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Post by carmen davis on Jun 4, 2009 19:06:25 GMT -5
Now you're feeling more and more frustrated * --- * [/i][/size] And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting [/font][/font][/center] As I sit here on the beach I cannot help but wonder what we have done to deserve this. For how long we wish for an adventure when we see what we get is not quite as we imagined for we come from a world of people giving us everything we want to step back and take a true look at the world as we did not know some much about to have a chance to take a look at our lives and make it better and to join friendships with those we do not know. She wrote to herself in her journal. Thinking to herself “if this trip here being stranded is god’s way punishing us or is it him helping us?” [/size][/color] Everything here seemed so peaceful to Carmen just sitting here on the beach hearing the sounds of the waves crashing and the sounds of the birds chirping the world seemed so clear to Carmon but then she felt said not being able to have her family here to witness this with her. Everything was so quiet where she was a little too quiet. Suddenly something was rustling in the wood behind her. “Hello is someone there” She yelled into the direction of the woods. “Hello is someone in there?” “I warn you I know Marshal Arts.” [/blockquote] TAGS--*none OUTFIT--* Click WORDS--* 219 LYRICS--* jordin sparks -- one step at a time CREDIT--* MEELA! at CAUTION 2.0 ?! NOTES--*none.[/size][/font]
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Post by mitchel ivan carter on Jun 7, 2009 17:29:21 GMT -5
I'M IN THE BUSINESS OF THE MISERYlet's take it from the topSHE'S GOT A BODY OF AN HOURGLASS, ITS TICKING LIKE A CLOCK___________________________
Mitchel sighed, rustling through the stupid trees. He had been looking for food or water for hours, and he was seriously thinking about resorting to sea water ! He was crazy. His hair was a mess, and so were his clothes. He was torn up..literally. He couldn't even keep track on how many cuts he had. Besides the fact that he felt like shit, he hadn't seen a person, or had any human contact in so long.
And, only one step it took for him to fall over a small rock and collapse to the ground. He groaned, standing up and making loud tustling of the leaves. He jumped, eyes widening when he heard someone elses voice. OMG ! Another person ! He got so excited, running their way, and sighed with relief when he saw Carmen. "Yeah, yeah. I'm a black belt too." He teased, sitting next to her. He smiled. Like always, he was grateful to see her.
status finished words 12319? outfit clickiee copyright mrs. jones @ caution 2.0! lyrics misery business - paramore.
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Post by carmen davis on Jun 7, 2009 18:50:36 GMT -5
Now you're feeling more and more frustrated * --- * [/i][/size] And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting [/font][/font][/center] Carmen gave out a little chuckle when he said that he was also black belt. She would have laughed a little harder but she did not want to make it awkward. Well anymore awkward anyway. She had seen this kid before but only in the halls so she did not really know him and she had heard rumors about him and his brothers. He apparently is the middle child of three one is a senior and the other is a freshmen. The one thing she did know about him was that he was a black belt as she just learned. She felt a little weird when he sat next to her for Carmen this was not normal the only people who talked to her and even more so sat by her who weren’t forced were the teachers and a small group of people. She did not know what to do or say even more so because she did not even know this really cute guy. [/size][/color] “O my gods are you ok your bleeding” Carmen said to the kid. “Hold on.” Then Carmen reached in her bag and searched for her sweatshirt.” Here we go” When Carmen took her hand back out of the bag she had her sweatshirt. Then she reached back into her bag and took out this little pocket knife and used the knife and ripped her jacket sleeve into a bunch of long slivers. Then she put her knife down and went back into her bag and took out two little bottles of water. “Here Hold out your arm."
[/blockquote] TAGS--*none OUTFIT--* Click WORDS--* 227 LYRICS--* jordin sparks -- one step at a time CREDIT--* MEELA! at CAUTION 2.0 ?! NOTES--*none.[/size][/font]
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Post by mitchel ivan carter on Jun 7, 2009 19:28:32 GMT -5
I'M IN THE BUSINESS OF THE MISERYlet's take it from the topSHE'S GOT A BODY OF AN HOURGLASS, ITS TICKING LIKE A CLOCK___________________________
Mitchel cringed when he watched her break her sweatshirt. "No!" He said, too late to stop her. "You might need that when it rains...who knows what it's like when it rains here.." he said, biting his lip. "It's okay..I'm fine..you don't have to. Don't waste your water." He said, swallowing and licking his dry lips. His mouth was so dry, and he craved water. He wished that this girl took better care of her supplies.
Mitchel had seen this girl around before. Infact, he had many classes with her. But, she hadn't seemed to notice who he was, unfortunately. He had introduced himself to her many times before. Oh. Now, he was embarrassed. He couldn't even remember if he had done that! Or was it someone else? No..he was pretty sure he's talked to her before. "You're Carmen, right?" he asked, hoping she was. Then, he'd feel stupid.
status finished words 12319? outfit clickiee copyright mrs. jones @ caution 2.0! lyrics misery business - paramore.
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Post by carmen davis on Jun 7, 2009 19:51:15 GMT -5
Now you're feeling more and more frustrated * --- * [/i][/size] And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting [/font][/font][/center] ”N o it’s no problem here you take this water you look like you could use a drink. Now just hold out your arm trust me. Also don't sweat it I have plenty of other sweatshirts in my other bags.” Then Carmen handed the kid one of the waters in her hand. “Ya I’m Carmen and you’re um… Mitchel, Mitchel Carter I think correct?” “Are you in one of my classes because like even though I am a sophomore and all but I am in a lot of junior classes because at my previous school we learned what we would have learned in our freshmen year so I was put in like a grade above but I was still a freshmen dose that make any since? Any how I know I seen you in one of my classes before.” [/size][/color] Carmen then stopped and though about how eager she sounded when she said that. “Sorry I am talking so fast and stuff it is that I do not talk to people much. Much less people even talk to me.” She then lowered her head still holding in her hand one of the waters and a few strips of her sweatshirt. She did not know what to say know without sounding stupid. So she just sat there waiting to see if he were to say anything back to her.
[/blockquote] TAGS--*none OUTFIT--* Click WORDS--* 214 LYRICS--* jordin sparks -- one step at a time CREDIT--* MEELA! at CAUTION 2.0 ?! NOTES--*none.[/size][/font]
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