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Post by » Fallon Crest on Jan 2, 2009 21:41:22 GMT -6
Your heart beats to my voice... School. Some people gag at this word. Others actually look forward to it. Fallon was on of them. I know what you're thinking. Fallon being one of them? Yea, but heres the reason why. She gets into fights with a lot of people in just one day. She starts fights just for the hell of it too.
Fallon walked in with purple skinny leg jeans & a basic graphic tee. As well as eating a orange Popsicle. Purple & Orange are her favorite colors. Her hairs orange too. Go figure. Naturally, it was blonde. But she didn't want to be stupid. It was English. Also one of the easiest for her. Most of the time, she succeeded. She had just realized one of her rivals, Brylee was joining the class. Joy.
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Post by Brylee Sharpe on Jan 2, 2009 22:06:16 GMT -6
Brylee hated starting over in a new school. It meant spending hours in the admissions office arranging schedules and getting records and all that crap. Brylee experienced a totally new form of it today. She was listed as Brett's guardian, so she had to sign all his paper work as well as her own. Totally bizarre. After he was all set up the two Sharpe kids headed their separate ways. They'd missed the first two classes and were now about fifteen minutes into third hour. She took a deep breath outside her English class. She quickly checked herself over. She was wearing True Religion blue jeans, a plain white, form fitting tee-shirt, and black Steve madden boots. Her hair was wavy and parted to the side. She looked good, but not over dressed. She took a deep breath. She was so not used to being nervous.
As soon as she walked in, heads turned, and then watched. She smirked as she walked toward the front of the room and handed the teacher, Mr. Anderson, her late pass. He smiled and welcomed her then pointed toward the back. She started walking back, then stopped right in the middle of the aisle. She laughed out loud. Some orange headed girl-Fallon was it?- was sitting in the desk next to her assigned seat. Ms. Sharpe, anything you want to share with the class?" Mr. Anderson demanded from the front. Brylee rep[lied over her shoulder, No sir, I'm sorry she gave him her most charming smile and continued to her seat. Well, well, well. Look who it is? she whispered to the other girl. How's Jason? she smirked, taunting in her eyes.
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Post by » Fallon Crest on Jan 6, 2009 13:47:32 GMT -6
Your heart beats to my voice... Fallon chuckled. "Hah, hows jason?" She repeated her question raising her eyebrow. "You can answer that question yourself can't you or are you to stupid?" She smiled turning to the board. Fallon despised Bry in a way that was explainable. She stole Fallon's love or "crush". It was her first love and Bry had to take it away. It all began when she moved down to Florida. Most girls got along with her just fine but not Fallon herself.
People that shared a similar personality as Fallon would absolutely hate Brylee. Shes from Vegas, so what? It doesn't mean they could use their Vegas man skills to lure man into their ridiculous traps. Fallon rolled her eyes then finishing her orange Popsicle. She turned to Brylee's direction once more. "Oh, and we'll talk about this later. Unless you want to do it now and make a trouble. But I'll glad to do so." She hissed back.
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OOC//: Wowee, my muse has been dead for quite a while. Sorry . ___ . I'll try my best.
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