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Post by amanda on Dec 27, 2010 11:38:01 GMT -5
Amanda was pissed, and that was usually something that always happened. But this wasn't pissed cause some guy talked to her. Or faking pissed cause guys were around. No this was real pissed and it was something she was ready to take care of. Storming into the dorms she walked past her room to dorm 13. Home of one Marilyn.
Why was Amanda going to Mari's room? Well she was in class, minding her own business of course, ignoring everyone around her. Well trying to anyway. When someone came up to her and said something about her being some scared little bitch who wasn't really as bad assed as she acted. Now that was what flipped her out, she stood up, pulled the girl toward her.
She whispered in her ear, "I stabbed someone. Tell me who the hell told you that and I won't hurt you." She glared down at the girl, who had started to tremble. She felt bad, she hated to see girls scared but this was necessary to see who the hell was starting rumors about her. What if guys heard them? She'd be screwed. Literally.
The girl finally mumbled Mari's name and dorm number, so Amanda tossed her behind and was now standing in front of Mari's door. She opened it, to angry to knock and surprisingly it was unlocked. "You bitch," she hissed as she walked into the room.
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Post by marilynmahdavi on Dec 27, 2010 12:48:51 GMT -5
mari stood next to the radiator in her dorm room, looking out the window to see a hell of a lot of snow come down from the skies. damn, it was cold. mari had decided to skip class and stay in the warmth of her own room, with hot tea and relaxing music. mari wasn't always such a cold, bitter person. even she reclined peacefully, sometimes. she turned on her heel and stalked toward her bed, the covers still ruffled from her sleep the night before. she rarely ever bothered making her bed. she always kept it somewhat neat, never a complete pigsty. she crawled under the covers and grabbed her ipod, which had been sitting cozily on her nightstand. thank god hawthorne had wifi- she could check her facebook quickly or go on aim to see who was out there. most facilities like this would ban all internet contact, as if the internet would tell her to do more drugs. she did drugs when she wanted and how she wanted, on her own accord. mari wasn't an impressionable idiot. she knew very well what she was doing.
expecting everyone to be in class, she blasted music as loud as she wanted, closing her eyes and bobbing her head to the steady beat. she thought about a lot- about her life back in new york city, about her stupid hawthorne academy was, about that cute boy, rudolph, who she had met at the fields the prior day... and then, amanda tumlin. the bitch thought she was the baddest girl on campus. yeah, right. mari thought, rolling her eyes to the light blue ceiling. mari wouldn't call herself the baddest bitch, but it wasn't like she was the best bitch. the good bitch. mari would always be bad, she love dbeing bad. she loved getting into trouble. she looked for trouble. which was partly the reason she had started talking about amanda in the first place. a stand off between the two of them would be fun. mari didn't know how soon that stand off was coming.
suddenly, it sounded as if someone was outside her door. she cranked her music down and waited for some sort of clarification, a knock at least. no knock, just bitch. mari smiled as amanda barged in, her face full of anger. so, you got my message? mari thought, a grin wrapping around her pink lips. 'You bitch!' amanda snarled as she stormed in. "Yes?" she responded nonchalantly, as if bitch was her name. in a way, it was, she had been called it so many times she could even answer to it. "Can I help you?" mari asked, feigning a bored look. really, though, she was excited. marilyn loved fights, physical or verbal. it didn't matter to her, a fight was a fight. she stood slowly and approached amanda, meeting her eyes head on. [b["I assume you got my message?"
[/b] mari asked, smiling at the girl. outfit.five hundred and seven wordsc:[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] |
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Post by amanda on Dec 31, 2010 12:01:33 GMT -5
Amanda was not in the mood for stupid drama that other people wanted to make. She had her own BIG drama to worry about. So when she got Mari's 'message' the sight was not pretty. For anyone. Not even herself. She hated being angry all the time but she played the role well and it helped with keeping people away. All but Hope. She couldn't take no for an answer.
Walking in, slamming the door shut she stormed over to Mari. "I don't know what the fuck your issue is here but I'd like you to leave me out of whatever your trying to do."
She crossed her arms and glared down, okay so yes Amanda was really really short. Okay not that short she was 5'2 but to her that was short. So she knew that she wasn't always the um..how do you say it. Scarriest person? That works. But she was always the angriest and she was(sometimes) the bitchest. But at other times she was nice and sweet and perfectly innocent.
Well this wasn't one of those rare occasions, this was angry, pissed, ready to stab someone Amanda. She was surprised she hadn't already stabbed Mari(it didn't take her long to stab whats his name..hmm she couldn't remember. Oh well). But it could of been the fact that Mari was one, a girl, two kind of cute(not that she was going to admit that...) "I mean really? Yes this is highschool but could you grow up some?"
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