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Name: Natalie
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Interests: Music. Art [ I can't define the art I like, but it can warm a soul]. Colors. Dancing like an idiot. Singing horribly. Violin. Eyeliner and Mascara. Colorful stockings. Highheels. Glitter. Ponytail holders. Cameras. Phones of all sorts. Books. Ramen Noodles, which I could live on.
Music MCR, Hot Hot Heat, Hawthrone Heights, The Dresden Dolls, The Used, Metric, Ladytron, Green Day, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The Killers, Thirteen, The Butterfly Effect, A Walk To Remember, O'Grady, Degrassi, Clueless, Queer Eye, Kept, Real World, Daria, The Black Jewels Trilogy, The A-List Series, The Clique Series, && Confessions of Georgiea Nicolson
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Okay, here's some more of the story. Keep in mind that these children were in the 1930s.
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“Morgan!”
Opening her eyes, she let the cool breeze ruffle her hair.
“MORGAN!”
“What is it, Josh?”
“You said that you wanted me to come to the lake.”
“Isn't Annie going?”
“Yes, that still doesn’t explain why you’re lying here in the grass.”
“Yeah. Okay, give me a few minutes to get my bathing suit on.”
“Alright,” he chuckled.
Morgan slowly got up, taking time to stretch and take in the gentle breezes of the first days of the real summer. The first days of August are the only ones that you really appreciate these rare breezes. It seems as if the first week of August is the only real time you could call summer. That’s when the sun decides to shine his brightest and, unless you’re inside a cool place or near water, makes you wish he’d just go away. But, the strange thing is that after this first week, after you’re finished staying inside and avoiding a crowd whenever you can, you want it back and can’t wait until the next year of ruthless heat. That’s when you can enjoy things, such as the smell of flowers and the shade of a tree, the most. Or how the grass feels so cool against the skin that you’re allowed to expose so that your parents will let you go outside.
“Why are you still standing here?”
“Sorry. I was just thinking about something’.”
“Well, hurry up, it’s almost 9:00!”
Josh gave her a slight push from the back and sat down in the grass himself. Morgan opened the door of her countryside estate, where fresh bake bread and spices filled the air. The family’s maid, Tonya, was slicing a loaf of bread when she walked in. Morgan stood for a moment, savoring the smells of Tonya’s hard work, then turned to the main hall. Going up the stairs she heard her two sisters fighting over a play doll they both shared and her mother trying to settle them.
She pushed open her own bedroom door and saw her dog, Lucky, sitting on her fluffy, floral canopy bed.
“Guess what, Lucky?”
The dog seemed enthused when he barked and pawed her bed. Much like a person waiting for an answer.
“Josh and I are going to the lake!”
“Woof!”
“I know! He’s bringing Annie, though. She always seems to get in the way of everything that I want,” she sighed, plopped onto her bed, and scratched Lucky behind the ears.
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Hmmm... my birthday is in about 2 weeks and a few days. I don't know who to invite to my party though. I need some help, give me ideas. I have to have the plans made by this Sunday. I'll edit later with some more of the story.
Is it weird to have a dream that you're pregnant?
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“Although it was a too-hot day and gnats were swarming around me, I looked at your deep brown eyes and pouty lips and decided it was all worth it. That was the day I knew I loved you. I knew you didn’t want to be there but because you did it for me, that made my heart melt. Not that it meant anything. It was always like you, never wanting to turn someone down, even if it was a person you couldn’t care less about.
That day, on that August morning, I wanted to lean against your chest and let your breathing calm me. I wanted you to rest you chin on my dull brown hair, and hear you say that you loved me. I wanted you to kiss me softly, tenderly. But, I knew that would never happen.
Friend. I was always the friend, never the girlfriend. I had known this for quite a time, but the pain still didn’t go away each time I saw you with her. You were different from all the boys I had known before. Even if you weren’t the strongest, or the most beautiful, you were perfect in my eyes.
I should have told you long ago that I loved you. No, not loved but still love you. I wish I would have, maybe things would have ended up differently.”
A tear trickled down her face. Not wanting to let go of his hand, she let it fall. She could almost hear the tear drop on the cold hospital floor. She should have told him. She should have, but now it was too late. Looking at his old hands in hers made her remember the sweet memories of when they used to talk so comfortably together, when the were young and naive. The thought made more tears trickle down her wrinkled cheek. So long ago.
Now things seemed as if everything they had experienced was coming to an end. His breathing was getting shorter and raspier, and he was getting colder by the minute.
She rested her head on the back of the chair and held his hand. Held his hand out of friendship and out of love. Her eyes closed. So long ago…
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Hmmm... what do you think? It's just the prologue of a story I'm writing. It could definately be better, but whatever, I'm bored.
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Let's see...
Bailey's party was yesterday and today. I'm not really tired. It was pretty fun, at first boring, but it got better. It was really hot, though. All the guys were sweating, it wasn't very pleasant. I guess I'll edit or something if I have time later.
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What the fuck kind of word is "jocker." It's not any kind of word. Who the hell made that up because they thought it was cool? It's not cool, people, stop saying it. It makes you sound like a little 5-year-old saying words because he/she doesn't know any better. The same with "rawr." Wtf? Why are you "rawring" (go back to first grade and learn how to spell) at me? Are these people out of their mind drunk or on crack?
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^ Lol, I just find that really funny. It doesn't seem like something I would do.
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^I find it hilarious that they think I have magnetism and that I'm the center of attention. What a laugh hahahahahaha.
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I've had this xanga for a month, this is unusual for me.
Hmmm... I made a new xanga, called Vintage_Glamour_Whore, but it was the exact same thing as this only with a different name, so I figure, what's the point? I'm going to make a goal to keep this xanga for another month which will be hard for me, but whatever.
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I finished the books I was reading. They were pretty good if you ask me. I took a test and it said I was most like Jaenelle and least like Dorothea, which is good. You'd have to read the books to understand why. Who else is going to Bailey's party? Hmm... update later.
Commmment!!! <--- Click and comment her! She's cooool. I Should Have Been Born In The 80s
Um, I've said this a bajillion times but, JOIN OR DIE, WHORES!!!
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Okay, my computer is being gay and won't let me sign onto Yahoo! I haven't been able to sign on all day. Can someone change your password? I hope no one has hacked. I guess I can make a new screen name.
Okay, hopefully I can sign into this one. Okay, I can. My new sn is InTheCenterOfAResturant, so... yeah.
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Lol, my cousin just called me queer. Lol. I told her she was being queer. It's sad that she doesn't know what that means, I mean she is 10. Life is really good right now. It seems like for the first time since we had the fight with Lindsey and since Heather left that we've all been like we used to be. I mean sure we're not like how we were in 6th grade but there aren't any fights. I think we just needed time, well, at least, I did. Good, good, life is good.
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Okay, so I didn't get to go to WOF. Ah, well, some other time, then? My mother was mentally ill on the fourth as she expected me to light the fireworks. Pshaw, I don't want to have a hand blown off, but if they want me to that's just fine. She told me to stop being a baby, so I lit a sparkler. Those things are so nifty, I love them.
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Well, my computer is extremely late, and this is making me oh so crabby. Um... tommorow I'm going to WOF with Deanna. I think I'm going to see Shelby and Lindsey there. What a coinky dink. I went to the mall on Friday. Hugs Not Drugs. I saw Lindsey and Deanna there as well as seeing Erica Armstrong. And Sarah saw one of her ex-boyfriends there, she practically ran out of the store when she saw him. Smores are yummy.
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