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Post by Freya Cullen on Feb 22, 2013 20:27:06 GMT -5
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It wasn't usual for Freya to be out and about, especially with winter break coming up. Her family had prepared her to come back to Britain, and with her late night texting sessions with her brother, she knew that they were up to something. Freya sighed lightly, kicking her feet off the edge of the table she was sitting on, wondering what she would do. Freya had already invited Carmel to come along with her, solely to annoy her parents, but to be honest, Freya did want someone else to be around with her when she was faced with her parents. She swore that they hated her for no apparent reason, which to be honest, did influence Freya's bad butt attitude, which was the very same thing that made her parents send her off to Canterwood Crest. Sighing lightly, the Brit pushed herself off of the table, heels clacking on the tile floor of the cold dark common room. Running a hand through her disheveled hair, she nibbled a bit on the chocolate she had brought with her, Freya having an enormous sweet tooth. It was after hours, and she was definitely out after their curfew, but she didn't care much. Why should she? It wasn't like she was going to get yelled at. The worse, she'd get expelled. And Freya, Freya had been kicked out of too many schools to count. Why should she care about this one? Freya padded around the carpet of the common room, bottom lip tucked between her white teeth, briefly taking out her phone to text a few friends back from Britain. Apparently her sleeping habits had followed her here, even though Freya had been here for at least a year now. Glancing up, the girl with instagram on her phone was interrupted by a stranger, who was slowly walking into the room. She didn't know if they were just sleep walking, or if they couldn't sleep, like her. Being daring, she went with the latter. "Can't sleep?" She asked kindly, though she knew that if she was talking with a select few she might have regretted her words. Freya was known for her few 'rivalries' between a few of the other girls here. But it wasn't her fault, the Brit just didn't understand why everyone was fighting to be a girl in the 'Trio'. if you had friends, wasn't that good enough? But apparently that wasn't, and next thing she knew, girls were fighting and backstabbing like crazy just to be popular. To be in The Trio, a group of three girls that apparently were the best at everythiing and insparable. Freya thought it was a bit trivial, after all, who would care about your popularity after t
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Post by Amelia "Amy" Williams on Mar 8, 2013 19:58:29 GMT -5
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give me love like never before cause lately I've been craving more
Amy wandered across campus, the cool air sending shivers up her spine. Her thin sweatpants and light sweatshirt had not been keeping her as warm as she had hoped. It was well after hours, to the point where the usual lights that lit up the paths around the school has even been shut off. Amy was usually fast asleep at this time, but tonight she was more awake then she had been even during the day. Amy had learned quickly the security patterns around the school after hours form her weekend party habits. They usually walked around on the main paths if they even bothered to leave the comfort of the security office. Amy was planning on going to the Media Center, which had become one of her favorit places on campus, as long as no one was picking fights with each other.
Amy pulled on the door expecting it to be locked but it opened easily. She shrugged it off and walked into the the media center. Amy noticed that at the end of the hallway the common room's lights were on. Worried an adult might be there at this time of night Amy walked down the hall as quietly as she could, she had managed to get all the way here, she wasn't going to just go back. She got to the end of the hallway and scanned the room she hadn't noticed anyone but she still entered slowly incase she had missed something.
"Can't sleep?" A friendly voice called out. Amy jumped a bit and looked to the voice relaxing to see the familiar brunette.
Amy nodded her head and replied dryly, "Not at all. I assume the same for you?" She laughed lightly, trying to sound friendly but knowing for the time of night it was, she didn't sound very pleasant.
Amy continued to walk over to a couch and dropped down onto it. She kicked off her shoes and put her feet up and then reached for one of the many magazines laying on the coffee tabel in front of her.
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Post by Freya Cullen on Mar 8, 2013 21:56:07 GMT -5
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She cocked her head to the side, a slow small smile slipping onto her face, realizing that the red haired brit was facing the same problems as her; simply not being able to fall asleep. It was a simple problem that affected Freya in both places of the world, both places of her citizenship, England and America. In America, she could've easily explained her insomnia simply by, 'well, I've lived in England for all of my life, I have jet lag.' But in England, it was a different story. But really, either way Freya ended up with insomnia.
She nodded briefly, staring down at her hands and her phone, which was dimming quickly. "Sleeping's too mainstream," she tried joking, even though most of the people on campus kjnew that she was probably the worst of jokers. "But yeah, pretty much I can't sleep." she said a bit softer.
OOC: WOW HEY HI BAD POST
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