.::Lose Yourself::. Teen Romance - Intermediate -

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Yeah <3 Sleep-IsForThe-Weak no, I don't think you understand. I can't accept you. You didn't read the rules, and even though you wrote about one hundred words, the level wasn't intermediate. I'm really sorry d:

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(( Lets start <3 I don't think anybody else will be joining d: Only intros please))

Xavier smiled. It was dark out, then again, it was only six in the morning. He couldn’t imagine how It had woken him up. But the bright lights of New York lit up the streets, and even though he was tired, he couldn’t help grinning at the marvelous place, and thinking how lucky he was to be here. It was rare for him to get a moment like this, and when it happened, he had learned to treasure it until it was gone. For several minutes, Xavier was left standing there, next to his apartment window, gawking at the view. He watched as people ran to and form their destinations, as if they might be late if they didn’t sprint. Well, then he would have to hurry; traffic would be miserable. He quickly snapped out of his trance, and stretched. Xavier had just gotten out of bed, and had to be at school before 8:00 a half hour earlier then usual, but after all, it was the first day. He walked over to the bathroom, and when he reached it, he let out a groan. Xavier was staring at himself in the mirror, and was suddenly not please. He looked how he looked every morning: Like a mess. His black hair was going in all different directions. His face was ghastly; White as a sheet of paper, followed by two dark rings under bother his eyes. But his face wasn’t really a problem, it looked like that anyway. It was incredibly unnatural, the color of his skin, and with the black circles, he looked like some worn out, abused, drug addict. Which was something he didn’t want to be compared with. He was an addict, just not with coke, pot, crystal myth, or anything that even resembled them. What he loved, was adrenaline.

Dean lay in bed, eyes barely shut. He hadn’t slept for three days, mostly because he had tried some messed up experimental drug last week. He was a wreck, he had vomited - twice – today, and it was only 6:00. He was dizzy, the room spun… And he had a headache that felt like he was getting a punch in the face every time he moved. But Dean assumed that was just the hangover from last night, which he was used to. But this drug had been trouble. There was really nothing wrong with him. Well, there was, but you couldn’t tell. The last time he had visited the doctor, she had said that he was apparently fine. Followed by a short lecture about drinking. But there was no fever, no cold. Just a hangover. But she had no idea how he felt, he got hangovers everyday since this week. Even when he hadn’t gotten drunk that night – or the night before –. Dean felt horribly trapped, and weak. And he realized, that since the doctor believed there was nothing wrong with him, he would still have to go to school. Great. He could only hope that all this would go away during the day. Slowly, Dean stretched his upper body torso, wincing at the pain hitting his forehead. He dragged his body over to the kitchen, feeling quite surprised that he could stand. At last there was one highlight: His favorite song was playing, I love college, by Asher Roth. He had laughed when he had first heard it, and he was now nodding his head to the tune.

...Do something' crazy! Do somethin' crazy!
Do something' crazy! Do somethin' crazy!
Keg stand! Keg stand!
Keg stand! Keg stand!

(That party last night)
Man, I love college
I love it!
(That party last night)
Alright everybody, I gotta head back to class for a little bit

That party last night was awfully crazy I wish we taped it
(I wish we taped)
(You know it's going down)
I danced my ass off and had this one girl completely naked
Drink my beer and smoke my weed but my good friends is all I need
(You're all invited, bring your friends)
Pass out at 3, wake up at 10, go out to eat then do it again
Man, I love college

Do I really have to graduate?
Or can I just stay here for the rest of my life?...

WORDS:
715
NOTES:
I'll write about Jack next time d;
OUTFIT:
For Dean, black pajama bottoms, no shirt. For Xavier, Navy blue three-quarter length pajamas, no shirt.
THEME SONG:
Lose yourself- Eminem (What else? <3)

[average]

[[Okay, awesome! :3]]

-Brriiing. Brriiing. Brriiing. Aless yawned sleepily, and shut off the irritating alarm clock. She sat up and stretched, half-excited. Turning on the lights-it was really dark out, she stumbled into the bathroom, half-tripping on her long pajamas. She brushed her hair and undressed and regulated to shower heat, stepping in. She hummed to herself as she showered, and then turned it off, and put on a robe. Aless spent what seemed hours in front of the closet, trying to find and outfit, when really, it was a mere 7 minutes. She decided to give up, and slipped into a long, cotton T-shirt and jeans.
-Aless had spent all week exploring New York, and never seemed to tire of it, and she looked out at the breathless view of the city. It was so much different from New Jersey-let alone Brazil. It was remarkable how many people had places to go, people to see, all around here. There was just so much. She had started unpacking everything 2 weeks ago, and so everything was still neat-other than the closet. She pulled out the drawer, and picked out one of her cameras[she had three], and snapped a picture. Letting it hang around her neck, she padded barefoot to the kitchen, pulled out Cheerios as well as milk, and sat on the stool to munch on her cereal.
-After she had satisfied her need to eat, Aless took another glance at herself in the mirror. She never did like make-up. It felt heavy on her face, and she didn't like how unnatural she looked. So, Aless took out her lip gloss- her lips were naturally red/pink, and applied a single coat. Aless accidentally let the lip gloss bottle fall sideways, and slowly, the sticky liquid was dripping onto the counter. Her first reaction was to take a picture of it, and then she set it upright, swiping the table with a wet paper towel.
-Aless took a red marker and crossed out yesterday on her calender and checked the clock. 7:43 She frowned, wondering how long it would take for her to get there. She knew it was close, so she decided to take a chance, and did a few chores, such as doing her bed, and cleaning up the mess she made of her clothes in the bathroom.
-She slipped on her shoes-she had just gotten the the day before, and grabbed her backpack. She contemplated whether to drive, or walk. Deciding to walk, for she figured the traffic would be heavy, and grabbed her wallet [just in case], and locked her apartment. She walked across the hall and pressed the elevator button.

Words:
441
Notes:
That was long!
I checked yours Bunny, and for Xavier you had 303 words,
while with Dean [not including the song] you had 270. :3
Outfit:
• Shirt
•Jeans
•Shoes
•Necklace
And of course, her camera.

[anonymouse]

Skye Williams let her head hang over the side of her bed. She was not a morning person.
"Oh comme je hais le matin!" She groaned in French. Pulling herself to her feet, Skye tried to remember where she was. Then, once remembering, Skye headed to her bathroom for a quick shower. "What do wear, what to wear..." Skye sighed after wrapping her small form in a long towel. Her chocolate brown hair was not a dark shade of brown and stringy at that. Skye pulled out her outfit quickly and darted into the bathroom to change. She then stepped out in a short black skirt, dark blue leggings, black high tops, white tank top with a light blue cami, and her silver shrug in her arms. It was her favorite that she never got tired of wearing. It had a small hoot and it had long sides so she could tie it around her waist while the three quarters sleeves rubbed wonderfully across her arms. She was almost ready to go when she forgot the most important part of her outfit: a hat.
Skye darted to her bedroom where her chest full of her hats sat at the end of her bed. She bent down and sorted through quickly until finding one. It was black, white, and silver with long tassels on the side.
Skye grabbed the hat and raced out the door, only to forget her bag with all her school stuff in it. Sighing quietly to herself, Skye grabbed her bag and left the apartment building. It was a beautiful day but Skye was only worried on if she would make it to school on time.

Hat:
http://www.amazon.com/Earflap-Tassel-Kn ... lor_name=x
Horrible quality yes... I'll have to get better at that. ^^"
Clothes:
Teired black skirt, midnight blue leggings, plain white tank, light blue cami, silver shrug, and classic converse.
French:
'Oh how I hate mornings!'
Notes:
I'll have to write more next time but this was just a sad little intro...

[Mah Wolfie]

Adrianne felt something tickled her face and slightly opened her eyes. She smiled as she saw her pet spider, crawling on her face. "Good morning to you too." she mumbled and sat up, taking the creature off her face and onto her hand. The spider, Triddy, moved around her hand nervously before calming down and taring at Adrianne with it's eight small eyes. The girl smiled and gently petted him. The small light outside caught her attention as she turned her gaze onto the garden. A sight same out from Adriannes mouth as she realised she had fallen asleep in the meadow. Again. Since the week before school, Adrianne has been spending alot of time in the meadow and always found herself there in the morning. And every morning Triddy was the one who woke her up after searching for her all night. Adrianne rolled her eyes as the light that caught her attention was the light from her brothers room. Triddy slightly hissed and quickly crawled down her hand and away to the house. Adrianne sighted and stood up, streching slightly and yawning. Today was the first day of school and she was about to be out the door and onto a cab to school by now. But Adrianne just shrugged at the thought of eeing late and starting to walk slowly to the white house, hoping her parents weren't awake to find her in the meadow again.

Chris smiled as his sister started to walk to their house. Triddy was already into her room by the sound of his little feet tabing her window angrily. Chris grinned and pulled up the glass, smilling at the spider that was hissing at him. "Okay, okay, calm down." the boy mumbled and opened his small cage. "There." Triddy tabed the wood with his hairy foot and quickly ran to his cage. Chris smiled and looked at the time. He slightly shrugged as he rememberd they should have been heading to school by now. Good thing him and his sister both didn't care. As Chris put on a shirt and normall pants, he picked up his and his sisters bag and ran down the stairs, only to find his sister stuffiing her mouth with pancakes from yesterday morning.
"Come on. We're already late for school." Chris said as he grinned mockingly at her and ran out the door, grabbing a couple of pancakes himself and dragging his sister with a weird look on her face.
"But we haven't even ate." she mumled with a full mouth and took the bag in her hand, swallowing the food and growling at him slightly.
"So? Just get going." he said and ate a pancake himself before swinging his bag over his shoulder and running to the bus stop.

Words:
462
Notes:
Sorry if I messed up or something, I just have a huge headache
Outfit:
Adrianne, http://image.shutterstock.com/display_p ... 909905.jpg
Chris, http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQc ... c2l6ZQ.jpg

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Loralie:

The morning struck quickly. Too quickly. Lor let out a large yawn as she looked at the clock and moaned. 6 o'clock. Great, that was 4 compared to where she was from. She got up and walked over to her large mirror. Her face looked flawless like always. At least something was going well for her today. The first day of school. She shook her head as she walked over to the balcony view of the city she had. The bright lights were gorgeous, well, gorgeous was an understatement. It was absolutely brilliant. There were people rushing all through bthe street, which caused her to giggle slightly. Loralie walked over to the stand next to her bed and turned on her hot pink ihome, something her father was actually good for. He had spoiled her, and she managed to grab her 64 gig ipod, and ihome and barely make room for them on the trip. She turned on the music, Naturally by Selena Gomez turning on as she stepped into her bathroom and turned on the shower. Soon she found herself singing along with the words,
'You are the thunder, and I am the lightning'
She was tapping her foot on the bottom of the tub as she sang along.
'Everything comes naturally, it comes naturally'

~ <3 ~

Once she stepped out of the shower, she rung out her long brown hair and glanced at the clock. Cool, not it was 6:30, she would have pleanty of time to curl her hair. She looked over at the dress she had set out. She loved its dull green color. She always dressed up somewhat for the first day of school. She started to blowdry her hair now, with her towel rapped tightly around her. She turned on the flat iron as she put on the dress, and searched ehr closet for the perfect shoes. She finally found her grey pumps and put them on casually. She walked back over to where the armoir was, and finished curling her hair. Now, 30 minutes later, she threw her finally accesory in her hair. Her green headband. She looked it the mirror as she felt a small tear falling from her eye. She picked up her moms necklace and fastened it aorund her neck. She quickly wiped it away, took 10 minutes to apply her make-up and then went to the kitchen in her apartment as popped a baegal into the toaster.

((outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=18580228 ))

Damien:

The clock rang and Damien hit the top hard. Turning it on snooze, for about the 4th time this morning. Promising, that once again, on the next buzz her would get up. It seemed like only second later when ten more minutes passed and Damien found himself forcing his own self out of bed. He wiped his hand over his face and lazily walked down the hall to his bathroom, where he took about a five minute shower. The steam in the shower kept him moderately warm as he cleared a small opening in the steame dup mirror so her could see his reflection in the glass. He ran a hand through his brown hair in approval, and decided a spikey fohawk would be the way to go today.

He walked out of the bathroom and back into his room getting ready for his first day of college. He walked to his closet and pulled a nice blue pollo and dark blue half skinny jeans. he didn;t like the tight, don't let me breathe at all. Fitted jeans, but these ones would work nicely. He returned to sit on the edge of his bed as she started to style his hair up to where he got it to a point in the middle of his head back to front. He headed down stairs and started mixing together a pancake mix. He threw it on the stove and added bananas and strawberrys in. Damien got out the whipped cream, ready for a hearty, not exactly healthy breakfast of pancakes with milk. He loved breakfast. If he could, he would eat breakfast everytime of the day.

When it was finally ready, he stepped out onto his deck, enjoying the nice cool and crisp 7 o'clock weather, and the glares of of the people running by. He let out a small chuckle. He wasn't sure if he was ready for college yet, but there was no turning back now. he didn;t want to become an oil company owner, not exactly his thing. Sure radiology was a huge step down for the family, but the money his father was making could last about 5 lifetimes. Besides, Damien's younger brother wanted the riches, so he could knock himself out with that.

words: 790

Notes: blahh its early here

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Name:
Alexis White ((Lexi))
Age: (17- 20)
18
Gender:
Female
Crush: (Fill this out d; Its not a romance role play with out romance! <3)
Bryce Wolf Eltsin
Boyfriend/Girlfriend:
OPEN
Sexual Orientation:
Bi-Sexual.
Nationality:
American, Irish, Scottish.
Ethnicity:
Caucasian.
Religion:
Christian.
Personality: (100+)
She can be very sweet at heart, she also loves animals and loves to be outgoing. She never likest o be alone on a weekend or any other day. She doesn't have many friends sense she is so shy. She can also be crazy and hyper, sense she has ADHD but it is more fun when she is like this. She likes to help people out with there problems, also. She kind of gets picked on sense she is more different from today's stuff, she likes it more 80's. She likes to make her own fashion instead of following trends. She is very kind to her friends and will do anything to help them.
History: (100+)
Her mother was a druggie and her dad was a drinker. She always had to smell second-hand smoke, and everytime she went to school she got detention for smelling like she was smoking. She was always bullied up until the 4th grade, she finally couldn't take anymore and started a huge fight, and she won. After that Social Services should up and saw how her mom and dad were high, She didn't get very abused, only neglected. She now lives with her auntie, she has been living with her for about 5 years. She has very good health, and she is only 48.
Other:
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Image: (Realistic please)

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(( oh, really? Thanks freakislyesterday, I'll make sure not to count the song next time. VanillaTwilight, even though you put your username in red, you didn't read the rules. Look over them again. We may start officially now <3))

Xavier groaned, and tossed his head to the side, trying to make his hair go one way. When that failed, he searched the room for a brush of some sort. When he found one, he grinned, and started tugging at all the knots, and snarls, until it was perfectly smooth. Then, he combed it through one last time to make sure it was perfect. When he was done, Xavier put on a satisfied smile, and headed back into his bedroom. Now that that was done, he could pick out his clothes. Xavier walked over to his draws, and went through a large pile of unfolded shirts. When he finally saw one he liked, he put it on, and threw on some jeans and a black belt.

Having to live alone, Xavier didn’t have a mother to cook his meals for him. Luckily for Xavier, he was good at that. He was going to make pancakes. Simple, easy and quick to make. He looked around for the frying pan, and found it sitting on the counter top. He placed it on the stove, and turned it up to medium. Then, he got the already-made batter out of the fridge, and poured three small circles onto the pan. That should be enough. They didn’t take long to make anyway.

When they were done, Xavier took them out, and put them on a plate, then he found his favorite syrup, made specially in Quebec, and pretty much drowned the pancakes. Xavier laughed half-heartedly, then realized since he was the only one here, no one could laugh with him. He sighed, and looked out the window again, and noticed that the sun had finally come out. His eyebrows pulled together in confusion, and he checked the clock. When he saw what time it was, Xavier swore, and dropped his fork; It was 7:45, he had to be at school in fifteen minutes. Xavier wasn’t big on punctuation, but he hated being late for the first day of school. Or the first date, or meeting, or conference, whatever it
might be.


Jack smiled, as he pulled into the parking lot. He had pretty much wasted his entire summer, and it was now time to get serious. He was glad to be back at school. It wasn’t that he liked it, but he didn’t dislike it either. Jack just, didn’t mind it. It was his first day here, well, of this year. Jack was known around this school, he was sure he knew almost everyone’s name. Vice-versa. And that was a good thing for him. He got invited to almost all he parties, and had fun even if they were crappy. Jack assumed that people enjoyed having him there, considering he got labeled as ‘the crazy partier who drinks to much, but fun to get drunk with`’ well, he didn’t drink that much, it was just easy to get him high.

Jack opened his car door, and stepped outside. It was nice to have a cool breeze on a day like today; warm, with a cloudless sky. One of his favorites, one of everyone’s favorites. Who didn’t like a day with sun? Jack smiled brightly and, walked over to the schools entrance, and strolled in. The minute he did so, Jack felt eyes on his back. He turned around, and saw a group of his friends coming towards him, there eyes full of amusement. He called out to them, and received a wave in return. Then, they caught up with him, and started talking about the latest party coming up. Jack was confused. “At my house?” He asked questionably, starting to get annoyed that someone would saying such things. “Yeah, that’s what’s going around at least.” Said a voice somewhere in the crowd. Jack shrugged, he was fine with that. Now he had a party to plan. “So, when is it?” He asked Jake, one of his oldest friends. “Aren’t you supposed to know that?” Jack frowned, but decided to go along with it anyway. “I hope you invite her,” Jake said hopefully, pointing to a girl with white-blonde hair, and a mini skirt. Jack laughed; Jake wasn’t exactly a charmer when it came to women. He was tall, and extremely skinny. He had brown hair that was cut like he might’ve once been in the army. He was looking slightly pathetic right now.

WORDS:
743
NOTES:
I'll write about Dean next time d; And if anyone wants to count their words, this is a good words counter: Click!
OUTFIT:
For Xavier Click! For Jack: Click!

[PlasticPeach]

Carolina groaned as she stood up and rolled out of bed. It was 6 o’clock, too early for her liking. She was not the biggest fan of waking up early for school, especially considering the fact that it was the first day of school. She quickly took a shower and straightened her hair. It was usually naturally straight, but Lina felt it would a good idea, just in case. She hadn’t seen most of her classmates all summer, and wanted to make a good impression after a long summer. As she straightened her hair, she examined her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were bright, even without the makeup, and their green was even more pronounced by her tan from the time she spent on the South Coast of Italy with her mom. Lina finished with her hair and headed into her closet. She pulled out some black skinny jeans and a flowy faded red tank. It was her favorite shirt, and she loved wearing it. She secretly thought it was lucky, though she would never admit it to anyone.

Lina grabbed her bag and headed to the kitchen. She loved the penthouse apartment where she lived with her dad, but it was often too empty. Her dad had already left for work, leaving Lina alone, as the housekeeper did not show up until nine. By the time she was in the kitchen, it was already 7:30. She had taken longer than usual to get ready, but seeing as it was the first day of school, it was alright. She grabbed an apple for breakfast and stood at the kitchen counter, looking at the New York City traffic. She decided it would be simpler to walk to school, rather than get a taxi, and with that, she grabbed her stuff and headed downstairs, waving goodbye to the doorman as she left her building, and heading off towards school.

Words: 318
Notes: Sorry it took so long!
Outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/linas_outfit/set?id=18587667

[Mah Wolfie]

Adrianne smiled as the school appread in the horizon. As the cab stopped, Adrianne walked out of it slowly and looked around with her bag, swung across her shoulder. She smiled as her brother walked out of the car and sighted. "Well this isnice, isn't it?" he mumbled as he saw the big crowds of people. Chris enjoyed crowds, but now, since he was with his sister, he wasn't this confortable. Adrianne smiled as she knew that he was uncoftable. "Alright, I'll leave you alone." she said and waved to him as she walked over to her skater friends. The skater dudes where her idea of a nice hang out with friends. As they laughted, one of them mentioned a party. "Party, ha?" Adrianne grinned. "Sure,, I might drop by. At whos house?"she asked and turned her had to a boy with brown hair. "Him?" Adrianne lifted her eyebrow and slightly chuckled. "Fine, I'll see what I can do." she smiled and turned to her brother, who was hanging aroung with his friends and flirting around as always.

Words:
178
Notes:Sorry...Having a bad moment, I guesse