Post by calista riley ashcroft on Dec 17, 2009 22:40:45 GMT -5
I CAN’T HELP MYSELF
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SAY HELLO TO CALISTA RILEY ASHCROFT[/font]
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IT’S SOME KIND OF JOKE
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THE BASICS THE BASICS THE BASICS[/font][/center]
SO, WHAT'S YOUR NAME?[/B]
MY NAME IS CALISTA RILEY ASHCROFT, ALTHOUGH MOST PEOPLE CALL ME CALLIE. CALISTA IS GREEK AND MEANS "THE MOST BEAUTIFUL". RILEY IS ENGLISH AND MEANS "RYE CLEARING". ASHCROFT IS ALSO ENGLISH AND MEANS "ASH ENCLOSURE".
AND JUST HOW OLD ARE YOU?
TWENTY THREE YEARS OF AGE SINCE JANUARY TWENTY FIRST (22 HUMAN YEARS + 1 VAMPIRE YEAR = 23 TOTAL YEARS OF LIFE)
WHAT RUNS THROUGH YOUR BLOOD?
I AM A BLOOD VAMPIRE TURNED VEGETARIAN.
JUST TO MAKE SURE - MALE OR FEMALE?
I BETTER BE FEMALE, OR MY PAST IS PRETTY MESSED UP.
WHICH WAY DO YOU SWING?
COMPLETELY HETEROSEXUAL
HOW DID YOU GET YOURSELF HERE?
TO BE HONEST, I JUST KIND OF STUMBLED ON DARTMOUTH. COMPLETE ACCIDENT, BUT I GUESS IT WAS A LUCKY THING.
WHO DO YOU MOST LOOK LIKE, AND WHY?
MANY PEOPLE COMPARE ME TO ASHLEY GREENE, BUT I'M NOT SURE I ALWAYS SEE THE RESEMBLANCE. I HAVE THICK BROWN HAIR THAT I LOVE TO TRY DIFFERENT CUTS ON. SOMETIMES I'LL HAVE LONG HAIR, AND OTHER TIMES I'LL HAVE SHORT. IT REALLY DEPENDS. I AM AT A NORMAL HEIGHT OF 5' 5" AND RATHER SKINNY AT 111 LBS. I USED TO HAVE MY EARS PIERCED MANY TIMES WHEN I WENT THROUGH MY TEENAGE YEARS, BUT MOST OF THEM HAVE CLOSED UP SINCE I'VE ENTERED THE WORK FORCE. MY EYES ARE SOMEWHERE BETWEEN BLUE AND GREEN. SOMETIMES THEY'RE MORE BLUE THAN GREEN, AND SOMETIMES THE OTHER WAY AROUND. I'D HAVE TO SAY STYLE WISE, I LOVE VINTAGE CLOTHES. I DIDN'T ALWAYS LIKE THEM, BUT MY TASTES HAVE CHANGED RECENTLY.
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ALL WE CARE ABOUT IS
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THE PERSON THE PERSON THE PERSON[/font][/center]
WHAT ARE YOU INTO?[/B]
I LOVE TO DANCE. I TOOK CLASSES WHEN I WAS LITTLE AND FELL IN LOVE WITH IT. MY FAVORITE DANCE TYPE IS JAZZ, ALTHOUGH I ALSO DO HIP HOP, BALLET AND TAP. LATIN DANCE IS ALSO VERY FUN, BUT IT'S HARD TO FIND A PARTNER FOR IT. THE OTHER LOVE OF MY LIFE IS ACTING AND PRETENDING TO BE SOMEONE ELSE. IT'S A GREAT WAY TO IGNORE MY PROBLEMS. LISTENING TO MUSIC IS ANOTHER WAY I HIDE FROM MY PROBLEMS. I CAN'T PLAY OR WRITE MUSIC, BUT LISTENING TO IT DISTRACTS ME. TEACHING IS A HIGHLIGHT OF MY LIFE. HAD I BEEN ASKED WHAT I PLANNED ON DOING WITH MY LIFE, TEACHING WOULD'VE BEEN ONE OF THE LAST PROFESSIONS ON THE LIST. I FOUND THAT I LIKE HELPING KIDS AND DECIDED THAT TEACHING WAS THE BEST WAY TO DO IT. I HAVE A SPECIAL FONDNESS FOR THE COLOR PURPLE. NOT ENTIRELY SURE WHY, BUT I DO. PURPLE DAHLIAS AND PURPLE ROSES ARE MY FAVORITE FLOWERS. I GUESS THEY GO ALONG WITH THE WHOLE PURPLE THEME. BODY SPRAYS, ESPECIALLY FROM BATH AND BODY WORKS. SMELLING THEM ALWAYS LIFTS MY MOOD, AND I HAVE A VARIETY OF THEM. I LOVE SHOPPING FOR VINTAGE CLOTHES. I DON'T KNOW WHY. I JUST GET A KICK OUT OF IT. ANOTHER COMPLETELY RANDOM OBSESSION OF MINE? CHAPSTICK. I KNOW. SO WEIRD. BUT I LOVE FINDING AND TRYING DIFFERENT TYPES. MY CURRENT FAVORITE IS PEPPERMINT.
AND WHAT AREN’T YOU INTO?
TAKING BLOOD FROM HUMANS DISGUSTS ME. I KNOW IT'S AGAINST MY NATURE AND ALL, BUT HEY. I WAS HUMAN ONCE, TOO. ALCOHOL USED TO BE MY BEST FRIEND WHEN I WAS YOUNGER. NOW THAT I'M A VAMPIRE THOUGH, IT DOESN'T AFFECT ME AND ONLY MAKES ME LONG FOR THE TIME WHEN I WAS HUMAN. SPEAKING OF PAST REMINDERS, I HATE LOOKING AT PICTURES OF MY HUMAN YEARS. NOT ONLY DOES IT MAKE ME MISS IT, BUT THERE'S A CERTAIN SOMEONE WHO IS PAINFUL FOR ME TO REMEMBER. PRE-VAMPIRE ME LIKED TO EXPERIMENT WITH COOKING, BUT I NO LONGER FIND ANY JOY IN IT, SINCE I CAN'T EAT REGULAR FOOD. ACTUALLY, I MIND AS WELL SAY I HATE BEING A VAMPIRE AND HAVING MY WORLD TURNED UPSIDE DOWN. PEOPLE WHO ARE QUIET AND SHY GET ON MY NERVES. I GUESS IT'S BECAUSE I'M OUTGOING, BUT ITS SO HARD TO HAVE CONVERSATIONS WITH THEM! ANOTHER PERSONALITY THAT I CAN'T STAND ARE LOUD, OBNOXIOUS, AND PUSHY. SETTLE DOWN. YOU'RE NOT BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE. AS FAR AS MOVIES GO, I HATE SAPPY ROMANTIC MOVIES. THEY'RE COMPLETELY WRONG. MY GREATEST PET PEEVE? PEOPLE NOT BEING WHO THEY SAY THEY ARE. ACTING IS ONE THING - YOU ARE ONLY BEING SOMEONE ELSE FOR OTHER PEOPLE'S ENTERTAINMENT. IT'S A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT THING TO LIE TO SOMEONE ABOUT WHO YOU REALLY ARE. I HATE SEEING PEOPLE WASTE THEIR LIVES. I WAS ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE ONCE, BUT I GOT THE CHANCE TO TURN AROUND, AND I WISH OTHER PEOPLE WOULD REALIZE THAT THEY COULD.
WHAT ARE YOU GOOD AT?
I AM GOOD AT UNDERSTANDING AND HELPING PEOPLE WITH THEIR PROBLEMS. I FEEL SO HAPPY WHEN I DO, AND IT DISTRACTS ME FROM WORRYING ABOUT MY PROBLEMS. I'M PRETTY GOOD AT HIDING BEHIND A MASK, SO NO ONE KNOWS WHAT I'M REALLY FEELING.
AND WHAT ARE YOU NOT SO GOOD AT?
I AM SCARED TO DEATH OF TRUSTING PEOPLE. I JUST...CAN'T DO IT. IN MY MIND, THERE'S ALMOST ALWAYS AN ULTERIOR MOTIVE TO EVERYTHING EVERYONE DOES. I'VE ALSO BEEN TOLD THAT I'M RECKLESS AND WILD. THAT IS PRETTY TRUE, BUT I'VE CALMED SLIGHTLY. AT LEAST, I LIKE TO THINK SO.
DO YOU HAVE ANY SECRETS?
I WAS RAPED TWICE. THE FIRST TIME WAS BY MY EX-BEST FRIEND. THE SECOND TIME WAS A COMPLETELY RANDOM VAMPIRE.
WHAT ARE YOU SCARED OF MOST?
BEING BETRAYED - IT'S A LOGICAL FEAR. IT'S HAPPENED MULTIPLE TIMES BEFORE, SO WHY SHOULDN'T IT HAPPEN AGAIN?
BECOMING DEPRESSED - I WAS THERE AT ONE POINT AND ALMOST KILLED MYSELF. I'M PRETTY SURE IF I SLIPPED BACK INTO DEPRESSION, I WOULD KILL MYSELF.
IF YOU HAD TO DESCRIBE YOURSELF IN FIFTEEN WORDS, WHAT WOULD THEY BE?
ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHOSE PAST EATS AT THEM, BUT PRETENDS IT DOESN'T BOTHER THEM.
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BOTTLES GIVE ME SOMETHING
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THE HISTORY THE HISTORY THE HISTORY[/font][/center]
WHO ARE YOUR PARENTS?[/font][/blockquote]
(MOTHER) JANE DUNCAN, 44 - SECRETARY, FORMER MODEL
(FATHER) TIMOTHY ASHCROFT, 54 - CEO OF SOME COMPANY...I DON'T REALLY GIVE A CRAP
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(STEP MOTHER) ANNAMARIE LOUIS, 41 -LAZY WITCHSTAY AT HOME MOM, FORMER MODEL
(EX-STEP MOTHER?) CYNTHIA PRICE, 49 - OWNER OF A NIGHT CLUB, FORMER MODEL
DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?
(STEP BROTHER) BRANDON PRICE, 29
(HALF SISTER) LORI ASHCROFT, 25
(HALF BROTHER) JACKSON ASHCROFT, 15
(HALF SISTER) JILLIAN ASHCROFT, 15
ANY FAMILY PETS?
I DON'T HAVE A PET OF MY OWN. I CAN'T REALLY JUSTIFY HAVING ONE SINCE I...WELL...EAT THEM. I DID HAVE A DOG NAMED BRODY BEFORE BECOMING A VAMPIRE THOUGH.
ANY OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES?
NONE
GIVE ME A BRIEF OUTLINE OF YOUR PAST.
WHERE TO START? WELL, I GUESS MY FAMILY RELATIONS LOOK PRETTY CONFUSING, SO I'LL START THERE. MY DAD SEEMS TO BE QUITE THE WOMANIZER. HE GOT MARRIED TO MISS CYNTHIA PRICE, WHO ALREADY HAD A 3 YEAR OLD SON OF HER OWN (BRANDON PRICE. HE'S SUCH A SNOB). THEY HAD A DAUGHTER, LORI ASHCROFT (ONE OF THOSE "QUEEN BEE", POPULAR TYPES). SOON AFTER, THEY DIVORCED AND MY DAD MET MY MOM THROUGH A MUTUAL FRIEND. THEY "FELL IN LOVE" AND GOT MARRIED. MY MOM WAS PREGNANT WITH ME ALMOST INSTANTLY AND I WAS BORN IN JANUARY IN LONDON.
MY CHILDHOOD CAN'T BE DESCRIBED AS HAPPY. MY DAD CONSTANTLY ABUSED MY MOTHER, BOTH PHYSICALLY AND VERBALLY. SHE WAS TOO WEAK TO STAND UP TO HIM AND SLOWLY SPIRALED INTO DEPRESSION. SHE EVEN QUIT MODELING, SOMETHING SHE LOVED. DURING THIS TIME, MY FATHER ALSO ABUSED ME. I WAS LITTLE AT THE TIME AND COULDN'T UNDERSTAND WHY HE WAS SO ANGRY WITH ME. I LATER FOUND OUT THAT DURING MOST OF MY PARENTS' MARRIAGE, MY DAD WAS HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH A YOUNGER MODEL FROM THE SAME AGENCY MY MOM USED TO MODEL FOR. A MONTH OR TWO AFTER MY PARENTS DIVORCED, MY DAD'S GIRLFRIEND HAD TWINS (JACKSON AND JILLIAN...YES, JACK AND JILL. HOW CUTE, RIGHT? NOT). THEY THEN GOT MARRIED SOON AFTER.
THE ONE THING THAT I CAN SAY THAT WAS TRULY HAPPY ABOUT MY CHILDHOOD WAS MY BEST FRIEND, REECE. HE WAS ONLY A YEAR OLDER THAN ME, BUT ACTED LIKE HE WAS 5 YEARS OLDER. I DIDN'T MIND THAT MUCH. AT LEAST I KNEW SOMEONE CARED ENOUGH FOR ME TO BE THAT PROTECTIVE. MY MOM NEVER STEPPED IN WHEN MY DAD ABUSED ME, AND OBVIOUSLY MY DAD DIDN'T CARE ABOUT ME. AND IT WAS A GOOD RELATIONSHIP TOO. WE KIND OF BALANCED EACH OTHER OUT, REECE AND ME. I WAS RECKLESS, EVEN AT 5 YEARS OF AGE AND HE WORRIED. HE KEPT ME OUT OF MANY DANGEROUS SITUATIONS AND MIGHT'VE EVEN SAVED MY LIFE A FEW TIMES.
OUR FRIENDSHIP GREW AS WE AGED. WE BECAME PRACTICALLY INSEPARABLE. PEOPLE DIDN'T BELIEVE US WHEN WE SAID WE WERE NOTHING MORE THAN FRIENDS, ALTHOUGH I THINK I WOULD'VE LIKED TO HAVE BEEN. I KNEW I LOVED HIM. I WAS COMPLETELY CERTAIN WHEN I WAS 18 AND HE WAS 19. LOOKING BACK THOUGH, I THINK I MIGHT'VE LOVED HIM FROM THE START. AND IT WASN'T ONE OF THOSE SILLY CRUSHES. AT LEAST, IT PROGRESSED FROM THERE. I TRULY BELIEVED THAT WE WERE GOING TO GET MARRIED AFTER COLLEGE. IT SEEMED LIKE WE WERE HEADING THAT WAY, ANYWAYS. OF COURSE, I DOUBT HE REALIZED IT.
BUT OUR RELATIONSHIP CHANGED A YEAR LATER. WE HAD BEEN AT A PARTY THAT REECE DIDN'T WANT TO GO TO. HE HADN'T BEEN ACTING COMPLETELY LIKE HIMSELF SINCE THE LAST PARTY WE WENT TO, AND I WAS AFRAID OF WHAT COULD BE WRONG WITH HIM. I DRAGGED HIM ALONG WITH THE COMPLETE INTENTIONS OF MAKING HIM HAVE FUN, BUT I GOT DRUNK. NOT THAT THAT WAS REALLY A BIG SURPRISE. I HAD BEEN DRINKING SINCE THE AGE OF SIXTEEN. IT WAS SOMETHING REECE HATED AND TRIED TO GET ME TO STOP, BUT HE NORMALLY COMFORTED ME UNTIL I WAS SOBER ENOUGH TO GO HOME TO MY MOM. SHE'D FLIP IF SHE KNEW I WAS DRUNK. THIS TIME THOUGH, WE ARGUED. I CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER WHAT THE ARGUMENT WAS ABOUT. ISN'T THAT SAD? IT WAS THE ARGUMENT THAT CHANGED MY LIFE. REECE, MY BEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD, RAPED ME.
I SOBBED AND BEGGED HIM TO STOP. MAYBE HE COULDN'T HEAR ME. MAYBE HE DIDN'T WANT TO. MAYBE HE WAS ENJOYING IT IN SOME SICK, TWISTED WAY. MAYBE HE LIKED TAKING ADVANTAGE OF A GIRL WHO TRUSTED HIM WITH ALL OF HER BEING. WHO KNOWS. HE WAS VIOLENT. IT WASN'T THE REECE THAT I KNEW; THE ONE I GREW UP WITH. NOT THE ONE I LOVED. I WAS HOPING I'D WAKE UP AND REALIZE I WAS JUST DREAMING, BUT OF COURSE I JUST DIDN'T HAVE THAT LUCK. ALL I KNOW IS THAT IT COMPLETELY CHANGED ME. HE LEFT, BUT I CONTINUED TO LAY WHERE I WAS, CRYING UNTIL THERE WEREN'T ANY TEARS LEFT. AND FINALLY, I WAS ABLE TO GET MYSELF HOME. I HONESTLY THOUGHT ABOUT COMMITTING SUICIDE. BUT MY MOM HAD BEEN HOME WHEN I GOT THERE, AND I CRIED ON HER SHOULDER ALL NIGHT. SHE STILL DOESN'T KNOW WHY. I TOLD HER I WAS TOO DRUNK TO REMEMBER. SHE GROUNDED ME FOR BEING DRUNK, BUT LET IT GO. AFTER THAT...I'M NOT SURE WHAT REALLY HAPPENED. THE NEXT FEW YEARS WERE PRETTY MUCH A BLUR OF ALCOHOL,DRUGS, AND HANGING WITH THE WRONG CROWD. I HAD PLENTY OF ONE NIGHT STANDS. AND WHY NOT? LOVE AND SEX DIDN'T MEAN ANYTHING TO ME ANYMORE. I DIDN'T REALLY CARE IF I DIED.
A YEAR LATER, I MET THIS GUY AT A PARTY. HE WAS EXTREMELY HANDSOME, BUT I WAS IMMUNE TO HIS CHARM. ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS ESCAPE AND FORGET ABOUT MY DAY. I CONVINCED HIM TO GO SOMEWHERE ALONE WITH ME. WE CHECKED INTO A HOTEL ROOM USING A FALSE NAME AND (MOST LIKELY) A STOLEN CREDIT CARD. ONCE WE WERE IN THE ROOM, HE ASKED ME IF I WANTED TO DIE. I THOUGHT HE WAS JOKING, BUT I TRUTHFULLY ANSWERED YES. HE THREW ME ON THE BED WITH UNREALISTIC STRENGTH AND SPEED. HE SMILED, FANGS EXTENDED, A PURELY CRUEL LAUGH OF A HUNTER ESCAPING HIS LIPS. HE WAS ON TOP OF ME BEFORE I COULD BLINK. I STARTED TO SCREAM AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS UNTIL HE PUT A HAND OVER MY MOUTH. I DIDN'T WANT TO BE IN A STRANGE HOTEL WITH A STRANGE MAN. I DIDN'T WANT TO DIE LIKE THIS. I DIDN'T WANT TO HAVE SEX ANYMORE. ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS GO BACK TO MY OWN HOME AND HIDE UNDER BLANKETS.
HE SEDUCTIVELY KISSED MY NECK, HIS FANGS LIGHTLY SCRAPING AGAINST THE SENSITIVE SKIN OF MY NECK. MY WHOLE BODY SHOOK AND CLOSED MY EYES. I WANTED TO SCREAM AGAIN, OR BEG FOR HIM TO STOP. GET HIM OFF OF ME SOMEHOW. AT LEAST THE IMAGE I SAW BEHIND MY EYELIDS WAS REECE, WHEN WE WERE STILL FRIENDS. IF I WAS GOING TO DIE, HIS PICTURE WOULD BE THE LAST THING I SAW. THEN, THE VAMPIRE STOPPED. HE DECIDED HE DIDN'T WANT ME TO DIE QUITE YET. I'D MAKE A GOOD PLAY THING, APPARENTLY. HE RAPED ME AND I SILENTLY CRIED THE WHOLE TIME. JUST BECAUSE IT HAPPENS ONCE, DOESN'T MEAN THE SECOND TIME IS ANY EASIER.
EVENTUALLY, AFTER THE VAMPIRE WAS TIRED OF PLAYING HIS GAME AND WANTED TO FEED. HE WENT BACK TO KISSING MY NECK, TRYING TO FIND THE RIGHT VEIN WHILE HIS COLD HAND TRACED MY FACE. HE MADE IT AS SLOW AS POSSIBLE THOUGH, CLEARLY ENJOYING HIS LITTLE GAME. FINALLY, HE BIT ME AND I JUST CONTINUED TO CRY SILENTLY. AT LEAST I WOULDN'T HAVE TO LIVE TO FEEL THE SHAME OF A SECOND RAPE.
BUT HE HAD DIFFERENT PLANS AND DRAINED ME WITHIN AN INCH OF LIFE. THEN TURNED ME. I REMEMBER PASSING OUT ON THE BED, BUT IT MUST'VE ONLY BEEN A FEW SECONDS. I WOKE UP TO SEE THE VAMPIRE WITH MY BLOOD SMEARED ON HIS LIPS. HE RAN A HAND ALONG MY FACE AGAIN. I HAD TO SUPPRESS A SHUDDER. HE MUST'VE LOVED MAKING ME UNCOMFORTABLE, BECAUSE HE ROLLED BACK ON TOP OF ME. HE RAN HIS HANDS ALONG MY FACE STILL, MY HAIR, MY BODY. HE KISSED ME LIKE WE WERE PASSIONATE LOVERS AND I COULD TASTE THE COPPERY TANG OF MY OWN BLOOD. I CAN'T REMEMBER HOW LONG THIS WENT ON FOR, BUT HE FINALLY WHISPERED IN MY EAR THAT HE'D COME BACK FOR ME. HE HASN'T YET, BUT I KNOW HE WILL EVENTUALLY.
(IT'S KIND OF FUNNY THAT I CAN REMEMBER EVERY SINGLE DETAIL OF THAT RAPE, BUT CAN BARELY REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN REECE AND I.)
SOON AFTER THAT INCIDENT, I DECIDED I WANTED TO TURN MY LIFE AROUND. I KNOW IT SEEMS PRETTY ODD THAT AFTER ALL OF THAT I'D STILL WANT TO GO ON LIVING, BUT I DID. I ACCIDENTALLY FOUND DARTMOUTH AND I WAS ALLOWED TO BECOME A TEACHER THERE. IT WAS AFTER THAT THAT I FOUND OUT THAT MY EX-BEST FRIEND WORKED THERE.
YES WE LIVE FOR THE FAME
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WHAT’S YOUR NAME?[/FONT][/BLOCKQUOTE]
KEL
AND YOUR AGE?
16
TELL ME SOMETHING.
I LOVE SUSHI...ALTHOUGH NOT WITH RAW FISH/ANY TYPE OF SEAFOOD OR MEAT. I LIKE IT WITH RICE AND VEGGIES ONLY.
CONTACT INFORMATION?
PM
DID YOU READ THE LAWS?
orange juice
AND A ROLEPLAY SAMPLE.
SO THIS IS FROM A DIFFERENT SITE. I WAS REALLY LAZY AND TIRED, BUT WANTED TO GET IT DONE.Cade watched the girl as she walked back to his table. He really hoped he hadn’t disturbed her book searching. He tried to work up the nerve to say sorry again, but couldn’t do it. Instead, Cade went to one of the ancient computers, searching for a book that might help him. He was distracted by the girl though, and kept finding himself thinking of scenarios of what would happen if he ever decided to apologize again. The one where all the girls ended up laughing at him seemed to be the one that held him back the most. Not that it should’ve bothered Cade all that much. He was older and shouldn’t worry about their reactions, but he did. The other worst case scenario? They’d think he was some sort of creeper and be entirely freaked out. And he certainly didn’t want to do that. In the end, Cade wrote down the call numbers for the books he found, and went back to find them.
As he searched the shelf, Cade wondered what book the girl had been looking for. He felt bad that he had chased her away and figured maybe he could find a book she might like. Pleased with the idea, Cade headed back to the table. After depositing his books at the table, he turned back to the shelf and tried to figure out which books she had been looking at. Unfortunately, he didn’t know what book she was looking for. There was such a variety, and besides, he didn’t even know what genre she liked. But he felt like he had to make up for interrupting her and he continued his search. Cade finally picked a book based on the cover and the little summary in the jacket. It was one that he thought he might like and hoped she would too.
Walking to the table was slow. He felt like he was walking through syrup. Cade’s own body was trying to hold him back from mortification. Cade pushed on and finally got to the table. He set the book down in front of her, ignoring the rest of the table’s occupants. “Um…I…I felt bad for interrupting you. I…uh...I thought you might like this book.” After Cade finished talking, he realized the girl had her headphones in. He could feel his cheeks begin to flame. Great, he had made a fool of himself. And as much as he tried to ignore the other girls, their tittering still broke through. Cade ran a hand through his hair and stood awkwardly for a few minutes, before heading back to his table. He began to pack up his stuff and haphazardly threw it into his bag. God, he was such a coward. Cade would rather leave than sit here and face those people.
THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY SPACE CADET. OF CAUTION 2.0.
LYRICS ARE THE FAME BY LADY GAGA. DON’T STEAL.
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