It doesn't make sense...
/Jo sits alone in her dorm, hunched over a textbook and notepad, scribbling down line after line of interpretations of last night's poetry reading./
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It doesn't make sense...
/Jo sits alone in her dorm, hunched over a textbook and notepad, scribbling down line after line of interpretations of last night's poetry reading./
I need to do something. I can’t be locked up in this room all the time. I need to make friends. -nods to herself- you can do it Dakota. You are a ray of sunshine.
Memories//Para//Open Starter
Dakota sighed, her hair falling perfectly at her sides for once since her parents forced her into this hell hole. “But sweetheart. It’s for your own good.” She laughed a little as her mother’s voice echoed inside her head. “It wasn’t. I could have died. That would have been better.” She mumbled, mostly to herself. She looked around the halls of the Brookhaven Academy. She had just gotten here, and she already hated it. She sighed, examining the walls, mostly with her eyes. There wasn’t a crack in sight. It was so perfect. She laughed a little. “Why is everything here so perfect?” She frowned, suprised that she had said that out loud. She normally wouldn’t have out spoken so much. She wanders over to a chair near the window and sits down, curling up. She hand’t seen anyone else in the Academy yet, nor did she want too. She leans her chin on her knees and lets her mind wander.
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It was summer, a couple years back. She and Drew had just had there 6 month anniversary. There was chocolate, champagne, the giving of gifts and they were finally going to do the deed. Dakota sat there, in his room staring out the window, waiting for him to come back from the washroom. She smelled Drew before she saw him, she always knew when he was around, she looked to him and gasped at what she saw, a shirtless Drew stood at the door. Her eyes looked down his body and he smiled shyly. His wrists were bandaged up, cause he had had a small relapse a week ago and he had wanted them to heal. Dakota patted his bed and he wandered over to her, touching her leg softly. She smiled her sunbeam smile at him. “Are you sure you are ready for this?” Drew looked into her eyes. “Of course I am.” “Are yo-” Before he could finish his sentence, she kissed him, slow at first but then getting a little more heated. They kissed for a while then his hands wandered up her shirt, feeling everything he could get his hands on without breaking there kiss. She kissed back, touching his chest, feeling all she could. He broke the kiss to take her shirt off then he kissed her neck, gently biting it. She moaned at the intense feelings that coursed through her. She felt her body respond accordingly, pushing her hips up into the air. She groaned. “Drew.. Please.” She murmured to him. “Anything for you, My Sunbeam.” He smiled and started taking off the rest of her clothes, looking to her bo-
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Dakota jumped as she closed her mind off again, feeling aroused and not liking it one bit. “Damn it!” She cursed, then looked around, blushing furiously as someone was watching her.
When a guy contacts you and leaves you messages like " You little bitch. I'll find you. Where's my money? You're a fucking whore. I'll kill you" I really don't take those as threats anymore. I just assume he's looking for attention and is having a hard time getting it up
Oh, I didn't see you.
-looks up from the paper she was drawing on- Did you come to color with me?
I don't bite but you can't believe it--
{He walked across campus with his earbuds in, singing loudly along to the song.}
I don't think I give a shit about Kim's life
[Throw the magazine at the wall]
I've way more important things to care about.
So my sister gets herself arrested halfway across the country, and I'm sent to live with a bunch of psychopaths in the middle of nowhere?
That's not to say I'm not a little out there myself, but still.