by Thankyouforthecoffee » Fri Sep 09, 2011 3:41 pm
( No, it's fine. Just kind of sneaking on until 12 like I did yesterday...If I get caught, I'm dead. So if I poof. That might be why. )
Victoria Stanson Lemonia
Tori, Vic, Lemon
Victoria was ultimately sick of the sun. It was just to much for her pale skin and was already starting to bug her. She hadn't brought sunscreen. She was never that smart and she wanted to get a tan too, just...wasn't exactly sure how. She ran a hand through her blond hair with a sigh as she plopped herself onto a park bench that was a little ways away from the main walk way where a couple of the other campers where passing back and forth on there way to cabins and the lunchroom, the lake or maybe the forest if some of them were a daring type.
She wasn't exactly excited for this camp. Actually she begged her father to let her stay home, soak up the sun at a local beach or something that was more isolated, but here she was, stuck in a swamp of people she barely knew. Doing stupid team building activities day by day by day. It was boring. She knew that as well and the other three years she had been here it all rang true.
Her eyes searched the ground, her feet for any sign of dirt or some harmful parasite, although she probably couldn't see it with the glare of the light reflecting off of almost everything is this god forbidden place. All she really knew was that this wasn't going to be the best year of the camp, maybe not the worst, but she was doubtful. She just had to hope for the best.
I am not afraid to keep on living.
I am not afraid to walk this world alone.
Honey, if you stay, I'll be forgiving.
Nothing you can say will stop me going home.
Sing it for the boys.
Sing it for the girls.
Every time that you loose it sing it for the world.
Sing it from the heart.
Sing it 'till your nuts.
Sing it out for the ones that hate your guts.
My Chemical Romance.
For all the dirty looks.
For photographs your boyfriend took.
You said you read me like a book, but the pages are all torn and frayed.
I'm okay.
Trust, you said.
Who put the words in your head?
Oh, how wrong we were
to think that immortality meant never dying.
Stand, take my f---ing hand and never be afraid again.