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[amato]

Every time I close my eyes
I'm alone inside my mind
Every breath I breathe is mine
Every time I go outside
I'm afraid one day I might--
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--No more, make it back inside
Suddenly you changed my mind- I used to fake, I used to hide
Every time you're by my side, I never fake, I never hide
Now you're here and read my mind
Say I'm different, but all right
Help me find, I'm safe outside

d a e - ♦ - s o s a
♀/17/♥

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School... it was starting to become very distasteful and rather dull. Teachers seemed so tired, and people kept giving Dae the weirdest look... making that familiar sting worsen in her chest. To her, school had become nothing but a who's-better competition, girls older than her walking by with noses scrunched or younger guys just snickering as if she's was a walking riot. Or.. Dae was just paranoid. Oh god, this is exactly why she hated school and all of humanity...
Ok. Maybe not humanity. Just.. a large-sized selection of people.

Dae's locker snapped shut as she managed to cram her bags in, using the strength of her backside to push it all in. Her arms we're filled with books, and her binders. The items needed for this year were unbelievable- she might as well just buy the whole Staples store and drag everything with her in a wagon. Jumping a little to yank everything back up, she feared everything might slip through her sweater's silky fabric. All her books and whatnot where a glossy paper back, making it really hard to carry and really easy to ruin.

Wobbling weirdly with all her stuff, she prayed to god she wouldnt drop anything.. she'd look like a fool, and it'd make everything worse... none the less she'd be late and it'd look bad on her end... Each bad thought about the possibilities made her tense, face growing into a very concentrated stare and eyes gone big. Lord, this was all making her head spin. This was gonna be a great school-year.

Out. Of. Cocoapuffs;;
{ thank you, thunder! ^^
this is a weird starter post.. sorry if someone cant reply. ;o;" }

[princess pudding]

✘ Tʀᴇʙʟᴇ Tʜᴏʀɴ ✘
“I'ᴍ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛᴇᴅ. Bᴜᴛ I ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ.”

Male ✘ Seventeen ✘ Location; homeroom✘ No crush

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Dance, f----- dance
You never had a chance
and no one even knew
it was really only you

He watched her pass him by with a slight frown, his emerald green eyes flashing with curiosity. “Um, yeah, sure,” he said, blinking in her direction. God, was it so wrong that he couldn’t talk to people? He could achieve ten detentions in one school day, but he couldn’t even act presentable in front of a human being; sad, but terribly true. Treble ran a hand through his dark, messy hair and strutted towards the restrooms, putting the paint-streaked girl behind him. He encountered a lone teacher in the left wing of the school and managed to get himself a third detention for the day and a second phone call home; all for ‘wandering’ in the halls. Moron, the boy thought as the male teacher sent him back in the direction of his class room, hands shoved into his pockets and glaring at the sleek checkered floor. On his way down he managed to glimpse a girl stumbling along with her hands heavy with books, but he didn't say anything kindly in her direction.

[Sail.]

-{Re-cap please? and whats the setting :3}-

[sicksadworld.]

- for loudghozt -

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- Frank had adjusted himself from staring at he wall when his phone buzzed, a text from his brother, it was a rarity but then again an unpleasant experience, he was the one paying for him to go here seeing as Steph, his brother, had a good job owning a tattoo and surf shack out on the coast and therefore had the income to toss his brother into education. It was better than what Franks father did anyway. Frank looked at the text, the first conversation he had had since he left his brothers and decided to reply back later, he didn't know if he even had credit or the signal to text anyway, his phone was old and cracked, sometimes turning itself off when he needed it most.
Frank sighed and pulled out a packet of very crumpled cigarettes, two left, he will need to scavenge some more money for a new packet, he had nothing to sell back in his 'home'. The ginger haired, blue eyed lad ran his hand over the back of his head and growled lightly, his glance wandering over a quiet girl in the corner, a blonde, he hadn't seen her come in but then again he was staring at the wall. He made no intent to talk to her, he always waited for others to do that, unless they annoyed him in a certain way . -
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[infinite.disasters]

Female x Eighteen x Crushless x Wearing; This x Location; Locker x With; Kasper

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Tristyn smirked a little bit as she listened to him list off where all of the cliques sat on the totem pole. She bit back an urge to tell him not to call her 'babe' but when Kasper said it she was oddly okay with it. Maybe it was because of his insanly adorable accent? Probably. She stuck her tongue out at him, the horizontal piercing showing for a moment before she said "That's barely reasonable! Just because I'm considered a 'nerd' doesn't mean I am one of those kids with IQ's of 150... thats just creepy" holding in a little laugh. She didn't like it when people just assumed that she was placed where she was because of grades or for a liking of video games. The only real reason was because she knew pretty much anything and everything about computers. Tristyn tilted her head a little to the side when he apologized and was about to say that it really didn't matter, but kept that to herself. She felt like it would just make things awkward if she mentioned it. She looked up when the second warning bell went of before looking to Kasper and smiled. "Sure if you want to.. its not like I'm going to reject the only person in the school who took the time to talk to me" she told him in a soft voice, tucking her long side bangs behind her ear. Her fingers lingered a little where the feather tattoo was, quickly tracing around it before lowering her hand again. That was just a habit she had made ever since she had gotten it done.

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[adoxography]

(Anyone open?
-sorry for the repost)

Alexandrea Jane Scott.
Age:17
Status:Single
Sexuality:Bisexual
Where:Homeroom
With:Alone

*Beep beep beep* The repeditive outburst of an alarm clock cut through the silence of the sleepy house before crackling onto the radio. A long drawn out groan came from the pile of blankets positioned under a massive chocolate lab, who had done nothing more than open a sleepy, yet annoied eye in responce to the alarm. Welcome to the jungle... We got fun and games. Ah, Guns and Roses. It wasn't what everyone could wake up to - screaming and electric guitar - but she'd have it no other way. Text was the cell phone, laying at the corner of her bedside table, with in her oppinion, one of the most annoying alarms humanity could come up with. Justin Bieber. A sleepy hand snaked out from under the blankets to cease what sounded like whale music and an attempt at rapping that played over Guns and Roses. She promptly grabbed her phone, and pitched it at the wall as hard as she could. This earned a satisfying thud, and cued her hyperactive sugar glider, of whom then began to chirp and jumparound in his cage. She laid for a moment to listen to the music before checking her wall and phone. We are the people who can find, whatever you may need. If you got the money, honey, we got your disease. It had left a black mark. How this could be, with a rubber case was beyond her. Then there was her phone, sitting on the floor in the most awkward way it could find. Alex then found herself on her feet - trying to rub the mark away with her thumb and placing her phone on her dresser. After the mark had disappeared, she launched into her morning routine. This was done as if well-rehearsed, as if she'd counted each step and placed them in the same spot every day as she preformed the same rituals to beginning the day. When this was finished; she found herself going over a mental checklist. * Animals? Fed. Shirt? The Who. Pants? Jeans. Shoes? Yep. Hair? Brushed. Teeth? Brushed. Hat? On. Phone? Yep. Wallet? Check. iPod? Check. Headphones? Yep.Ah! Keys?! Where are the keys?!* she felt around in each pocket of her leather jacket before finding them where they always went, her front left pocket. She took a big breath and continued. *Wifi and Toby? Fed. Jacket? Check. What're we missing...? Zeke.* "Zeke!" Alex yelled, but the moment she said it, he shuffled out of his room sleepily. Then, they were off. Alex started out side to her beloved car - a '73 Volkswagon super beetle - and if heading to school in a 40-year-old car wasnt enough, if was painted like herbie the lovebug. The ride to school was short and quick, as she assumed Zeke had falled back asleep in the passenger seat. This prooved to be correct, as she had to shake him to wake him up when they arrived at school. As they got out, she locked the doors and grabbed her bag from the trunk before heading inside. She followed the small map tucked away in an inside pocket to her homeroom and sat alone in the back of class.

Ezekiel William Scott
Age:17
Status:Single
Sexuality:Straight
Where: Homeroom
With:Alone

Zeke awole with a start to a loud thud on the other side of his wall just behind his head. There was his alarm. It happened every morning at the same time without fault. Letting out a displeased grunt, Zeke rolled out of bed to greet the morning. He rose and dressed in a casual suit, which made his height and mass just alittle less scary. He then took a hand full of junk from his dresser - money, a wallet, a phone, and keys. Keys of which didnt inclusde a copy of Alex's car key. Not for any reason, even emergancies. He shoved this into his pocket and made his way to the bathroom to properly spend 20 minutes grooming his hair before setting a fedora atop it. Yawning, he then headed to the livingroom to meet Alex before leaving for school. The ride was oddly quiet, as if Alex had been lost in thought. Zeke didn't feel like talking anyway. He set his head back against the seat to pretend to be asleep. The 'pretending' was shortlived, as the next thing he knew, his twin was shaking him awake in the school parking lot. This was pretty surprizing, as he knew if it had been any other day, she would have left him and counted him as lucky for the extra sleep. Zeke nodded a thank you and grabbed his bag before striding purposefully up to the school. The first objective? Girls. He greeted each, random girl he passed with a wink and a jerk of his head on the way to his locker. He shoved his backpack into the small metal box and wandered around the school quite some time before heading to first period. Here he took a seat soley based on which had the best view of cheerleaders. Typical Zeke.

[amato]

(Anyone open?
-sorry for the repost)

(I am. ;u;)

[Time.Child]

(( Eliza is technically open for anyone. Whether they feel like telling her she's a b*tch or they actually want to talk xP))

[spring.]

{And Victoria is as well. XD}

[adoxography]

(Just got on, i dont know where anyone is! D:)