Post by AMERICA ANN MAYBE on Aug 5, 2012 18:54:38 GMT -5
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[/style][STYLE=width: 436px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 35px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -9px; letter-spacing: -4px; color: #555147]JUST WANT TO BE ONLY ME[/style][STYLE=width: 436px; background-color: #555147; margin-top: -25px; font-family: Cordia New; font-size: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #ffffff]AND HAVE A PERSONALITY[/style][STYLE=width: 416px; background-color: #b3a99d; border: 5px solid #555147; padding: 5px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #383336; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; height: 200px; overflow: auto;]
America signed off of her chat, closing the window and then her laptop’s lid. She swung out of her bubble chair, setting her laptop down on the ground and tiptoeing across the cold hardwood of her bedroom flooring. It was one of those warm summer evenings, and an open window to her room allowed sweet-smelling air to drift in. She had always loved chatting with people, and made a lot of fast friends that way. Of course, she was also a born socialite, and that would always play into her ability to chat with anyone.
The bubbly girl had made her way over to her vanity with a grin, looking herself over in the mirrors above it. She wore her casual yoga pants, a loose top, and her hair was wavy—the remnant of yesterday’s curls. Though she had not done any makeup for the lazy day, she still looked fine, her skin lightly bronzed with sunlight and her hair golden and shining in the light. Content with her appearance, even if she was not the picture of glamor and sophistication, she made her way out into the hall where everything seemed still and quiet.
Humming lightly to herself, America made her way down the long hall that connected her bedroom to the teen hub center. To her right, rows upon rows of old pinball machines, an air hockey table, DDR machine, and a pool table all sat dormant and unused. Beyond them, an indoor basketball court. To her left a small seating area with multiple screens, set up for watching multiple sports games at any given time. Through a door beyond the sitting area was the theatre.
Making her way inside, she clicked on the lights and then the popcorn maker with a little twist of a dial, adding fresh kernels and butter. America was not new to parties, however small, and would make sure preparations had been cared for. She was only expecting the two people, since Destiny had never replied to her offer. Dominik, a friend of hers, and the new acquaintance Natalie. America casually listed movies in her head as she wiped off the counters, got down a few bags, some plates, and glasses. After making sure the popcorn was popping up, and there was soda in the mini-fridge, she made her way upstairs to find a phone.
Normally America would keep her cell phone on her at all times, but today she had been careless and left it somewhere upstairs. When she found it, she dialed up her favorite pizza place and order a half-pepperoni half-cheese, and a full combo. Whatever was left, her parents would be sure to have. They were especially keen on combination pizzas, and she knew that giving them the incentive of extra slices would make them more keen on letting over company. America already knew what they would say, though.
They never turned down a chance to be sociable. If they heard about any party, meeting, gathering, or get-together, you could be certain that they were invited, going, and dragging their blonde cheerleader with them. The always dolled her up in a glamorous cocktail dress, poured hours of work over her hair and nails, stuck her in high heels and made sure her face was spotless and perfect. Normally, America didn’t mind getting to be the center of attention, but tomorrow was a soccer game, and she hated not being able to support her friends.
In America’s mind, everyone she knew was a friend. There was not enough capacity in the young girl’s heart to dislike anyone, so she always assumed that every person she knew could be considered a friend of some degree. Some closer than others, but mostly, just one big party in life with everyone you knew and loved. Her cheery outlook was perplexing to most, but in her own mind, it made sense. The easiest way to love yourself was to love others, and America loved herself as much as anyone else she knew. She skipped up another flight of stairs to the top floor, knocking on the door to her father’s study.
“Dad?” She waited for a response. Nothing. He was probably out either late at work or with some friends. She moved to the other end of the floor, and rasped quietly on the door to her mother’s office.
“Mom?”
“Yes, dear?” Came a faint reply. Smiling, America leaned up against the wooden door and explained the ‘party’ she would be having shortly. Her mother gave her a simple, “That’s fine,” and then let her be.
More excited now, America raced back down to the main level and unlocked the door. She was normally this eager for things, but on top of it, she was happy to be meeting a new friend for the first time in person. Natalie. The young actress, talented singer, born to be a thespian free on the stage. America had remembered her from a prior performance at school, and she knew that young Natalie was a starlit in the making. It was exciting, being friends with people who were going to go somewhere, who were going to do something with their lives, and make a difference out there in the world.
On occasion, America feared she would be stuck at home forever. She had dance, but that was simply not enough. Dancing and parents who would marry her off to the richest young gent they could soon as she turned eighteen if it was legal, it seemed. No experience in the world, sheltered from everything, and unable to sprout and grow. She was starved for her chance in the spotlight by her wealth and her family.
Sighing sweetly, America propped herself on a sitting chair just beyond the reach of the front door to wait. This was always the hardest part. Patience was not the bubbly young girl’s strongest attribute, and she was far too giggly to be just sitting and waiting. However, there was nothing left to do at this point, and so she sat, and waited, for someone to come up to the door and save her from the nothingness and lack of productivity that had now captivated her.
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[/style][STYLE=width: 436px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 35px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -9px; letter-spacing: -4px; color: #555147]JUST WANT TO BE ONLY ME[/style][STYLE=width: 436px; background-color: #555147; margin-top: -25px; font-family: Cordia New; font-size: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 4px; color: #ffffff]AND HAVE A PERSONALITY[/style][STYLE=width: 416px; background-color: #b3a99d; border: 5px solid #555147; padding: 5px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: #383336; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; height: 200px; overflow: auto;]America signed off of her chat, closing the window and then her laptop’s lid. She swung out of her bubble chair, setting her laptop down on the ground and tiptoeing across the cold hardwood of her bedroom flooring. It was one of those warm summer evenings, and an open window to her room allowed sweet-smelling air to drift in. She had always loved chatting with people, and made a lot of fast friends that way. Of course, she was also a born socialite, and that would always play into her ability to chat with anyone.
The bubbly girl had made her way over to her vanity with a grin, looking herself over in the mirrors above it. She wore her casual yoga pants, a loose top, and her hair was wavy—the remnant of yesterday’s curls. Though she had not done any makeup for the lazy day, she still looked fine, her skin lightly bronzed with sunlight and her hair golden and shining in the light. Content with her appearance, even if she was not the picture of glamor and sophistication, she made her way out into the hall where everything seemed still and quiet.
Humming lightly to herself, America made her way down the long hall that connected her bedroom to the teen hub center. To her right, rows upon rows of old pinball machines, an air hockey table, DDR machine, and a pool table all sat dormant and unused. Beyond them, an indoor basketball court. To her left a small seating area with multiple screens, set up for watching multiple sports games at any given time. Through a door beyond the sitting area was the theatre.
Making her way inside, she clicked on the lights and then the popcorn maker with a little twist of a dial, adding fresh kernels and butter. America was not new to parties, however small, and would make sure preparations had been cared for. She was only expecting the two people, since Destiny had never replied to her offer. Dominik, a friend of hers, and the new acquaintance Natalie. America casually listed movies in her head as she wiped off the counters, got down a few bags, some plates, and glasses. After making sure the popcorn was popping up, and there was soda in the mini-fridge, she made her way upstairs to find a phone.
Normally America would keep her cell phone on her at all times, but today she had been careless and left it somewhere upstairs. When she found it, she dialed up her favorite pizza place and order a half-pepperoni half-cheese, and a full combo. Whatever was left, her parents would be sure to have. They were especially keen on combination pizzas, and she knew that giving them the incentive of extra slices would make them more keen on letting over company. America already knew what they would say, though.
They never turned down a chance to be sociable. If they heard about any party, meeting, gathering, or get-together, you could be certain that they were invited, going, and dragging their blonde cheerleader with them. The always dolled her up in a glamorous cocktail dress, poured hours of work over her hair and nails, stuck her in high heels and made sure her face was spotless and perfect. Normally, America didn’t mind getting to be the center of attention, but tomorrow was a soccer game, and she hated not being able to support her friends.
In America’s mind, everyone she knew was a friend. There was not enough capacity in the young girl’s heart to dislike anyone, so she always assumed that every person she knew could be considered a friend of some degree. Some closer than others, but mostly, just one big party in life with everyone you knew and loved. Her cheery outlook was perplexing to most, but in her own mind, it made sense. The easiest way to love yourself was to love others, and America loved herself as much as anyone else she knew. She skipped up another flight of stairs to the top floor, knocking on the door to her father’s study.
“Dad?” She waited for a response. Nothing. He was probably out either late at work or with some friends. She moved to the other end of the floor, and rasped quietly on the door to her mother’s office.
“Mom?”
“Yes, dear?” Came a faint reply. Smiling, America leaned up against the wooden door and explained the ‘party’ she would be having shortly. Her mother gave her a simple, “That’s fine,” and then let her be.
More excited now, America raced back down to the main level and unlocked the door. She was normally this eager for things, but on top of it, she was happy to be meeting a new friend for the first time in person. Natalie. The young actress, talented singer, born to be a thespian free on the stage. America had remembered her from a prior performance at school, and she knew that young Natalie was a starlit in the making. It was exciting, being friends with people who were going to go somewhere, who were going to do something with their lives, and make a difference out there in the world.
On occasion, America feared she would be stuck at home forever. She had dance, but that was simply not enough. Dancing and parents who would marry her off to the richest young gent they could soon as she turned eighteen if it was legal, it seemed. No experience in the world, sheltered from everything, and unable to sprout and grow. She was starved for her chance in the spotlight by her wealth and her family.
Sighing sweetly, America propped herself on a sitting chair just beyond the reach of the front door to wait. This was always the hardest part. Patience was not the bubbly young girl’s strongest attribute, and she was far too giggly to be just sitting and waiting. However, there was nothing left to do at this point, and so she sat, and waited, for someone to come up to the door and save her from the nothingness and lack of productivity that had now captivated her.
[/style][STYLE=width: 436px; background-color: #555147; margin-top: 3px; font-family: Cordia New; font-size: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px; color: #ffffff]for DOM & NAT - 1032 words - HOUSE
[/style][STYLE=width: 436px; background-color: #ffffff; margin-top: 3px; font-family: Cordia New; font-size: 6px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px; color: #000000]MADE BY KEROHOLIC BASED ON CRAYOLA'S TUT OF BTN!
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