it's my turn to torture you. {open}

[Sammie ♥]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 600px; padding: 0px; background: #ffffff;,true][cs=1]	[atrb=width,200] She wears the cutest clothes, she has the latest phone, and all the right accessories, her skin's like porcelain, her hair is perfect and sometimes she really gets to me, she's gorgeous and you know she knows it, she's a size zero and she loves to show it, Yeah.
[atrb=width,300][cs=1]	[atrb=width,200] tagged: max and heather words: lots outfit: www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=74890600
[cs=2][atrb=width,500] I sat in my bed, my smooth, tanned legs crossed and my soft golden hair falling down my arms like rays of sunlight. I had my diary open in front of me, it was a little, pale pink book with a huge, mint green "S" embroidered on the front. The chalk white pages were tied together with white and pink striped, stiff, rubbery bands and it was half full with my small, dark, curly hand writing, the writing covered the pages form corner to corner, completely. I flipped to the closest blank page and grabbed my long, black and gold pen. I started to write. I'm still getting the texts. I've meant to tell someone so many times, but it's like whoever's sending them knows that I'm thinking and threatens me with something that makes me stop dead in my tracks and go back to this same place. I guess someone really hates me. But being anon is just... so darn cowerdly. I wish they'd just come up and fight me themselves. When I find out who's sending the texts, the no-neck b!tch won't even exist. I'll bury them. Just writing about it wears the paper down. I got a package the other day. it was right inside my dorm. i don't know how anybody could have had a key. it was a doll, one of those creepy voodoo dolls, with a bunch of tiny pins stuck into it and a little sticky note on the head with "soon it'll be you i'll be torturing." i have to admit, it's kinda creepy. I jumped when there was a knock on the door. I stood up and walked warily over to answer it. I put on my game face, composed myself and cocked my hip before swinging the door open.

TEMPLATE BY ROYALSTANDARD OF ETS AND CAUTION

[bridget]

Getting locked out my dorm room was never my idea of what I would be doing on a sunday morning after an early ride. I tried the door multiple times and dug around helplessly through all of my things and pockets I could find and still not finding my wayward key which would let me into my dorm I went to find the dorm monitor who's name i'd forgotten a while ago as i'd been too busy running around trying to get settled to pay attention to the dorm monitor when they said their name to me.

I sighed when I saw a notice on the dorm monitors door saying they'd had a family emergency and contact other students or staff for any help that is needed. I looked around and wandered the halls until I spotted a door with a white board that Sammie on it I bit my lip me and Sammie hadn't gotten off on a good note but maybe she'd be able to help me with my dilemma. I tentatively knocked on the door. I stepped back as I heard footsteps then the door swung open to reveal Sammie I gave her a small smile before I said shyly, "Hi I seemed to have lost my keys to my dorm I was wondering if you um.. give me a hand in finding them i've looked everywhere"