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[apathy,]

{{ I know, I was kidding. LOL }

[free.]

(Haha I know :p LOL! I actualy knew someone who thought that meant Little Old Lady once. XD )

[apathy,]

{{ Okay then. Sorry I haven't been RP posting! I Will have to RP post tomorrow! Ack, it is already dieing a little. Erm. }

[Zombie Skittles]

[[ Sorry for not being here, what happened? ]]

[free.]

For ++knight.mare

You forgot me,
You forgot me.
Left me with my sins.
Cried myself to sleep each night,
Just prayin you'd come back.
Falling stars, just like my tears.
Terrified of the night,
And the dreams it would bring.
Filled with you, always you.
I cried out all my tears.

I'm changing my ways
I'm changing today.
I'll be a better friend, lover, and person.
I'll care for those who have are poor,
I'll pity those who have no heart.
I'll smile brighter, like the sun.
I'll change today,
Getting better, everyday.

- Kayla - Girl - Seventeen - Single - Mood: bitter -
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"And you're tied together
with a smile but you're
coming undone..."

I glanced back up to him, my thoughts having wondered far from this island to my cozy little room in Maine, with a good long book and a cup of hot chocolate. Oh wouldn't I give an arm or leg for that right now. I was surprised to see his name was Mitch. I smiled slightly, my previous one having dissapeared. "Oh cool, my real name's Mikayla, but I hate that name. That's why I go by Kayla." I didn't really know why I needed to point this out. But hey, if we were going to be stuck on this island together, might as well be entirely open. In fact, I had many, too many to count in fact, nicknames. Things like M&M's, May, MayMay, KK, Kay, LaLa, and a bunch of others that were particularly embarrassing. But I wasn't going to tell him this. Shoving the thoughts away, I glanced over again at Mitch. Already, like me, he was soaked. I reached over, opening my semi-waterproof bag and shuffling around. I always came prepared to places. It had been drilled into me by my mom from a young age.

"Hey want a raincoat? I have my dad's in here. It doesn't fit me at all, so it'd really be going to waste if you didn't take it." I realized that yet again I was saying more than needed, but what did it matter. I was trying to be pleasant and make a friend in this god forsaken place. And anyways, the black haired boy beside me seemed pretty chill, at least in the few minutes I'd known him. I dug around in by drawstring bag some more, hoping my raincoat hadn't somehow gotten lost when the plane had crashed. Yes! There it was. I took it out, in all it's glory, shrugging it over my Dance Like No One's Watching t-shirt I'd gotten after winning a dance competition. I pulled the hood up, glad for the safety the black coat gave me from the wet rain. Someone might have been surprised, to see it was black, and not a bright pink or cheery yellow. But when it came to my clothes, I liked darker, plainer, and simpler things.