Alana Savage
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Oh Gurl! Ur SUCH a BACKSTABBER. Taking&TWISTING it down, ur so MANIPULATING
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Post by Alana Savage on Dec 14, 2012 23:35:04 GMT -5
Could this quite possibly be the dullest school ever? That of course was coming from me, and I lived in New Orleans. A sigh escaped me as I flopped down into one of the chairs ungracefully and placed my feet on the table. I didn't really care about disturbing anybody so long as they didn't disturb me. Honestly though, I was growing quite bored of Canterwood and it felt like there was nothing I could do about it. Like it or not, I was stuck here and trying to set another building on fire would not go over well with the judges back home who sentence me to this foster family and their stupid prep school. I wanted to go back home and go wander with my family and sing and dance and steal things. Nothing more and nothing less. For a while, I thought I had entertainment in Justin, but he transferred or something, or at least, that's what I assume since he hasn't been around for a while. Same went for Hanna. And then I had to deal with all of these other alpha pack girls. The thoughts alone made me roll my eyes. So here I was, sitting around and doing nothing but staring at the wall. Surely, there had to be something better than this, but the thought of getting up seemed more like an annoying chore than anything else. Reaching into my hobo bag, I pulled out one of the books I had to read for class and simply skimmed over a page and heaved a loud sigh, allowing the book to fall out of my hand and onto the floor, "So done with this..." I sighed, my eyes taking to my surroundings now and wondering if there was someone to bother about, well anything, even if it was just class.
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Matty Hanson
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it's too cold outside, for angels to fly
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Post by Matty Hanson on Jan 3, 2013 21:49:17 GMT -5
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MUSE: Tired as heck
WORDS: no clue
OUTFIT: this
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Matty ran all the way to the media center, late as usual to her class. She opened the door and immediately felt all eyes on her as she breathed, "Sorry," to her teacher and slid into the nearest available seat. She was seated next to a girl with wavy blond hair who was wearing very little clothing despite the bitter cold outside.
She hadn't even wanted to take this class, there had been some mix up in the scheduling office leaving her in Film instead of the Art class she'd wanted. That mix up had left her stuck, that is until she found not only the courage, but also the energy, to walk to the counseling office to get it switched. Who knows though, maybe she'd learn to like the Film class. Probably not, she didn't like anything most of the time, especially school.
She ignored every word that came out of the teacher's mouth. She was dead tired, spending most of the night before talking to her brother on skype. Without realizing it, a sigh escaped her as she struggled to stay awake.
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Alana Savage
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Oh Gurl! Ur SUCH a BACKSTABBER. Taking&TWISTING it down, ur so MANIPULATING
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Post by Alana Savage on Jan 9, 2013 22:16:07 GMT -5
God, why was I here again? This was nothing but utter torture. Canterwood Crest struck again. A sigh escaped me, none of these classes remotely amused me. Then again, this school didn't amuse me one bit. Honestly, if I had known that I would have ended up here of all places, and far away from Louisiana, I would have never tried to set that school gym on fire. Even if those stupid rich kids had been asking for it. My teacher was droning on. Glancing around me, I couldn't help but to think that I was the only person who seemed less than thrilled with the idea of being here. I needed to find more people to hang out with. Wait, did that thought even just cross my mind? The nerve. What I really needed was to get out of here. Just then, came a welcomed distraction though as the door opened and in came a girl. Brunette, long hair, skinny, classically good looking and dressed in black. Then the oddest thing happened, she sat next to me and dare I say, she looked just as bored as well, or at the very least, not paying attention. A sly grin crept on my lips now, "Late night partying?" I asked, glancing over at her now.
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Matty Hanson
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it's too cold outside, for angels to fly
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Post by Matty Hanson on Jan 9, 2013 23:06:07 GMT -5
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MUSE: Lots
WORDS: no clue
OUTFIT: this
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The blonde girl turned to Matty now and said, "Late night partying?" She was a little taken aback at first, the girl seemed too bored to even notice she'd entered the classroom. Matty sighed again before whispering back, "Oh god, I wish. The only party this school would have would be about friendship or school or some bullshit like that." Matty hadn't even heard of a single party on campus, well good ones worth attending anyway. She hadn't even bothered going to the winter formal and instead spent the night on tumblr and talking to her friends and brother back home. She'd heard stories from the night and she was confident she hadn't missed much of anything.
She propped her feet up on the chair in front of her, accidentally kicking the person seated there. She whispered an apology to an annoyed underclassman girl and rolled her eyes. All she wanted to do was not be there in that class. She turned back to the blonde girl, "How much do you want to bet we could sneak out and no one would notice?" She had received a care package from one of her friends back home which contained a healthy supply of booze and cigarettes among other things. There was enough to keep her same at least a little while longer.
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Alana Savage
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Oh Gurl! Ur SUCH a BACKSTABBER. Taking&TWISTING it down, ur so MANIPULATING
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Post by Alana Savage on Jan 10, 2013 22:17:09 GMT -5
My grin remained unchanged. Clearly I had taken this girl by surprised, can't say I blame her though. Not like I really spent a lot of time looking like I was paying attention to my surroundings. For a moment, I thought she might remain frozen like a deer in the headlights forever until her features finally dropped back to a normal state. Her words made a snort of laughter escaped me, and I quickly covered my mouth now as I got a look from the teacher. No doubt she thought I was crazy already like the rest of the school, not that it really mattered. I didn't have anything to prove to these people. She cleared her throat, "Alana, is there anything you wish to say?" Damnit, why did people always feel the need to call on me in class. Either way, I just smiled brightly and shook my head. Watching her back turn, I rolled my eyes before turning my conversation back to the other girl, "I don't know. I heard friendship is magic," I joked back now, still grinning slyly though. She was quite humorous and I didn't even know her name, which really wasn't that shocking since I never cared to try and learn anybody's names around here. Kids here were probably too much in fear of getting kicked out, either that or they just hid all the real parties away from us so we couldn't crash it, or at least, I wouldn't be allowed to crash it. The brunette here might be another story though. Watching her prop up her feet though and earn herself a look by another classmate, I could be rather mistaken. For once. I eyed her curiously for a moment when she asked about sneaking out before my grin broaden into something that might be quite dangerous, "Well, I dare say. You don't look well at all. In fact, you look like you're about to faint. And an upstanding citizen like me would never let you walk to the nurse's by yourself."
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