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Post by Cheryl Fuerstein on May 7, 2008 18:06:27 GMT -5
There should be a holiday for girls like me...
She angrily sat at an unused computer, slouching in the wheeling chair. Crossing her arms over her tank top, she shook her curls out of her face, the black undertoned hair shaking into place.
She had a great phone conversation with a guy last night, but he hung up to 'get in the shower' and never called her back. Being a Drama Queen, it was her duty and her right to make this a big deal.
As she just sat in front of the black computer screen, she tried her hardest not to cry. She pulled out her iPod and chose a rather moody song. Just slouching there, Cheryl waited for a change.
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Post by Charlotte Walton on May 7, 2008 20:57:40 GMT -5
Charlotte nearly wackd herself in the face as she opened the door to the computer lab. She said something that would make even sailors ears bleed. She was tired, not going to bed until one and getting up at five could wear on someone quite quickly. She yawned as she carried her purse over to a un-used computer just a few over from some blond haired girl who was listening to her iPod.
Charlotte turned on the computer, pushing the power button. She put her head in her hands as she waited for the computer to boot up. She groaned slightly and snoozed until the little jingle played that signafied that the computer was done loading. She groaned again and looked up and logged in.
She had to do a english project, something over some book about the Vietnam War or something. She didn't pay attention enough in class to get everything she needed for the project. It didn't matter, she was making a solid B in that class, she could still pass if she failed this project. |
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Post by Cheryl Fuerstein on May 8, 2008 15:25:34 GMT -5
Cheryl heard the door open, then close. She lazily turned to see a girl walk in, looking to be about 17ish. Cheryl blinked her grey eyes as the girl sat down at a computer. She looked pretty; why hadn't Cheryl seen her around before.
Cheryl, having all her thoughts rush back like lightning, began to well up in tears. She choked out, mainly to herself, "Are all guys jerks? Are there any good people out in the world?" She brought her hand up and lightly wiped away some of the tears without trying to ruin her eye makeup.
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Post by Charlotte Walton on May 8, 2008 17:03:53 GMT -5
As Charlotte started pounding away at the keyboard the blond girl spoke up and said something. Something about guys being jerks and if there were any good people in the world. Charlotte's answer for this was simple, of course there weren't. People were savage animals who only looked out for themselves. But Charlotte doubted blondie wanted to hear that.
Charlotte turned her head slowly, her face calm and looked the blond girl up and down. She was what most people would call 'hot' but the girl seemed to be trying to make a river by crying so much. Charlotte's eyebrow rose slightly, some people were way to emotional about things.
"People suck, it's as simple as that," Charlotte answered and looked the blond girl in the eyes. Charlotte then shrugged and turned back to her computer. Her 'advice' didn't really mean anything, she wouldn't even take a penny for her own thoughts. So she went back to typing. |
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Post by Cheryl Fuerstein on May 8, 2008 19:19:48 GMT -5
"I guess so..." she said and sniffed, wiping away her last tears. This girl was little monotone, but she wasn't too horrible looking. Could she help looking at girls too? Though she kept it underwraps, she was bisexual and she didn't mind, she just didn't like to publicize it. Drama queens shouldn't go after the girls too; just the guys.
Come back to earth, Cheryl, she thought to herself, then smiled sweetly at the girl. Her mood was now doubly better and decided to make herself useful. She booted up the computer to work on a paper due next week.
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Post by Charlotte Walton on May 8, 2008 19:28:20 GMT -5
Charlotte just nodded to herself when the girl said that she 'guessed so'. Charlotte knew so. Everyone sucked, even Charlotte did, although to herself she was a lot more tolerable. She shook her head, her thoughts trailing away from her paper, she relized she had typed what she had been thinking and quickly backspaced over it.
Charlotte glanced back over at the blond girl, recognizing her only slightly. If a person wasn't part of her little group of friends, Charlotte was not going to remember their names. It just the way she was, she only viewed a few people improtant enough to remember them. Some people would think of this as a bit stuck up and Charlotte wouldn't denie this but she wasn't really stuck up, just a bit anti-social.
She plugged away at the computer and looked over at the girl. The girl had wiped away her tears and smiled a bit at Charlotte. Charlotte looked back over at her computer and rolled her eyes. Blondie probably thought Charlotte was being nice. Whatever. |
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Post by Cheryl Fuerstein on May 8, 2008 20:49:09 GMT -5
Cheryl opened up a new document and began to type. She got two sentences into it and knew this was going to be a long paper. She sighed, putting her head into her hand. How much could a person possibly write about Shakespeare's MacBeth. Cheryl didn't know much about Shakespeare, nor did she want to. Shakespeare was for nerds, which she was definitely not.
She fidgetted a little, then turned to the girl again, extending her hand. "I'm sorry for being rude before," Cheryl greeted with a smile, saying, "I'm Cheryl Fuerstein, but you can call me Cherry. Or Cheryl works too; whatever you wish!"[/size]
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Post by Charlotte Walton on May 8, 2008 20:59:55 GMT -5
Charlotte continued to type, not really paying attention to what she was writing. Apperently Charlotte's best writings were when she just wrote what she was thinking about the topic. Her English teacher said so, which then made Charlotte think about what she was writing and then she screwed up. Charlotte shook her head slightly, she hated paradoxes.
Charlotte turned around when the blond girl started talking to her. Charlotte kept her face neutral as she listened to the girl talk. Charlotte wondered why the girl thought she had been rude. Charlotte had been much ruder then this girl could ever be. She almost smiled at this but kept her poker face.
"Cherry," Charlotte said with a small smirk, "I have a sister named Cherry." Charlotte nodded at the girl, but didn't shake her hand. Charlotte wasn't much for shaking hands, even that was too personal for her. "Name's Charlotte," She answered with her own name. Blondie, or Cheryl or Cherry, seemed to have brightened up a bit. |
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