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jeremy kit carter
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new guy.
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.Ｓｏｍｅ ｄａｙｓ ｆｅｅｌ ａｌｏｎｅ, ｏｎ
ｙｏｕｒ ｏｗｎ ｌｉｋｅ ａ ｒｏｌｌｉｎｇ ｓｔｏｎｅ
Ａ ｐｅｒｆｅｃｔ ｗａｓｔｅ ｏｆ ａ ｐｅｒｆｅｃｔ ｄａｙ
Ｓｏｍｅ ｄａｙｓ ｆｅｅｌ ｌｉｋｅ ｃｈｏｒｅｓ, ｙｏｕ
ｇｅｔ ｍｏｒｅ ｔｈａｎ ｙｏｕ ｂａｒｇａｉｎ ｆｏｒ Ａ
ｈｅａｖｙ ｐｌａｔｅ ｆｏｒ ｏｎｅ ｔｏ ｕｎｄｅｒｔａｋｅ
Ｉ ｈａｔｅ ｔｏ ｓａｙ Ｉ ｔｏｌｄ ｙｏｕ ｓｏ, ｂｕｔ Ｉ
ｊｕｓｔ ｔｈｏｕｇｈｔ Ｉ'ｄ ｌｅｔ ｙｏｕ ｋｎｏｗ Ｓｏｍｅ
ｄａｙｓ, ｔｈｅｙ ｔａｓｔｅ ｌｉｋｅ ｌｅｍｏｎａｄｅ
Ｓｏｍｅ ｄａｙｓ ｃａｎ ｆｅｅｌ ｌｉｋｅ ｒａｚｏｒ
ｂｌａｄｅｓ Ｉ ｗｉｓｈ Ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｆｌｏａｔ
ａｗａｙ, ｓｏｍｅ ｄａｙｓ. Ｓｏｍｅ ｄａｙｓ
ｓｍｅｌｌ ｌｉｋｅ ｓｐｒｉｎｇ, ｂｉｒｄｓ,
ｔｈｅｙ ｓｉｎｇ, ｊａｓｍｉｎｅ'ｓ ｂｌｏｓｓｏｍｉｎｇ
Ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ, ｏｈ ｉｔ'ｓ ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ
Ｓｏｍｅ ｔｉｍｅｓ ｔｈｉｎｇｓ ｃａｎ ｓｅｅｍ
ｅｖｅｒｇｒｅｅｎ, ｌｉｋｅ ｔｈｅ ＴＶ ｓｃｒｅｅｎ
Ｒｅａｌｉｔｙ, ｉｔ'ｓ ｒｅａｌｉｔｙ

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confident and challenging

tagged;; isis

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{jeremy kit carter }

it hadn't taken him too long to find his locker. surprisingly enough, it was right next to billy's! ah, jeremy's best friend! "Hello, Billy." the new kid greeted, opening the locker and shoving most of what he carried into the space. the kid greeted him back, giving him another sucker. ah, what a sweet guy! he'd have to invite billy over to his house sometime. "Thank you, Billy. I've got Spanish next, so I guess I'll see you later at lunch." he held his hand up for a high five, acquiring one from the dude who was smiling and getting over excited at the simple gesture. "Tomorrow I am going to bring you some cookies considering all these suckers you've given me are more than enough." the brunet smiled one last time, leaving billy to go to Spanish. as he was halfway up the steps, the bell rung and any conversations that had been going on around the hallways and stairs were now disturbed. ah, his first class in public school...how exciting! so exciting that he hurried his way to class, greeted by the spanish teacher. she had a warm smile, someone jeremy could respect without the slightest problem arising. once he walked into the class, whispers started up. a few fingers pointed his direction and he could feel them staring. he didn't awkwardly stand in the front, jeremy smiled and glanced around, looking for an open seat. a few girls were trying to get their friends to sit elsewhere, hoping he'd sit next to them. of course, when you have blue hair, it tended to draw your eye in that direction. and, there she was again! isis? yes, that was her name. and the seat beside her wasn't taken! sweet! he walked by a large group of seemingly good looking people, hearing a few comments that he was "cute" and "hot". shaking his head, jeremy sat down next to isis, turning to face her with a grin. "Wow, large class full of a bunch of fake people, am I right?" he wasn't trying to impress her. the moment he walked in, girls stopped gossiping and tried to make themselves appear innocent. when he didn't 'notice' them, they would drop a pencil. when that didn't work, they proceeded to talk about him. "And, do most of these guys take steroids? I swear, the only time I've seen people like this was on a wrestling show wearing speedos."

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lol as do I so my reply will be short as well))

Isadora The Sweet one
glanced around outside "Thats I was born in europe in the barbados but then I moved to washington state when I was 3 then I moved to montreal until I was in fourth grade then I moved here but every summer I go back to canada and the Barbados."she explained as the walked along quietly glancing at the frosty ground "its not near as cold here as it is in Canada this time of the year"she said softly too him

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Ｎａｌａ Ｎａｔａｓｈａ Ｓｙｋｅｓ
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Ｍｙ ｌｏｖｅ ｆｏｒ ｙｏｕ ｗａｓ ｂｕｌｌｅｔｐｒｏｏｆ
Ｂｕｔ ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ｔｈｅ ｏｎｅ ｗｈｏ ｓｈｏｔ ｍｅ. ➳

name; nala | age; seventeen | sex; female | where; school/library | crush; - | tag(s); Monroe

For some reason hearing Monroe's laugh irked me even more. How could he be laughing at her words? She'd either expected him to completely ignore her or call her some names she'd heard a million times. That's what most boys did when she turned on the attitude. "Don't call me chick," she half said half growled. "The name is Nala. That's the only thing you're allowed to call me," she told him, leaving no room for argument. She wasn't going to allow herself to be bullied by some pretty boy. "Why would a boy like you feel the need to stalk me? Why don't you go stalk some girl who would actually appreciate it," Nala retorted, folding her arms across her chest. "I don't need a best friend," she stated in anger. She'd come to the library to avoid her friends, not to gain new ones. Especially not Monroe. "Don't waste your time, I'm not interested," she explained her voice dripping with sass. This boy probably figured she'd be jumping at the chance at having the hottest guy at school become her personal stalker, but Nala couldn't think of anything worse. "I'm not apologizing for something you caused," she said taping her finger on her arm. The redhead's patience was running out and part of her wanted to just walk away. However, walking away would mean admitting defeat, and that was not something Nala was okay with doing.

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ｗｈｅｎ ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ｈａｐｐｙ ｌｉｋｅ ａ ｆｏｏｌ
ｌｅｔ ｉｔ ｔａｋｅ ｙｏｕ ｏｖｅｒ ✌

name; josh | age; seventeen | sex; male | where; school | crush; - | tag(s); Delilah

Josh could see the wheels turning in the girl's head. She seemed to be looking him over, judging him. So far not in a scornful way. Josh was unfazed by people's thoughts or opinions of him so he let the girl think all she wanted. Most likely she was pondering whether or not he was trying to lead her on. Flirt with her, make her fall for him, just so he could turn and leave her crying. Except Josh wasn't like that. He'd broken up with one girl, all the other times he'd been the one left crying. Hopefully Delilah would be able to see past the stereotype he'd been pegged with. "By the way, I'm not here to woo you or anything, just trying to be a friend," he explained softly. He didn't mean it in the way that he wouldn't attempt to woo her, but he wanted her to know that wasn't his top priority or his motive for assisting her.

"You are lucky. I'm the finest guide you'll have all year," he said with a wink. "Room 231?" he muttered out loud to himself, glancing at his own schedule. "Ah, lucky you. We both have the same dreaded class together," he exclaimed, his excitement completely phony. Josh hated physics and sucked at it. "If you help me in physics this semester I'll forgive you for the lost muffin," Josh told Delilah. "As for your locker, which number is it?" he asked, realizing she'd never given him a locker number. Hopefully her locker would be close to his so it'd be easier to help her out. Plus it was always nice having a pretty girl near you.

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eighteen. senior.
one of the nerds.
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Ａｓ ｉｆ ａ ｐｌａｎｅ ｃｒａｓｈ
ｗｅｒｅ ｔｉｍｅｌｙ Ｔｈｅｒｅ'ｓ
ｎｏ ｇｏｏｄ ｔｉｍｅ ｆｏｒ ｂａｄ
ｎｅｗｓ Ｔｈｅｓｅ ｆｏｕｒ ｗｏｒｄｓ
ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｃｏｍｅ ｅａｓｙ------
"Ｉ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｌｏｖｅ ｙｏｕ"
Ｌｉｓｔｅｎ ｔｏ ｙｏｕｒ ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ
& ｌｅａｖｅ ｍｅ ａｌｏｎｅ Ｉ'ｍ ｊｕｓｔ
ａ ｂｏｙＩ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｗａｎｔ ｔｏ ｈｕｒｔ
ｙｏｕ ａｎｙｍｏｒｅ Ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｗａｓｔｅ
ｙｏｕｒ ｔｅａｒｓ ｏｎ ｍｅ ｎｏｗ
ｐｒｅｔｔｙ ｇｉｒｌ Ｗｈｅｎ Ｉ ｈａｔｅ
ｍｙｓｅｌｆ ｆｏｒ ｌｅｔｔｉｎｇ ｙｏｕ ｇｏ
Ｙｏｕ ｃａｎ ｂｅ ｔｈｅ ｏｎｅ ｔｏ ｓａｙ
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jerk, arrogant
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{mathias jeren clemintine }

completely staying still as he listened to her speak, mathias tried not to smile, smirk, or snicker through her short outburst of anger. easily angered - noted. still mad about the break up - noted. pretended not to care - noted. was still pretty even though she was whisper-yelling in his face - noted. wow, and her breath smelt pretty nice - noted. once she was done telling mattie off, he slowly nodded his head, begging himself mentally not to laugh. ah, why did he have to find this so amusing? mathias needed to work on being more serious in these conversations. after all, they came from the "heart" - bleh. that was a bunch of crap, but he was willing to accept whatever victoria said - even if it was a lie. "So, you're not going to show my cousin up, then? I am willing to bet he already has a girl. Wouldn't it be smart to be on the same level? Walking in with me would surprise him and hurt him, just like he did to you. You could totally waste him in front of everyone, show him you got over him. Or, be like the rest of the losers and walk in alone - the choice is all yours." well, if he wasn't a manipulative guy then jack the ripper wasn't a famous serial killer. oh, mathias had this in the bag.

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ｗｈｅｒｅ ｙｏｕ ｉｎｖｅｓｔ
ｙｏｕｒｌｏｖｅ,
ｙｏｕ ｉｎｖｅｓｔ
ｙｏｕｒ ｌｉｆｅ

ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀɪᴀ sᴛɪʟᴇs

-- Looks -- sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ -- Wearing -- ʜᴏᴘᴇʟᴇss ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ
Once she stopped whispering she twirled the ends of her hair giving it a nice look since the wind hadn't stopped blowing on her hair, at least the top of her hair was protected due to the beanie but she'd probably have to take it off once school started, or if she got stuck with a bitter teacher..eh.. she might fix it later, for now she was just focused on the smirk appearing on Mathias' face even though it looked like he was trying to hide it, how could he find it funny? How could he find someone's pain funny. She slowly slid her hand down from her leather bags strap down to her short pockets where she kept them hidden from the world. He did have a point but she didn't know if she was up for it, to replace Monroe for someone so close to him just made her feel weird but at the same time the jerk that she had once loved so much had cheated on her and maybe it was time to show him that she wasn't going to allow to be run over, especially by someone like Monroe who had his hopes way too high. She took a deep breath as her mind came to a decision. "Okay," she spoke out, her voice back to normal but still a bit shaky since she wasn't too sure of this, "Okay you can walk in with me, but that's it. And if you think you can outsmart me once again this whole thing we're planning right now is over." she warned, what has she just gotten herself into. She looked away for a moment before quickly glancing back. "Well are you coming?" she asked, trying hard not to sound impatient since she didn't want to be late for her first day as a Senior. She then turned her body around and began to walk, sure enough he would have to catch up to her.

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she continued to ignore the others remarks and just looked at her desk. she wondered where jeremy was, mostly because she didn't want to look like a loner. that and she thought he was pretty nice. she was not really into him for his looks, though she had to admit he was nice looking. she wasn't into him for his money either, well, mostly because she didn't care about money. she was not a 'buy me everything' person. with a huff she heard the tardy bell ring and the last few kids rushed to class, including jeremy. she looked up, and heard the room go a bit quiet, before it started back up. all the students talking and murmuring about him. instantly she knew that he was going to be tossed into the popular kids group. though shockingly enough he chose to sit by smurf. she set her bag down on the ground and looked at him as he started to talk. he was different wasn't he? he wasn't your average rich guy, popular kid. he started talking about how fake a lot of them were. he just wouldn't stop shocking her would he? steriods? most likely, she had heard rumors, but was never much of a rumor person. she had seen a few of these boys in speedos, mostly because they were on the swim team, but that was about it. she was going to reply when the teacher walked to the front of the room. the teacher introduced herself, and started to do roll call. she also requested that each person tell a bit about themselves. curry. i must be like third person on the list. she thought to herself, looking at the teacher. then she realized that carter was jeremy's last name. he would go just before her. then the teacher mentioned that she would just point out to which ever person and have them say their name and a bit about them, then check them off on the list that they were here. oh great she thought to herself. the list was messed up now. after about four people in the first few rows she was pointed to. "i'm isis curry." she said, hearing one of the boys in front of her 'cough' the word smurf and the class started to laugh. the teacher simply told them to settle down, and isis could feel a bit of embarrassment from it. "and i like art." she said to nervous to think of anything else to say.

[wow, i feel like this was a major fail post.]

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ｂｒｏｋｅ ｔｈｒｏｕｇｈ ｔｈｅ ｏｔｈｅｒ ｓｉｄｅ
Ｓｔｒａｉｇｈｔ ｔｏ ｍｙ ｈｅａｒｔ, ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ
ｔｈｅ ｅｍｂｅｒ ｔｏ ｍｙ ｆｌａｍｅ Ｗｈｅｎ ｉｔ
ｇｅｔｓ ｄａｒｋ, ａｎｄ Ｉ ｌｏｖｅ ｔｈｅ ｗａｙ
ｉｔ ｆｅｅｌｓ ｗｈｅｎ Ｉ'ｍ ｗｉｔｈ ｙｏｕ Ａｎｄ
Ｉ ｃａｎｎｏｔ ｆｉｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｄｓ, ｎｏ

Ｔｗｏ-ｈｕｎｄｒｅｄ ｔｈｉｒｔｙ ｐａｃｅｓ ｔｏ ｍｙ
ｐｌａｃｅ, Ｏｈ Ｉ ｓｈｏｕｌｄ ｎｏｔ ｂｅ ａｌｏｎｅ
Ｉ'ｌｌ ｂｕｒｎ ｔｈｉｓ ｈｏｕｓｅ ｄｏｗｎ, ｎｏ
ｎｅｅｄ ｆｏｒ ｗａｌｌｓ ｎｏｗ Ｗｈｅｎ Ｉ'ｍ ｗｉｔｈ
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Ａ ＦＲＥＡＫ ＡＮＤ ＳＬＥＥＰ
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{monroe heydun clemintine }

fiesty. cruel. rude. mean. stubborn. that was all he had learnt from the last few minutes talking to her. nala must have not cared much about first impressions, considering she was leaving a crappy one on monroe. the girl didn't back down easily, something he could respect and both be annoyed from. however, he could annoy her more. and thanks to her rude attitude, she was letting out some of the things he could do to annoy her. "Ah, Nala, right? Vanilla, Na, La, Nannie, Nonnie, Ginger, Chick... I am incredibly horrible with names. Really, you've got to believe me on that one, Vanilla. Names fly right through my head, I don't remember half of them; isn't that horrid, Nannie? I should see someone about that, Chick." it was her own fault for telling him not to call her anything else. the only name the blonde wouldn't be calling ginger was nala. if the redhead wanted to be rude, monroe could certainly return the favor. stalk some other girl? that wouldn't sit right with the quarterback, not in a million years. "Why would I do that? They would enjoy it, you're not going to enjoy it, that's the whole idea of this stalking thing." he pointed to her then to himself three times, making sure vanilla understood the concept. stalking a girl who would like it didn't sound fun. and, they weren't the ones acting rude towards him. monroe had a feeling if he were someone else, she'd have a different attitude. if he wasn't popular, she would have already said sorry by now. it was just like people in her popularity group to treat monroe this way. they both were people, not completely different species from two rival planets. was a little bit of respect, let alone niceness, too much to ask for? "It wasn't an open statement. You have no power over what I do; becoming your best friend is my choice and it's something you're going to have to live with." the jock countered evenly, looking away from nonnie to search for a book. wow, that was rude. just turning away from a conversation. no, the book was actually behind him and that's why he had moved there earlier. once he found the chemistry book he was looking for, he was just in time to hear her other words. "I was standing right over there," monroe nodded to the empty space, an eyebrow raised. "You were the one walking. I was there first, I was looking over a book, I had every right to stay where I was. You're the one who was strolling along, you're the one who wasn't paying attention, you're the one who started to talk to me like I'm an every day normal jerk who enjoys when it comes to bullying others. I don't even know, I am more than sure I've never said a word to you in my life. And here you are giving me a sour attitude, acting like you're the queen of the school. I'm sorry if I didn't lay down a red carpet for you to walk on or offer to kiss your hand as I bow to you. Just because I might be "popular" doesn't give you the right to slam on me."

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ｗｅｒｅ ｔｉｍｅｌｙ Ｔｈｅｒｅ'ｓ
ｎｏ ｇｏｏｄ ｔｉｍｅ ｆｏｒ ｂａｄ
ｎｅｗｓ Ｔｈｅｓｅ ｆｏｕｒ ｗｏｒｄｓ
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"Ｉ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｌｏｖｅ ｙｏｕ"
Ｌｉｓｔｅｎ ｔｏ ｙｏｕｒ ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ
& ｌｅａｖｅ ｍｅ ａｌｏｎｅ Ｉ'ｍ ｊｕｓｔ
ａ ｂｏｙＩ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｗａｎｔ ｔｏ ｈｕｒｔ
ｙｏｕ ａｎｙｍｏｒｅ Ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｗａｓｔｅ
ｙｏｕｒ ｔｅａｒｓ ｏｎ ｍｅ ｎｏｗ
ｐｒｅｔｔｙ ｇｉｒｌ Ｗｈｅｎ Ｉ ｈａｔｅ
ｍｙｓｅｌｆ ｆｏｒ ｌｅｔｔｉｎｇ ｙｏｕ ｇｏ
Ｙｏｕ ｃａｎ ｂｅ ｔｈｅ ｏｎｅ ｔｏ ｓａｙ
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{mathias jeren clemintine }

wait, she had actually said yes? wow, mathias hadn't been expecting that. ah, his plans always soiled. for some odd reason, this made him feel like a slytherin. like...from harry potter? yeah, that was definitely the house he would fit in to. he basically had all the traits for it. ugh, no, harry potter was something not to be thinking about. he was just about to show up his cousin, no, not him...victoria was. this was just a sweet victory for mattie - something he would completely enjoy. instead of replying with a yes or something along those lines, he caught up with viccie, a smirk forming from his lips. "I know just the place to find Monroe, but we'll have to act casual." with all honesty, mathias wasn't planning on acting casual at all. he was going to rub this in his cousin's face. just like his cousin had done to him when he got victoria to go out with him. it was all a game to monroe and mathias was planning on winning.

[Pooka.]

||Torren Anne Caldwell||

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Eighteen | Female | Quiet | Witty | Strong-Hearted | The girl that keeps a strong face to hide her sorrow. | One of the nerds.

Images courtesy of Google.

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Victoria heard his footsteps and soon enough he was walking beside her, oh what trouble had she gotten herself into. Well at least it was his cousin not his brother or something so I guess that seemed to make her feel a bit better. Okay wait no it didn't. She opened the metal handlebar, strength, she needed that. The door probably weight a couple of pounds but to her it seemed like so much more. Leaving it open for Mathias she began her walk, trying to keep her eyes ahead since she didn't want to catch the eyes of people staring, really though this news was old why were people still staring? Probably people who were just like Mathias, nosey and lived for the drama. She then turned her head over to Mathias, catching his eyes and only his eyes not wanting to stare at anyone else. "The library?" she asked, of course she knew he was going to be there. The boy was a jock but he had a deep love for books, especially what did he want to become? Oh that's right a chemist. Yes Victoria definitely knew where he was going to be so she didn't even wait for Mathias answer and headed to the library, trying to squeeze her way through freshman who seemed pretty confused about everything. Once they both got to the library she opened the door and stepped in, taking a deep breath of the place. Smelled like old books and brains put to use, eh. She wasn't much of a reader so this was kind of new. She then turned her head over to Mathias waiting for what he had to say or do.