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Post by Kailie Elizabeth Cinder on Jan 9, 2011 11:57:51 GMT -5
  Smacking her screaming alarm repeatedly to get it to shut off, Kailie groaned loudly. Another annoying Monday at school. She climbed out of bed and rubbed her eyes. Sighing, she dug through her underwear drawer and grabbed a red lacy thong and a matching bra and headed into her bathroom where she quickly showered and put on her underclothing. She washed her face and brushed her teeth and then brushed foundation, bronzer, blush, eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara onto her face. She brushed out her hair and contemplated whether she should blow it out straight or leave it wavy. She decided to leave it.
Kailie walked back into her bedroom and scanned through her closet quickly before picking out a very pretty red dress that she had bought a couple of days ago. It had been incredibly expensive, but it was gorgeous, and she couldn't resist. Kailie grabbed a pair of flowery white tights and pulled them on before pulling the dress over her head. She grabbed a cute black necklace, a large red and black bracelet, and a coral-and-diamond flower ring and placed them on. She looked at the clock. It was seven thirty, which meant it was time to leave. She grabbed a pair of black suede, high-heeled boots and slipped them on her feet as she grabbed a red bag and put inside it her five-subject notebook, her vera bradley pencil box, her Kin, her license, her car keys, and her credit card.
Kailie walked down the two flights of stairs, from her floor, to her parents floor, to the main floor. She walked out of the house, knowing full well that both of her parents were already at work, and climbed into her silver VW convertible bug. She grabbed her keys and placed them in the ignition and headed off.
In five minutes, Kailie had reached the school. She swung into her parking spot and turned off the car. She grabbed her bag, locked the car, and headed into the school.
Various people nodded at Kailie, smiled at her, and whispered her name. A few very brave people said hey to her, and she waved back at them.
Kailie headed in the direction of her locker. All of her textbooks were online, so she left her textbooks at school. She grabbed from her locker her music theory and english textbooks and brought them to her music theory class where she set them down. She exited the classroom and almost ran into someone who had obviously been waiting for her.
"Hey," she said cooly, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
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Post by Charles Wesley O'Brien III on Jan 9, 2011 22:24:10 GMT -5
S P R I N G & SUMMER ;; EVERY OTHER DAY Charlie had been in a really bad
mood today. From the time he woke up, to when he scoured his closet for his
outift (A Burberry Washed-leather double-breasted jacket, Gucci Crystal-
embellished silk-satin sandals, Red Valentino Bow-embellished jersey T-shirt
and Alexander McQueen Low-rise zip-embellished skinny jeans) Why? Well, he
couldn't quite say the reason to anyone. He woke up with horrendous, ugly
welts in various places on his body, his Heartbeats by Lady Gaga ear buds
gone, along with his credit card and to top it all off he couldn't remember
anything for the previous night.
But he could guess.
Oh, how he could guess.
His father probably shoveled through his leather satchel as he did every
night and saw the F Charlie got on a test.
But that was enough about that morning.. er, night. He preferred not to
talk or think about things like that, things that made him sad.
And with that, he carried on. He had quite a few minutes until class, so he
decided to take in everything. Take in the moment. This was very unusual for
Charlie, just because usually he was fangirling over his new Marc Jacobs
Printed cashmere and silk-blend scarf with Rose (who, per se, was not
fangirling, rather she was just listening to him squeal and jump around
muttering nonsense about some cashed deer scarf.) But today Rose was not
here, so rather than weeping about it, he decided to take it in.
He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds, smelt the smells. It sounded
like a jumbled mess of people. Occasionally, Charlie could make out a word
like "homework" or "roofies". He could smell very strong perfume, but as
seconds passed by it smelled more of pot (how he knows what that smells
like, do not ask him) Suddenly, someone bumped into him.
"Watch it!" he snapped, opening his eyes.
He suddenly realized who he was talking to. [/size] |
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Post by ( KAITY ) on Jan 9, 2011 22:43:25 GMT -5
"Hey watch it," Kailie heard as she banged into the person. She quickly stepped back and stared at the guy she had bumped into. Really? That idiot was talking to her? Kailie smiled cryptically. She could have some fun with this.
"Why don't you watch where you're going, gaytard? Kailie exploded, laying into him. "I mean, I know you're busy looking up gay porn or some crap like that, but hello? No one runs into me. I'm too beautiful and popular to miss. She purposely turned on her heel and flicked her hair in his face before turning back to face him. If she worked this hard enough she could get him to cry, which would make him look just that much more gay. Of course, Kailie kinda knew he wasn't necessarily gay, but sometimes it was fun to make people look worse than they were.
"Listen, gaybie," she said, mixing gay with baby, "if you ever run into me again, you'll wish you never lived. Do you understand that? I can do a round-off back handspring right into your face." Kailie smirked to herself. Win.
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Post by Charles Wesley O'Brien III on Jan 9, 2011 22:58:59 GMT -5
S P R I N G & SUMMER ;; EVERY OTHER DAY Charlie rolled is eyes. 'What an idiot!' he thought.
"Next time you try to make fun of me, at least try to make up a decent insult. Gaytard? How about no.
You sound like a 4 year old child with Down Syndrome" Charlie smirked. He always liked it when he could
think of something witty to say, which was almost never. "And gay porn? Please darling, don't get your web
searches mixed up with mine. Oh, just one more thing. Don't call yourself titles you can't live up to." he
smirked triumphantly.
Oh god. How much worse could these insults get? Gaybie?
"It can't get much worse than your face, and if it does, then i'll start worrying"
OK, that was kind of lame, but whatever. It worked.
He was very pleased with the insults he'd been throwing out recently. Well, with all of those years of being
picked on,you had to get good at it some time, right? [/size] |
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Post by Kailie Elizabeth Cinder on Jan 10, 2011 8:59:55 GMT -5
Kailie grimaced. Apparently this wasn't working as well as she had hoped it would. And this early on a Monday morning, Kailie was having trouble with come-backs. So rather than continue her rant, she decided to try a different tactic.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," she said, hanging her head. "I guess, I'm just really insecure and I want people to like me and I think that the only way to do that is to make fun of others. You understand that, right? You understand what it's like trying to gain popularity? I mean..." Here, Kailie smirked. This was the part where she revealed that she was being sarcastic the whole time, "Gay boys are just like girls aren't they? Except with different parts?" And with that she headed off in the other direction in search of the cheerleaders, determined to get the last word. If he followed her, fine, but she wasn't going to stand there and continue their conversation.
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