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Post by Jack Hill on Nov 26, 2006 0:37:02 GMT -5
[♥]I got my bags packed baby,
And I'm ready to go..
Coffee cup straight from Moe's, huge back pack on her back, and a pencil in hand, Jack walked over to the school lawn and plopped down pretty much in the middle of nowhere. She didn't care if someone tripped over her or anything, she had had a hard night only about seven hours before, and she didn't HAVE to stay out of anyones way. Besides, in her bright yellow top, who could really miss her sitting on the ground? Obviously someone..Seeing as a boy tripped over her about ten seconds after she sat down. Not glaring at him or anything, Jack just mumbled 'excuse me' and took her backpack off. It was far too heavy, and she wished she hadn't have packed so heavily; After all it was only her second day of school. Taking out her notebook which she took with her everywhere, despite her older brothers wishes for her to keep it safely at home where only he could read it, Jack opened it to a fresh page and began doodling in the margins, trying to think about what she was going to write. Scooting up against a tree so her back was against it, Jack pushed her pencil to the top of the page and began to write in her small hand writing, hoping that nobody was up in the tree reading everything she was writing at the time.
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Post by Amy Rider on Nov 26, 2006 1:02:04 GMT -5
&&._hatemetoday.
She laughed as she saw the boy trip over Jack and walked over to her and sat down. "Ey, Jack. 'Sup?" She said, looking at what Jack was doing.
It seemed she was pretty bored, for she was doodling in the margins. "Aww... artwork." She laughed. She pulled her backpack off and looked through it.
She pulled her notebook out and started writing. "I'm gonna write a poem. I'm bored," she laughed and continued writing. |
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Post by Jack Hill on Nov 26, 2006 10:02:04 GMT -5
x.// Shes Dying Inside
Looking up in time to see somebody who looked familliar walking up to her, Jack smiled kindly and waved with her left hand. If she had waved with her right hand, the pen might have ended up somewhere across the lawn, and it would have to stay there.
Yes, Jack would just leave her pen t here to be eaten by the bugs or taken by someone desprate for a pen so they could finish their homework.
"Hey Amy. Nothing much, just writing." Jack replied, putting the pen down on the green grass and wishing she hadn't forgotten her iPOD back at her house. She was pretty much in love with music, listening to it constantly and anyways, she had an Imogen Heap song stuck in her head and the only way to get it out was to hear the song again and again until she felt like throwing up at the thought of the words to the song.
"Not really doodling, I'm writing." Jack was aspiring to be a writer some day, and although that might be true, she wasn't doing THAT type of writing at the moment. She was writing her private thoughts in her notebook which she took around with her all the time, as I told you earlier.
"I like poems. The problem is that I can't rhyme for beans. I guess that means I wouldn't be a very good rapper, right?" Jack tried to imagine herself in those baggy clothes, a hat on her head and a white strip of what looked like tape on her face.
It wasn't possible to imagine herself like that. Too scary for even HER vivid imagination.
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Post by Amy Rider on Nov 26, 2006 14:09:24 GMT -5
&&._i'mamaneater.
Amy laughed. "I don't think either of us wouldlook good as rappers." She said, still chuckling. She had wanted to be an author when she was younger. She still wished she could be one, but she was like Jack, she couldn't rhyme worth beans. She laughed in her mind.
"I can't rhyme worth beans, either." She said. "Not even the ickiest kinds." She laughed. "I'm not lying one bit. I rhyme love with dove." She said, laughing. She couldn't imagine a love poem by herself. Oh, the horrors.
She put a shocked expression on her face. "I just saw a love poem by me... it isn't pretty." She laughed. "I ain't good at that mojo." She smiled. |
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Post by Jack Hill on Nov 26, 2006 14:17:51 GMT -5
[&hearts] 'HELP' IS JUST ONE SINGLE WORD.
Maybe Amy could imagine herself as a rapper..It was too bad that Jack couldn't imagine herself as a rapper seeing as it would get a good laugh out of her on days when she needed to be cheered up. Just imagine herself in the baggy clothes and the tape thing on her face, and the beany on her head singing 'what you know about that?' or something and her mood would be lifted.
"If you can't write poems then why are you writing poems?" Jack asked, a confused look on her face, the one she usually didn't have. Jack was bright, and didn't act blonde just so guys would like her. Guys like girls who act dumb and confused all the time, you know. But Jack would so much rather stick to being herself, she didn't want the guy to like her for being something that she wasn't.
"Love does rhyme with dove..And I don't even want to TRY to imagine my love poem. If I loved the guy enough I would probably try my hardest to make it sound okay, or maybe I would bring Edgar Allen Poe back to life and have him write it for me." Yeah if Jack loved a guy enough she would do pretty much anything for him- The sad thing was that most of Jack's crushes didn't even know that she exsisted. Either that or they ended up being her friend and they didn't seem to have quite the same attraction or feelings for her as she did to them. So she ended up having to phyce herself out of liking them. Sad, yes.
[♥] 'I NEED YOU' MEANS MUCH MORE.[/b][/sub]
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Post by Amy Rider on Nov 26, 2006 14:28:52 GMT -5
Amy smiled. "I don't know why. I just enjoy it. But, I don't think I'm good at it." She said, a confused look on her face. Although she wasn't very good at it, she tried. She didn't do what she thought was good, her standards were too high, but she did her best.
She smiled. "I know love rhymes with dove, but I don't ever think up anything different to put. I don't like the ordinary." She said, laughing.
She thought about the guys she'd been with. None had been love. She may have told them she loved them, but she didn't. It was all puppy love. Most of her relationships were.
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Post by Jack Hill on Nov 26, 2006 14:37:48 GMT -5
[♥] A FAIRYTALE WITH NO HAPPY ENDING.
Hey at least she was trying, instead of giving up and going to eat some ice cream from the freezer as Jack usually did when writing poetry. Which wasn't often, let me tell you.
Yeah Jack tended to get bored very fast when writing poetry. But when writing basically anything else, she could keep going until her fingers started to bleed or come off completely. She got her writing tallent from her father side. [Or is tallent spelled with only one 'L'..]
"Well hats off to you. I get bored after writing the first line of a poem. But I used to write poems with my friend who was pretty good without my parts mucking up the poem." Jack responded, nodding a bit as she began to write once again with her small blue pen. Her mind wasn't really on what she was writing anyways, it was more on her last relationship. It had lasted about half a year. After he broke up with her in public to look like the bigger person, Jack had felt as though she would never like anybody again. He was such scum though, so she figured she would give guys another chance. Maybe not all of them were like that, right? Jack began to wonder if she would find someone for her in the new town..It was possible.
"So when does school start around here? Nine?" Thats what time it had started back at Jack's old school, which had given her lots of leasure time back at home to do anything she wanted.
[♥] CAN THAT BE HOW FAIRYTALES ARE SUPPOSE TO BE?
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Post by Amy Rider on Nov 26, 2006 19:06:01 GMT -5
&&._i'msoexcited.
Amy chuckled. "Aww, I'm sure you can write good. I'm sure you have lots of talent [one 'L'. ;D]." She said. She brushed a bang out of her face and looked at her notebook. She had written a few lines, but she didn't really like what she did, so she erased it.
She put her notebook in her bag and pulled out a book. It was the first book of a series. The book was called Taken by Tim Layhae and Jerry Jenkins. It was a really good book. It was about religion, though, which she knew offended some people.
It was about the end of the world, the Rapture. The Rapture is when Jesus comes back and takes all the good people to Heaven, the bad people are Left Behind (the name of the series) to fight a seven-year war, in the Seven-Year Tribulation. |
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Post by Jack Hill on Nov 26, 2006 21:51:52 GMT -5
Every once in a while,
Pth, talent? [thanks, I figured it was one L] When it came to babysitting and writing books yes. When it came to writing things that rhyme on a piece of paper, no she had no talent at all. That part of her brain which would help her with writing romantic poems or poems that would express her feelings must have died as soon as she was born. Or it just up and left. It knew that it was attached to Jack's body and just kind of decided to quit the job.
"No I really don't have any poem writing talent, but thanks. I do have some normal writing talent though." That she did; Jack could sit down and write some tragedy or play or something all day. Of course she would need food, a bathroom break and someone to talk to her every once in a while, but thats pretty much all day right? The thing Jack couldn't do was rhyme..Or make a play rhyme like Romeo and Juliet. Shakesphere [can't spell] must have been a total genious in order to do that. Closing her notebook, Jack looked towards the blue sky, almost matching her eyes.
OOC__ No muse. Whatsoever.
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