We're So Not Related || Semi-lit || Accepting

[Time.Child]

♀ || Cassidy July Thomas || Four
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♀ || Cameron June Thomas || Four

Cammy tried to bite him, and began to kick as hard as she could. Cass shrieked crawled away, hiding under the bed. She sucked her thumb, curled up in a tight little ball. Cammy, on the other hand was still trying to get away. She ended up knocking over something else. This something, happened to be a lamp.

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[caats]

Blaise pulled his hands away from her gaping jaws, making a face, a very angry one. " Cammy!" he yelled, standing up. He glared at her as he kneeled down to pick up the now broken lamp. " Jeez Cammy! Watch it! This isn't a four year-proof room! Not everything is glued down! Watch it, okay?" He picked her and practically threw her out of his room, he turned to his bed, " You too Cammy." He growled.

[Time.Child]

♀ || Cassidy July Thomas || Four
&&
♀ || Cameron June Thomas || Four

Cass whimpered quietly and squashed herself against the wall. Cammy whined loudly and waited for her twin to come out as well. The little girl had an idea now though... and raced into her own room. She pulled out her crayons and raced back out into the hall. She began to scribble on the door, making pictures that only the four year old mind would understand. She smiled mischievously.

[caats]

Blaise turned and around, he stood gaping in less them a moment. This was when his top blew. " CAMMY! Out! Now! And give me those crayons! In your room! Now!" He yelled, turning red slightly. He stormed towards her, fists clenched, eyes burning with rage, he grabbed the crayons from her, and snapped, them all in half.
(( gtg to eat dinner))

[Time.Child]

♀ || Cassidy July Thomas || Four
&&
♀ || Cameron June Thomas || Four

((Attack of the evil four year old twins, rawwrrrrr :3))
Cammy was a bit taken aback by this and just stood there, mouth hanging open. She watched him snap her crayons and sniffled lightly. She forgot about her twin, still under the bed and ran into her room. She shut the door and was annoyed, because parents do not five four year olds locks on their doors. Cass was quiet, as far back under the bed as she could be. The little girl watched, hoping to be forgotten.

[Killer_Robot]

(( ahhhh! What did i miss? O.O ))

[Time.Child]

((uh... heh heh... Thomas/Christy: Cammy and woke up and Jordan and Reanna woke up, and then they left. Cammy and Cass attacked Blaise... Vogue: Amanda woke up, broke a bowl, and wanted Jamie to help but Jamie ignored her. Patterson: Alexis woke up... I think nothng for the other families))

[Killer_Robot]

Drew and Liam woke up, both soon got dressed and proceeded out of their room. "Time for breakfast!" announced the slightly elder twin, Drew. Soon the twins found their way to the kitchen. Liam quickly dished out two bowls and spoons, while Drew got the Frosted Flakes down. This was usually how their morning went. (( Thanks! ))

[Panic!]

{UGH I had a really nice long post and then I accidentally got rid of the page when I wasn't looking. I'm like really tired and I don't want to write that much so my normal 3 paragraphs per character will be reduced to 1 just for this post. Grr...}

Lacey woke up, her bed nice and warm but the air cold on her face. She didn't want to get up, she didn't want to go to school. She just wanted to lay there the rest of the night. But alas, she knew she must eventually rise up and leave her fortress. She laid there for a few more minutes, then finally rolled out of the bed. She walked into the closet, and stared at the clothes for a few minutes. What to wear, what to wear... Finally she decided on some ripped skinny jeans and an old cut up t-shirt. She walked in front of the mirror and quickly put the clothes on. The t-shirt revealed one of her shoulders, seeing as she had cut it in this style, she was happy with it. She quickly walked downstairs to the kitchen and looked to see what there was to eat for breakfast. Such a hard choice, she finally picked a bagel with cream cheese. She sat at the table, eating it in silence as she looked out the window.





Delilah Crissy was still in bed, dreaming. She was a huge dreamer, but unfortunately some of them included nightmares. She was having one right now. She was in a large field, sitting in smog and long grass as she stared off to woods near her right. She didn't know what she was waiting for, but she was just staring for some reason. Finally, a boy with blood running down his face ran past her and she watched as he ran away, quick as light. Suddenly, the floor began to shake, she didn't know what was happening. This was when she woke up. She was breathing harder then she had in the dream, and she was shaking like an earthquake had started in her bedroom. She quickly jumped out of bed, and ran into the bathroom. She took a short hot shower, not knowing if anyone else was going to want the shower. She quickly got out, dressed herself in skinny jeans, spaghetti strapped shirt with a sweat shirt on top of that. Finally, she walked downstairs to the kitchen. She made herself a pot of coffee and poured it into a thermos when it was nice and hot. Putting a lot of french vanilla into the cup, she quickly walked out the door and down the block. She didn't really like hanging at her house, she would rather just walk around. She hoped she would run into someone as she continued walking, but she just took a sip of coffee and continued to walk down the street.





Jared Vogue was leaning against the wall of his bedroom, his music playing rather loudly. His family should be used to it by now though, he always played his music this loud, if not louder. At least it was good music. He was dressed in shorts and a black t-shirt, and was happy with his looks. He smiled and quickly stood up, inspecting himself in the mirror. Yep, he thought he looked fine. He walked downstairs, not bothering to turn off the music, and started to make himself a bowl of cereal. He didn't trust himself with the stove or fire, so he wasn't going to make eggs today. When he finally shook the last cheerios into the bowl along with the milk and a nice cold spoon, he sat at the counter and dug into his breakfast, and listened to his iPod now. Music was his life, that was the truth.





Scarlett Patterson was outside already, on her hammock reading a book. This was without a doubt her favorite spot in the house, the backyard practically had her name on it. It was always a way out of the house were all the arguing was, and all the fighting. She hated it, seeing her family being ripped apart at the seams. She hated it. She had an apple in her hand, and took a nice sized bite from it. Looking at her phone, she got up now and left the backyard. Now, she was walking down the street and looking for someone to talk to. She also just wanted to get away from the house. The first chance she got, she wouldn't go home, she didn't want to hang around the house. There was always fighting and drama, and hatred towards each other. But, no one else knew that of course. Everyone thought she was fine. She hid this very well, she didn't like anyone knowing to much. She was walking down the street, her apple still in one hand and the book in the other. She took another bite of the apple, and put the book in her bag. She continued walking down the street, her eyes still on her book.

[Time.Child]

((I really really really don't want to have to tell you that the Vogue kitchen is covered with glass...))