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Post by `elizabeth rose ;; on Feb 6, 2010 18:56:54 GMT
I just kept on looking away whilst he was... What was he doing? It seemed like he was trying not to laugh at something... What did I say? '... You're making me nervous just standing there like a lemon. ... Lemon. That had to be it. Alright, fucking, grow up.
[/color] I thought in a pissed tone. I must be tired, I'm not like this, usually. I felt like saying what I thought out loud... Maybe I should just stop talking for the rest of the day and see if I make people happier. Yeah... That should work? My eyes followed him as he sat down, leaving a space between us. Psycho mind reader now? No... It must be a coincidence. Mind reader, what am I thinking? Sonnisle = craziness. I've decided. I'm leaving it at that. He asked me where I came from, and I almost glared at him. Where did I come from!?I then relaxed when he changed his words. I lived in England, with my parents, I then sighed feeling a little depressed at the next thing I said, My two sisters, Leah and Mia, and my brother... Jake.I felt a wave of sadness when I said my brothers name out loud and he wasn't here. Our unusual relationship meant everything to me, and now we've been broken up. We're miles and miles away from each other... What about you? I asked, the sadness still strong in my voice. *** Words: 237 Notes: POOR, UNFORTUNATE elizabeth. xDDD[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/font]
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Post by */ keith gray on Feb 6, 2010 19:05:36 GMT
the jock could almost feel the tension in the air when he asked elizabeth where she came from. he blinked, wondering what that was about, before he realised it. dayum! everything's an innuendo... in your end-o... why do i have a dirty mind? keith mentally laughed, before he looked at elizabeth when she answered his question, relaxed again. he blinked slowly, noticing sadness in her eyes, but not making a comment about it. the sadness was still thick in her voice, and the year nine raised a thin eyebrow before shrugging a little.
"i come from scotland... i'm an only child, and an orphan at that, so i lived in an orphanage..." nothing to be ashamed of though. and i hope she won't take pity on me... that really fucking bugs me... the year nine thought to himself, looking down with a small thoughtful look on his face.
NOTES} they come flocking to me crying "will you help us pretty please?" and i help them, yes indeed!
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Post by `elizabeth rose ;; on Feb 7, 2010 11:58:18 GMT
I coughed once as he told me he was an orphan. And there was me, almost crying over my family when I could talk to them at any time. Keith couldn't talk to this parents, and he didn't have any siblings... Then again... He didn't actually sound sad about his parents. He must've been very young when they passed away, or maybe he was suffering more than he'd let anyone see. He seemed like that kind of guy... Tough on the outside; but dying inside.
He then had a thoughtful expression spread across his face. What was he thinking now? I looked at my hands as I pressed them together, twisting my wrists slightly. What should I say now? Did he not want me to take pity on him? Would he think I was heartless if I didn't?
So many questions. Not many answers.
I then spoke, my voice low; almost a whisper, Where you young... When they passed away?
My voice was soft. In a way I was taking pity on him, but when I spoke I was just being nice about it. I wasn't horrible like, Fuck it, it's nothing to do with me. Too bad. And I wasn't being all stupid like, Aw, I'm sorry, you must be really, really upset. And there's me getting all sad... BLAH BLAH BLAH.
It was just... Normal.
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Words: 221 Notes: 'fuck it.' xDDDDD
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Post by */ keith gray on Feb 7, 2010 16:12:22 GMT
a soft mutter came from keith, something along the lines of good morning day, sorry i'm not there. a confused look came into his eyes when he said that, but he shook his head a little, casting that thought far, far away. if elizabeth made a comment about that, he would simply brush it off with a quiet, "i don't recall saying that".
"where you young... when they passed away?"
it was a good job it was in a voice that wasn't caring, but it still had a hint of pity. that made a small smile come onto keith's face as he struggled to think of how to explain it. he could barely remember how old he was when his father died, but it must've been about... "my mother... died in childbirth, and my father worked in the army, and when i was eight he was sent to iraq..." was it when he was eight? the jock continued on, "i can recall hearing news of him dying when i was about nine." the memory of the news made keith turn his head away from the floor, and he pulled both legs up onto the bench, facing away from the year eight and sitting cross-legged.
he really didn't want to talk about it anymore... was that the reason why he turned to drugs? no, some older kids had persuaded, not forced, him to take drugs... but... maybe keith had gave in to them because his parents were dead...
don't think about it. he told himself harshly, narrowing his eyes a little.
NOTES} mow.
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Post by `elizabeth rose ;; on Feb 13, 2010 14:57:35 GMT
I looked at him with a confused look as he said something very quietly, I opened my mouth to speak, but then decided to drop it. He looked a little confused himself. It was quiet for a few seconds but then he started speaking again. I listened as he told me how they died. How would I die? When would I die? Where would I die? How would some I love d-. No. I won't go into that. I can't stand the thought of it... Because there were some people who I loved who were quiet old. Their time could be soon... I never want to lose them, though. But there's nothing I can do about it. Sometimes on a night when I've had a bad day, I get terrible thoughts. Things I know which are true, unless something goes the wrong way. Thoughts like my Mum dying before me, and stuff like that. I try to leave those thoughts as far away from me as I can. I hate thinking about it.
I sighed as he crossed his legs on the bench. I could tell by his body language he didn't want to talk about it any more. I bit my lip, thinking of what to say. What was there to say without completely changing the subject?
I'm sorry... Um... Should we talk about something else?
I swung my legs a little, kicking some of the leaves on the floor. I heard my phone go off; I had a text. I took the phone out of my pocket and read the text; it was from Jake. Something really weird has happened, Lizzy. We got down to the beach and it was all blocked off, apparently some dead person's been washed up... The party got cancelled. x.x Is there anything you wanted? What weird timing. I stared at the message, reading it over about six times before letting out a nervous laugh and putting the phone away. I looked at Keith. The shocked look probably easy to see. How weird was that? I'd have to reply later.
My brother... I shook my head, trying to drop the subject, ... Something always happens at the wrong time.
I smiled weakly and quickly snapped my eyes to the floor. We all know how THAT guy died...
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Words: 379 Notes: well i had to come up with SOMETHING. xDD
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Post by */ keith gray on Feb 13, 2010 15:44:17 GMT
{ so what if you can see } { the darkest side of me } { no one will ever change this animal i have become } - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - as he crossed his legs, he heard elizabeth let out a small sigh. he raised an eyebrow a little, before shrugging a bit in answer to her question. "i don't mind," and it depends on what about," the jock narrowed his eyes a bit before casting his thoughts to happier tastes - music. he loved music, especially actually making it. he can remember writing the lyrics to his first song and meeting jun, george and jordan and then them getting together to form a band... they all aspired to be celebrities, singers, in a band, and that's how their band came together. they each liked the same type of music, loud, rock, alternative. it was good to find such good friends and potential stars like himself. a small smile played on the thirteen year old's lips, and he never noticed the blonde girl's phone go off.
he closed his eyes, before opening them as soon as he heard a nervous chuckle from the other person. he had almost forgot she was there, and therefore had swung around, feet on the floor with eyes narrowed slightly, but they immediately softened upon realising it was just lizzy.
"what happened?" he asked, curious, one thin blonde eyebrow raised. that must have been... oh, keith remembered hearing a quiet sound while in his thoughts about music. that must have been the year eight's phone. a text from said brother. keith blinked a few times, waiting for an answer.
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Post by `elizabeth rose ;; on Feb 14, 2010 15:15:54 GMT
I didn't know what to talk about then, so I kept silent, thinking about the text. Jake knew I hated this stuff so why did he even bother telling me? Well he did ask if there was anything I wanted, because I didn't exactly want him to go before he put the phone down. I was on my own then, but now I have somebody to talk to, so it doesn't really matter. I let out that nervous giggle and he swung around, making me jump a little. He must've forgotten I was here... Oh well. It happens.
What happened?
I stared at him, shocked, as if to say, 'you can't ask that!'. My eyes flicked to the floor, then back to him again, sighing. Well, if he doesn't like what he was going to hear, then I blame him for asking.
Jake- My brother- Was meant to go to a beach party today. When he got there, it was all blocked off... A corpse has been found on the sand... I covered my face with my right hand, Something always happens at the wrong time.
I took my hand away and looked at Keith to see how he would react. He might think nothing of it, or... I don't know, we'll just have to see, won't we?
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Words: 214 Notes: it's a very crap post. i have NO idea what to put. o.0
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Post by */ keith gray on Feb 16, 2010 17:52:19 GMT
{ so what if you can see } { the darkest side of me } { no one will ever change this animal i have become } - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - the stare from elizabeth meant nothing to keith. he was curious, and even if whatever happened was horrible, the jock wouldn't regret asking. he blinked a few times, waiting, then he heard the blonde's answer. oh, lovely, a corpse. the year nine merely blinked, before shrugging to himself. "even though that happened at the wrong time, it happens all the time," he said once the year eight had finished speaking, tipping his head from the side as he shifted a bit. he'd better go, really, but it was interesting to get to know a year eight before school started. keith slid off the bench, standing up and adjusting the strap of his bag a bit.
"i'd best be going. i was going to go back to my dormitory and then go to the stables to take care of my horse," keith said, frowning a bit. he had a feeling that there was something else to do, but he couldn't put his finger on it. "i'll see you whenever, elizabeth," the jock smiled a bit, stepping back and waving slightly with his right hand before he turned around and started walking out of the small woodland clearing, back to the park and on his way back to sonnisle academy.
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Post by `elizabeth rose ;; on Feb 20, 2010 16:16:53 GMT
I tried my best not to picture the dead man on the beach in France, wherever my brother was. All torn up... White... Covered in blood. Yes, I'm not that great when it comes to blood, at all. If I see it, talk about it in detail, or see pictures (even if it's in my mind), I will faint. It's happened a lot throughout my life. I'm not sure what it is that kills me, but there's something. It's why I don't do very well when we're talking about this kind of stuff in biology. I pushed the thoughts away, trying to concentrate on something more bright and... Nice. Then Keith spoke again, and I shifted.
That's true... I replied quietly.
There was nothing much I could say, and then Keith stood up. Oh, he was going now... Okay. I shrugged, maybe I should do something else now, anyway.
I'll see you whenever, Elizabeth.
Yeah. It was nice meeting you, Keith. I smiled, still sitting on the bench.
I returned the wave, and then watched him leave. That was pleasant enough. I sighed, standing up, and leaving in the opposite direction. Time to go somewhere else... And try not to get lost.
And now, I felt lonely again.
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Words: 202 Notes: POOF!
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