love will find a way.

the heart wants what the heart can't have. hi, i'm farrah. currently residing in l.a. 7teen years old.

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 “Oh, so you’re new here? I’d love to show you around, I can do this anytime.” Farrah couldn’t hide her smile, and she jumped up from the table a little too quickly. She shook her head and stared at the carpet, trying not to seem as enthusiastic. She wanted to be careful with her first impression on Annette, and she realized it was different than all the other times she’d cared what others thought of her. Farrah felt like she really needed Annette’s approval, and her friendship. She shot another toothy smile, and slung her bag over her shoulder. “You lead the way,” she said through her smile.

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Annette smiled back at Farrah, slinging her book bag back over her shoulders as she stood up. “Well, I guess you know this is the library.” She laughed, leading the other girl out into the hallway. “So, tell me about yourself. How…how was your Valentine’s Day?” Annette asked hesitantly, beginning to wonder her way to the gym. She could tell that Farrah was a little more interested in getting to know her rather than the school.

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 “Well, I guess you know this is the library." Farrah giggled, brushing her hair behind her ear. “So, tell me about yourself. How…how was your Valentine’s Day?” Farrah straightened her posture, glancing around. Why is she asking about Valentine's day? As much as Farrah wanted to find this weird, she couldn't hide her goofy grin. "Boring, they always are," she smirked, "and how was yours? Did you boyfriend get you anything?" she laughed, hoping it didn't seem too obvious why she was asking.

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“Oh, uh, sorry. I live down the street- I didn’t realize someone had moved in already. I’ve always just kind of come here to get away- Sorry, I’ll just go.” Farrah shook her head, rushing to catch up with the girl. “What’s the rush?” she shot a small, half-smile. “We can...

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  “That would be great, actually. I’m Violet, nice to meet you. How do you like California so far?” Farrah straightened her back and squinted to see the girl better. "I'm Farrah, and California's... cool. It's way different, but I like it," she replied with a slight smirk playing on her lips. "Well, maybe everything except Westfield. It's filled with bitches," not unlike myself, ha, "Do you go there?" she walked over towards the girl, still not being able to see her well.

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ooc

okay, i only had time to reply to angel but let me just really quick explain. i'm kind of grounded right now and there's a lot of stuff going on irl so it's hard for me to get on (school-involved things) but i promise after i get things going again, i'll be on just as much as i was before. just like/reblog/etc this if i owe you a reply and i'll try to get you one by the end of the day or tomorrow. i'm really sorry guys. :l

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 Farrah smiled at the suggestion and she nodded quickly. "That'd be so awesome," she gushed, glancing back at her window where her guitar was lying next to her bed. "Really, it's a great idea," she laughed, thinking of the feeling of the strings under her fingers as she strummed, how proud she was of her callused fingers. She wanted to practice as much as she could so she could be better, so she could have something of her own all to herself. "We can do it whenever," she laughed, with her smile still painted on widely.

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ooc: okay, goodnight guys. i'm exhausted, and i'll reply to angel in the morning (and whoever else hasn't replied yet). :)

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Sometimes I just don't feel like being optimist anymore...

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 Don’t say that.

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Hi Farrah… Is just that in this house… I feel… Lonely.

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 I know what you mean, it does that to me too.

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How have you been Farrah? 

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 I don’t know. Weird, things are good but it still doesn’t feel right. Nothing does anymore, you know? How are you, Sapphira? I haven’t talked to you much since we’ve moved, sorry about that.

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I know right? Sometimes I feel like screaming about all these changes. But is for good. I’ve been dancing, entertaining myself because I feel like this house has something. I feel like someone is watching me sometimes, is cold and… I’m crazy forget about it. Let’s say that I’m doing my best to be cheerful about this whole change. What about you? Oh Don’t worry about it, shit happens anyways. ;)

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 No-- no, you're not crazy. It's just hard adjusting to all the changes, I get it. Sometimes I feel like someone's watching me too, but we're just paranoid probably. It'll get better, right?

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Farrah was studying, or trying to at least, when she heard music coming from her backyard. She walked over to the window, and saw a girl playing her...

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 As Farrah read, her eyes would widen, she'd nod her head, or she'd raise her eyebrows, trying to follow along with the words sprawled out. "You play guitar?" she asked, excitedly, "I do too! Well, I mean I'm not great or anything, but--" she stammered, shrugging. "You should play something for me sometime," she smiled, hoping maybe this would be her chance to make a friend who could help her with her guitar playing.

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Farrah had just gotten home from cheerleading practice when she noticed a silhoutte in her backyard. She’d found out she was locked out of the house, and had decided to check if the backdoor was locked, and there she was, alone with a stranger. As she approached the figure,...

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 “Oh, uh, sorry. I live down the street- I didn’t realize someone had moved in already. I’ve always just kind of come here to get away- Sorry, I’ll just go.” Farrah shook her head, rushing to catch up with the girl. "What's the rush?" she shot a small, half-smile. "We can hang out," she said, just as boldly, then bit her tongue realizing how weird her suggestion actually sounded, "I mean, since you're my neighbor and all, we're gonna see eachother a lot. Why not make a friendship out of it?" she bounced, smiling wider.

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Farrah sat next to her sister at the table, keeping her eyes locked on the ground. It was always awkard when it was just the two of them, and Farrah wished her dad, or one of her siblings would stroll in, but of course they wouldn’t because they weren’t home. Farrah and Larissa had talked not that long ago, but it felt like a whole lifetime ago because a lot had happened since then that had taken it’s toll. Farrah wanted to ask if her sister was okay, but that would imply that she cared, and she wasn’t entirely sure that she did. She wanted Larissa to ask if Farrah was okay, but of course she wouldn’t for the same reason. When her dad had announced they were moving and they’d all complained and moped, there had been apart of her that had hoped she could mend things with Larissa, but maybe they were already too far apart. Ever since they got to their house, nothing had changed anyways, well, not for the better at least. It felt like her and Larissa had gotten even farther apart, and even though her sister was inches away, she was almost a whole world away.

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Larissa sat at the table awkwardly and wondered why she stayed. Things had gotten even more fucked up since she and Farrah had last talked. “So…” She drew out the word and tapped at the table with her knuckles. “Have you talked to Abram lately?” She only called Abram ‘dad’ when she was talking to him. She considered him as a father, but never grasped the father-daughter relationship.”He totally caught me smoking the other day…it was pretty awkward…”She rambled on hoping to get Farrah to talk. 

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“So…” Farrah flinched when she heard her sister's voice, and she fumbled with her hands, awkwardly. “Have you talked to Abram lately? He totally caught me smoking the other day…it was pretty awkward…” Farrah bit her lip, and shrugged. "I don't talk to him much anymore." she replied slowly. Lately, she'd felt like her family was some big charade. Not only did she have the complicated relationship with her sister, which consisted of mostly hate, but she barely ever saw her brother or other sister, and she'd never been able to open up much to her dad. She loved them all, really, but they'd always been so distant, drawn far apart from another. "I bet," she forced a laugh, after hearing about Larissa getting caught smoking, "Did he freak?" she wanted to keep the conversation going, but she found that it was hard to think of things to talk about with her.

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@ Larissa

Farrah sat next to her sister at the table, keeping her eyes locked on the ground. It was always awkard when it was just the two of them, and Farrah wished her dad, or one of her siblings would stroll in, but of course they wouldn't because they weren't home. Farrah and Larissa had talked not that long ago, but it felt like a whole lifetime ago because a lot had happened since then that had taken it's toll. Farrah wanted to ask if her sister was okay, but that would imply that she cared, and she wasn't entirely sure that she did. She wanted Larissa to ask if Farrah was okay, but of course she wouldn't for the same reason. When her dad had announced they were moving and they'd all complained and moped, there had been apart of her that had hoped she could mend things with Larissa, but maybe they were already too far apart. Ever since they got to their house, nothing had changed anyways, well, not for the better at least. It felt like her and Larissa had gotten even farther apart, and even though her sister was inches away, she was almost a whole world away.

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Farrah was studying, or trying to at least, when she heard music coming from her backyard. She walked over to the window, and saw a girl playing her flute on the gazebo. She opened her window, and leaned on the window sill, closing her eyes as she listened. The music was...

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 Farrah squinted to see what the girl was doing, and she was surpised when she read what the girl had written. She stepped closer, raising her eyebrows. "You don't talk? How do you live?" she laughed, leaning against a rail on the gazebo, "You are really good though, at the flute. Whatever you were playing was really pretty. I suppose I wouldn't talk much either if I could make music like that," she smiled, pushing her hair out of her face.

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Angel had been alone today, and thinking—or, really, over thinking. She knew over thing wasn’t a good thing, but she was. This usually happened once in a while and it sucked whenever it happened. She got depressed and sometimes shed a tear or two. It was just about stupid things like her mom and...

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 Farrah was studying, or trying to at least, when she heard music coming from her backyard. She walked over to the window, and saw a girl playing her flute on the gazebo. She opened her window, and leaned on the window sill, closing her eyes as she listened. The music was beautiful, and for the moment, Farrah didn't mind that someone was in her backyard. She liked to play her guitar out there sometimes too, it felt like a stage, and she was happy other people could enjoy it too. After listening for quite awhile, Farrah closed the window and hurried down the stais, then out the back door. She approached the girl at a slower pace, then, and smiled. "You're good," she called out.

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Sometimes I just don't feel like being optimist anymore...

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 Don’t say that.

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Hi Farrah… Is just that in this house… I feel… Lonely.

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 I know what you mean, it does that to me too.

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How have you been Farrah? 

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 I don't know. Weird, things are good but it still doesn't feel right. Nothing does anymore, you know? How are you, Sapphira? I haven't talked to you much since we've moved, sorry about that.