Δ Ɖяɛαм Ɔσмɛ Ƭяʋɛ {Semi lit ~ Romance ~ Accepting}

[haezel]

[ Im here :3 ]

[Forever Paradise]

((can we start now... even though we need more people?))

[coconut_wolf]

{Bump}

[coconut_wolf]

*sigh* fine. Setting: Plane, about 11:00am time in Fiji.

[Forever Paradise]

((Yay!))

Jenna:

She was patiently waiting on the plane to arrive at Fiji. She simply couldn't wait any longer. 'this will be the best vacation ever' she thought. To stall time she looked outside to the swirling colors.

Jake:

He was waiting for the plane to arrive in Fiji. While waiting he was listing to his I-Pod and silently singing along. He started day dreaming about his vacation in paradise, which just so happened to be the song he was listening to by coldplay.

[contagious.]

{ You said we can use our own form right? Oh, and put my characters in any room with whomever, I don't really mind. }

{ FᴜʟʟNᴀᴍᴇ }


"Just call me Blaire.
It's all you need
to know."

"The names Blaire. Blaire Aubrey Mason. If you call me anything BUT Blaire, I'll hurt you. Hah, just kidding." The name Blaire is Scottish, it means 'field' or 'plain' and it was popular in the year 1988. Generally, it's a unisex name which means that boys and girls can be named this. The alternate spelling is 'Blair'. Her mother named her Blaire after her great-grandmother and simply because of the fact that it is a pretty name for a girl. Aubrey was chosen by her dad; he wanted a boy and Aubrey was originally a old German and French mans name meaning 'elf', 'magical being' and 'power'. The American use is mainly for girls, it could have been invented because of the name Audrey. Hundreds of years old, her ancestors were masons, they did masonry hence her last name 'Mason' which she inherited from her dad. Her mothers maiden name was Christian and if the parents divorced earlier like planned, she woud have kept that last name. Usually people named Blaire are fair, energetic, pretty sporty over-all and a very charismatic, friendly person. Little kids usually adore people with this name, people usually can talk to her and, according with urban dictionary, not many others dislike people with this name. Blaire is, obviously, a girl according to her pictures. You can call her Blaire and unless you find something shorter to call her, then it's just Blaire.

{ AɢᴇᴀɴᴅSᴛᴜғғ }


"Noneyobusiness.
Thanks for asking
good sir."

"I'm eighteen actually, thanks for asking. The big one-eight, boo-yah! Time to move out of my folks house, bet they can't wait to get rid of me. Hah. No, they love me, I'm just kidding. 'Cept I give 'em a rough time sometimes." Blaire is 18 years old, born on July 25 1993 which makes her the zodiac sign Leo and the chinese sign Rooster. She was born in a beautiful hospital on the edge of washington D.C in a rural town not many know of, but drive right through. From the bedside, her mother and Blaire had the perfect view of the Washington Monument. The town was destroyed later on by a earthquake, the one that put a huge crack in the Monument, but by then Blaire and her family were already out. No one died in the earthquake, but the ruins of the small buildings have long been cleared away by the government never to be heard of again. The Masons have previously lived in California, New York City, Washington D.C and on a small ranch in some little town somewhere in Texas. Blaire is a girl as was said above, but she spends about the same amount of time hanging with guys as she does girls. Just to get away from the drama and have a good time is when she'll call up her guy friends. She isn't shy around them, she'll be herself around anyone.

{ Pʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ }


"Blonde hair, blue
eyes, stereotypical
cheerleader.
Am I that stereotypical
teenager? Not really."

"Blonde hair, blue eyes, kinda pale, fit, toned and kinda curvy." Stereotypical teenage cheerleader right? But once you get to know Blaire, you'll find that she isn't anything like you would think. Sure she's beautiful..but she's different too. Just take a look at her personality. Anyway, let's start with the top. Blaire's hair is naturally wavy, but every morning she ends up curling it because it's a total mess by the time she wakes up. Her eyes are big, almond shaped and gems of crystalline blue. Her lips are full and almost a perfect cupids bow. You can't have everything now can you? There's a slight hint of freckles on her high cheekbones. Her face is a diamond/heart shape, it's quite hard to tell. When she smiles there is a small hint of dimples although they are hardly noticeable. Her nose is slightly pointed, but hardly. It's not upturned to give her the snooty look, but it is just a tiny bit big. Blaires body shape is slender, but definitely fit. She does various types of dance and equestrian. She has noticeable curves, but she herself doesn't notice them unless she's feeling good and is standing in the mirror looking for something to compliment herself with. She stands at about 5 foot 6, maybe even a few centimeters shorter and she weighs 132 lbs which is mainly the muscle she gets from her training. Her fingers and feet are actually pretty boney which she thinks is gross, but she doesn't want to put on any extra weight either. She's a size five and a half in shoes, but she can squeeze into a five if she needs too, and if she really needs it figure out a way to wear size six. Her stomach is flat and defined due to exercise, and her thighs are toned thanks to the jogging she does every night.

{ ʟ'ʜɪsᴛᴏɪʀᴇ }


"Probably gonna
be boring.
Don't need to listen if
you don't want too..
Who am I kidding, my
life's pretty exciting!"

Like everyone, Blaire's life..wasn't really a walk in the park. It's definitely had a few bumps along the road, most bigger than they are small. You see, Blaire's birth was..unplanned. The two parents were married but they never really wanted to have children. Something happened while she was being conceived and her mom Courtney ended up pregnant. In the end, Blaire ended up being the best thing that happened to the two. Of course they never had any more children, but that's beside the point. When she was about a year old, she almost drowned by falling into a pool. Their dog saved her. To this day her dad Robert { rob } still doesn't know how it happened since he was watching her very closely. It was probably a bad idea to bring her near the pool in the first place, but it was hot, he wanted to get out, you get the point. After that ordeal they never let her out near the pool again until she turned about seven years old and was taught how to swim. When Blaire was five years old, her dad enlisted into the Army. They lived on base after he finished training so she was always surrounded by protective stares. For some reason, all the soldiers loved her. Even as a baby she was like able. For a really long time, Blaire was convinced that she was going to be a soldier, that it's what she wanted to do. But then her parents exposed her to dance and the creative arts and almost immediately that dream was lost. She still knows how to use a gun, wield a knife and kick someones ass if they bother her, but dancing is her passion now and for a long time that's what she was focused on with her studies of course. But then while researching online, she discovered equestrian and started taking an interest in it. Before long she signed up for private classes and really ended up loving it. Blaire learned how to ride Western first, then when she got pretty good at it, she switched to English and it's been a ongoing process until now. On her sixteenth birthday, her family moved away from the base { not too far } and on a ranch. She's always been pretty sporty, the outdoor type, but this was amazing especially since in the barn there was a horse waiting for her. And the fact that there were tons of cute guys. Shirtless cute guys working for her dad with a hot tan and muscles.

{ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ }


"I'm a social butterfly with
a hint of sass."

"Get to know me. I don't bite..that hard. Just don't tick me off and I won't tick you off either." The first thing you need to know about Blaire is that she's a tomboy. Sure she dresses all pretty, sometimes acts ditzy, but that's all a show. She isn't scared to get down and dirty with the boys. She just gets mad if she spent an hour getting ready and then has to get covered in dirt. Much of the time Blaire prefers hanging with guys. They're drama-free and just overall goofs and fun to be with. It's nice to get away from drama. She's also a 'social butterfly.' Charismatic, very much a people person. Everyone likes her..well, most everyone. A lot of people want to be like her. Never once has she insulted someone who didn't do anything to her, bullied a innocent person. Blaire's pretty friendly overall, it's hard not to like her. When she walks down her school hallways, dozens of people smile, nod, say hello and maybe even start a quick conversation to avoid getting to class early. She doesn't mind it either, if she tells people to bug off, she'd loose respect. She's also pretty funny. A few words can send anybody over the edge, laughing so hard their stomachs ache for hours after. It's a nice personality trait to have, being outgoing in a world full of shy people, being able to bring people out of their shell. If you get her mad however, be prepared to deal with a whole lot of rage and sass. Usually she doesn't get mad easily so it takes a lot to get her to explode, but if you push her buttons, she will make you sorry. Thats not a threat. It's a promise. Living on the military base for so long has roughened up her skin, made her tough. She can take a punch and a whole lot of bruises before she'll break. The base also made her the tomboy she is, and it taught her how to be loyal and protective. She will always defends her friends and her loved ones no matter the cost, and she'll be your shoulder to cry on if you need it. She'll stand up for whats right and she won't back down easy either. When it comes to school, Blaire is very studious, she devotes a lot of time to studies to get her perfect grades. That means long, sleepless nights dedicated to homework, studying and projects. In the end it's worth it considering her 4.5 average and the fact that if she wants she could probably get into Harvard. She works hard and sets high goals which she usually meets. Since she's into the creative arts, you can imagine that she is, in fact, very creative and the type to think outside of the box. She tends to be blunt and honest. Blaire likes to tell people what she see's, lying to them won't help anyone. Her weakness could probably be her pride.

{ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs&Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs }


"Hah! Who said I have either?
Wait, what?"

A major weakness for Blaire is her pride. When something happens to hurt it, her world is a blur for the rest of the day until she can suck everything back up and get the strength to go back out there and face what she's hiding from. Another thing; she has OCD. { obsessive compulsive disorder } Everything needs to be perfect. If she see's something out of place, it will bite at her until she goes and does it. Literally. If the kitchen table has a glass on it and she tries to ignore it, Blaire will have these weird feelings inside and along her skin and she won't be able to stop thinking about it. It'll get to the point where she starts getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen her body is inhaling. She also has a moderate eating disorder. She won't force herself to throw up, but she will starve herself without knowing it. She can get through the day eating a bowl of cereal and a few vegetables for lunch. Sometimes not even the cereal. Inside, she's hungry and her body needs food, but it isn't sending the message to her and she can't feel it until it gets too severe. Blaire also has insomnia. Despite how hard she tries to hide it, she's also suffering from a ton of stress. You know the perfect grades I mentioned above? They're very hard to get and it's making her crazy. She takes pills to help her concentrate whenever she knows that it's going to be a long night when it probably will be. Her strengths could probably be her family. They're small, but they support her in every way. They aren't however aware of what she's going through inside. Her friendliness is another thing, she's able to talk to anyone, make them laugh and what not. She can comfort people, that's the natural mothering instincts she has. Another strength would be..her strength. Pretty much her ability to get over any obstacle in her way. Her wit and cunning would be another strength, and her honesty as well.

♪ ♫ ♩ Timmy ♬ ♭ ♮
Nala and Skeeter Raisins

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Don't you wanna go down in history?
Rather then end up begging on the streets
Trading under table favors for a place to sleep[/size]

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I want you to remember me[/size]

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Build your house on the rock
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{ ｍａｔｔｈｅｗ;１９;ｓｉｎｇｌｅ;ｓｔｒａｉｇｈｔ }

ｔechnically, my name is Matthew Tucker Benson Junior. But that's a mouthful, am I right? Call me Matthew, or even better, Matt. I'm named after my grandfather. What's his significance? Well, he got a medal of honor. That's pretty significant. I'm honored..sorta. Don't really know him since he died when I was three. Anyway, I'm a 19 year old musician. I want to make it big someday, so I've decided nows the time to start. My voice isn't half bad, but I do write songs for people with better voices. I play guitar and piano better than anyone I know however, so that's good. I'm straight, but unfortunately forever alone. Girls like guys with money, and that's something I have not much off. Mind you, I don't live in my parents basement, but I do live in a apartment scattered with sheet music and various instruments. My neighbors hate me but if I cared I would have invited them over for a cup of tea. I live with my cat Jimi who might have a potential career with music..if you preformed severe surgery on his vocal chords and made them a lot less screeching and sharp. Anyway, I was born February 18th which technically makes me a Aquarius. I'm from Great Britain, a little town no one probably knows of and has probably been destroyed unknowingly by now. I speak a very large amount of English, Latin and Italian, the last two I took in high school. I'm just starting German, and unless you can't tell I'm Caucasian white. God forbid someone mistook me for a colored man. Kidding, kidding. I'm not racist. Just pale white. Which makes it funny. Not amused huh? Oh well, my lame jokes are for my lovely cat to snort at. Have you wondered at his name? He's named after Jimi Hendrix, a hero indeed. Is that all now? No, a few more questions? Alrighty then, throw 'em at me.

ａlright, I have to admit, I was dreading this one. I don't know who my biological parents are. I was literally left on a doorstep at one week old wrapped in a few thin blankets and a note that said 'take care of him.' I have that note by the way, it's in my room. I was left without a birth certificate, absolutely nothing to show who I am, where I'm from. The couple who opened the door only assumed I was born in that town because that's where I was found. Guess that's what they told the adoption agency. I was put up for adoption and my parents, not my real ones, came and picked me up. They're from the states, but moved to Britain for a better life. They named me after the grandfather who got the medal of honor since the agency called me 'Rocky.' Ridiculous, right? What kind of kid with that name doesn't get bullied in school? He died when I turned three, so I don't remember him. Anyway, I grew up for a few years in that town, but then we moved away thank God. Absolutely nothing to do there as I recall. So we went to Manchester and it's where I lived until I pretty much 18. Then I moved to the states for a better future. It's funny because my adoptive parents moved to Britain for a better future and I moved out of Britain for a better future. When I went there, I was literally dirt poor. I didn't know where to go, where to spend my money. So I went to the local library, talked to the lady { who is now one of my closest friends } at the desk, we had a cup of tea, discussed some more, and she said I should join the military. I can go to college for free! It blew my mind, I'd only have to serve what, four years? So I joined the Air Force. Nothing big, just repairing fighter planes and helicopters. I'm still doing it now, but when I have time off I'm doing stuff with music. If you're around town you might find me playing my guitar and singing on the corner of streets. Not for money, but to entertain people. Tips are greatly appreciated though, I'll tell you that. I adopted Jimi from the shelter a few months ago. I live very close to where I work so there wouldn't be a issue with me leaving for quite a long time and leaving him behind. He was a stray as well, he was found along the side of the road covered in mud. We're best friends, I guess that's a bit sad. He listens to me and we converse in our own little strange way. But there is a very big unbreakable bond between us, probably because of how we both have no idea where our parents are, because we were both abandoned. Aw, don't cry now. I didn't mean for that to happen..lady, you okay?"

ｅrg..well, I'm not very funny, I'll give you that. My accent attracts the ladies, but then they realize I'm sort of a loser so they're quick to ditch me. My humor is only for the people who get me. I'm pretty trusting, but really lazy, you know? I've been told that my apartment is a dump, I should really clean it up. But I don't have enough time..you know? You get it, right? Hm. Maybe not. I also procrastinate a lot, but If I'm given a job, I will finish it. The military did me some good there I guess. And it'll be finished well. Maybe. Most of the time. Don't doubt me. I'm really a good guy, just..socially awkward I guess you could say. I don't do well in crowds, I'm not the type to jump out and be like 'I'LL LEAD YOU!' if something goes wrong. If I was on a deserted island with a group of other survivors, I'd probably be the first to get eaten. Cannibalism to the extreme, man. I'm pretty smart. Hell, you have to be smart to be in the Air Force. I'm assuming anyway, most of the people who work with me are fairly intelligent. I'm pretty well liked, I don't know why. I guess it's cause I'm so easy-going, willing to work with anyone. I'm helpful and pretty honest. I don't like telling lies, it'll get you nowhere. I've learned that in bootcamp, lemme tell you. It's not fun getting thrashed by those higher than you. I'm not exactly shy though. I don't know what I am. Guess I'm pretty thin too, I have wiry muscles, not built for strength but for speed. So I'll outrun you any-day, but in hand to hand combat, you can kick my ass. As you can tell, I'm musically inclined. I love music and most of my thoughts have to do with something musically related. Whether it's composers, figuring out a new beat in my head, thinking up lyrics, you get it. Guess that's why I get so distracted. And why I'm not sent off to Afghanistan or something since the guys know I'll probably die out there. So I'm safe here in America. I'm pretty tough though if you think about, I went through bootcamp without passing out once! Or giving up. I got close..for both, but I didn't. Now when I look back on those days..I feel powerful, you know? I'm a book-lover, a total nerd. Usually I'm reading crap about engineering, planes, all that good stuff, sometimes even music although not anymore since I know a lot. I also like to read fiction, or even realistic fiction. Stuff to do with History. I find the best writers are American. Don't know why, but that's my taste."

ｓure. You seem pretty interested in Jimi, I'll give you a picture of him. Like it? Yeah, he's a Siamese. Pretty annoying little rascal, but I love him. My favorite color is light purple. I drive a dark blue Toyota Corolla and the apartment I live in is crappy like I've told you before. This is the living room, the bedroom and finally the kitchen/dining room. Nothing special, I told you I'm poor. Those pictures were taken when I first moved in, which is why it's so clean. It's not that clean, trust me. The airforce is pretty much my only source of employment other than the random crap I get thrown at me, like people asking me to write a song for them, preforming for a bar or something. I'm not even old enough to be in a bar. Well, I am. But I can't drink which sucks. I have a Droid X for my phone. It's pretty cool and stuff, but it's annoying as hell. I can't tell you how many times it just decided to fly out of my hand or wake me up an hour before schedule, maybe if I'm lucky two hours after schedule. If you want to know what I wear, it's usually random t-shirts, occasionally plaid tops, then skinny jeans and sneakers, normally converse. I have about two pairs of shoes so I don't have much to maintain. My closet is sadly scarce. I don't have that many clothes either. Just enough to get me through a week though I guess. If I'm ever to date, I guess I want a girl who understands my love for music. Someone creative, someone who goes with the flow. Someone funny and someone who won't try and change themselves for society. Someone I can love, you know? My standards aren't really that high. I guess if you have a beating heart you qualify. So that's it? Cool. Hey, you want my signature too? I'm going to be famous one day, I just know it. No? Oh..cool then."

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{Accepted. Also, ksgron, I don't want to sound harsh or anything, but please kepp in mind this is semi-lit. I admit I write a LOT, but I did state a short paragraph in the rules. I can understand that it isn't very exciting, sitting in a plane, so will let you off. xD sorry, have to AGAIN. will post later.}

[contagious.]

Representing you and me
Don't you wanna go down in history?
Rather then end up begging on the streets
Trading under table favors for a place to sleep

Cause I'm worth more than this
So stop writing prescriptions for my Ritalin
I can't focus my attention

I wanna break the mold
I wanna break the stereotype
Fist in the air
I'm not going down without a fight

It's my life and I'm sitting
On the sidelines watching
It pass me by, I'm leaving you my legacy
I gotta make my mark, I gotta run it hard
I want you to remember me

I'm leaving my fingerprints
I'm leaving my fingerprints

Don't give up, don't give in
Build your house on the rock
Oh, not in the sand, in the sand
In the sand, in the sand

It's my life and I'm not sitting
On the sidelines watching
It pass me by, I'm leaving you my legacy
I, I gotta make my mark, I gotta run it hard
I want you to remember me

It's been a long day. Too long of a day. The plane engines roar outside Blaire's seat at the window, and the blonde-haired insanity has her headphones plugged into her iPhone and she listening to Katy Perry singing something about fingerprints. She isn't paying attention to the music, she's paying attention to the surroundings around her. The music is turned down low, but even then it seems to be silent. The seats are definitely comfortable. They're made of what seems to be faux leather and they're filled with something that enables your body to just lean back, like it'll morph your body shape in the seat to make you feel a lot better. First Class flying is definitely the best. The small TV on the back of the seat in front of her is playing family guy, but she can't listen to it because headphones are needed to operate it and what not. And Blaire is listening to music so that wouldn't work.

ｍｏｏｄ: ʙᴏʀᴇᴅ. sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ, sᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ
ｗｈｅｒｅ: ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ғɪᴊɪ
ａｃｔｉｏｎ: sɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ;ᴄʜɪʟʟɪɴɢ

There are two people somewhere up in front of her, she can't see their faces exactly. One is a girl, obviously, with flowing blonde hair..much like Blaires. 'Mine's better' the young girl can't help but grudgingly think. Her gaze focuses on what she can see of this girl before slowly switching to the guy sitting closer to her. He has brown hair, and right now all she can see is the back of his head. Which sucks. He could awfully cute. With a soft sigh, she takes her headphones out of her ears and places her phone in the little cupholder on the arm of her plane seat. Her gaze focuses on Family Guy, but she doesn't pay attention to it for long. Blaire feels like she should be doing something. It feels so weird..just being still. At home, her life is a rush. Homework, homework, some more homework. Then a bit of time for TV and jogging, and that's her day. Sometimes she has so much homework she is forced to stay up all night to finish it well. That's when she took pills to help keep her focused. She can't quite remember what they are, maybe for people with ADHD. She never took too many, just enough to get her through the night. The bottle she left hidden in the back of her closet in her little makeup drawer. No one would find it. And if they did, it would be too late since she's in Fiji to pursue her dream. If the dance thing doesn't work out however, she could always go be a doctor..she isn't interested much in it, but the pay is wonderful, and she only wants to be stable and happy when she's older. And what's the key to happiness? Money.

People could argue. 'Being surrounded by your family! That's happiness!' Psh, yeah right. Family is nice, but if you really want to be happy, it's money. Blaire is a logical thinker. If you're poor and are working for some crappy, back-breaking job at minimum wage, are you going to be happy? What if you're a lawyer, you come home happy that you've caged another criminal. The pay is wonderful which means you can afford the luxuries that make life better and easier.

Enough with the rambling. Even though you know it's true. As Blaire sits, looking out the window into the haze of white and sky blue, a sudden headache strikes her and she groans, rubbing her temples lightly. Great. Just great. And who knows how long they have until they can land. Do planes carry aspirin? Because this plane ride will be terrible if she has to go through it with a headache. Good think she doesn't get air sick.

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"A composer is a guy who goes around forcing his will on unsuspecting air molecules, often with the assistance of unsuspecting musicians."
- Frank Zappa

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A guitar underneath his seat, a stack of sheet music on the detachable tray { the one where you usually put food on } and a pencil in hand, he taps his toe to the beat of a new song he's conjuring up in his head. Matt's instincts are telling him to sit back, silently and like he's dead, absolutely no moving at all because of the silence in the plane, but he had to write this down just in case he would forget it later. He sings under his breath softly, his eyebrows scrunching up in concentration. Why in the world is being a musician so hard? Of course he likes it. But sometimes it makes him just want to bust open that window beside him and throw all his musical instruments out, to forever be destroyed by the planes engine. And perhaps make the plane explode. More likely the engine will fail and they'll have to land in the ocean where they will either a) drown b) get eaten by a shark c) get swallowed by a whale d) die in some other way. The ocean is how many miles deep? Too many. How the Navy can stand being down there is beyond him. Absolutely terrifying. No wonder he doesn't go to the beach. No wonder he's a pale nerdy white boy.

'Stop thinking so negatively'Matt thinks, scolding himself for it. He's a pretty decent guy. He pays his taxes. Doesn't have the most muscles, but he's definitely not the skinniest. That argument could have be altered if he didn't move to states and didn't join the Air Force. Now he's in shape but for some reason his body won't. make. muscles. With a grunt of annoyance, the man slides the guitar case out from under the seat, opens it then stuffs the papers and pencil back in the corner. He'd organize once he got to Fiji. Maybe. He'll probably be too busy. Matt clicks the case closed once again, then he slides it under his seat again. In front of him is some blonde girl, then in front of her another blonde girl. Off to the right of the blonde girl in the front is some guy, but he can't get a good view in between the seats. From what he can see of the girl next to him, she's..really pretty. Same goes for the one up ahead.

[coconut_wolf]

{Yay! Someone who writes a lot . . . I was gonna say "like me", but that's probably triple the amont of what I write, but yeah! Hm, I don't like losing rpers, but are you sure you want to rp with us? We (including me) probably can't write as much as you and even though it's semi lit, I greatly regret not saying everyone needs to message me an example - it was pretty silly, but we've already started, so I can't now . . . *sigh* I don't really know what to say.}

Larissa Watson | 18 | Open

"Your strength is your weakness, you just need to look at them from different angles."

I stared at the "scenery" flying by - blue skies and the odd fluffy cloud. A sigh escaped my lungs - this trip was gonne be more boring than expected. It sounded like Taylor's iPod was blasting away, though I knew it was probably just me and him who could hear it. I switched on the little screen in front of me and tried searching for a movie I could watch. They all looked pretty boring so I just closed my eyes and randomly picked one. The screen flickered, then changed to suit the movie. I slid on the head phones and adjusted my seat. My eye lids drooped with boredom, not exhaustion, and I eventually gave up trying to focus on the movie. Instead, I closed my eyes and laid my head back on what they called "a pillow" - a piece of fabric tied on one end and stuffed with what felt like tissues or something else "environmentally friendly". I shuffled about, trying not to wake Taylor and eventually found a position comfortable enough to rest for a bit - maybe I was more tired than I thought . . .

{Will post Taylor later}