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[owl,]

**just reposted it **

[stormi.]

Kallee

Kallee awoke from the bright light, it wasn't the sun it was her sister being annoying again. She pushed her sister away and dragged herself out of bed, flopping to the bathroom she tripped over air and fell on her hand. "Och" she shouted, getting up and rubbing her hand. She went to the kitchen got an ice pack and headed back to the bathroom, still holding her arm.

[owl,]

daniel
i trudged out of bed and rubbed my eyes yanwing. i walked down stairs and made a cup of coffee
hes in the taylor house**

pai
i let go and landed on the tree with a thump, then a squek, and looked around frantically hoping nobody heard me
**she in the rich, snobby house**

[flufferpie]

Ella was downstairs sitting on the kitchen counter with a mug of hot chocolate. She had been awake since 8 o' clock. She didn't like sleeping. It bored her, really. She shivered. It was always cold this time of day. She went upstairs and slipped on a black sweatshirt and then went back downstairs. She sat on the couch and sighed.

[Smamm]

Bentley Ryan

After placing the last book on his bookshelf, Bentley stepped back to scan over his newly finished room. His family had just moved into the new house, and with a move comes new decoration. He actually quite liked this new room with its high ceiling, large area, and not to mention that sick widescreen in front of the bed. Speaking of the bed, he had chosen a king with a cushion-y black leather headboard. Bentley was famous for always smacking his head off his old wooden headboard, so it was comforting to know that would be a thing of the past. The room was fairly plain to say the least, but eye catching and easy to clean. The lights were evenly spaced horizontally in three long strips above his head with a clean white glow, in two strips going vertical on either side of his bed that had more of an orange tint to the,, and in a final horizontal strip above his bed’s headboard that radiated green light. Left of his bed was a sliding door covered by black curtains that led to a small stone balcony, but he knew it would be rarely used.

Satisfied, the boy snatched up his iPhone and beats off the bed. Plugging in his high definition headphones Bentley stuck his music on shuffle and clapped his hand together on his way out the door, plunging his room into darkness. Shoes clonking down the hallway, Bentley stuffed his phone-iPod-combination into his Lakers sweatshirt after turning up the volume to just the right point that they weren’t too loud, but he couldn’t hear much of anything else other than the tunes rolling from the device over his ears.

Mindlessly the teen had made his way down the stairs and out onto his front porch. Bentley liked to be outside, and when not busy with anything was most commonly found outside; either practicing some sport or just relaxing and bumming around. Now was one of those bumming around times. The boy took a seat on one of the steps that led up to his door, and took a quick moment to skip over the newest dong that had been shuffled on. His deep blue eyes glanced from one thing to another, trying to familiarize himself with the new sights and smells of this street. Okay, so maybe that was only half true. Bent was looking for any people that may be around. He wanted to get to know some people, make some friends, you know? It always sucked to move and be completely new, no friends or anyone to blow time with…

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Other: BEDROOM

[Kat.]

Ęmmå...
Great. I was named after my mom already, but now I have to LIVE by her again! Why was life sucking me into death? the words strummed through Emma's brain like an annoying flea. It seemed to poke her in the eye and shout, "We know you hate us! Haha!" but she had to flick them away with her I dex finger and thumb.
Daisy pushed her nose up against Em's ankle, whimpering softly. The teen hadn't let her out for almost 10 hours, and she couldn't imagine how bad Daisy had to pee. "C'mon, girl." she murmured softly, stroking her English springer spaniel/Tibetan terrier mixed puppy on the ears, and skipped out her bedroom door.
Early morning light strained her eyes as if flooded through the windows. Emma squinted her eyes, trying to look the other direction without hitting something. Today Emma was wearing a plaid blue and black buttondown shirt, with the buttons on the top unlaced like she liked it. It revealed her black tank-top with the pretty swirled lace on the top, which occasionally got itchy. But her legs were only covered at the thighs and up by dark denim shorts with white zebra stripes on the edges. Emma's hair was pulled up into a messy bun, with flopped out in her own, adorable way. And lastly, she had on silver-studded open-toe flats and her always-needed pink glasses.
Emma opened the front door and Daisy raced outside, letting her floppy tongue roll out playfully. She bouced around before passing to the edge of the lawn and doing her 'business'. She licked her tail and pounced on Emma's foot before demanding to go back inside.

[Puzzles]

Thick skin, Soft touch,
Heart of gold but it's na-na-na-not enough,
Forgiving arms, The higher road,
Working hard but it's na-na-na-not enough,
You say, I'm not good enough, I'm not good enough
But what you really mean is,
You're not good enough, you're not good enough
You can't deliver so you turn it around

You didn't let me down, you didn't tear me apart
You just opened my eyes, while breaking my heart
You didn't do it for me
I'm not as dumb as you think,
You just made me cry
While claiming that you love me
You love me, you love me
You said you loved me but that I
I'm not good enough, I’m not good enough

Stronghold, but fun ride,
But roller coasters aren't just na-na-na-not enough,
I keep it in, you wear me out,
This kind of love is na-na-na-not enough,
Said I'm just a sinking ship, I'm just a sinking ship,

But what that really means,
Is you can't handle this, you can't handle this,
You couldn't win so you turn it around...

You didn't let me down,
you didn't tear me apart
You just opened my eyes,
while breaking my heart
You didn't do it for me
I'm not as dumb as you think.
You just made me cry
While claiming that you love me
You love me, you love me
You said you loved me but that I
I'm not good enough, I’m not good enough

-- ♫ -- ♪ -- ♫ -- Gwyn -- ♫ -- ♪ -- ♫ --

Gwyn smiled into her pillow and snuggled down deeper into her pillow. “I love you bed, you understand me. I will never leave you unless food comes between us.” She said her voice garbled by her face being mushed into the pillow. She grabbed her phone and checked the time groaning. “I’m sorry, bed, but if I stay in you any longer I’m going to fall asleep again and I want to make pancakes.” She said, petting the pillow and pushing herself out of bed, immediately tripping over one of her shoes. A sharp pain shot through her back and she groaned. “Geez, maybe shouldn’t have be out so late last night.” She said, pulling herself to her feet and walking over to her wardrobe. She pulled out a sleeveless black turtle neck, black cargo pants and a white midriff jacket. She glanced in the mirror, slightly noticeable black rings under her eyes, black batman tee, black socks, yellow bootie shorts and her hair a mess. She pulled off her PJs and got dressed, glancing at the mirror once more before leaving the room.

After bouncing downstairs, Gwyn walked into the kitchen and pulled her hair into a curly ponytail. She grabbed out a few things and started on the pancakes. Deciding Dad’ll kill her if she didn’t make breakfast for the rest of the family she started making more for everybody else. She piled the family’s breakfast on a plate and put in the microwave and grabbed the syrup out of the fridge pouring a fair amount onto her pancakes with a bit of butter and grabbed a piece of paper off the fridge.

Breakfast is in the microwave,
You’d better thank me.
Gwyn XOXO

She put it on the fridge and walked to the table, scoffing down her breakfast and heading back upstairs to her bed room. She jumped onto her bed, feet at her pillows and head at the end of the bed. She licked syrup off her fingers and grabbed her phone checking for any new messages. None. Great. Now what? She thought lying back on her bed looking at the ceiling.

Words: 356 words.
Current Place: Room.
Talking to: Nobody.

[stormi.]

{Who is in the Jackson/Ryan family?}

[je t'aime]

{Guys, I'm sorry if I confused you, but this is what I mean by they "soandso is the original divorced mom/dad"
I mean, in the Jackson/Ryan family, the dad is Mark Jackson. In the Mitchel/Taylor family, the mom is Emma Taylor.
Basically, Mark and Emma were originally the two people married in the plot, and got divorced.
If that clears it up at all?}

{Who is in the Jackson/Ryan family?}

Bentley James Ryan || 18 || Single || Pg3 || Smamm
Lucas Lincoln Jackson || 18 || Single || Pg2 || -ɹǝqoʇɔO
Ella Beatrice Jackson || 17 || Single || Pg2 || Mystique
Kallee Heart Ryan || 17 || Single || Pg5 || =).
Kiara Liba Ryan || 17 || Single || Pg1 || ::.Music.Child.::
Paisley Ryan || 17 || Single || Pg4 || Cassy77
Lauren Morgan Ryan || 14 || Single || Pg5 || My Paramore Romance
Lillian "Lily" Rose Ryan || 6 || Single || Pg1 || Summer!

[stormi.]

{Thank you}