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Post by Clark Anne Daniels on Aug 1, 2009 0:25:25 GMT -5
 I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING& WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACEAND IT NEVER FEELS OUTTA PLACE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It was beautiful, sunny day. The kind of day that made the birds chirp happily from their nests. Clark hated these days, or maybe she just hated today. Gripping the large script in her hand she glared at the nest tempted to throw the stack of papers at their pretty little nest. She almost did if it wasn't was for the happy family walking out of the ice cream shop. Casually Clark slid her sunglasses over her blue eyes. She wasn't extremely famous, it was just the fact the people recognized her in hopes to meet her parents, and acting low profile was always fun.
Standing in front of the ice cream shop she suddenly felt a craving for a chocolate ice cream, or even better a strawberry shake. She suddenly felt excited and remembered she was supposed to be angry. Giving a small giggle, she shrugged to herself and opened the door to the shop, a cool breeze ruffling her blonde locks.
Patting down her new extensions. She approached the counter where a geeky boy was serving two small kids. Looking at the menu she gave a flirty smile to the boy. "One strawberry milkshake with strawberries and whipped cream on top, oh and can it have a cherry on top,"
she said in a rushed-tone of voice. The boy nodded and Clark handed him a ten-dollar bill not bothering to pick up the change. Grabbing her shake she made her way to a large booth that could seat four, but in this case it would seat one.
Taking a sip of the shake she smiled, it was delicious. But now it was time to study for her script, she sighed lazily and opened the paper book trying to memorize the first lines.
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TAGS // OPEN bby
WORDS // 304
OUTFIT // here
LYRICS // Gives you Hell- The All American Rejects
CREDIT // this superfantastical template was made by ZOESTOLEYOURCAT of caution ! |
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Post by Isabella Chanelle Brookes on Aug 2, 2009 12:17:27 GMT -5
 IF THERE WERE NO WORDS TO SPEAKI'D STILL HEAR YOUR EVERY THOUGHT - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Isabella hopped out of her shower, changing into her orange and white outfit, perfect for the ice cream shoppe. After changing, she pulled on her hoodie and zipped it up only half way. She went over to the mirror, straightening her hair. Forty five minutes later, she had straight hair and makeup done, so Izzy headed out of the bathroom. Neither of her dorm mates were there, so she shoved some things into her Hollister bag and headed out. She had a lot on her mind, and she just wanted an orange milkshake to calm her thoughts. She walked down the sidewalks of Melody Lake in high heels, sighing softly at how beautiful it was outside. It was one warm out, and she was glad she'd worn her shorts instead of sticking to jeans.
Izzy spotted Sweet Scoops and walked it. She pulled a five dollar bill out of her pocket and went up to the counter. The boy was a bit nerdy, and she wasn't about to socialize herself with him, but she knew the kid from the last two times she'd been in here. "Hi, Freddy. An orange milkshake please?" she asked and handed him the five. He smiled at her and took the five, handing her the change. She waited for her milkshake, looking around the ice cream parlor. Izzy didn't really feel like sitting alone, and most of the people there were either younger then her or with a family. She sighed and decided on a blonde girl sitting in a booth for four by herself. When Izzy got her milkshake with the whipped cream on top and a drizzle of orange syrup over that, she smiled at Freddy and turned her back on him, rolling her eyes and dropping the smile.
The petite girl walked over and put her drink on the table with the other girl. "Mind if I sit here?" she asked, sitting down anyway. She slid into the middle of the seat, across from the other girl. "Hey, don't you go to MLP?" she asked, thinking she'd seen her on campus possibly. Izzy was an Alpha, so she didn't know many other people on campus other than the other Alpha's. And one or two lower people that she didn't really get along with. Though, she'd still talk to this girl, just because she didn't feel like being alone at all.
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TAGS // Clark
WORDS // 398
OUTFIT // here |
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