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Post by elizabeth marie hannon on May 16, 2009 16:52:08 GMT -5
 Effy Hannon was on the sports field, a big smile spread across her face for one reason and one reason only, she had been playing lacrosse. Effy loved lacrosse, back home it had been something she had done very often, it was what kept her in shape and kept her happy. Effy was pretty good at it too, well that’s putting it lightly. She had been so happy to hear that she could continue lacrosse at Hayson if she managed to get enough people on board and Effy had done precisely that. Effy had was a pretty good persuader and that had come in pretty handy. Effy picked up her vitamin water and took a sip, needing to cool down. When Effy played lacrosse she played all out and so now she was worn out, although somehow she didn’t look it. The counsellors at Kayson had been a little worried when they heard that Effy wanted to play lacrosse as it could get violent and they thought that maybe she would get violent but she didn’t. For some reason when Effy was playing lacrosse, her mood never changed, the game didn’t make her angry, in fact if anything it made her relax. Effy had a love for the sport and that was what kept her mind in the right space, well that was what she thought anyway.
Effy’s short shorts showed off her legs and that was why the boys that sat on the bleachers were all looking in her direction. Effy tried to not play too much attention to the guys at Kayson, they all had problems and she needed someone that could deal with her problem which would help if they didn’t have any of their own. Effy didn’t like calling what she had a problem but it was. She didn’t really think it was a good idea to get involved with a sex addict or a drug addict and definitely not an alcoholic. Effy knew that bringing another alcoholic into her sister life was probably the worst thing she could do and so she would try her best not to do that. Effy smiled as she walked over to the bleachers and sat down, propping her lacrosse stick up before continuing to drink. Girls ran past and Effy highfived them as they made their way to the changing rooms. Effy hated everyone being in the changing rooms at the same time so she left it for a little while; she felt it was too hot and claustrophobic. Effy was a bit strange like that, she adored open spaces and hated being packed in one place with many people. She adored concerts but being jammed up against someone for some long made her feel hot and a little ill, she would much prefer a smaller venue with less people.
Effy waved at a boy that stood on the other side of pitch but then looked back to her sports bag that sat by her feet. She took out her iPhone and began to flick through it before composing a new message. She typed quickly and smoothly, not really having to pay too much attention. Effy adored her phone and was pretty sure she would be lost without it. Effy took the headphones and put them in before pressing play on the music and having forever the sickest kids fill her ears. Effy sung with it, especially over the chorus in which she actually had a version that she sang. When Effy had first been diagnosed her mother had felt horrible and had wanted to cheer her daughter up, knowing that her favourite band was forever the sickest kids her mother arranged for Effy to spend a day with them, they heard her sing and then recorded a version with her singing, it was the best day ever for the girl, although she felt she didn’t really deserve it because she felt there was nothing wrong with her. Effy drummed her fingers on the bleachers; she was bored out of her mind and really wanted someone to speak to. Her eyes quickly scanned the area but she saw no-one that she knew and she didn’t fancy approaching someone she didn’t know, she preferred them to approach her, she was just too lazy! [/size] |
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Post by blane samuel roberts on May 24, 2009 22:16:06 GMT -5
 CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO DIE ,[/font] take me with you i start to miss you, take me home i don't wanna be alone tonight. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -blane shook his brown hair into his eyes, trying to make it hard for his therapist to see his bloodshot eyes. of course it was almost too obvious that blane was wasted, he had stumbled into the office fifteen minutes late and had spent more than half of the time bursting into fits of laughter. but it was all in good fun. see, blane had been at a party the night before and didn't get to his dorm till almost five in the morning, much to his room-mates dismay.he had expected to sleep for most of the day, thankfully it was sunday, but his alarm rang three hours later, signaling the start of his session. blane knew that he should have gotten up but instead her slept until his counselor sent the officers for him, a task that had proven to be quite amusing. and since he was still buzzed the whole fiasco was even more amusing, especially to some of the students that were already awake. anyways, blane tried paying attention to what his current counselor was saying, but a killer hangover was setting in, and for a second blane thought he would heave. luckily he was used to morning like these, he had been experience since he turned thirteen and started experimenting with drinking and sex. honestly it was hard to get used to the late nights and killer headaches, but he was able to get through most days without them. he watched as his counselor wrote in the notepad in her hands, probably adding on some extra sessions.
he was relieved when the clock on the wall struck 10:00 and she dismissed him with a wave of her hand. he got up quickly, and pushed the chair back into his place before grabbing his glasses from where they were perched on his shirt, and placed them over his eyes, before walking out of the office. loads of eyes landed on him, but he just disregarded them all. he didn't need people staring at him, especially when he felt like complete shit. he knew for sure that she had scheduled more sessions for him. it was only too obvious. blane ran a hand through his hair, which probably reeked of beer. truth be told, he still had the scent of the beer which had been drinking heavily the night before, etched on his clothes. it disgusted him a bit, but what did you expect him to do? if he strolled into the counselors office a half hour late, she would have surely place him on probabtion.... yet again. that was what was most important for her, being prompt. she probably hadn't even noticed the stench of beer. blane scoffed at the thought. the people who worked here were complete morons, but at least that meant that he wouldn't get in so much trouble with them. anyways, blane made his way past the hoards of students that were stupid enough to spend their sunday in school. he strolled right out of the place, and headed straight past the fields, only to stop when he spotted someone, a girl.
elizabeth hannon, to be more precise. the only girl that wouldn't give blane the time of day. although he didn't care much for her, he didn't take it too well when girls didn't throw themselves at him. he made a beeline straight for her, letting himself take a seat right besides her. he held in his smirk when he saw what she was wearing, she would kill him one day that was for sure. "always knew you were the sporty type babe, you just had the look to you. [/color]" he said, letting the devilish smirk cross his face. eh couldn't help it, it was a part of him. "[b][color=5C246E]this is what your witty banter looks like, savvy?[/b][/color]" [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -CREDIT TO ?![/color] SPARKS at CAUTION 2.0 TUNES ?![/color] the amazing marianas trench. TAGGING ?![/color] elizabeth marie hannon STATUS ?![/color] this is finito, burrito. : D WORD COUNT ?![/color] six hundred and thirty-three OUTFIT ?![/color] his birthday suit, bby. <3 NOTES ?![/color] this took me way to long -.- sorryyy [/center][/size][/color] |
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