w a k e m e u p - semi-lit+ - new and open.

[sunflower.]

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Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends
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like my father's come to pass
seven years has gone so fast
wake me up when September ends
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here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
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as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends
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summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends
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ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when September ends
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here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
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as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when September ends
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Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when September ends
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like my father's come to pass
twenty years has gone so fast
wake me up when September ends
wake me up when September ends
wake me up when September ends

Paris.
Here, everything and everyone seems to be part of a never-ending dream; it is a wonderland that provides a magical experience to all its residents and visitors. Whether it is summer, winter, autumn, or spring, Paris will always stand proud and show off its glory to the rest of the earth. Some even say Paris is the heart of the world, and most love stories originate from the top of the famous and most-loved Eiffel Tower.
From all over the world, billions of people travel day by day, searching for that one perfect place to call home, and for that one perfect person to share it with for the rest of their lives. Whether they’re young, old, or in between, everyone has a heart and soul, and everyone has a need to be loved and cared for. Paris is only a pocket of the enormous universe, yet so many people call it home.
But, of course, we all know that no land can be fulfill such deeds to give us the experience of a prince or princess in a wonderland full of mystical things – creatures, people, places. Will reality enfold you and show you what the every-day-boring life has in store for you? Or will you experience the wonder of Paris and live with the treasures of life?

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Twelve privileged teenagers from different sides of this world are invited to a special month-long tour through the merry and magical city known as Paris. The tour is hosted in the month of September, when the autumn leaves sway to the ground under the guidance of the soft breeze, when the soft crunch of dried leaves under your feet as you walk illuminates all your maturity, when the freshness of the air lifts up your spirit and opens up a new sense of life from deep within your soul, and when hot chocolate and chicken soup become your top two needs again. In addition, these twelve teenagers – six lads and six lasses – will reside at the luxury five-star Hotel de Louvre throughout the month-long tour in Paris. Of course, not every day will be spent on the luxury bus to visit the places in Paris – no, the younglings will be allowed to enjoy themselves and have free time to do whatever they want, in between the days they travel through the city. There are so many places to explore, people to meet, things to experience; will you decide to make this city part of your heart and to enjoy it to the full? Will you make friends with the others, and even find that one person you have been seeking for all your life? Will you be able to make your dream a reality, or will real life and real circumstances strike you in the face?
Wake up – it is September.

[sunflower.]

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→ all of Tess’ rules and regulations apply ;;
’Nough said. If you do not abide these rules, you will be kicked out of the roleplay. I’m not being mean – I’m just being honest, and respecting the boundaries that have been set for the good of everyone and all the roleplays here on Chicken Smoothie. I expect you to do the same.

→ this is a semi-literate+ roleplay ;;
If you are not a semi-literate or literate roleplayer, please do not join this roleplay. You are welcome to read through the posts and follow the story-line, but please do not post. If you are a semi-literate to literate roleplayer, I would be thrilled to have you join my roleplay. Proper grammar, spelling, and punctuation is necessary, and I expect of you to write over at least four-hundred words per post. I would appreciate it if you even write more than that, but pay attention to the quality of your writing – to me, quality is more important than quantity. I understand writer’s block and the lack of muse, but using that as an excuse every time you post will just count against you; I will get agitated, and so will the other roleplayers. So beware.

→ the form and character necessities ;;
1. When it comes to posting a form on this topic, please contact me first before doing so. I would prefer if you reserve a character first so that I can send you an invitation to the ‘tour’, and from there you are allowed to post your form on the topic – but only if I accept you through a personal message. There are only eleven character slots open – excluding mine – so if you want a place in this roleplay, you better reserve a lad or lass before it’s too late. Also, you may reserve for characters that are not part of the tour – one character in the tour, and another not. If so, please keep the genders even, and let me know before you make a character that is outside the tour.
2. If you reserve a character and you do not send me your form (whether it's finished or not) within the next fourty-eight hours (two days), your reservation will expire and that spot will be opened up for someone else. You may send me a reservation with an unfinished form, and if you're accepted, you may post it on the thread. Once posted, you have time to finish your form until we start the role play. You may have up to two characters.
3. I do not have a form you can use, so what does that mean? … Use your own form! I would love to see your way of writing and how you express your creativity when it comes to a form. I would appreciate it if you also send me a writing sample along with your reservation of a character, so that I can know what you are capable of.
4. No Gary-sues or Mary-sues. We all know that perfect characters are just plain annoying.
5. Drama and romance is encouraged! Just don’t go overboard by letting your character die or something similar… always ask permission first before you post a huge turn in the story.

→ outside the roleplay ;;
1. Be nice to other roleplayers; you don’t want to be kicked out of the roleplay for your behavior. If you really have to argue, please do it over a personal message. Don’t spam the topic with unnecessary things.
2. Listen to the head moderator (me) and my assistant moderators. If you do not listen to us and do as we say, you will be kicked out of the roleplay without further notice. As I said, keep the topic cheerful and happy – I don’t want to get angry at something or someone.

→ September September ;;
Put the word ‘September’ in the ‘other’ section of your character’s form. That way, I will know you read the rules.

→ stay active ;;
One thing that gets me down to my core is when people join a roleplay and never post and never reply. PLEASE, I beg you, don’t join the roleplay and never post. If no one is interacting with your character, don’t be sad – there’s lots to do on your own! I would appreciate it if you post at least three times a week.

→ anything else ;;
I have the right to change the rules above, or even add more. Please abide by them – I will know if you do not.
Other than all that, enjoy yourself in this roleplay. c:

[sunflower.]

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→ the reservations ;;
owl, has reserved the last male character.

→ the lads ;;
Mouse. ;; Smith James Timothy Edwards ;; eighteen ;; single ;; page one & Brandon Tyler Cole ;; eighteen ;; single ;; page two.
l o n d o n. ;; Antoine Beauregard Romain Marcel ;; eighteen ;; single ;; page two.
waterfall. ;; Kaine Charlie Oliver McKenzi ;; nineteen ;; single ;; page three.

→ the lasses ;;
&& e t e r n i t y ;; Aeris Yve Cinder Belcourt ;; seventeen ;; single ;; WIP page one.
Flie ;; Sirius Holly Watson ;; seventeen ;; single ;; page one.
rose&& ;; Regan Noel Vella ;; eighteen ;; single ;; page one.
s t a t i c ;; Aiden Ellie Collins ;; eighteen ;; single ;; page one.
pegasus; ;; Mutt Shade ;; nineteen ;; single ;; page three.

→ the moderators ;;
I, && e t e r n i t y, am the head moderator.
s t a t i c is a helping moderator.
If I am in need of another moderator, I will inform you.

→ the lovers ;;
There are no lovers yet.

[sunflower.]

[sunflower.]

I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty
in the moonlight
overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne,
she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe I've been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time you'd let me know
What's real and going on below
But now you never show it to me do you?
Remember when I moved in you?
The holy dark was moving too
And every breath we drew was hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
It's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

in the winter, you will find me cuddled up on my bed beside my window with a steaming cup of hot chocolate in my hand and staring out of the window as the snow spirals down to the ground under guidance of the soft breeze.

in the spring, you will find me dancing under the pale blue sky, in the never-ending space of the luscious green fields filled with the scent of new life and the colorful sight of millions of daisies.

in the summer, you will find me reading my favourite book in the cool shade of an old oak tree, or see me daydreaming as I stare up at the promising sky that stretches out above me.

in the autumn, you will find me playing in the leaves like a young child, the crunching of the leaves under my feet along with the breeze through my hair making me feel like I never grew up to be the girl I am today.

t h e | n a m e ;;
Her name is Aeris Yve Cinder Belcourt, pronounced Ay-riss Eve Sin-der Bell-court.
“Bonjour! Or ‘hello’, in case you are not sure what I just said. Anyway, my name is Aeris Yve Cinder Belcourt. Yes, it is a very long and intricate name, so don’t hesitate calling me Aeris or Yve for short. Usually, when I introduce myself, I just say that my name is Yve Belcourt, due to the fact that I don’t fancy answering all kinds of questions about my long name, although I know there are many other girls out there with names that are even more complicated and harder to pronounce. But, having such an extraordinary name is not very likeable, you know; it kind of gets on my nerves from time to time, and people tend to tease me about having such a unique name. I wish I had a name similar to ‘Angelina’ or something like ‘Brittany’, because then I would fit in so much better and my life would be much easier – I’m sure. My father is an original Frenchman and he grew up in Paris. But, after he met and married my mother, they moved to the outskirts of England. In other words: I was born in England and grew up with girls who had the names that I would have wanted instead of the one that I have now. I know that extraordinary names are scarce, especially in England – but I don’t want to have one. That is why I gave myself the name ‘Yve’. Aeris Cinder Belcourt is my original name, but I added Yve to the already-long name so that people would be more comfortable whenever they use my name – for example, when they call me, or when they write it on paper. However, my name is spelled different than most people would think. Instead of being spelled ‘Eve’, it is spelled ‘Yve’ with a ‘y’. For some strange reason, I admire that tinge of uniqueness added to it when the ‘e’ is replaced with the ‘y’. Nevertheless, when someone calls me by my name, it doesn’t make much of a difference whether they call me Eve or Yve because it is pronounced exactly the same. It is only on paper where you would realize what the real difference is between the two names.
So, I would prefer if you decide to call me by the name Yve. As I have said before, I don’t always give out my full name, so if you don’t know that my real name is Aeris and you find out, I am sure that you are to be taken aback by it. But, in the end, you don’t have a difficult name which you don’t really like, so it’s not my problem if you are mad at me or not once you find out what my real name is.”
With an entirely French origin, Aeris is a little disappointed in her father for giving her a French name in an English country, despite the fact that she was a French girl; she was born and brought up in the outskirts of London, where English and only English was spoken. The young girl’s mother had the same name ‘Aeris’, and it had been passed down to her from her mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, and many other women in her family-tree who lived many centuries ago. That is another reason why she is not entirely fond of her name. Her second name, ‘Cinder’, had been given to her by her mother because of the girl’s hair color, because Cinderella had long, admirable blonde hair.
No one beside her father and her close friends know her real name. And, she knows, that she will definitely not name her young girl ‘Aeris’, one day, to pass the name down yet again. No, she won’t be as cruel as her mother and all the other women that have passed the name down to her.

t h e | b i r t h | f a c t s ;;
Fifteen years old; born on 29 February 1996; born in the outskirts of London.
“Strangely, I was born on the twenty-ninth of February in 1996, at exactly twelve o’clock. Yet another unique fact about me, I guess. Due to the inconvenient date of my birthday, I am not able to celebrate it on that specific day, every year because it is obviously the extra day of the leap year every four years. Fortunately, I have the choice to celebrate my birthday on either the twenty-eighth of February, or the first of March for three years in a row, until it is a leap year again. I decide on which date I want to have my birthday, and it always depends on when I feel like getting older, and when not. Most times, I choose the first of March, so that I can do something special on that last day before my birthday, so that I can still feel young. I suppose everyone should do it – not all people have a day taken away from their age for the years in a row. In addition, I am fifteen years old right now. Yes, I’m still very young. Due to the fact that 2013 is not a leap year, I will be turning sixteen on either the twenty-eighth of February, or the first of March. In total, I have only had five birthdays in that were on the twenty-ninth of February, and therefore I am technically just five years old. But, you know we all get older without any effort, so I have no say in whether I age or not. My friends always tease me because I’m the younger one in the group – and obviously the one with the weird name – but despite that, they are all jealous of the fact that my birthday is on the twenty-ninth of February. I know it sounds exciting to other but, but I don’t fancy it that much – I will never, in my whole life, have a real birthday and birth date that would occur on the same day, every year. So, I guess I’m stuck on this one. I may have the ability to change my name, but I just wish I had the ability to change my birthday to a more convenient date.”

t h e | l o o k ;;
Long blonde hair; brown eyes; slim and slender; tall; fit; no unnatural markings.
“Depending on what type of person you are – on the inside and on the outside – I cannot explain what you will first see when you look at me. But, first of all, I will be able to tell you that a few people whom I have met before thought I was older than what I really am. Some said I look seventeen, some said I look eighteen – one person even assumed I was in my early twenties. But, little did they know. I suppose they were thinking that I am older than fifteen because I am tall for my age – I stand at five feet and eleven inches. My dad is afraid that I will be taller than him by the time I turn eighteen, but I am positive that I have stopped growing now. I hope I have; I don’t want to embarrass anyone once they meet me and find out what my real age is, especially not if they are older than me, which is usually the case. And, I wouldn’t want to have to look down at my boyfriend, if I ever get one in the future.

t h e | b i r t h | f a c t s ;;
Sixteen years old; born on 1 April 1994; born in the outskirts of London.

t h e | b i r t h | f a c t s ;;
Sixteen years old; born on 1 April 1994; born in the outskirts of London.

t h e | b i r t h | f a c t s ;;
Sixteen years old; born on 1 April 1994; born in the outskirts of London.

t h e | b i r t h | f a c t s ;;
Sixteen years old; born on 1 April 1994; born in the outskirts of London.

t h e | b i r t h | f a c t s ;;
Sixteen years old; born on 1 April 1994; born in the outskirts of London.

Huge work in progress. I apologize. =/

[flie]

|ｔｈａｔ'ｓ ｗｈｙ ｉｔ'ｓ ｃａｌｌｅｄ "ｆａｌｌｉｎｇ" ｉｎ ｌｏｖｅ,
|ｃａｕｓｅ ｙｏｕ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｆｏｒｃｅ ｙｏｕｒｓｅｌｆ ｔｏ ｆａｌｌ,
|ｙｏｕ ｊｕｓｔ ｄｏ.

name sirius holly watson. This spunky girl's full name is Sirius Holly Watson. Her Greek name means "sparkling star" or "bright." Sirius hates her name because it is so strange and is usually a boy's name. When her teachers read her name for attendance, they are always prepared for a husky, male voice to answer then. Sirius wishes that she could have a more common name, such as Claire or Dylan. She believes that her name does not suit her and wishes that her parents had given her a better name. When she gets older, she wants to name her kids Kerrington or Aaron. She refuses to give her children strange names such as her own. When Sirius becomes eighteen, she will try to change her name. Even though her birthday is coming up, she still doesn't know what name she should chose. She still stuck on whether she should be named Anna or Emma.

nicknames shortie. Sirius has recently been labeled as a shortie among her friends This is to be expected since she is the smallest of the group, measuring five foot eight. She is also called midget, elf, ant, and sometimes even pipsqueak.

birthday & age april 2, 1994 - 17 Sirius was born April, 2, 1994; she is currently seventeen years old. She was born in a small, run-down hospital in Monroeville, Alabama. She was delivered two weeks earlier than her estimated date, which caused her parents to rush to the nearest hospital while traveling to her uncle's house. She was born at 7:29 P.M. and always makes a wish on her birthday at that exact time.

gender female. This seventeen year old is clearly a female and that will never change. Though Sirius doesn't always enjoy being a female, she'd rather be one than a male. Males have it tougher, in her opinion, since they are usually clueless and picked on more often than females. Females have always been treated better than males, though Sirius doesn't appreciate the special treatment they get. "Ladies first" doesn't flow with Sirius. What if there was a disabled old man in a wheelchair, a male adult, and a teenage girl. Who should go first? Of course, the elder should.

blood type ab. Sirius has AB blood.

hair long, brown, split-ends. Three words to describe Sirius's hair are long, soft, and light. Her hair reaches to the top of her rib cage. Some people call it "mermaid hair" because it covers up certain parts and looks similar to how a mermaid wears her hair. Sirius has extremely out grown bangs that now sit to the side, blending in with the rest of her hair. If she takes her bangs and puts them in her face, the whole right side of her face is covered, nothing showing through the dark hair. She can also take both sides of the front of her hair and put them in front of her face, making her face look like the back of her head, or like Cousin Itt from the Addams Family. Sirius has very light hair for a brunette, the color being similar to burnt caramel. She hates flashes from cameras because they make everything darker, including her hair. Her hair is thick, smooth, and I'm not going to lie to you, she usually has split ends.

eyes green-grey. If you see Sirius's eyes, you would think she was wearing contacts. Her eyes are a light shade of green, nearly grey. Her eyelashes are long, dark, and thick. She barely ever wears mascara due to her full eye lashes.

skin tone mildly pale. Sirius's skin tone is surprisingly pale. She is rarely tan because she doesn't like the beach as much as most of her friends since she gets sunburned easily.

height & weight 5'8 - 147 lbs. This teenager is five foot eight and weighs one-hundred-and-forty-seven pounds.

style H&M. Her style is somewhat difficult to explain. If she wears something frilly and girly, she will usually have a dog tag necklace or a thick bracelet. If she wears something like a sweat shirt or a black tee, she would always add something girly like an anklet or a beautiful pair of earrings. She has her ear lobs pierced and that's it. Her style, as you could describe it, isn't girly nor tomboy-ish. If this helps, she gets most of my clothes from Target, Forever 21, Charlotte Russe, and H&M.

personality shy but outgoing. Sirius will often joke, prank, and tease from time to time and doesn't realsize that she is hurting someone's feelings. Sirius is capable of becoming drunk while dancing, for ballet is her passion. Yes, being a singer and songwriter has always been her dream, also novelist and photographer, but ballet is something a little bit more than those things. She feels as if she can do something with her dancing career, whereas her other fantasies are ones most people think of at the age of three. Last summer, Sirius had applied to Juilliard, the top dancing school. Sirius will probably take some classes in music, for singing, but her top priority will be dancing. But, sadly to say, her audition wasn't her best performance yet. She fumbled a couple of times, stomped too hard, and forgot some steps. You see, Sirius has never been the type of girl to work well under pressure. Her nerves get messed up and she can't control herself. She tries to calm down and to not be so nervous, but it never works. When she performs, she is usually cooled and just flows, but since she was applying for the school she had always dreamed of, she messed up. Big time. Fortunately, the judges had agreed to let her try once again, since they saw potential in her, but she will have to stay a year longer than she planned - if she makes it in. Sirius is, well, a serious person. Though she can be a wild child and can match her hyperness up to a five year old boy's, she can be a complete mom. If she saw something she didn't agree to, she will either stop it or glare from a distance. Basically, she's spicy. She can be kind, joyful, and very easy to talk to, well, unless you get on her bad side. Once you get her ticked... let's just say you won't like it. Sirius is a, believe it or not, modest and shy person. Once flattered or encountered, she will try her best to avoid eye contact and will speak in a voice quieter than a mouse. Once you get to know her, and once she grows to be comfortable with you, Sirius becomes a creepy, hyper, idiot. Caution; Sirius can be very annoying and will beg for many things. Though she can be shy, this girl is very strong-willed and never gives up. She will make sure she achieves everything she wishes to, no matter what it takes. If you ever hear her say that she quits, slap her across the face and tell her that she never quits. Tell her that she is only a winner, even if she looses. She needs a pep-talk once in a while. This child is scared of herself and others. She is always worrying about how people see her or what they think of her. Ever since she was bullied in second grade, all the way to tenth, she has been afraid. "What if they are talking about me," "am I too weird for them," and "why don't they like me," are few of the phrases that always stay in her mind. She tends to lock herself up when she is upset and acts like everything is okay. She hides behind a beautiful smile and kind act while she is actually screaming on the inside.

mother drug addict. Sirius's mother's name was Teresa. Her maiden name was Filton and she had very wavy hair that was close to black. She was a kind and cherishing mother who knew exactly what to do in any situation. Her mother had two brothers, one two years older and one five years younger than her. She also had an older step-sister who was seven years older than her and was her step-father's child. Her mother's father died when she was little and grew up with her step-father and step-sister as if they were her blood relatives. Sirius's mother became very stressed after her and her husband had but been fired from their minimum wage jobs. Everything took a downfall from there. Her mother became addicted to drugs and alcohol. Hitting Sirius was a daily event and she would even occasionally hit her lover, Sirius's father. When Sirius was only eight years old, her mother walked out on her and her father.

father car accident. Her father's name was Eric and he was a very busy man. He was the CEO of his father's company and always came home late. Sirius would only see him in the mornings and sometimes in the afternoons. Her father had light brown hair that was a caramel color that was straight and business-like. He had one sister who was twelve years younger than him. She barely ever saw her. Sirius was left with her father after her mother had abandoned the two. The relationship between the two grew closer and closer until the day before Sirius's thirteenth birthday, May 26, 1999. On that day her father died during a car accident while attempting to pick up Sirius's birthday present at the post office.

relationship status single & not looking. Sirius has been single her whole life, if you don't count the one minute relationship with Jackson Tucker during kindergarten. She enjoys being single and loves to have the freedom of liking who she wants to like, though not many catch her eye. Though she envies couples she sees on the streets, she thinks that it will be best for her to grow up into a cat-woman. Whenever someone tells her to hook up with someone, she simply says no and walks away before the other person can reply.

love interest no one. Sirius has yet to find the right guy, and doesn't plan on ever doing so.

sexual orientation straight. Sirius has never had any interests in females, and she has had many interactions with homo-sexual females; not sexual interactions. The other party were just flirting with her and she kindly stated her sexual preference. So, to sum it all up, Sirius is straight.

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[ship]

ｉｍ ＴＨＥ ＬＯＲＡＸ ａｎｄ ｉ ｓｐｅａｋ ｆｏｒ ＴＨＥ ＴＲＥＥＳ
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"Do you dream that the world
will know your name,
So tell me your name"

ɴame Hello, is this a job interview or something? It is a pleasure to meet you anyway. In case you are wondering, my name is Regan Noel Vella. Sounds like a pilots name to me... I mean seriously ever heard of a spy or a plots name, Vella? Despite how much I enjoy coming up with a list of names that show why I despise my name, I am guessing that you would like to hear at least one reason why I actually like it, so I will grant your wish. Regan is probably some girls dream name, so I won't take it for granted... That much. Fortunately, I do not have a common name, and it is very unique. Sometimes, unique is another way of saying weird, but not in this case. I would hate to be one of those kids that have to be labeled if there is more than one Regan in my class... Overall, Regan is a wonderful name that I do not take for granted, but any name is so much better. If you would like me to talk to you, call me Reg for short. But I don't even know who you are... So.. Don't stalk me.

"I wanna sunburn just
to know that I'm alive,
To know I'm alive"

aɢe As for my age, I am in my late eighteens. I skipped a grade, yes, I am so talented arent I? But anyway, I have always been the youngest compared to my people in my new grade, considering the fact that most seniors are at least eighteen or nineteen. But since you are SO curious, I just will turn nineteen on December 13th. Being eighteen, I am quite happy driving and living my life, although I sometimes wish I could be twenty or twenty one and have the benefits that come with it. But, hey, atleast I don't have to drive illegally anymore...

"Don't tell me if I'm dying,
Cause I don't wanna know,
If I can't see the sun,
Maybe I should go,"

ɢeɴdeʀ Since you are clearly blind, or stupid, I will gladly tell you that I am a girl. Luckily, I am not usually confused with a guy, and I would be freaked out if someone came up to me, like you, and ask what my gender was. Well let's just hope the doctor wasn't blind as well. I have long natural curly, brown hair, so like 0% of boys have that... I'm not sure if boys wear make up, well I haven't seen one wear some yet... so yeah. To make everything more simple for your poor brain, I'm a female, girl, woman, etc.

"Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming,
Of angels on the moon,
Where everyone you know,
Never leaves too soon "

descʀɪptɪoɴ I am a normal girl with average looks... and average everything else mostly. I could be considered beautiful, but certainly, I could never stand out when compared to almost any other girl. Honestly, I might think lowly of myself, but oh well. If you are blind, one again, I will describe myself to you. I am 5'7, which is the average height of a normal girl, but I am not satisfied with my height. I wish I could be a little taller, you know, just incase... As for my weight... I am not sure.
The last time I checked was at school a couple weeks ago, during a health screaning, and it was calculated to be about 98 pounds. I am skinny, my mom and dad think that I am either starving myself, or one of those girls who just DON'T gain anything...

For my hair, it is a brownish redish that is shiny, because I take care of it and never have dyed it. But depending on the lighting and
if my hair is wet, it can be a bit darker. Under the sunlight, though, it appears to be a mixture of red and a really light chocolate brown, which could be considered an ambrose effect, but I dyed it so... Besides the color, it is curly, my friend almost hate me for it, haha, which I like to often tease them. Fortunately, it is low maintenance that I do not take for granted... Anyway, I really like my eyes though, alot of people think they're contacts, but they're not. The reason why is because there an olive green mixed a little with brown.

"Do you believe in the
day that you were born,
Tell me do you believe,"

ʙodʏ modɪғɪcatɪoɴs I got my ears pierced when I was eight, so I wear earrings sometimes. Besides my piercings, I have no tattoos nor I am planning to get any. I have nothing against people with tattoos, but I think I could never pull one off. I have heard they hurt like h*ll when the person is putting them on, or if you touch it after words. Anyway, I doubt tattoos would really fit me. But... I can't be talked though, I have a belly button piercing, and an eyebrow piercing. But I barely ear both of them.

"And do you know that every
day's the first of the rest
of your life, "

peʀsoɴaʟɪtʏ Well, this might be hard to explain my whole personality, but I will give you a brief glimpse into my life.
I am smart, but I am not one of those geeks who solve match problems for fun, Infact, I hate math. Alot.
I am not involved in any academic programs, such as math club or the chess club, for school or anywhere else.
In fact, I do not even really enjoy school in general. I don't skip though, my father would beat the living- um
yeah I just really don't like alot of things, but I am not negative, atleast I don't think I am. I hate those people.
Some of it has its good parts, but most of the time, I do not put much effort into it. I prefer to slouch in my
seat and doodle like a child. When I am tired, I might even sleep in library when the teacher is REALLY
hopefully not watching. Anyway, the reason I am called smart, intelligent, you name it, is because I am the
student that has an A or A+ in every class, and I am evidently quite talented when it comes to academics. Even
thought I hate it, even the word. My parents noticed I was smarter than the other children, they were both
teachers, my mom was a college teacher, my dad was a high school teacher, so they gave me their share.

Everyone calls me quiet, everyone. I honestly do not know why... Okay, I know why. I was never really
born as a loud and outgoing girl unlike most of my girl in my grade. Not being able to keep conversations
going is another fault of mine, too. I guess you would call me awkward, I'm just not that socially convenient.
I would rather be winning my soccer games than picking a fight with some nitty girl half my size, I just savior my time.
Although I am proud of my self confidence, I do have the courage to stand up for myself. However, I have no
problem standing up for others, and I can have a sharp tongue in that case. Overall, I am a quiet girl, who can
be loud, boisterous, or angry when necessary. Plus, being shy and reserved defines me in a way, so if you cannot
accept that, then just stop reading.

Eh, I can be carefree and fun at times, but that is usually rare. Anyway, sometimes, I can be spirited and laugh a
lot. Things rarely get to me, and it is actually quite hard to make me unhappy. It is almost impossible to see me
not relaxed since I love to just lay back and just enjoy the joyous adventure of life without regrets. I guess, that
could be considered being lazy, but I prefer to think of that as being more laid-back. Plus, I can be a little careless
at times by not worrying about a lot of things. When I was younger, I remember touching a blazing flame from my
fireplace because the thought of the fire being able to harm me did not even occur. On the upside, there is the
benefit of not being scared of many things such as rollercoasters and being able to laugh and smile whenever I
want.

"This is to New York City angels,
And the rivers of our blood,
This is to all of us,
To all of us, "

ʀeʟatɪoɴsʜɪps My love life? I had really hoped it would not come to this... Sorry ladies, but I am straight and will probably never change. As for my crush, I don't think so son. Isn't that
so cute? I would like to keep my grades up actually... I am, however, single.

"So don't tell me if I'm dying,
Cause I don't wanna know,
If I can't see the sun,
Maybe I should go, "

otʜeʀ
I don't think there's much to say except I have a dog. His name is Spark, he is a pitbull if you know your breeds. He was given to me by my uncle. I have a cat as well, she is a cutey, and her name is Leah. And then, my awesome phone. It's a black Iphone but it has a Lelo and Stitch case.

[haadez_]

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S.M.I.T.H.Y
J.A.M.E.S
T.I.M.I.T.H.Y
E.D.W.A.R.D.S

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My name is Smith James Timothy Edwards. I was named after my mother's father James, and I got my dad's last name of Edwards. I'm not sure why I was named after my others dad, I hated him. He was rude, and ignored me half the time. My mom must have done it because she wanted to get approval from him. I go by Smith or Smithy, mostly Smithy I prefer it. I am 18 and I was born on December 9th, 1994. I don't like having my birthday in the Christmas month. Normally I'd celebrate my birthday on Christmas, and it sucks. I'm a male, a dude, a guy, a gentleman, a boy. You can call me any of those but I'm defiantly male, or at least I was last time I checked.

My mom died when I was 8 years old, and my dad died when I was 10. I then went to an orphanage. I got adopted when I was 12 and I still live with my adoptive parents. I have 3 "sisters" and they suck! There always hogging the bathroom, and fighting and yelling. I'm planning on moving out when I'm 19. I was born in Dallas, Texas and lived there till my dad died so I have a bit of a country accent. It's dissapering slightly, and I'm glad. Having a country accent doesn't fit me. I don't look like I'd have one and I hate it anyways. My "sisters" names are, Vicky, she's 17, Kris she's 19, and Keya, shes 12. My adoptive mom's name is Trish Countwell, and my adoptive dads name is Mark Countwell. There a really nice family and there rich to, I got a $600 dollar skateboard for my 17th birthday. My sister's are pretty, Keya and Kris look so much alike, with there blonde hair, place skin, and grey eyes. Vicky has black hair which she gets from there dad, and blue eyes. she quite place as well.

I have brown shaggy, somewhat wild hair. all I have to do is run a hand threw it and it looks fine. I almost always have a hat on or a hood on so it normally doesn't bug me. Half the time I don't care how my hair looks, but girls do, and if it's all messed up, my friend Zernica will fix it and give me this speech about how I should care about how I look. But anyways, I have blue-grey eyes that change colors with whatever I'm wearing and my mood. they go from a more grey color to a darker blue color. I have a ring of yellow in the middle of my eyes that highlight the coloring of my eyes. I am a skinny guy, I weigh about 137 pounds, and I've never gone over 140 pounds, no matter what and how much I eat. My shoulders aren't to bulky like some guys, and I'm quite tall. I'm 6 feet 4 inches tall, a fairly tall height. I'm a bit on the paler side, I can never really get tan, trust me, I've tried. The sun rays just seem to bounce off my skin not tanning me one bit. I normally wear skinny jeans, and they look baggy on me, I also have a keep calm and Broney on jacket that I wear all of the time. I have black studded high top shoes, not a girly studding but more like spikes.

I'm more of a loner then anything. I like to be alone, and I tend to listen to music and skateboard when no one's around. When around people I fidget a lot and its hard to stay still especially when there looking at me. I get nervous easily and when I'm nervous I stammer and studder when I speak, like I'm shivering. I'm a fun guy once you get to know me, I'm a bit of a joker When I'm around my friends. We mess around and play pranks on each other and spend the day watching t.v. and feasting on junk food and candy. I always practice skateboarding at least 2 hours a day, because I'm planning on going to Hawaii and entering some skating competitions. Im a charming guy I guess. I respect girls and I'm never rude to them. girls tend to flirt with me and hangout with me often. I'm not much of a flirt unless I honestly like you, I won't flirt with you. I'm not a player, I only date girls who are pretty, and kind, not stuck up and prissy. I'm often silent for hours at a time, mostly because I'm thinking. I'm not the brightest bulb in the box, but I guess I am smart. I get B' s and C' s most of the time. I've never gotten an A on my report card before. Im not the sporty type, I don't play any sports beside my skateboarding. I do draw, a lot, almost when ever I'm bored, which is half the time I'm at school. I'm actually a great drawer, I can capture even the smallest detail, and I can draw almost anything as long as I can look at it, or picture it. I don't do well under stress, and I tend to shake when I get stressed and I look like I'm having a seizure, but don't worry I'm not. I don't get scared easily, if you jump out and try to scare me, I will punch you till you're mush, and it will be you're fault because I didn't ask for you to jump out at me. Other then that I'm a peaceful guy that minds his own business, most of the time that is.

I'm single, duh. no girls at my school are worthy of this. joking, I just haven't meet the girl I want to date. I just want a funny, kind, caring, pretty girl that's not all stuck up ans understands me. I've never hit a girl before, but I have been cheated on, and let me tell you it sucks. I tend to spend a ton of money on my girlfriends, and I treat them well. but I've learned that most girls are just in it for the money and stuff, which is why I haven't dated a girl for a few months. I want to see what it feels like to be love.

[sunflower.]

Hey, people - I apologise for not being able to finish my form yet, and for not sending you the invitation yet.. But as it says in the 'i n f o r m a t i o n', I need a moderator. Things this side are quite busy, and I don't have time for everything.
And then again, we need members for this thread. Could you guys perhaps invite a few friends whom you know are semi-literate+, please?

Thanks, and happy belated new year. xD

&& e t e r n i t y }]

[breeze']

❝ＹＯＵ ＫＮＯＷ ＹＯＵ'ＲＥ ＩＮ ＬＯＶＥ ＷＨＥＮ ＹＯＵ ＣＡＮ'Ｔ ＦＡＬＬ ＡＳＬＥＥＰ
ＢＥＣＡＵＳＥ ＲＥＡＬＩＴＹ ＩＳ ＦＩＮＡＬＬＹ ＢＥＴＴＥＲ ＴＨＡＮ ＹＯＵＲ ＤＲＥＡＭＳ❞

ｉ ｃａｎ ｂｅａｔ ｔｈｅ ｎｉｇｈｔ，
ｉ’ｍ ｎｏｔ ａｆｒａｉｄ ｏｆ ｔｈｕｎｄｅｒ
ｉ ａｍ ｆｕｌｌ ｏｆ ｌｉｇｈｔ，
ｉ ａｍ ｆｕｌｌ ｏｆ ｗｏｎｄｅｒ
ｗｏａｈ， ｏｈ ｉ ａｉｎ'ｔ ｆａｌｌｉｎｇ ｕｎｄｅｒ
ｗｏａｈ， ｏｈ ｉ ａｍ ｆｕｌｌ ｏｆ ｗｏｎｄｅｒ
ｔｈｏｕｇｈ ｏｕｒ ｆｅｅｔ ｍｉｇｈｔ ａｃｈｅ，
ｔｈｅ ｗｏｒｌｄ’ｓ ｕｐｏｎ ｏｕｒ ｓｈｏｕｌｄｅｒｓ
ｎｏ ｗａｙ ｗｅ ｇｏｉｎ’ ｂｒｅａｋ，
‘ｃｏｓ ｗｅ ａｒｅ ｆｕｌｌ ｏｆ ｗｏｎｄｅｒ

✦--- ｉ ｃａｎ ｂｅａｔ

name;; Aiden Ellie Collins.
pronounced;; Aye-den ell-ee coll-ins/color]
age;; [color=grey]Aiden is 18 years old. Her birthday
is the 6th of July.
gender;; She is Female.
sexuality;; Straight; she is defiantly heterosexual.

✦--- ｔｈｅ ｎｉｇｈｔ．

hair;; her hair is a mousy brown color,
it falls below her shoulder blade quite thin
and very straight. Appose to the meek brown
color her root are a darker brown though. It
frames her face. Perfect for her.
height;; she stands at 5 feet and 7 inches.
weight;; she weights about 100 and twenty pounds.
120 lbs.
skin;; she is pale; unusually so for a girl her age...
Being from Ireland the sun is often non-existent.
So the rare sun she got was soaked up.

✦--- ｉ'ｍ ｎｏｔ ａｆｒａｉｄ.

fears;; Aiden is deathly afraid of sharks
everything about them, she has nightmares
about being eaten alive! She also has a weird
phobia of nail varnish. She cant stand the stuff.
habits;; she has a habit of biting her nails too
much so they are just stumps. She also is
fiercely protective over friends and family.
A bad habit is she can easily jump to conclusions.
good traits;; Aiden is generally bad ass, she is
protective and closed too.
bad traits;; Aiden has a problem with sarcasm and
sometimes it comes out mean. She is sometimes
un-reliable and can be timid in new situations...
big secret;; She has a secret. Well the reason they
had to move from Ireland is because her brother
killed a man. Yes. Before he went to jail he
threatened her. 'I will kill you.' he said. So they moved.
Leaving Noah back in Ireland; rotting in a jail...
dreams;; Aiden dreams to move back too Ireland
to be back in her hometown. She dreams about
becoming a professional daredevil as well...

✦--- ｏｆ ｔｈｕｎｄｅｒ．

farther;; Her farther's name is Daniel Chad
Smith, most people call him Dan or Danny though.
mother;; Aiden's mother is named Jenifer Harriet
Smith- everybody either calls her Jen or Jenny...
brother;; Her brother; Noah. Noah Alex Smith. He
killed a innocent man; because he thought that he
had beaten up Aiden- he hadn't. But Noah went
to jail; before he went though he blames Aiden-
he threatened her life. That's when they moved!
pets;; She has a pussy cat called Noah. Yes,
the same name as her physio brother...

ＥＡＲＬＹ ＤＡＹＳ．．．
«green eyed sweetie...»
The horizon seemed to stretch the whole length of the earth; a day so bright and so perfect that the birds couldn't stop screeching. No. That wasn't the screeching; the noise was coming from a woman; not a woman a young adult. The girl not yet taken the right of passage; she was still naive and yet to experience the harsh world. The young adult was screaming- a painful sound, the boy next too her was only just turned 21 and this was not part of his life plan; this was not what he expected. But not matter what was expected- reality is harsh and the pair were beginning to realize this. The boy and girl had just lost their apartment because they couldn't afford the pay and they were now living with the girls parents. Tears streamed down the face of the girl as she gave that final push. The strangled breathing of the girl slowed and all the boy could hear was the shuffling of the doctors feet as they took the baby girl away. The woman smiled at the man. Through the pain they had managed to create something beautiful; love. The pain tears turned into happy tears; the girl was gone and in her place was a mother- a woman. The boy in the chair with the broken finger just stared lovingly into the mothers eyes he was a farther now. Sure they were going to be ridiculed and teased; they were hardly old enough the have a baby nor were they financially in the right position. The man only 21 and the woman only 20, but they were in love- nothing else mattered. The woman finally noticed the man trying to move his hand out of hers and she realized him from her vice. ''Daniel are you okay?'' she questioned. ''I think... You broke my finger.'' he replied. Then they began to laugh. She was in pain. He was in pain. But their baby girl was just a room away. Daniel looked up and noticed that his girlfriend was asleep. He stood up and began to walk around the hospital- the quaint little hallways made the hospital look small; well the hospital WAS small. Daniel found himself wandering into kids playroom- the toy bricks and Lego reserved for ill children; but he found what he was looking for. A small keyboard. He sat down on the small seat and began to play. His gruff voice singing don't stop believing. ''Streetlights people...'' A sweet voice joined in at the end. ''I love you Jen."

❝ＬＩＦＥ ＩＳ ＬＩＫＥ Ａ ＰＩＡＮＯ． ＷＨＡＴ ＹＯＵ ＧＥＴ ＯＵＴ ＯＦ ＩＴ
ＤＥＰＥＮＤＳ ＯＮ ＨＯＷ ＹＯＵ ＰＬＡＹ ＩＴ．．．❞

❝ＷＩＴＨＯＵＴ Ａ ＰＩＡＮＯ Ｉ ＤＯＮ'Ｔ ＫＮＯＷ ＨＯＷ ＴＯ ＳＴＡＮＤ，
ＤＯＮ'Ｔ ＫＮＯＷ ＷＨＡＴ ＴＯ ＤＯ ＷＩＴＨ ＭＹ ＨＡＮＤＳ． ❞

ｗｏａｈ， ｏｈ ｗｅ ａｉｎ'ｔ ｆａｌｌｉｎｇ ｕｎｄｅｒ
ｗｏａｈ， ｏｈ ｗｅ ａｒｅ ｆｕｌｌ ｏｆ ｗｏｎｄｅｒ
ｔｈｉｓ ｌｉｇｈｔ ｉｓ ｃｏｎｔａｇｉｏｕｓ，
ｇｏ， ｇｏ ｔｅｌｌ ｙｏｕｒ ｎｅｉｇｈｂｏｒｓ
ｊｕｓｔ ｒｅａｃｈ ｏｕｔ ａｎｄ ｐａｓｓ ｉｔ ｏｎ
ｔｈｉｓ ｌｉｇｈｔ ｉｓ ｃｏｎｔａｇｉｏｕｓ，
ｇｏ， ｇｏ ｔｅｌｌ ｙｏｕｒ ｎｅｉｇｈｂｏｕｒｓ
ｊｕｓｔ ｒｅａｃｈ ｏｕｔ
ａｎｄ ｐａｓｓ ｉｔ ｏｎ ｏｏｈ ｙｅａｈ．

✧ --- ｓｅｖｅｎ ｎａｔｉｏｎ ａｒｍｙ．
I'm Gonna fight 'em Off
A Seven Nation Army couldn't hold me back
They're Gonna Rip it off
Taking there Time right behind my back
And I'm Talking to myself at night
because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
behind a cigarette
And the message coming from my eye
says leave it alone
-
Don't want to hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone Knows about it
From the Queen of England To the Hounds of Hell
And if I catch ya coming back my way
I'm gonna Sell it to you
And that ain't what you want to hear
but that's what I'll do
-
And the feeling coming from my bones
says find a home
I'm going to Witchita
Far from this opera for evermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
-
And I'm Bleeding, and I'm Bleeding, and I'm Bleeding.
Right before the Lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
and I will sing no more
And the stings coming from my blood
tell me go back home

ＡＦＴＥＲＷＡＲＤＳ．．．
«created afterwards...»
The baby was born and it still didn't have a name. The parents debated and argued over the name of their little girl... So many different names shouted at each other casing arguments and curse words to be spat. The un-named little girl just sat and watched with wide eyes. ''What about Melody?'' her mother would ask and the farther would reply with another name... ''Hannah? Gabby? Penny?'' he would question. The mother replying with a stiff shake of the head. At this rate the girl would never be named! The parents were too busy arguing to notice that their little girl had begun to clap her chubby little hands and gurgle with happiness. Mickey Mouse was currently explaining to the audience about his club house and asking whether you wanted to go in; in a very annoying voice. The absorbed parents finally noticed. ''Aiden. She should be Aiden.' Jenny laughed, Daniel nodded his approval and the strange pair began to prance around the hospital. How did the second name Ellie come to be? Well the parents pranced straight into the cancer ward- there was a little girl named Ellie. Ellie smiled at the two new parents and waved laughing at their stupidity. Jenny and Daniel stopped dancing and waved back at the small child; they came closer to the ill child and sat down on the chairs near the bed. ''How are you sweety?'' Jenny asked a kind smile on her face. She knew that this kid was very ill; she could tell. ''I've been better...'' Ellie replied. How old was she 12? 13? 14? No older. ''Things will get better.'' Daniel said with a small smile, he doubted himself though, the small girl did not look well. Jen felt a little green; not long ago she was this girls age, what if she was in her place? Jenny was about to say something comforting but she heard a baby crying- it was Aiden! ''Bye Ellie you have a good rest.'' Daniel said before jogging back to the other room. ''Stay strong...'' Jen said before walking away. She felt the tears in her eyes. ''Dan. Ellie. Her middle name will be Ellie.'' Jen confirmed. ''Yes. Yes it will.'' he replied before picking up little Aiden Ellie.

❝ＤＯＮ'Ｔ ＣＲＹ ＢＥＣＡＵＳＥ ＩＴ'Ｓ ＯＶＥＲ． ＳＭＩＬＥ ＢＥＣＡＵＳＥ
ＩＴ ＨＡＰＰＥＮＥＤ❞

❝ＬＯＶＥ ＩＳ Ａ ＰＩＡＮＯ ＤＲＯＰＰＥＤ ＦＲＯＭ Ａ ＦＯＵＲＴＨ ＳＴＯＲＹ ＷＩＮＤＯＷ，
ＡＮＤ ＹＯＵ ＷＥＲＥ ＩＮ ＴＨＥ ＷＲＯＮＧ ＰＬＡＣＥ ＡＴ ＴＨＥ ＷＲＯＮＧ ＴＩＭＥ．❞

ｉ ｇｕｅｓｓ ｉｔ'ｓ ｆｕｎｎｉｅｒ ｆｒｏｍ
ｗｈｅｒｅ ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ｓｔａｎｄｉｎｇ
'ｃａｕｓｅ ｆｒｏｍ ｏｖｅｒ ｈｅｒｅ
ｉ'ｖｅ ｍｉｓｓｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｊｏｋｅ
ｃｌｅａｒｅｄ ｔｈｅ ｗａｙ ｆｏｒ ｍｙ ｃｒａｓｈ ｌａｎｄｉｎｇ
ｉ'ｖｅ ｄｏｎｅ ｉｔ ａｇａｉｎ，
ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ ｎｕｍｂｅｒ ｆｏｒ ｙｏｕｒ ｎｏｔｅｓ
ｉ'ｄ ｂｅ ｓｍｉｌｉｎｇ ｉｆ ｉ ｗａｓｎ'ｔ ｓｏ
ｄｅｓｐｅｒａｔｅ

✦ --- ｐｉｃｔｕｒｅ ｍｅ．．．

ＭＯＶＩＮＧ ＩＮ
«and moving on...»
After spending 3 years in her mothers house Jen had had enough; she was fuming. They needed space- and Dublin was just the place. After a couple of months of building up they finally moved. Daniel, Jen, Aiden and a little baby called Noah. Noah was exactly 6 months old when the Collins moved house; some people say that Jen must have dropped the baby on his head- to make him turn out the way he did... Aiden knew though, it wasn't because Noah was crazy- he just loved his older sister. Even though Aiden was older than Noah- ever since Noah could walk and talk he has been protective over his sister. At first it was cute- they would do everything together... After a while it got a little creepy. She had soft mousy brown hair and it was constantly tied back in a high pony. She would add various clips and grips that she thought made her look like a princess... Aiden was obsessed with princesses! She was a dreamer she would dream of being a princess when she grew up; this changed when she turned five. What happened then? Well Mickey got her first skateboard! She loved it. She would spend hours on end playing! But when Noah was awake he would attempt to stand up on the skateboard with his sister. At this point Noah was unable to say Aiden so it came out come like, 'Den.' Noah loved his older sister. Aiden was never jealous because Noah got more attention than her; she was a observant kid. Ever since she was really little she acted more like a boy than a girl and too be honest she was happy like that. She dreamed of motorcycles. But too her brother she was everything he wanted too be. She would tell him story's about Ellie. You see Ellie's parents kept in contact with the teenager- she was in fact 13 and battling Cancer for 2 years. Jen was glad that Aiden's middle name was Ellie because it mean't she was strong. Well Ellie had won the fight. She was now living in the UK with her boyfriend. She was fit and healthy and over the illness. But Daniel and Jen still prayed that the illness would never come back. Unimportant things happened and the Collin family became tighter and closer than ever. The love was always there... They were the idyllic family- but not everything turns out like a farytale and it seems like they were on track for some bumps in the road...

❝ＭＯＳＴ ＰＥＯＰＬＥ ＬＩＶＥ ＡＮＤ ＤＩＥ ＷＩＴＨ ＴＨＥＩＲ ＭＵＳＩＣ
ＳＴＩＬＬ ＵＮＰＬＡＹＥＤ． ＴＨＥＹ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＤＡＲＥ ＴＯ ＴＲＹ． ❞

❝ＭＵＳＩＣ ＥＸＰＲＥＳＳＥＳ ＴＨＡＴ ＷＨＩＣＨ ＣＡＮＮＯＴ ＢＥ
ＳＡＩＤ ＡＮＤ ＯＮ ＷＨＩＣＨ ＩＴ ＩＳ ＩＭＰＯＳＳＩＢＬＥ ＴＯ ＢＥ ＳＩＬＥＮＴ❞

ｉ'ｄ ｂｅ ｐａｔｉｅｎｔ ｉｆ ｉ ｈａｄ ｔｈｅ ｔｉｍｅ
ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ ｓｔｏｐ ａｎｄ ａｎｓｗｅｒ
ａｌｌ ｏｆ ｙｏｕｒ ｑｕｅｓｔｉｏｎｓ
ａｓ ｓｏｏｎ ａｓ ｉ ｆｉｎｄ ｏｕｔ ｈｏｗ ｉ ｃｏｕｌｄ
ｍｏｖｅ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ ｂａｃｋ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｌｉｎｅ
ｓｏ ｉ'ｌｌ ｂｅ ｙｏｕｒ ｃｌｏｗｎ ｂｅｈｉｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｇｌａｓｓ
ｇｏ 'ｈｅａｄ ａｎｄ ｌａｕｇｈ 'ｃａｕｓｅ ｉｔ'ｓ ｆｕｎｎｙ
ｉ ｗｏｕｌｄ ｔｏｏ ｉｆ ｉ ｓａｗ ｍｅ

✧ --- ｌｉｔｔｌｅ ｂｉｒｄ．．．
If we take this bird in, with its broken leg,
We could nurse it, she said,
Come inside for a little lie down with me,
And if you fall asleep, it wouldn't be the worst thing.
But when I wake up, and your make up is on my shoulder,
And tell me if I lie down, would you stay now?
Let me hold ya, oh.

But if I kiss you will your mouth read this truth,
Darling how I miss you, strawberries taste how lips do,
And its not complete yet, mustn't get our feet wet,
Cause that leads to regret, diving in too soon,
And I'll owe it all to you, oh, my little bird.
My little bird.

If we take a walk out, in the morning dew,
We can lay down, so I'm next to you,
Come inside for a little home made tea,
And if you fall asleep, then at least your next to me,
And if I wake up, say its late love, get back to sleep,
I'm covered by nature and I'm safe now,
Underneath this oak tree, with you beside me.

But if I kiss you will your mouth read this truth,
Darling how I miss you, strawberries taste how lips do,
And its not complete yet, mustn't get our feet wet,
Cause that leads to regret, diving in too soon,
And I'll owe it all to you, oh, my little bird.
My little bird,
My little bird,
My little bird.

And of all these things I'm sure of, I'm not quite certain of your love,
You make scream, and then I make you cry,
When I left that little bird with its broken leg to die.

But if I kiss you will your mouth read this truth,
Darling how I miss you, strawberries taste how lips do,
And its not complete yet, mustn't get our feet wet,
Cause that leads to regret, diving in too soon,
And I'll owe it all to you, oh, my little bird.
My little bird, whoa oh oh oh whoaa,
My little bird,
My little bird,
You're my little bird.

ＱＵＩＣＫＬＹ．．．
«a downwards spirall...»
The kids grew up; from toddlers to teenager to young adults... The change was not in any way easy and sure the family as a whole had some hiccups but in a whole they were fine. Nothing changed they grew up like all the other family's; well better really. Mickey was a straight A student and Noah was doing his best. They were happy. Mickey had a thing for coffee though; if she couldn't sleep she could trudge over to the Starbucks across the road- in her pj's and slippers. Tonight was just like any other night; she walked over to the Starbucks and ordered the usual. All the late workers giving her a smile; they knew her. She slipped into the booth and waited for Betty to bring over her drink- but that certain drink never got too her. A boy slipped into her booth shooting her a smile; 'hey, beautiful.' he cooed at her. Mickey is a teenager. The boy was good looking. She blushed; now please do not think of her as a slut because she did what every teenager would do. She flirted back. They talked and talked- well she talked. He lied. He said he was 16 too. He wasn't 16 he was actually 20 at this point. This was later found out by the police when his body was recovered. Well after 5 minuets the man managed to lure Mickey outside, she was laughing joking so was he. He then gave her a invitation- too go back to his flat. She was stunned; only 16! She declined and tried to make her way back into the building; but he grabbed her arm and wouldn't let her. He ended up angry and began to tighten his grip around her wrist; it hurt. When she whimpered he got violent and beat her! He stalked of into the night leaving the 16 year old in the pavement. Betty later found her and called the police and ambulance. She was alright, her brother wasn't. He began to mumble under his breath his face red with hate; he was so protective over his sister and he was out for blood! Literally. 2 days later the body of a 20 year old man who was wanted by the police was found by the Irish police. Surprisingly Noah gave himself in! Not before the deranged brother sent a message to his older sister. It is all your fault. I will find you, and kill you once I get out! Frightened and scared the family realized they were going to have to do something to get away. Their daughter was scared for life and suddenly even her own farther scared her. They were going to have to get far away from this place. England. England sounds good.

❝ＴＨＩＮＫ ＬＥＦＴ ＡＮＤ ＴＨＩＮＫ ＲＩＧＨＴ ＡＮＤ ＴＨＩＮＫ ＬＯＷ ＡＮＤ ＴＨＩＮＫ
ＨＩＧＨ． ＯＨ， ＴＨＥ ＴＨＩＮＧＳ ＹＯＵ ＣＡＮ ＴＨＩＮＫ ＵＰ ＩＦ ＯＮＬＹ ＹＯＵ ＴＲＹ❞

❝“ＴＨＥ ＭＯＲＥ ＴＨＡＴ ＹＯＵ ＲＥＡＤ， ＴＨＥ ＭＯＲＥ ＴＨＩＮＧＳ ＹＯＵ ＷＩＬＬ ＫＮＯＷ．
ＴＨＥ ＭＯＲＥ ＴＨＡＴ ＹＯＵ ＬＥＡＲＮ， ＴＨＥ ＭＯＲＥ ＰＬＡＣＥＳ ＹＯＵ'ＬＬ ＧＯ．”❞

ｉ'ｌｌ ｂｅ ｙｏｕｒ ｃｌｏｗｎ
ｏｎ ｙｏｕｒ ｆａｖｏｒｉｔｅ ｃｈａｎｎｅｌ
ｍｙ ｌｉｆｅ'ｓ ａ ｃｉｒｃｕｓ－ｃｉｒｃｕｓ
ｒｏｕｎｄｉｎｇ ｃｉｒｃｌｅｓ
ｉ'ｍ ｓｅｌｌｉｎｇ ｏｕｔ ｔｏｎｉｇｈｔ
ｉ'ｄ ｂｅ ｌｅｓｓ ａｎｇｒｙ ｉｆ ｉｔ ｗａｓ ｍｙ ｄｅｃｉｓｉｏｎ
ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｍｏｎｅｙ ｗａｓ ｊｕｓｔ
ｒｏｌｌｉｎｇ ｉｎ ｉｆ ｉ ｈａｄ ｍｏｒｅ ｔｈａｎ ｍｙ
ａｍｂｉｔｉｏｎ ｉ'ｌｌ ｈａｖｅ ｔｉｍｅ ｔｏ ｐｌｅａｓｅ

✦ --- ｃａｐｔｕｒｅ ｉｔ．．．

ＨＡＲＤＬＹ．．．
«an easy task...»
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Form is nearly done. Yeah! So I would be happy to moderate and such... Hey guys!