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Post by JOSHUA RYAN COOPER on Aug 9, 2009 18:36:30 GMT -5
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“Joshua Cooper, get up.”
“But mummy.”
“Now.”
“I don’t . . . feel well.”
"What's the reason you don't want to go to school?"
"Kids are . . . mean!"
"Want to be grounded?"
"I'm getting up mummy. But if you would, please leave my room."
"Why?"
"I only have on . . . "
"I'm gone. When your ready, breakfast will be on the table."
Joshua Cooper slowly rolled himself to the side of his bed. That was basically how every morning went with his mother, and quite frankly it was time he actually used his alarm clock. He sat himself up, resting his head on his hands. He went partying last night (last night was a Sunday, who didn’t?) and woke up with probably the worst hangover this young boy had ever experienced and really didn’t feel like going to school. But going to school didn’t actually mean you had to stay at school right? He dragged himself out of bed, and across the hallway to his bathroom. He shut the door, as he turned the shower on so it would be warm by the time he decided to actually get in. Who likes cold showers? Joshua started to unclothe himself before he realized that the girl he fucked last night left a hickey on his neck. “Stupid whore, “ he mumbled to himself as he pulled down his pants and set them on the toilet seat. Next were his boxers, and before he knew it Joshua had accomplished the art of undressing.''
He hoped in, shutting the shower curtain before enjoying the warm water on his back. Joshua was one to take one hour showers, but that wouldn’t be today. He guessed by his mothers tone of voice that he was already running late, and didn’t want to upset her any more than he had already. Joshua was a momma’s boy, and was proud to admit to the fact. He didn’t have a choice after all, when his father up and left him. Of course you wouldn’t know that unless you were really close to Joshua. When people asked where his father was, he normally told them he was in jail for mass murders. It was better than telling them that he scat. Well maybe not, but likewise. He grabbed the cherry scented shampoo from the bottle and applied some to his blond locks. Yes, Joshua was blond. Surprise, no? He had bleached his hair yesterday before the party. He hadn’t really shown people at school, and was both eager and nervous to see their reactions. He did care what people thought of him, reguardless of what he claimed.
After the shampoo was out and he had already applied conditioner, he proceeded to wash himself. It looked like he didn’t need to shave anywhere - he spent hours doing that yesterday. So, making sure all the shampoo was out one final time he hoped out of the shower and onto the pink rug. His mother had picked the theme of his bathroom, which just so happened to be little pink and green dinosaurs from when he was little. But it was perfectly fine, dinos where pretty chill, and his bathroom seemed to hit home with the ladies. He grabbed a towel from under the sink, and began drying himself off. He could already hear his mom yelling for him to hurry, and he listened to her. But he realized that he’d forgotten to bring cloths with him. Great. He wrapped the towel around his waist, as he walked into his room again shutting the door. Now, what to wear.
It took him awhile, but he decided to wear a black and white striped slim fitting shirt, and some regular blue skinny jeans. When he decided that he looked decent, he grabbed his backpack and walked out the door. He made sure to kiss his mom, and reassure her that his hair would be dry by the time he made it to school. Then, Joshua grabbed the toast his mom had made him along with this car keys and ran out the door. He was late, class was already starting. But he wasn’t going to class, so did it matter anyways? He opened the door to his purple mustang and drove off. School wasn’t really that far away, so he was there in a matter of minutes. He pulled in, and made sure to park in the back driveway. Joshua smiled at his park job. It wasn’t bad, after all. Grabbing a pack of fantasias (you know, those colored ciggs) he shut the front door and hopped on the back of his car. He light the sweet cancer stick, and inhaled deeply. Blowing the smoke out of his mouth he watched as the ash fell to the ground. Pink ash was way cool.
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Post by WINONA MARIE MARCS on Aug 11, 2009 9:47:38 GMT -5
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. [/color][/font] YOU ONLY HOLD ME DOWN LIKE THIS[/color][/font] .[/color][/font] cause you don't know who i really am.
sometimes i just want to know what it's like to be you.
we're making inside crashed cars. we're sleeping through all our memories.
i used to waste my time dreaming of
being alive, but now i only.[/color][/font] WASTE IT DREAMING OF THE PAST[/color][/font] .[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center]
perfect attendance? winona shifted uncomfortably in the wooden chair she had been offered a seat in, using her thin, shaking fingers to push her bangs away from her eyes. she was as nervous as she'd expect to be during a college interview. this wasn't really a college interview, though, just a meeting between herself and a representative that would decide if she got the interview. she laughed, her voice cracking. yes ma'am. except for a day last year when i had to miss a day to get my tonsils removed. it was the day before spring break. oh, and today, of course. and the previous interviews i've had. she attempted to wear a charming smile then, but her bottom lip tucked itself under her top teeth, quivering. the representative smiled at winona. honor roll? winone smiled. yes ma'am.
the representative closed winona's file and sat smiling at winona for a long minute. winona could feel a prickle at the nape of her neck, and wrung her hands together in her lap. you're lacking on social skills, she had said it so bluntly that winona had lost her breath, a frown curving her lips downward. but you're a smart girl and you seem to have a passion for your school work. i don't see why brown wouldn't take you. i'm approving your file. prepare for a call within the week with an interview date. besides, brown will fight for you once they've heard that you've been accepted to yale and princeton, as well. winona had forced a smile as the representative patted her knee and dismissed her. now, winona had an hour to return back to pismo and get herself into chemistry.
please work, she begged as she started her car. her father had bought his little girl a brand new car the previous year for her sixteenth birthday, but winona had already driven herself across the country several times for college interview after interview and nightly escape after nightly escape that, sometimes, the reliable car wasn't reliable. she had already been accepted to every college she had applied to and had already been accepted to yale, the college of her dreams, but she was still killing time by attending these silly little meetings where things always went the same. they all asked the same questions, told her she lacked social skills, and told her not to worry. she'd worry, though, and be relieved when an acceptance letter turned up in her mail box a few weeks later.
the car had listened and had started and soon was pulling in between two white lines, parking a good distance away from the high school. she tossed her bag over her shoulder and used her thin, still shaking fingers to comb her bangs away from her eyes once more. she sighed and straightened her clothing, locking her car up and heading on toward the school, wincing as she looked up and noticed a familiar boy sitting upon a car not that far off. they had been friends once, but now the sight of him made her wince and want to retreat. she bit her bottom lip and kept on, taking a detour around a few cars to avoid him, praying that he wouldn't hear the jingle of her keys or the loud beat of her heart. hope the bastard can't smell fear, she thought to herself.
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Post by JOSHUA RYAN COOPER on Aug 20, 2009 21:12:00 GMT -5
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SUNDAY IT WILL BE DONE.
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