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Post by calliefan234 on Jul 29, 2012 22:25:28 GMT -5
I sigh as I sit down in Harley's stall, petting his neck and groaning. "Boy, whats wrong with me?" I say, burying my head into his mane. Carmela wasn't my friend anymore. I shouldn't care, brush it off like Sammie does. But I wasn't Sammie. Everything in my body ached and I felt like I had fallen off a cliff. What was I becoming? I hated popularity and wasn't boy crazy. Maybe the problem was I had really liked Carmel, and I thought she had liked me. Somehow now she hated me. I regretted everything I had said in the sweet shoppe. I stood up to go get water, when someone bumped into me.
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Post by Freya Cullen on Jul 29, 2012 23:24:00 GMT -5
Freya found herself at the stables for one of her first times, despite the fact that the Brit has been at Canterwood for about a week now. She walked down into the stable, looking around at all of the trophies and awards that lined the sleek wooden walls. Freya could see ears poking up out of stalls, so she popped her head into a few stalls to catch a look at some of the horses that were in there, resting. In one of the stalls that she looked into, a girl was in there. It was quite obvious that the girl was upset and Freya decided to help her out a bit. "Hey" She said softly, letting herself into the stall and sitting down next to her. "You upset about something?" She asked her, the girl who she realized was one of Sammie's bffs or something like that. Really, that was the best comfort phase that Freya could think of on the spot. "Here" Freya said to the girl, pulling a small bag containing peppermint sweets out of her pockets and handing her one. She popped one in her mouth and waited for the girl to start talking. TAG|Violet x WORDS|204 x OUTFIT|will update x NOTES|n/a LYRICS|I LOVE PLAYING WITH FIRE BY THE RUNAWAYS CREDIT|CAEJAE@Caution 2.0
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Post by calliefan234 on Jul 29, 2012 23:49:15 GMT -5
I see the girl, and smile. "Um, thanks." I didn't know the girl, so I took the peppermint. When she asked me if I was upset I half shrugged. "Kind of. I never wanted to be the popular girl who thought too much of herself. Lately, I don't know who I am." I actually laugh bitterly.
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Post by calliefan234 on Jul 30, 2012 10:48:43 GMT -5
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Post by Freya Cullen on Jul 30, 2012 17:31:49 GMT -5
I left the bag of peppermints in the middle of us and I crossed my legs, listening to her talk. "Popularity is so annoying." I commented after she finished, sucking on the peppermint. I looked at her with a slight smile on my face, trying to comfort her. "Well, friendships and popularity are always hard to manage. I'm sure you'll find a way, though." TAG|Violet x WORDS|68 x OUTFIT|will update x NOTES|i really don't feel like rpging right LYRICS|I LOVE PLAYING WITH FIRE BY THE RUNAWAYS CREDIT|CAEJAE@Caution 2.0
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Post by calliefan234 on Jul 30, 2012 23:02:51 GMT -5
I shrugged. "I came here to ride and for the academics. Suddenly I'm 'BFFs' with the one of the most popular girls in school. Believe me, shes awesome, but sometimes I feel like she gets caught up to much in all the Drama." I say, pulling my hair back. "I'm really not that nice of a person." I laugh bitterly again. "Honestly? No one even knows who I am, including me. Sometimes I just want to get away from it all."
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Post by calliefan234 on Aug 2, 2012 19:07:50 GMT -5
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Post by Freya Cullen on Aug 2, 2012 19:13:33 GMT -5
I gave an apologetic look at her, and popped another peppermint in my mouth, thinking about what I would say in reply. I think... I started to say, not looking at her, just running over the words in my mind. I think that maybe you just need to let go of the social part of school, and just work with the academics and the riding part. TAG|Violet x WORDS|68 x OUTFIT|will update x NOTES|i really don't feel like rpging right LYRICS|I LOVE PLAYING WITH FIRE BY THE RUNAWAYS CREDIT|CAEJAE@Caution 2.0
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Post by calliefan234 on Aug 2, 2012 19:20:25 GMT -5
I nod. "Yeah. I don't know. Thanks for listening. I'm Violet." I say, leaning against Harley's stall door. My pretty appaloosa stuck his head over the stall door, nuzzling me.
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