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Post by lily rose mccarter on Jun 15, 2009 16:05:38 GMT -5
tears are forming in your eyesA STORM IS WARNINGin the skies in the end- - - - -Lily allowed a small sigh of relief to escape her as she adjusted her messenger bag on her shoulder and lifted her sunglasses off her eyes and placed them on top of her head. With Holli's help, Lily will be able to navigate the camp grounds in no time. But more importantly, she can find out more about her competition at Lockswood. She was new, so she was automatically the underdog, the one that no one expects. It was how Lily liked it. Proving people wrong was her specialty, and it was even better that she could do with sarcasm in her voice and a smile on her face. Her favorite part was seeing the shocked faces. She made sure she brought her camera just for that.
Grabbing the handle of her luggage once more, Lily followed quickly behind Holli. She was extremely thankful that she decided to wear sneakers instead of any of her very fancy heals that she had packed away in her biggest luggage. Shoes were things she just couldn't live without. But her smile grew as she listened to Holli. "You think?" She asked with a small shrug. It wasn't really hard to fit in, it was something she found easy. All she really needed was to find someone who shared her same interests and since this was a music camp, it wouldn't be that hard. But she needed to focus on her songs instead of socializing. She was here to prove that she can make it, that she didn't need to go to Harvard or Yale like her father wanted. "Just can't wait to get started." She added with a small laugh.
TAG open to everyone COUNT 284 OUTFIT linkyLYRICS Its only life by Kate Voegele CREDIT made by me OTHER :] [/size]
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Post by jake adam parker on Jun 16, 2009 18:50:29 GMT -5
Jake was shocked beyond the definition of the word. There was no yelling, no anger, not even agitation. No one insulted him, added his name to a long string of obscenities or told him he was a huge mistake. It was refreshing, completely and totally freeing, for once in his life he wasn't told he had screwed up. He grinned looking up to meet the eyes of the first half decent person he had met in a long time. It wasn't as if the world was completely terrible to him or anything, it was just that after twelve years of harassment he stopped caring. He put himself in the back of all his classes, spoke to no one and did all his work. He never participated in clubs or groups or sports. That's what made the invitation to camp so shocking. He'd never played in front of anyone really. He was positive his brother hadn't said anything, it made him skeptical.
Jake smiled softly at the girl before him, she was quite beautiful. Not in the traditional way though, there was something different about her. She seemed pleasant, she radiated this sort of pleasantness, but then again he could have been totally distracted by her single nice comment. "No, no, the fault's all mine. I'm Jake," he said shifting his bag, thrusting it further up his shoulder. He stuck his hand out for her to shake. He was well practiced in formal greetings, he could salute like no other. That was his future, the United States Air Force. There was nothing that would change that, even if it was the last thing in the world that Jake wanted for himself. He just continued to smile. No one would notice it was fake anyways. They never did.
word count. enough listening to. dash board confessional wearing. nothing
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Post by emily celina de leveque on Jun 16, 2009 21:00:07 GMT -5
( tell me that you love me , [/color] AND IT WILL BE ALRIGHT[/size] )[/size][/font][/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - When the boy smiled, that said enough for Emily. He seemed nice but when he finally looked up to her, the face was unfamiliar. But this unfamiliar face seemed nice, welcoming. Emily was glad to meet someone new, or greet anyone for that matter. It seemed all her friends from last year weren’t here yet or already done with signing in or Emily feared they weren’t coming at all. Emily wasn’t a social butterfly, she kept to herself so maybe the little bump in she shared with the boy would cause her to make a new friend. Emily moved her bangs away from her face so her blue eyes could get a better look at him. Defiantly attractive, there was no doubt in her mind. He had nice eyes and a great smile. But for some reason when he did smile, his eyes didn’t seem to smile back for her. Like there were other meanings to the smile that confused Emily. But she had met someone new, so she didn’t mind all that much. He seemed sweet.
Emily watched as took the blame for their little run in and then introduced himself with his arm out. His name was Jake. She studied him for a moment, his name seemed to fit his face perfectly. Emily placed her guitar case down next to her so she had a free hand. Then she place her thin hand in his, ”I’m Emily” she said simply with a light French accent and then slowly she let go of his hand. Well it would be kind of weird or awkward if she just said bye or something and she wanted to be nice to him, ” Sorry I don’t recognize you. Did you come here before?” she asked softly. Emily felt her face go red. She didn’t want him to get offended or anything if he was here last year or times before. With his face, she would have remembered him if she saw him; in a good way of course.
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WORD COUNT 336 LYRICS the maine TEMPLATE me OUTFIT whatever is the photo OTHER this sucks :/
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Post by mandy rae davis on Jun 18, 2009 14:55:04 GMT -5
---------- He could be very dramatic sometimes, Mandy knew that hurting him wasn't easy, not for her at least. She wasn't the kind of girl to intentionally hurt anyone anyways, especially him. Heath William Catalano just meant too much to her. Mandy considered what she said for a moment," I think that was kind of the point." She childishly stuck her tongue out at him. Mandy had it in her too be very immature sometimes. "But don't worry, I still love you," she grinned.
She was always very playfully when it came to him. Mandy supposed it was because she knew very few people growing up and he was her first real guy friend. She was very specific when it came to guys and though Heath was the exact type she vowed to stay away from it didn't work out as she planned. She blamed the past for that, they both had pretty messed up ones.
"Well then great pretender, you must teach me one day because if someone else appears and says Hi I'm your mom I might die," she gave a small grin. It was meant to be funny but honestly the idea of that happening to her was torture. It was bad enough with her father, but her mother was different. She didn't know anything about her. Mandy felt bad about calling his life perfect, but on the outside it pretty much was.
Mandy laughed when Heath said he didn't intentionally try to be a jerk, she found it very amusing. "People actually try to be jerks?" she asked with a laugh. She just ran her hand through her hair listening to his explanation. "Well at least I know you have good taste," she continued to giggle. The St. Clair's were horrible. She knew everyone deserved to be loved but they just made it really hard.
Mandy blushed when he said all her songs were amazing. They meant the world to her and she was afraid more than anything that people would hate them. It felt good to know that someone actually liked them. It was freeing and incredible. Mandy couldn't help but laugh again. "Skills? What skills?" she joked. "Sorry," she said with a grin, "We've been apart too long and I am far too amused."
word count ;; 377 listening to ;; Taylor Swift - Our Song wearing ;; this little number
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