Ashlee knew better than to let her guard down that easily. Girls were girls. They were dangerous just as much as they were kind, and her earlier, snappish assault had been a clear sign of that. Her clever wit may have just been the only thing that saved her from total annihilation just then. Still, Ashlee liked to believe that she could have taken her on if this went the other way. Another thing to be mildly wary about was that bemused glint in her eyes. No doubt cats wore that same gleam when they were just about to out trick a mouse. And then came the command to sit down, and for a moment, Ashlee didn't move. She stared at the girl for a moment who had given her an order like she had been no more than a common servant or dog. Still, there was no need to judge too quickly already, and soon, she obliged the girl's wish. Putting her tray down, and dropping her bag with a loud thud on the ground, Ashlee took her designated seat. Glancing around, she found herself a little surprise that the girl was sitting by herself considering how the others were regarding her. Maybe she was just that untouchable. Picking up her fork, she speared her scrambled eggs and started to eat, glancing back over at the girl with a quiet regard. For a moment, Ashlee thought she saw something pass over the girl's eyes. Lost in thought and translation, but it seemed to be fleeting, for it had vanished quickly and replaced with something that she wasn't quite sure as to what it was, emotionally wise. Physically though, it was an illusion, a mask. Something that Ashlee knew a lot about in the people that she surrounded herself with back at Coconut Cove, both teenagers and adults, "Pleasure's mine. I promised my Dad I'd make friends here." Friends. Maybe she was just jumping the gun there a little bit, "I'm not interrupting anything though, am I? You looked like you had something going on." She left it open ended, figuring that she should allow Sammie to interpret it the way she wanted to: whether it was about the boys or the fleeting look. words: 426 - tags: sammie leger - outfit: link

[Sammie Leger ♥]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px] YOU ARE ALL MY PUPPETS it's immortality, my darlings. [/style][style=background-color: CC99FF; width: 200px; height: 300px; float: right; border: 0px solid #FFCC99; padding: 8px; color: 454545; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: arial]Like so many other times, I listened, absorbing everything, wrapping it around my head, her words filling my brain. Committing everything to memory was something I had learned was vitally important in my day to day routine. Liars ought to have good memories. I thought, and then I realized I was still staring at her, my wide blue eyes iced over, like always, but lost in thought, for now. I flinched when she said friends. Clearly, I wasn't the warm and friendly type, but I honestly wouldn't mind something slightly innocent and carefree to hold onto, even if it was just in this moment. In all seriousness, there was a lacking of anything sure and sturdy to hold onto in my life right now, nothing heavy enough to be 100% certain of. You think you know people, I thought, remembering how I'd said exactly this to Heather a while back, and then they surprise you. Even inside my head, I could hear my voice loud and clear, I was pretty sure once you heard it you never really forgot it. I remember reading that you can never hear your voice completely accurately, weather it be on tape or in your head, it was never the same as hearing it in the flesh, there was always some sort of tinge. But the general idea of my flute-like voice let me know that even when it was sweet as honey, it was poisonous. I drew my attention back to her. "I'm not interrupting anything though, am I? You looked like you had something going on." she said carefully, and I curled the corner of my mouth up. Not a smile, nor a smirk, nor a frown, just a sign to show her I understood. Violet's face flashed in my mind again. Not the new one, the made up one with the wig and the expression I barely recognized. And not the messed-up one, with the eccentric long blond hair and excessive black makeup, but the tiny, innocent Violet, the one I'd known at the beginning, before any of this had happened. Before Appleberry, before I moved my way up the social ladder. The only person that had accepted me then. And she was more beautiful then ever, with her long, wiry sand-colored hair and coiled, cat-like composure, a warm smile on her face, dimples lining the sides of her mouth, truly happy. I guess I'd never know how she'd felt back then, and when I think about it now, I wonder if she'd felt left behind as I turned my shoulder, devoting myself to getting to the top. It was so easy when I got there, to stay there, to be who everybody wanted me to be, and I guess I feel like I didn't let myself forget about her, but that in some ways, it was forced, the friendship, at that time. If I'd lost her, though, it would have hit me like a bullet, but keeping her there was like taking showers every day. Something you had to do. I sighed, shaking my head, putting my guard up like slipping into flats. Flats that I'd worn so many times, with tiny creases and frays in some spots. "Are you new?" I asked simply. [style=letter-spacing: 2px; border-bottom: 2px solid; padding: 2px] lots | open | complete so yeah. have some muse so please post. [/style]

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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 The other girl was rather quiet, indeed, Ashlee felt as if she were getting lost in thought that very moment. Picking up a piece of bacon, it found itself pinched between her thumb and index finger as Ashlee steered it towards her mouth. Munching on it, her eyes still remained on Sammie though as the girl continued to think. Her gaze looked far off, even more so than a minute or so before. Ashlee's question though, managed to bring her back down to earth which was always nice. For a second, she honestly thought that she was going to do one of those 'earth to sammie' ordeals for her being such a space cadet at that very moment. It seemed though, the environment could turn hostile at any moment. As she shook her head, probably clearing her thoughts, Ashlee might have thought that she were staring at a very different girl now even though the body itself is still the same. Ashlee knew that feeling though, the idea of putting up some sort of front and to believe that you were just some unbreakable fortress. And then came the question, Are you new? It avoided Ashlee's last question, Sammie was avoiding the topic all together and putting the spotlight on her once again, which is a little shocking since well, Ashlee usually saw that blondes were the ones who wanted to be in the spotlight. The words 'that was quite the shot down, using me for target practice?' had entered her mind, but in some miracle, Ashlee managed to hold her tongue. "Uh, yeah," she stated now, returning her attention back to her scrambled eggs for a moment as she pushed them around with her fork, trying to decide what to share. Strangers didn't like to be overloaded with all the feels, and Ashlee didn't particularly care for sharing her life story either with a girl she just met. However, if this small talk and questions were all that would be happening, then they might not even carry out a conversation. And if that were the case, Ashlee realized it would defeat the whole promise of making friends to all the various adults in her life counting on her to not screw up. The funny thing is, half of the time, Ashlee did want to screw up. She wanted to do whatever the hell she wanted and not be told otherwise. Glancing back over at Sammie now, Ashlee smiled again as if nothing awkward had even happened, "I'm from Coconut Cove, which is in Florida which I'm sure you've guessed with a name that involves coconuts. Came up here with my horse for a change of scenery." words: 446 - tags: sammie leger - outfit: link

[Sammie Leger ♥]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px] YOU ARE ALL MY PUPPETS it's immortality, my darlings. [/style][style=background-color: CC99FF; width: 200px; height: 300px; float: right; border: 0px solid #FFCC99; padding: 8px; color: 454545; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: arial]Suddenly, I read something. I don't know where it came from, but it slipped through my skin and into my brain, surprising me slightly. Slowly, I raised one of my eyebrows, an arch in the middle of the perfect line. She turned her head a little bit, trying with all her might to see the girl, really see her, until she was transparent like everyone else at this school. Until she was so easy to study, to understand, that with one glance you knew how insecure she was. But Sammie felt like she'd only gotten halfway to the heart. And so she did the only thing the little blonde thought possible. She asked. "And the scenery," she paused for a moment, tossing her hair gently over her shoulder, "is the only reason you came here?" she asked sharply. For some reason, right now, she was finally letting someone talk. Because she just had to know. It was a little twirk in her subconscious that told her she always had to know the answer, be all-knowing, and up until now, she was. And that was pretty much one of the things she was known for- knowing all of your secrets. [style=letter-spacing: 2px; border-bottom: 2px solid; padding: 2px] lots | open | complete so yeah. have some muse so please post. [/style]

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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 What came next was almost like a punch in the face. It's not that the words were vicious per say, but there is something about Sammie's tone that Ashlee just couldn't help but to shake off. In fact, it took her almost by surprise to the point she stopped chewing on her scrambled eggs and just stared at her. Guess girls were all the same no matter where you went. Even though nobody ever said, Ashlee found herself certain that back in Florida, it was Queen Bee and Drama Queen Mara Flemming who sold her out on her shoplifting charges. Maybe she and Sammie here for friends, although the total idea seemed rather stupid, even in Ashlee's mind. So then it came down to the point of what should she say. Should she be a bitch and tell her that she was here because she was technically a criminal? No, she should be a bitch and say something else, like her mother dying. In fact, the whole reason why Ashlee even found herself on that little downward spiral was because God had a sick sense of humor and took her mother away from her, away from her family. Finally, Ashlee managed to swallow her food now and then take a sip of her water. She really had to calm down, there was no need to lash out and she hadn't done it yet, but Ashlee still felt the temptation sitting right there. "My mom died from a cancerous brain tumor, and my dad pretty much shut down. So, I came here since he can't take care of me any more," so, it was sorta true. Actually, all of that was true, Ashlee just left out some parts. But it's not as if Sammie would ever know, it's not like she was Nancy Drew, or at least not to her knowledge. But Ashlee knew she shouldn't be stupid about all of this, she shouldn't be brash, she should just try and blend it, "So yeah, I think I came here for the change of scenery." words: 342 - tags: sammie leger - outfit: link