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Post by tyler on Mar 19, 2011 18:42:59 GMT -5
YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE YOUR EYES if ten million fireflies lit upTHE WORLD AS I FELL ASLEEP Pulling on the sleeves of her cropped shirt down a bit. it was third block of the day, and Tyler was skipping class. the blonde haired sophomore was perfectly fine with skipping class. I mean, it was just study so what's the point. A lot of people skipped studies. and she knew that she could go to the auditorium, that was the one place that she could not get caught. she would be perfectly fine there. She pulled her black avanged sevenfold messanger bag over her shoulder and walked out of the Math room after the bell rang. She walked down the hallway, took a right at the stairs and walked down the stairs. She was greeted by a boy, in her grade and she smiled at him. He wrapped his arm around her waist, and just because they hooked up last night did not mean that she was his now. Oh no. Tyler belonged to no one. Not this boy, not anyone. Not even Emmitt. Emmitt thought two nights ago that he could own miss Tyler. Ha. No way. He was greeted with a knee to his dick and her running off before he found her again. He was an asshole, but he was a really hot asshole.
Bitting her lip ring slightly, she pushed away from the boy and walked a different way from him, down to the auditorium. She did not really care about that boy, and she was happy that she was not being followed. Opening the large wooden doors, she walked into the large room, and left her bag full of books on the chair on the first row near the doors. She pulled a small bag of weed out of her bag and skipped down the aisle down to the stage. her bright orange lighter in the pocket of her short shorts. She jumped up on the stage and then walked around, tucking the weed into her pocket. She was not in the mood to get caught with weed right now. She didn't see anyone else here, and she did a full search of the large room, which did take some time before she sat down in the back of the place. She sat there, with the lighter in her hand, and her the weed. Now, the girl thought for a while, and stuffed the weed back into her pocket. She didn't even want to smoke anything right now, which was a huge thing for her. Usually she wouldn't pass it up, but right now she was. Tyler flicked the lighter, a light orange flame appeared and she watched it for a moment.
Earlier this morning, her dad screamed at her, he finally figured out that his darling sixteen year old daughter was a whore. Now, this did not bother her, except for the fact that he had slapped her across the face and then pushed her down. The sophomore was a small girl, and she did not seem to take that well. She did not know what she was gonna do now. Her mother left, her father was the only person she loved. And right now, she wanted to scream. She watched the golden flame for a moment and then looked at her arm. Did she really want to do this? Yes. She flicked the lighter again, another small flame appeared. Stretching out her left arm, she brought the flame to her wrist and felt the extreme heat near her skin before a sering pain appeared and she pulled the orange lighter away from her arm. She put the lighter on the floor of the stage. Her light eyes filled with tears as she looked at the painful red mark on her arm. This was the first time she had done this sober, or clean, or whatever the hell you wanted to tall it. Ty didn't know what she was gonna do if someone found her, hid her arm behind her, and if they asked she would lie and say she fell. Tyler was an exceptional liar, which probably was not the best thing in the world, but what ever. She put her head on her knees and curled up in the corner of the back stage and cried. She was just so confused, and she didn't know how to take her father screaming at her for him finally just now realizing what she had been for two years. A slut, a whore. How ever you wanted to put it.
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Post by sydnayy on Mar 20, 2011 0:31:43 GMT -5
S Y D N E Y ! ☆
HEADPHONES PLUGGED IN HER EARS, and her meds in her bag, Sydney couldn't be any happier. Music could be heard from a few feet away from her, and it wasn't what one would expect her to listen to, like eminem, lil wayne- no. She was listening to Asking Alexandria. She'd never let anyone know this, but secretly, Danny Worsnop gave her the chills, but in a completely good way - in a way no guy in this school has been able to make her feel. Which was good. Sort of. Her bag hung loosely over her left shoulder, with books stuffed in her left arm. Her right wrist was dressed up with a pink cast that cut off in the middle of her wrist. Signatures and fake "I hope you feel better" notes covered it, with hearts and smilies of the like. Her excuse was that Madrid - her fake horse - had spooked and she fell on the trail ride, which also explained the various scratches and bruises that covered her back and arms. In reality, it was her father. He found pot in her room, and he beat her around a bit, and then pushed her down the stairs. Being the small framed girl she was, the one-flight fall hurt. The doctor prescribed her percocet, and warned her not to abuse it. Aha, too late for that. She was poppin' pills like there was no tomorrow. Not only did the pain melt away, but she felt emotionally incapable of feeling anything at all. Her body would numb up, and she'd go into a euphoric coma, only to be woken up several hours later by her parents fighting in the room across the hall. Now, the bottle was nearly empty, with only three pills left. Sydney wanted to refill it, but it was too soon. They'd be very suspicious. Everyone else was in study hall, working away at missing papers and cramming for exams. Syd had slipped away, and was now on her way to the auditorium, hoping she could get at least one or two pills in before lunch. While walking down the stairs, she passed another sophomore. A snarky grin crossed his facials, and his eyes shifted from her placid facials to the rest of her petite body. She wrinkled up her face and glared at him, her knuckles tightening around the cuff of her cast. A simple " Fuck off," would have done perfectly, but her mind was on other things. When she reached the heavy wooden door of the auditorium, she paused for a moment, biting her pink kissers. Her hand slowly turned the door knob, and the darkness of the somewhat empty room engulfed her. The room had a stage, piano, several props and rows after rows of chairs, one of which was occupied by an Avenged Sevenfold bag. Syd arched a brow and placed her shit on the table closest to the door, not daring to turn the lights on. A cool, collected air filled the room, putting her mind at peace. However, the smell of burnt flesh sent off all kinds of alarms in her mind. Panicked, she reached for the lights and flipped them on, bracing herself for a gruesome murder scene. Instead, she saw another girl, leaned up against the wall on a stage. There was no way in hell that that girl was burning, she looked perfectly fine. Sydney cautiously walked forward until a chair stopped her, and then she just stayed there, looking around Ty like a moron. " Uh," she stuttered nervously, reaching her uninjured hand and brushing her hair out of her face. Shit shit shit shit shit shit. " I didn't know you were here...uh, I can leave..." Word count . 616 Notes . bahhh sorry. Really not my best D: Muse . 7/10
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Post by tyler on Mar 20, 2011 12:22:36 GMT -5
YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE YOUR EYESif ten million fireflies lit upTHE WORLD AS I FELL ASLEEP Oh just why did she just do that? She didn't believe in self harming when she was in her right head. Oh no. When she was high, well, that was a completely different story all together now. When she was high, she was a completely different girl. Her true emotions came out, her short bursts of angry seemed to come more frequently. Tyler was a true mess. When the young girl was drunk, she was the biggest bitch known to man kind. Her words would be like venom, and she would actually knee some boy in the junk if they didn't leave her alone. The blonde girl was nothing of being big, she stood at maybe five three, and was very skinny. But it was at least a healthy skinny. She liked everything about her body, except for the burn mark on her arm. That she was not proud of. And it hurt like hell. Biting her light pink lips she moved again, being very careful of her arm, and took out the weed in her back pocket, along with her phone. The little slut felt a bit better about what she did, and how it made her feel, but it still hurt like a bitch. She held her phone in her hand for a moment, before dropping the weed onto her and held her phone with two hands. She opened it up, and then texted a few guys that she knew. She wasn't going to tell them what she did, no that would be downright stupid. Then no one would want to be around here, and then she would not be happy. That would be letter her father win, something she didn't want to do.
Letting her father win would be the last thing that Tyler wanted to do. She wanted nothing to do with that man, and him being a complete asshole to her this morning was not helping that. Ty closed her light colored eyes slowly. Her father had woken her up this morning, like any other morning, and then walked out of the room to go get the phone that had been ringing. Tyler had gotten dressed, and was perfectly fine with how she looked. A cropped shirt that sort of did not look like a shirt anymore, a black tank top underneath it, and jean short shorts that seemed to barely fit the small girl. They seemed almost to.. big for her. She was fine with that though, easier to slip on and off if she wanted to. Her dad seemed to be somewhat intoxicated this morning, and when any large man was intoxicated that was never a good sign. Nope. He called her a whore, a cunt, a slut if you will. Tyler didn't like that her own father was calling her such foul things. He was her father after all. He had slapped her across the face and pushed her across the room before walking out of her bedroom. Tyler didn't cry at that, no. Not when he was around she wouldn't cry.
So now of course, she was going to take it out on herself with a lighter. Stupid girl really. She didn't know what she was going to say about if she wrapped her arm up. ”Oh, I fell in the hallway and I cut my arm open a bit.” crossed her mind quite a few times. That would have to work. She didn't know what else she was going to say, and she sure as hell was not going to actually tell the truth. Haha no. That would just end badly for her, because then the people in the office would find out and tell her father. And that was just going to show that she let him get to her. Which he actually did, but Tyler did not want her father to know that. Hearing a voice, Tyler jumped out of her skin. She looked up at the other girl with panic in her eyes. She was in her grade.. broken arm.. what the hell was her name. She knew she had some class with this girl. But what class! She did not want to look like a moron for not knowing someone in her own grade's name. Tyler put burned arm in her lap, grabbed her phone and the weed and slowly stood up. She looked down and grabbed the neon orange lighter again and stuffed that in the back pocket of her shorts.
”Oh.. no.. its fine.. I didn't know anyone would be in here..” For god's sake. What the hell was that girls name? Tyler didn't know many of the girls in her grade. The sophomore was more friendly with all the guys in the school then girls in her own grade. Ty didn't along with girls very much. Most of them called her a slut, but they had good reason to. She was a whore, a slut if you will. She did sleep around, she did fuck most of the guys in the school. But she was happy that way! Tyler looked dumb founded at the girl.
What was her name.
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