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Post by blake michael rhen on Feb 27, 2010 20:17:21 GMT -5
"Xandy! Will you buy me a cappuccino?" Yet another flirty tug on my arm. I smiled at the little cloud of girls behind be, following faithfully like little puppies chasing after me wherever I went. "Now Mandie, you know I don't play for that team." I grinned and poked her nose, sending her away, giggling to one of her other friends.
The silence didn't lasst long though, as another girl was sucked into my black hole of attention. Im fact, the only one I hadn't started a conversation with was a girl named Tori, and she wasn't exactly like the other girls here. Her thick black eyeshadow was the direct contradiction to their shades of light pink, just as her frown stood out against the silly grins that surrounded the both of us. Edging closer, I made an effort to make her feel more at ease.
"Now come on Tor, you can't walk around all day with a look that just screams that your PMSing." I joked. She looked at me, a half smile gracing her lips, and replied, "With these girls, I''d much rather be. I don't even know why I agreed to come here." I sighed. "I know they're not your friends, but could you at least make an effort?"
I noticed her potent glare as my little fan club returned, and fought to stay next to her. "How about Saturday then, and you'll do the inviting, I promise." She nodded and left befrore I could stop her.
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Post by LindsayCarol♥ on Feb 27, 2010 20:40:11 GMT -5
Name? Silence Rister. Age? Sixteen. If someone were to write a book about me, that'd be about the only information to write. Or at least, the only thing anyone else knew about me. I was very appropraitely named as far as I was concerned, and sometimes I felt like a blended in too much with all the silence that my days consisted of. Though I loved my name, that was a huge downside. I felt as if I was nothing but the nonexistent noise around me. That's why I was sitting alone in a booth at Starbucks in the Daeland Mall. Just so I wouldn't feel like a shadow.
Unfortunately, with all the attention Gabe was getting, it was enough to make anyone, even the most obnoxious prep, feel like his shadow. Everyone just went through the motions with him; mimicked his popularity and basked in his glow. So...I guess I was less then a shadow since I never talked to him. Why? Because I was Silence. And he is sound. I buried my nose in my notebook and fumed at the highpitched crowd weaving through the coffee shop after Gabe. They'd only be in here for so long? Right...?
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Post by blake michael rhen on Feb 27, 2010 21:17:59 GMT -5
Gossiping. The one thing I couldn't stand about these girls. One moment they were giggling about with guy had the cutest butt, (something I could relate to) and the next, they were huddled in the corner, stealing glances and whispering.
"See that girl? Isn't her name Silence? What kind of name is that? I don't know, but I hear she's really weird." Man, they were really starting to piss me off. So they were ok with my red, black, and zebra-print hair, but not with some girl's name?
I watched with growing irritation as my little group rose and walked over to the poor unsuspecting prey. "So I heard your name is Silence. That's a pretty cool name." What seemed like a compliment was ruined by the obvious malice. I sighed rather loudly and stood in a slow, pouty way, not really wanting to defend yet another person right after Tori managed to escape.
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Post by LindsayCarol♥ on Mar 3, 2010 7:41:21 GMT -5
I sneered inwardly at the blunt obnoxiousness of the girls now trying to engage me in some sort of humiliating conversation. My eyes narrowed but a corner of my lips turned upwards in a smirk that could be mistaken for a genuine smile. All the better for me. Wow, you think so? Thanks! And I think you have a hideous name." I kept a straight face throughout my retort and let my eyes sparkle in false innocence. That chick's name was Wendy right? Close enough. I watched the looks on their faces for about half a minute, basking in the fire of a hundred glares and dropped jaws. I raised my hand in a mocking salute, smiled at the entire group with rare color flushing my cheeks as I realized what I had summoned the bravery to say, and scurried from the coffee shop with no idea where to go or what to do.
I was what people back in my parents' age would call the "typical nerd". Now, I'm sure they had a more modern name for it, most likely involving the f word. Knowing that I wouldn't get much of my history report done at the mall and that if I kept reading, I'd just be tormented more, I wandered aimlessly around the perimeters of the coffee store, gazing longingly into the clothing stores like Hot Topic, knowing I'd never fit in with the teenagers shopping there. And there was the fact that my father would murder me if I ever purchased clothing with a skull on it...My eyes darted down to my navy blue sweater with purple stripes and my jeans with no holes except for the small ones I had fallen to create. This was me, and this was as dark a shade as my clothing got.
But I was far from prissy at least. If I had to choose a road other then the one I currently tread, that'd be the one that I'd choose something awful like circus dwelling for just to avoid it. Feeling entirely bored but with no one home to go to, I sat on a random bench by a fountain and watched as toddler after toddler dropped their coins in just to trip and follow them right into the water. Oh how lucky they were to live uncomplicated lives that consisted, still, of just sleeping, eating, and filling their diapers. I then tried to picture all of them as teenagers, and what they'd be going through. In the end, I still didn't find anyone like me.
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Post by blake michael rhen on Mar 12, 2010 14:08:35 GMT -5
Pacing around the rest of the mall with my little herd, I was dragged into numerous stores around the lines of Abercrombie and Hollister, not that I would even think about purchasing the untasteful shit that was sold there. Not that the clothes were the only limitation. I've already resigned myself to the fact that I can befriend almost anything that moves, but some of the shoppers in these particular stores really pushed that little rule. I'd been called Fag 6 times, Freak twice, and Homo a grand total of 13 times just in four stores alone. What can I expect though? People don't take well to difference, and hate what they cannot accept. That's just the way humanity is.
Now they were heading for Victoria's Secret, and I was really beginning to question my judgement when I agreed to go shopping with these girls. And I was right. Almost forty-five seconds in, I was asked what size bra I wear by some douche trying to act cool in front of his girlfriend. A new record. Turning to him, I gave him a sly grin and replied, "A 32. I finally got out of the training bra. You might want to be looking for the Bs though, I dont think you're getting enough support down there. Your friend might be able to help." I motioned at his date, until I noticed that one of her breasts was little bigger than the other, not to mention it had small, subtle lumps here and there. Stuffing, another attempt to be accepted, and not deemed an outcast. "Or maybe not."
Pretending not to notice his glare, I politely excused myself from the store and walked over to wait outside. I caught a glimpse of that girl, Silence was it? I couldn't help myself but grin at the memory of her I had experienced, the girl had fire. If only she hadn't left, hadn't let weakness overcome her, she mightv'e gotten a chance. A chance to be like me. After all, I used to be that person, the outcast, the exile. She might not realize it, but she had potential, and if she just took a risk, she could find a way to make people accept her, like I had.
Walking over to my "student", I sat directly in front of her. "Hey, nice shot earlier, couldn't have done it better myself."
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Post by LindsayCarol♥ on Mar 17, 2010 23:43:29 GMT -5
I arched an eyebrow at Gabe's abrupt entrance but trained my gaze not to wander. Still watching the fountain with dull amusement, I cooly replied,"Oh you mean the stunt I pulled with your friends? Well gee that's a relief because I was aiming for your approval the entire time oh King of Comedy!" I stood up from the bench, bowed low to the ground at Gabe's feet, then spat on his shoes before turning aoround and flipping my hair over my shoulder.
If I didn't know any better, I would have been proud of myself. But something told me this clown wasn't going to give up. I kept walking away, desperate to hide in the nearest bra store, but couldn't help bracing myself for impact. Gabe wouldn't really follow me into there would he? I timidly turned the corner and found a window outlined with pink feathers, various collections of flowery undergarments decorating the interior. Perfect.
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Post by blake michael rhen on Mar 19, 2010 23:37:45 GMT -5
To tell the truth, I was seriously suprised by her reaction. I was trying to help her, wasn't I? Did she want to stay Miss No Friends forever?! She even had the bitchy hair flip down too. Glaring after her as she squirreled away, I started to formulate a plan. "Oh, it's on."
Why is it always lingerie stores? Do girls find santuary behind every thong they find? I hovered outside, wondering if the barrage of insults was really worth it. Not to mention the fact that half the women shopping there were over forty. Taking a deep breath, I braced myself and stormed in as loudly as I could. "Silence, what the hell. I told you to buy some condoms before anything else, and look where you go. Big suprise, but if you're gonna be a slut, do it right at least."
I grabbed a pair of light blue panties and brought them over to her, making sure my voice carried throughout the store. "These are cute, but what if you bleed through? And I have bought you tampons for the last time, I swear. Red's sexier too." Grabbing her arm, I began too slowly tug her out of the store, lowering my voice to a whisper. "I just want to talk, ok? You don't have to bitch at me like that, I'm not like those other girls. And don't give me that look, this is what you get for shitifying my Converse." I noticed an old lady staring at me and faced her dead on. "What are you staring at? Are people always this impolite, or am I missing something?" I grinned as she quickly looked away and continued guiding Silence to the exit.
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