Status: can someone inform me on who decided to call everyone but wittians 'peasants'
Joined: June 8, 2011
Last Seen: 7 years
Birthday: December 15
user id: 181048
Location: for all i know i'm not even breathing
Gender: F
Hello beautiful. (: Or handsome, if you happen to be a guy.

Um okay. Now I have no idea what to say, like an awkward person. My name is Claire, I was born on December 15, and I'm crazy about writing. I absolutely adore reading (nerd over here) and, as I already mentioned, writing. K, I think I have nothing else to say. :p
I know we only met, but
let's pretend it's love.
"I'm one of those girls,
That with a single scratch on my heart, I'll cry,
That with a broken heart, my soul will die,
But I'll just put on that plastic smile and walk,
In shoes that aren't mine."
You're beautiful. 

Quotes by MsMinty101

You have no idea how much time I spend thinking about you.
I remember every moment, every joke, every smile, every laugh, every tear, every word, I remember everything. 
But apparently that isn't enough. 



According to everybody,
He is annoying, ugly, dumb, and conceited. 
To me, he's funny, adorable, smart, and sweet. 



I live in Missouri.

Today is December 3rd, and it's 80 degrees outside.
Thank you global warming for making me wear shorts on Christmas.



Imperfect Perfection
I hummed a tune, wrapping my wet hair up into a towel. A strand came loose and tumbled down, and I tucked it behind my ear. My bare feet pattered across the carpeted hallway into my bathroom. The counter was lined with numerous skin and makeup products, and a stray tissue. I tossed the tissue into the trash can.
I turned on the water, liquid spurting out. I grabbed a washcloth from the towering stack and my cleanser. I looked up at my reflection. My green eyes stared back. Acne dotted my chin, forehead, and nose, and freckles were scattered across my cheeks. Instantly, a picture of my older sister Taylor appeared in my head, with her luscious auburn hair and warm brown eyes. 
I sighed, and began to scrub my face. I dropped the washcloth on the counter, and picked up my concealer. Maybe all this trouble would pay off for once ...
- - -
"Taylor, what's it like being pretty?" 
We had this conversation everyday. And everyday it was the same. "I'm not pretty. And you're pretty, so shut up." which, of course, led to denial from me. It repeated until we got to school. Today, it didn't change.
"Alice, will you SHUT UP? I'm not even pretty. I'm fat. You're skinny. I wish I could have your body." She sighed, and kept her eyes on the road. I didn't respond. 
I watched the houses fly by, the sidewalk blurring. In the window, my reflection stared back. My hair was straight as a pin, my face loaded with makeup. I was wearing one of my favorite tops. But, I still didn't feel pretty. 
Maybe, that was because I wasn't.
- - -
I zoned out as Mrs. Trelit droned on about a project we'd be beginning. It was a partner project, which meant I'd have to actually find someone to be partners with. Unless, of course, she assigned partners, which Mrs. Trelit rarely did. She encouraged us to do projects with our friends. 
There was only one problem to that scenario, though. I had two friends, and neither of them were in any of my classes, besides lunch. Which meant whenever we did partner projects, I got stuck with the weird kid in the back of the room. 
"For this project, you will have to construct an experiment. I don't care what you do, except it has to be science related. That should be common sense, people. This will be worth 85% of your grade. Also, for this project, I will be doing something different. I will assign your partners."
A boo erupted from the corner of the classroom, and some students groaned. I did. Just to play along.
"David and Jenna." She nodded at them, and they exchanged glances. "Kylie and Tyler. Julia and Andrew ..."
I stopped listening and looked to see who was left. No one I particularly liked. No one I particularly hated, either. 
"Alice, you will be with Cameron. Caitlyn, you and Jaidyn." I stopped breathing for a moment. I was partners with Cameron. Cameron Matthews. I looked over at him uneasily, and he flashed me a bright smile. 
And that's when my day was ruined. 

So, today, my crush couldn't get his locker open.

Me, being nice, asks if I could try. I tried, put in the combination perfectly, and it didn't open. So, I asked him if it was the right locker.

He's such an idiot. 



Spinning like a girl in a brand new dress, 
                                                         We had this big wide city all to ourself.

According to,
In the U.S., there are 9 Harry Styles, there is 1 Niall Horan, there is 1 Liam Payne, 35 Louis Tomlisons, and 1 Zayn Malik. 


Imperfect Perfection
“All I want is to be wanted.”
Born into a perfect family, Alice Berth is quite the opposite. While her siblings have perfect red hair, and deep brown eyes, Alice has her father’s frizzy blond hair, and grassy green eyes. While they have smooth, fair skin and dainty little noises, she has pale skin, speckled with imperfections, and a nose that’s not exactly ‘dainty’ or ‘small’.

Alice was no different than any other girl. She didn’t have amazing grades, she was okay on the piano, and she wasn’t great at sports. She was just average. An average girl in an exotic family. What were the odds that there was actually something … different about her?

Cameron Matthews was anything but normal. He was good looking, with shiny black hair and striking green eyes. He was amazing at any sport you can name; soccer, basketball, football, perhaps even volleyball, if he tried it. His grades were phenomenal as well.

But, being perfect had a price. Sure, at school he seemed to have nothing wrong with him. That’s not the case, though. At home, everything with him is wrong. He’s not worth anything at all to his mother.

So, what happens when normal collides with perfection?

Broken Hearted
"Teresa." I groaned. I tossed my phone back and forth in my palms. Then, I opened the messages one by one.
"Don't you dare steal my man. Again."
"Back off. He's mine."
"You're dead meat."
"He doesn't even like you. He likes ME."
"Chika, you're going DOWN." I laughed at that one.
"Hunny, if you want him to like you, maybe you should BRUSH YOUR HAIR." Okay, now that stung. Just a bit. 
"How did he ever like you in the first place?"
Etcetera, etcetera.
I giggled, grabbing my notebook from my nightstand. Flipping it open to my current plot, I went down to Teresa's weaknesses. Smiling, I scribbled easily jealous , right below "weight". I knew she had huge issues with her weight. That was one of many for her.
But Kyle had one, one I wasn't sure was true. One that I shouldn't mention, I couldn't mention. One he'd do anything for me not to mention. One that would help in the plan later on - but would make him hate me forever.
Then, my phone vibrated, and hungrily tore my eyes from the ceiling to my phone. My stomach started doing flips as I opened the text.
"Elsa, why's your stomach doing flips?" I asked myself. I didn't like him; I hated him. He broke my heart and now it's time to break his. 
 I fiddled with the buttons as I impatiently waited for the text to open. Step three in action.  I read the bolded white text in fascination.
Hey Elsa.
I'd just like to apologize about our break up, though it was years ago. I was out of my mind. I was just a cocky eighth grader who was supposedly in love. I was mindless the day we broke up. I still love you, believe it or not. It was a mistake, that day.
It was a dare to get together with you ... but then I fell in love with you. Then the guys pretty much forced me to dump you, though it broke my heart. Lol, sorry for the lovey-dovey stuff.
But will you take me back, love?
I broke into hysterical laughter. An apology wouldn't mend my heart, though it was still part of my plan. I pulled up 'Create A New Message' and thought of my response. Just one word, two letters, and a period.

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