Tʜᴇ Sᴏʟᴀʀ Eᴄʟɪᴘsᴇ | Hɪɢʜ Sᴇᴍɪ-Lɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ +

[Zombie Skittles]

"To my mother To my father
It's your son or it's your daughter
Are my screams loud enough for
You to hear me? Should I turn this up for you?

I sit here locked inside my head
Remembering everything you've said
The silence gets us nowhere,
Gets us nowhere way too fast.

The silence is what kills me
I need someone here to help me
But you don't know how to listen
And let me make my decision

I sit here locked inside my head
Remembering everything you've said
The silence gets us nowhere,
Gets us nowhere way too fast.

All your insults And your curses
Make me feel like I'm not a person.
And I feel like I am nothing.
But you made me so do something.
Cause I'm f*cked up because you are.
Need attention, Attention you couldn't give.

I sit here locked inside my head
Remembering everything you've said
The silence gets us nowhere,
Gets us nowhere way too fast.

I sit here locked inside my head
Remembering everything you've said
The silence gets us nowhere,
Gets us nowhere way too fast."

| ᴀ s ᴛ ʀ ɪ ᴅ | ɴ ɪ ɴ ᴇ ᴛ ᴇ ᴇ ɴ | ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴛ ʜ |

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let's get to the
basics of you

"My name is Astrid Noelle O'Connell." Pronounced AS / trid. no / ELL. O / con / al. The name Astrid comes from an Old Norse origin. It means fair, or beautiful goddess. Her middle name, Noelle is from the Old French origin. With the meaning of either day of birth, or Christmas. Astrid believes that her mother named her, since her father ran off when she found out that her mother was pregnant. Her mother was only seventeen when she had her daughter. And that was nineteen years ago. Now, she's a grown woman, who could clearly take care of herself. Astrid was born in California, where Astrid lived for most of her years, before she moved to Silent creek. It was in a small hospital where her mother described as 'The middle of no where.' But it always seemed like mom didn't know what she was talking about half the time. Astrid has many nicknames from mostly her middle name. Noelle. Some people say it how it looks. Or how it is pronounced. She also gets called Elle, or Ellie. She doesn't really care, nicknames don't bother her much, but she would rather just be called Astrid. Her power is the element of earth.

who you are to
yourself, and others

"This is me. Like or not." Independent. Funny. Kind.
Three words describe Astrid. That covers most of them all. Independent, she doesn't like being told what to do. She can handle things on her own. Not needing other people to hover over and watch her intensely. She hates bossy people. And of course, being independent, she's stubborn. Though, it has somewhat of a different meaning. She likes things to her go her own way, its like she plans it in her head. Waiting for it to go right, and not wrong. If it goes wrong, well, that's not a good thing. You can say she's smart with this "planning", Astrid is smart. She has sassy come-backs, and quiet and attitude. But she still cares.
Leading into the other characteristic that describes Astrid is kind. She cares about her friends, her thoughts, and her family. Including herself. If you need a friend, Astrid is there. Helping you along the way. She's easy to talk to. And enjoys making people feel good about themselves.
And lastly, is her funny side. Astrid is very creative where it comes to her hilariousness. She loves making people laugh. No, wait scratch that. She lives for it. This girl has a sense of humor. And when she finds someone else laughing, it makes her laugh or smile herself. Astrid expresses herself in a fun way. She thinks outside of the box. She would like to have a job with the arts. Drawing, or writing. Photography is a big one!

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Astrid is taken by her mother, and only her mother. Well, including her stupid step-father, Bob. Yeah, her mother married a man named Bob. They adopted a boy who was eight, a few years after Astrid was born. She was about four at the time. His name was Dylan, and Astrid loved him. He let her follow him around, and play games with him. When they got a bit older, Dylan took the role of being over-protective, since Bob didn't care. Bob doesn't care about anyone but himself, and money. Astrid kind of avoided him. Other then that, she lived a happy life like everyone else. There were tears, and laughs. Friends and enemies. Normal enough right?

the description of
you is interesting

"Can you handle all of this?" Astrid looks younger then she actually is. Maybe seventeen, or sometimes people even ask her if she's seventeen. But nope, this girl is nineteen years old. But she's thankful that she looks younger. Maybe when she's forty when she is fifty! Astrid weighs about {120} one-hundred twenty lbs, and slightly smaller for her age, with the height of 5'1" feet tall, sadly. She hates being short. Always looking up at people. Though, there's a plus side, her body moves quickly and gracefully, other then being a clumsy tall person. Her body is flexible, making it easy to move around. As in dancing. She's one of those dancers. Ballet, but has some swag. Astrid's skin is somewhat pale. She burns rather than tanning, which she hates. But she loves the sun. Her face, like everyone else, has suffered from pimples. And sometimes she still does. There's a few scars from the pimples here and there, but the faded. Much like her small little freckles spread across her cheeks and nose. They are more visible on her arms, where they have scattered all over the place. She hates her freckles, while others think that they are cute. Why? She doesn't even know. Above her face freckles are these ivory green eyes. Beautiful, everyone tells her. But she thinks they are ugly. Her eyes give her a dangerous and daring look. But yet very attractive. Like a rose and its thorns. Her nose is small, a button nose. Which she is thankful for. No big honkers on her face. And then there's her full lips. Astrid has a tangle of long blond hair. That's forever going the wrong way. Not the way she's trained it. Her hair is more on the straight side, sometimes a bit wavy, but other then that its a boring flat.

do you actually
love someone?

"Everyone is disappointing." Astrid is single, and it's not likely that she would find anyone soon. Astrid is more of one of those girls who can totally forget guys as someone she would go out with. But yet, she is more like a friend. Someone who everyone could be best friends with. If you got what it takes. She hates those cocky, full of themselves types of guys. They just make her mad, why would anyone like someone like that? It seems like they are to in love with themselves, and not ready for a relationship. If you haven;t noticed already, Astrid is straight. She's always has been. She just likes guys, girls are more on the friend side. And will stay that way. Her type of guy would be someone who is creative, they can't boring and lifeless. And that goes onto the next turn on, he has to have a sense of humor, she would most likely fall for someone who could make her laugh. Even when she's upset. Whoever can make her laugh, your in. But, they would have to laugh at her too. Astrid loves to make people laugh. And of course, they would have to be a good friend, and not someone who would push her to far. If you like banging on the first date, Astrid is not the type of girl. She likes to get to know people more.

my personal
belongings

"There's a few things that I have to have." Books! Astrid is one of those girls who loves to read. If she was really interested in a book, she could probably finish it in two hours, maybe three. Of course, now that you know she reads, you probably assumed that she was smart. Writing, she loves to write too. She keeps this beat up journal with doodles all over it. That's were she has some poems, or writing down her thoughts. Some pages of how her day was. And even some pictures she drew herself. If you can think of it, its in there. And then there's her beloved camera. This is something she could never live without. She loves photography, as much as dancing. If she couldn't get a career out of dancing, photography is her next choice.

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[dandelion love]

I s ᴀ ʙ ᴇ ʟ ʟ ᴀ
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Yᴏᴜʀ ʟɪғᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏs ᴏᴜᴛ,
Oɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ
Yᴏᴜ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏɴ,
Tᴏ ᴇʀᴀsᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ
Yᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ's ʟɪᴋᴇ,
Tᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜʟᴇss
Sᴏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟɪɴᴅs,
Aɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀᴛᴀɪɴs
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Isabella's sapphire blue eyes fluttered open as the sunlight shined in through the window. She mumbled something under her breath. She sat up in the bed, and threw off her blankets. She stood up, and stretched herself out. Isabella had been wearing her cute pajamas. Her outfit was a purple and white striped tank top with white and purple flower shorts. Her blonde hair was in a messy bun on top of her head. She was so tired, she didn't get any sleep last night because her and her friends have been up all night. She looked at the two girls sleeping in there beds. She looked around the large room, and let out a silent sigh. She went into the girls' bathroom, and looked at herself. She stuck her tongue out of the mirror, and made a funny face. She then grabbed a towel and put it on the rack, reachable from the shower. She then started the shower, and undressed. She got into the shower, and cleaned up. After about half an hour, she finally got out of the shower. She reached for the towel and wrapped it around her. She stepped out from the shower. She went out into the bedroom, and then went to her wardrobe. She opened up the doors, and picked out a dark blue dress, with a brown belt. She quickly slipped on the dress, and then looked for shoes. She picked out matching brown heeled boots.

She walked out into the living room. She decided she would let the girls sleep in, but for the boys. They should have been up by now. They know what happens when Isabella was up before them, she loved waking up the guys. It was only every so often that she could wake them up. She didn't knock on the boys' door, she just went straight in. she smiled at the sleeping boys. "Wakey wakey!" She shouted out to them. She glared at them when they didn't even bulge, much less wake up. She then made her way out of the room, and went to the kitchen sink. She turned on the faucet, and grabbed a cup. She put it under the way that poured down into the cup. One it was almost full, she turned off the faucet to cold. She smirked down at the water, and made her way into the boys' bedroom. She looked at the three boys. She then walked over to Jahmar, and poured a little in his ear. She then went over to Nathaniel and poured a little in his ear. She then went over to the last boy, Julian and did the exact same thing to him as she did to the others. She smirked, and put the cup down on the end table. She crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for their reactions.


A ᴘ ʀ ɪ ʟ
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Iғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ,
Tᴜʀɴ ᴍᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ
Iᴛs ᴇᴀsʏ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ,
I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ
I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ's ғᴏᴏʟ
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April looked up at the source as she was down on one knee to him. She dipped her head in respect to the source. She was one of his upper bounty hunters. She had his trust, and everything she needed. He thought she was doing this job to get the money, but she wasn't. She had a plan. She was going to capture The Chosens and take their powers herself. Once she had their powers, she would be able to kill The Source and take over. Then she would be unstoppable and be the source of all evil. Her deep brown eyes, gleamed with hatred. She listened to The Source's voice as he told her that The Chosens will be picked tomorrow at noon. She smirked and nodded. She stood up and walked out of The Source's cavern that was located underground, where no one could find him. She walked up the stairs and pushed a button. She watched as the sunlight shine in when the ground slid across the surface. She then continued to walk out, and stepped down on the rock which closed the ground over the gap.

April had been wearing a black tee-shirt, that clung to her lean body. She was also wearing black pants that was tight, but they stretched so she could move easily. She was wearing black sneakers, so she could more quickly. Her dark brunette hair was pulled back into a long ponytail. She walked out of the forest, quickly. She had to be ready for tomorrow since the eclipse was coming tomorrow. She had to capture at least one to them. If she could capture one, and memorize a spell that could take the power from them into her. She would be fine. She knew there would have to be at least one that wouldn't want their powers. There usually always were. There was always one that thinks they couldn't handle the responsibility, or sometimes they will like they can't control their power. She hoped she could capture one with a great power. Maybe fire? She questioned herself. She smirked to herself, and walked out onto the street. She looked around the town, and hopped onto a side walk. She put her black sunglasses on to cover her brown eyes.

She was one of the only bounty hunters one the planet. She was determined, but not for The Source. She was sure that she could overthrow him. She has been playing him all this time. She has his trust and loyal, what else could she need to turn on his back at the last minute? She had this all planned out in her head. She knew it could work, she just needed to figure out who they were. She could feel a few stares upon her, but she didn't care. They could look all they wanted, and still no one would get her. She knew the solar eclipse would be here, because the scientist have mapped that out already, since solar eclipses only over look a small part of the world. She had a smirk on her lips, as she thought more and more through the plan.

[thorne.]

α lιттle roυɢн αroυɴd тнe edɢeѕ тнαт'ѕ αll.
вυт вroĸeɴ? ɴope, ɴoт ιɴ тнe leαѕт.

He laid there, sprawled on his back. His limbs were spread out. Nathaniel's slightly chapped pink lips were left ajar and a soft, barely perceptible snore emanated from his mouth. A recognizable feminine voice chimed cheerfully in his sensitive ears, making the boy grunt. He shifted in his bed so that he was now facing the wall, burrowing his face deeper into the blanket that covered his body. Incoherent words flowed from his lips as Nathaniel sank back into his usual dreamless slumber. His arms involuntarily wrapping around the pillow that laid next to him, hugging it close to his chest. He hadn't even draft fully to sleep when he felt something wet and incredibly cold in his left ear. His eyelids snapped open, revealing a set of forest green pools for eyes. Cursing a few colorful words, Nathaniel threw off his covers and jolted up in bed. His hands immediately reached for his ear, to see that the liquid that was poured into it was water. Quickly, the boy cocked his head to the side so that the liquid wouldn't travel too far in his eardrum. He patted his other ear repeatedly to get the water out, but it was a bit too late. The familiar pounding had already consumed his hearing. Something like that didn't bother him too much. He was use to it actually. After surfing for so many years back in Australia, it became custom.

Sighing in irritation, he rubbed his drowsy eyes with the back of his hand before glancing around the room. Everything was a familiar fuzzy blur. Of course, the boy was blind. Reaching over to the small table besides his bed, Nathaniel grabbed the pair of eyeglasses and put them on. The glasses weren't anything special. The square lens were framed by a simple dark indigo border. Absolutely nothing fancy since he usually never wear them out in public. Once he had the glasses on, the blurry haze vanished and his vision sharpened greatly. Once he could see again, Nathaniel noticed the girl that was standing in the middle of the room with a large smirk on her face, looking downright smug and self-satisfied. "Isabel." He deadpanned simply, his voice hoarse and rough. The Aussie falling back into bed, already tired after his surprise wake up. Of course Isabella would do something like that. After all of the years, it was a wonder that she hadn't run out of tricks. No one else says good morning the same way she does. It took him a few seconds of staring at the plain white ceiling and listening to the drumming of water splashing inside his head before the boy decided to get up, out of bed.

[Numina]

“Living young and wild and free”
So the challenging thing becomes, not to look for miracles, but finding where there isn’t one.
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Not feeling like it was morning already Julian brutally got pulled out of his nightmare. Again there had been a persecution going on. The fields had been almost completely dark. The only light coming from the moon, that hatefully shone it's light on the earth with it's only goal to make you think they were everywhere around you. The suffering land was defined by it's barrenness; leafless, gnarled trees made it easy for the nocturnal predators to hide. Every time he tried to run a sharp weapon bored it's way through his heart. There was no escape. The same nightmare had been following him for who knows how long, with no clear explanation on why it was acting the way it was. It didn't really matter to him though. The dreams only returned every week or so, something he could live with.
It was this high pitched voice that woke him from his already short night of sleep. He had gotten home late after a night of fun in the club, drinking from fancy cocktail classes he didn't even know the ingredients of, and now a familiar voice was waking him with the most annoying words he could ever think of. 'Wakey wakey?' There was only one person he could think of that could take blame for this. Isabella.

Like he never heard her he continued to breathe as slow as he thought would be appropriate, snore soft, and overall act like he was asleep in his most charming position. It didn't really matter around here anyway, and it felt good. Legs spread wide, hand on his belly and head towards the wall. Not that it wasn't clear he had woken up this way. For a moment Julian actually thought they were rid of her when feminine footsteps left the room, but soon he was proven to be wrong. How had he even dared to think that. A cold liquid made it's way into his ear before he had even noticed Nate's scream and curses as matter of warning. He jumped right out of bed and shook his head to get the water out. "What kind of sick joke is this Isabella?!" He growled out, fury growing in his eyes. As soon as he saw her and Nate's face he forgot what he was angry about though, and changed his mood into the playful one he usually was in around his friends. Aiming his shoulders at her thighs he hoped to be able to tackle and take her over one shoulder before she would notice. The whole group was very close, and so it wasn't a problem anymore to walk around in your boxers. Something that was absolutely necessary here, having friends like these around. Standing up straight again he felt his stomach rumble. "You know what, I think it's time for breakfast. Who's in for some croissants and scrambled eggs?" Showering would come later. First he needed to get this stomach ache away.

[passion.]

"I hate it when people are mad at me.
Becuase it makes me think, what did I do wrong?"

Sunlight silently poured through the tall glass windows in the girls dorm and right into the shut eyelids of Shay Lyn Cassidy, who was silently asleep in a very awkward position. Her left arm was draped over the edge of her beds side while the other was bent at the elbow over her head, her fingers tangled in strands of her hair. Her legs were just a jumbled mess, caught up in the sheets and cover. Through her slightly open mouth, Shay let out a short half cough, that woke herself right up. She opened her eyes just in time to see two girls leaving. She thought hard about their names. Ah! Isabella and April. Isabella was undoubtedly up to no good. Shay sighed loudly and sat up in bed, her hands propping her up behind her. She blinked a few times to try and wake herself up more. After a few seconds of blank staring, she dropped her legs over the edge of her bed and heaved herself up.

Shay reached her arms up tall, yawning and hearing her spine and shoulders crack, as well as her jaw form such a deep yawn. She closed her mouth and licked her parched, chapped pink lips. She sighed, and smacked her forehead. Licking your lips only makes them more chapped! She groaned and slipped on a casual outfit. After dressing and doing her hair, she slipped on her high heeled lace up boots and headed into the living room. It was empty, but she could hear a few words coming form the guys room. Shay listened fore a few seconds more, hearing grunts and complaints. She smirked to herself and giggled into her palm. After standing in front of a tall window and letting the suns warmth seep into her skin, she headed into the kitchen.

Each morning was a struggle, a choice of what to eat. Cereal? Toast? Berries? Yogurt? Not that they had any of those things. Finally, she decided n coffee. Coffee was a great pickup in the morning, like a slap in the face. She strolled into the kitchen and drummed her newly painted bright red fingernails against the marble counter. She finally found the ground coffee grinds in the food closet and got out her favorite mug. She set it down on the counter and started up the coffee machine. After pouring in the right amount of grinds, she jumped up on the counter and sat down, pressing start. As the coffee machine roared to life and started to make the coffee, she placed her hands in her lap and swung her legs back and forth, waiting for people to appear.

[Zombie Skittles]

The silence gets us nowhere.
Gets us nowhere way too ғ ᴀ s ᴛ.

A s ᴛ ʀ ɪ ᴅ slowly came back to reality. For some odd reason, she had dreamed of candy. Sweet sweet candy. She supposed she was hungry. And that question was answered when she felt her stomach growl from hunger. She felt it clawing at her stomach, demanded food at this moment, right now. Astrid groaned lighted, and flopped over so that she was laying on her back. Her hand ran through her long blonde hair. Which she usually keeps in a braid, she hates how it gets in her face all the time. But at night, Astrid lets it flow, and be free. Since most of the time, she would be sleeping. Thinking in a different world. Slowly, the young girl sits up and looks around. Of course, Isabella was gone. It was only her and Shay in the room. Shay was still passed out. A small smirk played across Astrid's mouth. She shook her head, and started braiding her hair. Doing it so many times, she didn't have to look in a mirror, or have someone else do it for her. Once she was done, she got out of her covers, and walked out of the room quietly, so she wouldn't bother Shay. Astrid left her little tank-top and shorts on that she slept in. No one would care, they were all friends here.

While walking to the kitchen, Astrid heard voices in the boy's room. Isabella was one. What is that girl doing now? Astrid thought to herself and walked into the room right when Isabella poured water into their ears. She laughed loudly and covered her mouth when she saw there disgusted and shocked faces. "Ha! You should have seen your faces!She said while snickering. Her attention went to Julian immediately when he mention food. Her eyes brightened like he was some genius. She looked up at him in awe. "Yes please!She smiled at him. She was hungry, and he was going to save her from dying of no food with eggs and croissants. Now that's the way to live. Her hands found her long braid over her shoulder, it reached about to to the middle of her ribs, right below her breast. The end curled upwards in a tease. Yeah, her hair was that long. Sometimes she got haircuts too trim the ends off so they were nice and leaved out, but other than that, she didn't like getting it too short. To the right side of her face, was her side bangs, which have grown a lot since she cut them. There was just a few strands that fell out of her braid. She flipped them to the side, while playing with the end of her hair. Then tossing it over the shoulder, as if she was getting rid of it.

[dandelion love]

I s ᴀ ʙ ᴇ ʟ ʟ ᴀ
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Yᴏᴜʀ ʟɪғᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏs ᴏᴜᴛ,
Oɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ
Yᴏᴜ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏɴ,
Tᴏ ᴇʀᴀsᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ
Yᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ's ʟɪᴋᴇ,
Tᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜʟᴇss
Sᴏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟɪɴᴅs,
Aɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀᴛᴀɪɴs
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Isabella laughed a little when Nathaniel woke up. She held up her palm and moved her fingers, "Morning Nate." She told him with a big smile on her face. She was waiting for the other two males to wake up. She brushed her bright red side bangs from her bright green eyes. She watched as Julian had waken up. He looked rather angry, but Isabella knew it wouldn't last long. Julian could never stay mad at Isabella, no matter how hard he tried. He seemed to give into her for some odd reason. She heard his comment and rolled her eyes playfully, "Yes, because I just love sick jokes." She said both sarcastically and playfully. She watched him as he sat up on the edge of the bed, looking at her. She then watched him run towards her as he got off the bed. Her bright green eyes widened as she noticed he was running towards him. She let out a shriek before he had even got to her. She felt his shoulder push against her thighs. She let out another shriek, as he lifted her into the air on his shoulder. She upper part of her body, were over his shoulders; while the lower end of her body was in front of his shoulder as he was gripping onto her legs. She felt her bright red hair fall over her face. She made hands into fists, and lightly pounded on his chest playfully. She then moved her legs gently. Even though she was playing, if she tried as hard as she could; he was still stronger than her.

She looked at Astrid, and smirked. "I know right? It was so hilarious!" She laughed a little. She heard Julian offer to make breakfast. She was rather hungry. "I'm starving! But you know, you can't cook with a girl over your shoulders." She smirked. She put her elbows on his back, and rested her chin her palms. She tried blowing the red hair out of her face. The little lock of hair went up into the air, and then back down in front of her face. she stuck out her bottom lip as she pouted a little. "My hair is messy and stubborn." She felt her stomach bite her as it rumble. "Julian, want me to help you cook?" She asked him curiously. She knew how to cook and she was a pretty good at it. She wouldn't say she was a great cook like Julian, but she was good enough to help him out in the kitchen. Plus she figured the more help, the faster the food would get in her stomach. The faster, the better. Mmmm food, she thought to herself and silently giggled about her thoughts.

[passion.]

"I hate it when people are mad at me.
Becuase it makes me think, what did I do wrong?"

The hot coffee slowly rolled down her throat as she tooka huge gulp of the boiling liquid. After blowing on it a few times with gentle breaths, the beverage finally cooled enough for her to take a sip, or gulp. She crossed her legs at her ankles and set her steamy cup down on her lap. The heat burned through the proceliean and through to her pants, warming her own skin. When she lifted the cup again to take a smaller sip, the heat slowly weakened, then vanished. But appeared again when she cradled her cup again. As she swung her legs back and forth and pursed her lips, she could hear more voices that carried out into the kitchen. She smiled at the agitated voices. That must be the guys. She snickered silently.

Shay looked out the tallest window, in the middle and out onto the road. The window aimed right at the most busiest intersection of cars, people and buses. She could see people rushing back and forth n the sidewalks, going to work. After all, it was a bit early in the morning. Then, her eyes landed on a familiar face. April. What was she dong up so early? Shay wondered. She was walking down the sidewalk, dressed casually with herhandsnin her pockets. Shay sucked in her lips and tipped her head to the side, watching April walk by the window until Shay couldn't see her anymore. She sighed, now bored. She wondered when the others would be coming in. She was hungry again, sharper this time. Demanding.

[Numina]

“Living young and wild and free”
So the challenging thing becomes, not to look for miracles, but finding where there isn’t one.
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Julian made a face towards Astrid, who was clearly laughing at them now. "Just wait until we get back at the two of you." He winked at her in his mischievous way. That was the way it worked around here. REVENGE. There wasn't any way they let each other get away with something. It could take a while before someone made his turn, but it would always come, and until then, you'd better watch out. Not that they'd ever go too far of course. He grinned as Isabelle tried to get away when even she knew she wouldn't stand a chance. "So you want to get back to the ground huh?" He asked, not even waiting for the reply when he pretended to let her fall until she was right above the ground before helping her on her feet. He stretched the last sleepiness out of his physical body and slid a hand through his thick hair when he saw their hungry faces and started walking towards the kitchen. "Well we'd better hurry then, I feel like there will be injures if people won't get food fast at this point." He joked as answer to Isabelle's question.

When Julian walked, or well, shuffled, into the kitchen Shay was the first he noticed. "Good morning Shay, Had a good night? I'm about to make some breakfast. Want some?" He started getting the croissant dough (of course brought from the supermarket) and eggs out of the refrigerator, got the frying pan out, and put the oven on, ready for anyone who wanted to start on the croissants. All he needed was someone to put everything else on the table so they could have some well filling breakfast. They deserved it. "So what is the plan for today guys? Anything fun about to happen, things to do? If not I'm going to have my most lazy day in weeks, if not months." He said while he broke the eggs in half, put the inside in the pan and added ingredients to his liking. When he didn't do anything with any of the people in the house he would usually go out and sport, probably surf. Something he had done ever since he was a nine-year old. He'd meet up with some other friends or go out in the ocean with Nate, whom was also a surfer. Now he just felt like chilling out. When his first egg was ready he served it to grab for anyone who would be fastest. He figured the fasted would probably also be most hungry.

[passion.]

"I hate it when people are mad at me.
Becuase it makes me think, what did I do wrong?"

The sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway as the group made their way into the bright kitchen. She smiled at Julian as he appeared first. "Good morning to you too, happy pants" Shay laughed. She set her cup down on the counter and jumped down. "Breakfast sounds lovely, thank you" she said, smiling.mshe watched as he got out all kinds of ingredients and a roller and some dough. Shay out her hands behind her hands and entwined her fingers. She racked back and forth in the balls of her feet, to her heels and back again, like a rocking chair.

"I would love to do something, like go to the beach!" she cried happily, breaking her hands free and clapping them together three fast times. She loved going to the beach. The beautiful rolling waves, crystal white sand that looked like sugar, and the colorful shells that looked like candy. The waves were never too small, they were always the best for surfing. Shay loved to surf, standing up in a board and riding on a wave. It was only once that she ever rode in a barrel wave, and it was extroadinary.

{. Sorry, a bit of a writers block xc