We can still be perfect like the charred city that held onto us for so long.
You take the red pill - you stay in Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbithole goes
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why you want to be a site model ; I've always loved taking pictures, weather they be of myself or others, It's a hobby of mine. Also, I've always wanted to model irl, and this is kind of similar.
what makes you a good site model ; As mentioned above, I love photography and have many pictures to share on polyvore. I also have a huge imagination, and that frequently shows through my pictures- which makes them unique. I can also pull of different looks when necessary. Also, I don't mind people using my pictures at all, as long as they don't fake me.
your name ; Claire Josephine.
height : 5'9 .
your age ; fifteen.
Bio ; It's the simply things in life that make me happy ; music, video games, friends, and my cats. I love happy music that I can dance too, and video games like WoW and COD. My personality is very bubbly, and am usually really hyper. I open up to people way to easily, and I'm not the type to judge. I'm also really self-conscious and I always feel intimidated by people easily.
what makes you a good site model ; As mentioned above, I love photography and have many pictures to share on polyvore. I also have a huge imagination, and that frequently shows through my pictures- which makes them unique. I can also pull of different looks when necessary. Also, I don't mind people using my pictures at all, as long as they don't fake me.
your name ; Claire Josephine.
height : 5'9 .
your age ; fifteen.
Bio ; It's the simply things in life that make me happy ; music, video games, friends, and my cats. I love happy music that I can dance too, and video games like WoW and COD. My personality is very bubbly, and am usually really hyper. I open up to people way to easily, and I'm not the type to judge. I'm also really self-conscious and I always feel intimidated by people easily.
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"Hey" she simply said, with a huge smile across her face.
She looks like that type of person who's always happy and generally nice to everyone she meets. I didn't know many people like that back in Vancouver. And me? Well I was far from that too, but like many other things it was all an act. I just pretended to be someone I wasn't to fit in; I acted rude towards people who didn't dress like me, I wasted all my money on overpriced clothes, I pretend to like shitty music and was simply a stuck up bi tch towards people who weren't popular. But all that, it got me places- it made me one of the most popular girls at school, it got me friends, it got me the perfect all star boyfriend. But It felt as if it wasn't real, as if all that was just fake and I wont let myself do that all over again .. will I? I'm telling myself I wont- but saying and doing are completely different things.
I was getting lost in my thoughts yet again when the strange girl infront of me spoke.
"I'm Courtnee, that's with two ee's." She then giggled and smiled some more. Seeing as I didn't respond, she started up again. "Uhm, you're probably wondering why some stranger with blue hair's at your house. Well, I'm the niece of your mom's friend.. you know, the one who's house you're living in? Anyways, she's at work right now and she told me to come check up on you guys, see if you're doing okay and everything. She also said there was a teenager moving in, so i thought it was my duty to come check it out, you know. In case it was a cute boy." she smirked.
"Oh, well uhm hey Courtnee. My name's Lucy. It's nice that you checked up on us. I'm really sorry for not being a cute boy though. haha"
she stared at me, smiled and said. "Well, a cute girl is good enough I suppose".
I laughed, she laughed, i could feel her and I being really good friends. Now thinking about it, she was really pretty. Gorgeous AND nice, that's rare. She had perfect facial features, high cheek bones, long blue hair, wide-eyed hazel eyes and a smile to die for. Too be honest, by first impression she seemed like type of person i would try and stay away from at all costs. But she's too sweet and nice. I don't know if i could even if i tried.
We started talking about my old life in Vancouver, music, what school I'm going to be attending.. and guess what? It turns out I'm going to her school. AND we're in the same grade! This made me happy inside, ecstatic even. After talking for about 10 minuets there was dead air, she checked her phone and frowned.
"Anyways" She said a little bit too loudly, probably trying to brake the silence. "I actually have to go, sorry for leaving so early. My moms being mean, but I just live down the street if you need anything. My house number's 420, i hope you can remember it okay." We both laughed.
"420? ohman, you must party it up at your house" Yep. That's me trying to be funny, trying to impress her with my wit. And it worked, she actually laughed. I could feel those butterflied coming back.
"Ohyeah. Every day. 4:20. HUGE party at my house. you should come one day, they get pretty wild." Before I could respond she said. "okay, so if you need anything like milk, sugar , flour, eggs, ketchup.. or katsup if you're a cat person. You know, anything at all just swing by and I'll try and help you out okay? But I REALLY have to go."
" Okay, Okay. Go before your mom kills you. It's been really nice talking to you." And I really meant that, even if it was ten minuets, that was the one of the first conversations I've had in a while that weren't boring, superficial or about hot boys.
She said bye, gave me a bear hug and started walking home.
I just stood there, watching her walk away.
I was actually exited to go to school tomorrow.
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it's kind of short, i was going to write more but im going shopping now and would just rather post it. :3
comment,like,suggestions .. anything would be find and really appreciated. :$ just tell me what you think so far :)
thanks guys <3
She looks like that type of person who's always happy and generally nice to everyone she meets. I didn't know many people like that back in Vancouver. And me? Well I was far from that too, but like many other things it was all an act. I just pretended to be someone I wasn't to fit in; I acted rude towards people who didn't dress like me, I wasted all my money on overpriced clothes, I pretend to like shitty music and was simply a stuck up bi tch towards people who weren't popular. But all that, it got me places- it made me one of the most popular girls at school, it got me friends, it got me the perfect all star boyfriend. But It felt as if it wasn't real, as if all that was just fake and I wont let myself do that all over again .. will I? I'm telling myself I wont- but saying and doing are completely different things.
I was getting lost in my thoughts yet again when the strange girl infront of me spoke.
"I'm Courtnee, that's with two ee's." She then giggled and smiled some more. Seeing as I didn't respond, she started up again. "Uhm, you're probably wondering why some stranger with blue hair's at your house. Well, I'm the niece of your mom's friend.. you know, the one who's house you're living in? Anyways, she's at work right now and she told me to come check up on you guys, see if you're doing okay and everything. She also said there was a teenager moving in, so i thought it was my duty to come check it out, you know. In case it was a cute boy." she smirked.
"Oh, well uhm hey Courtnee. My name's Lucy. It's nice that you checked up on us. I'm really sorry for not being a cute boy though. haha"
she stared at me, smiled and said. "Well, a cute girl is good enough I suppose".
I laughed, she laughed, i could feel her and I being really good friends. Now thinking about it, she was really pretty. Gorgeous AND nice, that's rare. She had perfect facial features, high cheek bones, long blue hair, wide-eyed hazel eyes and a smile to die for. Too be honest, by first impression she seemed like type of person i would try and stay away from at all costs. But she's too sweet and nice. I don't know if i could even if i tried.
We started talking about my old life in Vancouver, music, what school I'm going to be attending.. and guess what? It turns out I'm going to her school. AND we're in the same grade! This made me happy inside, ecstatic even. After talking for about 10 minuets there was dead air, she checked her phone and frowned.
"Anyways" She said a little bit too loudly, probably trying to brake the silence. "I actually have to go, sorry for leaving so early. My moms being mean, but I just live down the street if you need anything. My house number's 420, i hope you can remember it okay." We both laughed.
"420? ohman, you must party it up at your house" Yep. That's me trying to be funny, trying to impress her with my wit. And it worked, she actually laughed. I could feel those butterflied coming back.
"Ohyeah. Every day. 4:20. HUGE party at my house. you should come one day, they get pretty wild." Before I could respond she said. "okay, so if you need anything like milk, sugar , flour, eggs, ketchup.. or katsup if you're a cat person. You know, anything at all just swing by and I'll try and help you out okay? But I REALLY have to go."
" Okay, Okay. Go before your mom kills you. It's been really nice talking to you." And I really meant that, even if it was ten minuets, that was the one of the first conversations I've had in a while that weren't boring, superficial or about hot boys.
She said bye, gave me a bear hug and started walking home.
I just stood there, watching her walk away.
I was actually exited to go to school tomorrow.
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it's kind of short, i was going to write more but im going shopping now and would just rather post it. :3
comment,like,suggestions .. anything would be find and really appreciated. :$ just tell me what you think so far :)
thanks guys <3
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