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[] I'm so happy
'cause today I found my friends.
They're in my head.
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[/OOC: Hii everyone ;D]
-----He rolled his eyes at the fat woman. "Look lady, here's my permission." The young man shoved a crumpled paper at her. "I'm s'pposed to be here, God. Calm down." Her face burned red. And he crossed his arms. If he were hungry, he'd probably drink her on the spot. He didn't. She'd probably be full of that fatty stuff anyways. Always left one of those grotesque aftertastes. Something muttered under her breath, and a quick shove of the paper to him sent him off. "Friggin' fat b***h.." He murmured past her, and she crossed her arms behind her desk.
-----Charlie was waved towards the school's dorm rooms. He dragged a wheeling suitcase. And a sidebag with his laptop and some notebooks in. By the way these things were going, the school year would be such a huge drag. Well, senior year wasn't all that bad. He'd be at the top of the game. The underdog now the Top Dog. Joy. And the senior girls were lookers. Damn, they were hot. He glanced at some freshman girl while he headed towards his dorm. A giggle, and he winked. They both started chatting away, pointing towards him. Like a charm, he thought silently. Charles turned a corner, unwilling to carry the bag anymore. He propped it onto the rolling suitcase midwalk, and returned his pace. God, these hallways were longer than he remembered. He'd been wearing his new vest. From hot topic, naturally. It buttoned up to his diaphram, and fell just below his navel. It was sort of a given to him; vests were a love. Underneath that, he wore a V-necked Volcom shirt. And his knee-ripped skinnies. They were pretty old. But hey, something familiar and comfortable to start the schoolyear sounded divine.
-----His backpack was packed inside the suitcase. He'd forgotten to take it out when he arrived via his mother. It was actually a pretty rad one, too. Vans checkered. And he could attach his skateboard on it. Charles turned another corner, edging his grip on the handle of his suitcase momentarily. He hummed along to some song that had long been forgotten of its title. Some random moment, some random time it would come back to him. It just sort of occured. The boy let out a small huff, stopping to gaze down at his dorm instructions. God, it was like rocket science to get there. This would take forever.
[color-white]-----Maybe while he waited for the classes to begin, he could go outside. Meet some girls. Catch up with friends. Fun, fun. He tugged at his belt with one hand. It was starting to loosen for some reason, he rolled his eyes and muttered a small, "Dammnit.". The boy pulled his pants to a comfortable position, the back pockets just sagging tightly above his mid-thigh. He yawned, turning yet another paint-cracked corner.size]
----------sɦʋʇ ʇɦз ɦзℓℓ ʋƿ;
[] I'm so ugly, but that's okay
'cause so are you
We've broke our mirrors.
 A P P L 3 G A S M · Thu Nov 13, 2008 @ 01:27am · 0 Comments |
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