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Post by alliya on Feb 23, 2011 18:12:25 GMT -5
  I'M THE NEW CANCER[/B][/size][/font][/size] •• N E V E R • L O O K E D • B E T T E R ••[/i] A N D Y O U C A N ' T S T A N D I T- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Alliya laid down on her towel. The beach was perfect this time of year. Cool so that not many people were there, but also cool to the point where the water wasn’t warm enough to swim. She loved spring. All the scents and flowers. They just made everything perfect. Alliya was happy and content just laying in the sun. It would help her tan, and clear her mind.
She had sunglasses covering her eyes so that she could relax peacefully and that the sun wouldn’t be killing her eyes. She heard someone moving the sand and she sighed. She wanted to be alone, but of course who does that kinds of things now. No one, she hadn’t gotten to be alone for more that five minutes ever since Monroe. Everyone was watching her to make sure that she didn’t touch her again.
They also probably wanted to make sure that she didn’t have another break down like she did with Blake. Yes, Blake had told Ian because he was worried about her. She was basically on constant watch, she believe that it was because they thought she may just kill herself. She didn’t hate her life that much, just what happened. But anyone would. Although she had also shut herself off.
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Post by amanda on Mar 17, 2011 12:43:44 GMT -5
And we were never alive
And we won't be born again [/font][/color][/size]  credit to lenalethal of caution 2.0Amanda used to be a fun loving, slightly shy, girlie girl. Hell she used to wear dresses on a daily basis. Sometimes, when her mother thought she was being such a good mother she’d go out and buy her little Mandy something. Though she had no clue, cause she was never home, that Amanda hadn’t worn a dress since the incident. The incident her mother never believed happened, that she thought Amanda made up. Though who would make up such a thing, had to be a cruel heartless bastard. And that was saying something, cause most people thought those words would go with Amana. Or at least people at school, the all thought she was a cold heartless bitch, but in all honesty she was no different then them, if not just a little more freaked out
So when she found out it was warmer outside she flung her closet door open, trying to find an outfit to wear. She wasn’t sure why, but her eyes layed on one of her dresses, the grey and purple one that she loved when her mom bought it. She wore it in her room for hours before she had to leave and threw on pants and her usual, keep boys away, outfit. But now she wasn’t as scared before, and she was planning on going out where no one was around. Where no one could harm her, because they wouldn’t know she was there. Or at least no guy would harm her, not if she had anything to do about it. So she grabbed her hoodie with the cute little hearts, just in case it got to cold. She stuck on her boots before sliding her closed pocket knife into the pocket of her hoodie and another in her boot.
She rode the bus to town and started down the familiar walk that she took once before. She smiled brightly as she saw the sand and hurried before checking her surroundings. She only saw one person, a girl, she vaguely remembered seeing her maybe on chat or around somewhere. Her name was empty in her mind so she just sat close, but not close enough to look like something. She slid her hoodie off and placed it on the sand, careful to not drop the knife out and slid her boots off as well. She spread her hoodie out so she could sit, keeping the pockets up, for easy access to her knife as she continued to take around her surroundings. She ran her hand over the pocket, feeling her knife and relaxed slightly, laying down and keeping her eyes open. She didn’t bring her music, cause she wanted to be alert, she wanted to make sure she knew someone was coming. More or less because when she leaned back, her dress hiked up to mid-thigh instead of knee length. She felt odd, and when she tried to pull it down she knocked her boot, the knife skidding out. “Fuck,” she said louder then she thought, she sat up straight and reached for it, before realizing when she moved, her dress hiked up even further. She mentally cursed and just sat there, flicking the knife open, making sure no one was around to harm her.
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