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Post by Ryleigh Whay on Feb 26, 2007 0:04:18 GMT
Ryleigh had hated being here. She wanted to bust out. If she did she would probably go to juvie or something because shes an alchohalic and she takes some drugs. Like this damn school is going to do anything to her. She'll go home this summer and go back to her old habits. Hanging out with her friends who are in the wrong crowd, parting, having a good time. Nothing would stop her.
Ryleigh had a cup of coffee in her hand. She sat down on the couch. She wanted to take out her cell phone and call her boyfriend. First ofall Craig would kill her because she hates the bastard she is going out with. Hes 18. He hates him. She just sat there hoping someone would come.
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Post by Gemma Abrahamson on Feb 26, 2007 3:39:00 GMT
Most of the people who were forced here hated it too, including Gemma. She could just about kill herself already and she'd only been here for a couple of days. That just showed what the rest of the year would be like. She'd gotten news that the lawyer was going in front of the jury in two weeks to get Ashton out of juvie and into Letterage. Well, if he was good enough, which she sincerely hoped he was. Then at least she'd have someone to talk to. Well, someone she wanted to talk to.
She'd given up on the uniform, or at least the bottom half of it. She was wearing just a pair of jeans, her black high-tops, and a black shirt. Hey, at least she was wearing part of the uniform. It was a compromise in her opinion, and a good one at that. Her feet shuffled as she made her way into one of the common rooms. Gemma still couldn't figure out why she was going to one, it wasn't like she wanted to socialize, but whatever. She needed somewhere to go right now.
The first person she saw, who happened to be the only person in the room, looked like the type that belonged here. Not like Gemma at all. Gemma looked too goody-two-shoes for her own good. She had that Girl Scout smile and the polite and friendly attitude. She was, overall, a good kid. She was just a little rough around the edges, but isn't everybody nowadays? She barely glanced at the girl before averting her eyes back to the ground and sitting in a chair farthest from the girl. Anti-social to the extreme. That was Gemma for you.
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Post by Ryleigh Whay on Feb 26, 2007 22:01:39 GMT
Ryleigh had looked down at her clothing. She was kinda wearing the uniform. She had cut the skirt so it was almost up to her ass. She was wearing the tie around her waste and her white button up shirt was open. She was wearing a black tank top undernieth. She had a pair of hot pink high tops on, and she had her hair up in a messy bun. Her eyeliner was on thick and she had black eyeshadow on.
Ryleigh looked up as the door opend. She seen a girl walked in. She looked the age of a second year. Ya she was probably right. She looked older. She didnt look like the kinda person that would be here though. She looked more like a girlscoot
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Post by Gemma Abrahamson on Feb 27, 2007 22:42:42 GMT
You know how you can tell when someone is looking at you? Gemma had that feeling, and so glanced up as she grabbed a magazine and saw the girl. Was something so amusing about her? The girl seemed to be analyzing her, figuring out who she was and what she was here for. People always seemed to do that with others. She began flipping through the pages of the magazine pretending she didn't notice the way the girl looked at her. It was your typical chick magazine, with makeover articles and touching stories.
And then she couldn't take it anymore. With a sigh, she shut the magazine and looked up, her blue eyes questioning as she looked at the girl for a moment. Maybe there was actually something wrong. Maybe she had something on her and didn't know. She glanced down at her shirt real quick, then back up with an even more quizzical look. "Is something wrong?"
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Post by Ryleigh Whay on Feb 27, 2007 22:51:21 GMT
Ryleigh was wondering were Craig was. She didnt want to be here. If someone didnt stop her she would leave. She hated it here. It wasnt like she could go home though. Her dad pretty much said her and Craig werent even his kids. Thats the way he acted. Well maybe the bastard should take a look at himself.
Ryleigh looked up as she heard the girl. "Is something wrong" she heard. She looked at the girl. Yahh there was this girl didnt look like she should be here. "Well you just dont look like your the kinda person that should be here"she said to her "You look more like a Girl Scott"(sp)
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Post by Gemma Abrahamson on Feb 28, 2007 4:21:05 GMT
A girl scout. Well, at least she knew why the girl was staring at her now, good or bad. Like most things like that, she didn't know whether to take it as a compliment or an insult. If the girl admired girl scouts(as highly doubtful as that was), then she should be happy, but if not, she should be mean back, or at least try. Since she didn't know which it was, she merely gave a half shrug. "I really shouldn't, but if everyone thinks I should then whatever."
She was, as always, softspoken, her words quiet. If there would have been one other conversation in the room, then you wouldn't have been able to hear her. She didn't talk much anymore. Quiet, almost too quiet for her own good. She wouldn't speak up if she felt out of place. After a pause, she added just for good measure. "And I've never been a girl scout."
She tucked a few strands of scarlet hair behind her ear delicately and forced out a small, friendly smile. Gemma may as well be nice if she was going to talk, and she had to know some people here. She wouldn't make it on her own until the end of term. That was impossible, but she also worried these people would make her worse. Maybe she should introduce herself. Oh well, save that for later.
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