Examples of my posts

[Brittle]

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meet reilly. at seventeen, it's commonly
known that she's the rebellious.
although to most name seems like a bad influence
and very loud, she's actually quite
caring. be careful around her - she
knows what she's doing when it
comes to pranks, but not so much
when it comes to school. love's not a priority to her.
the only one she might like is
possibly hayden. she's friends with
lots of people, and is currently
on a bench talking to Natalie. the ones
tagged are natalie and archie.
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ooc; "another crappy post..."

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♛ Reilly didn't glance at Natalie, didn't give her any attention, all she did was say thee simple words. "Go to hell,". Reilly knew these words would come with horrible consequences, but it felt good to backlash a pretty girl for once. As she was silently wishing pain on Knat {her new nickname for Natalie}, Reilly got up, grabbing her leather bag and went out in search of one person. Archie was a football player, he was popular, and just plain cool. If he pulled a prank on the cheerleaders, they would just laugh it off. If Reilly did it herself, we'll let's say she was already at the bottom of the social latter, she wouldn't want to fall off. Now would she? Scanning the schoolyard, Reilly undid her blonde hair bun, letting it fall on her shoulders. But the sucky wind whipped it into her face, she couldn't see a thing. Brushing it out of her eyes, Reilly sputtered a bit right as she walked into a bench. Her knees buckled as the rambunctious teen tumbled to the ground in a dust cloud of arms and legs.

[Brittle]

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meet darcy. at sixteen, it's commonly
known that she's the nerd.
although to most name seems naive and vague,
she's actually quite
brave. be careful around her - she
knows what she's doing when it
comes to math and english, but not so much
when it comes too sports.
love's not a priority to her.
the only one she might like is
possibly Austin. she's friends with
Reilly, and is currently
at advanced math talking to no one. the ones
tagged are Reilly, Austin, and Natalie.
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ooc; "not my best, meh."

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♛ Slamming her locker shut, Darcy's tears were almost dried up, but her anger still boiled inside her. "Like a cauldron of fiery acid," the girl whispered randomly. Sitting down on 'her' bench that she sat on almost every Friday, Darcy sighed in relief as a cool breeze slowly tickled her hot cheeks. "0 two times to the right, stop at 33, one whole turn to the left, keep going and stop on 23. Got to the right and stop on five. Unlock." As the nerdy girl recited her locker code over and over again, she thought it hilarious that she still didn't have her locker combination memorized. Darcy was one of the smartest girl's in school, even the cheerleaders had their's down. Darcy let out a laugh, thinking of the time her sister Reilly had decided to attack the pyramid of girls with a Nerf water gun. "0 two times to the right, stop at 33, one whole turn to the left, keep going and stop on 23. Got to the right and stop on five. Unlock." Now, the wiry girl was reciting it without noticing... Maybe just once she thought about it, it vanished completely. Wait, why was Darcy angry again? Oh yes, the cheerleaders had pulled a horrific prank on her... It was terrible, horrific and just plain rude- 'Darcy- is this yours?' Darcy's eyes fluttered open into the eyes of Mrs. Clearwater, the science teacher. The brown and blue rimmed eyes of Darcy Cannon skimmed the page in horror. No, the Cheerleaders had pulled something completely unforgivable. The big pen marked F, looked down on her in satisfaction. Well in Darcy's mind. "B-but this isn't my handwriting! Darcy stuttered fruitlessly, "Mrs. Clearwater, I can assure you that it was Natalie and her entourage of cheerleaders, which isn't even a sport and-" she was getting way....ahead of herself. After another five minutes of talking, Mrs. Clearwater decided to bring her grade up to a B-. Relieved yet still troubled, Darcy stalked off to advanced math, she was the first to arrive, even after the bell rang. Sketching randomly on a piece of paper, the girl's thought went aimlessly out to Austin. She had a little bitty crush on the dashing skater boy, though she was fully aware of his bisexual nature. Darcy knew from experience with other guys, that they have too choose between guys or girls. And from statistics, they usually choose girls... But he was quite popular, so they had no chance- Darcy would just have to wait for the right guy... at some point.