thegirllikesmusic
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user id: 242116
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Joined: November 23, 2011
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Birthday: April 5
user id: 242116
Gender: F
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Eating a piece of cake
after working out
BECAUSE I DESERVE IT!
after working out
BECAUSE I DESERVE IT!
Bad habit #4
cracking my knuckles.
cracking my knuckles.
*huge paragraph*
k.
Well screw you too. -___-
k.
Well screw you too. -___-
Dear
Sandy,
If you knock out my internet connection, somebody's getting cut.
Sincerly,
You better pass over this house!
If you knock out my internet connection, somebody's getting cut.
Sincerly,
You better pass over this house!
Bad habit #3
Butting in on converstaions....
Butting in on converstaions....
Bad habit #2
Getting too attached.
Getting too attached.
Bad habit #1
Biting my lip when I'm nervous or feel awkward.
Biting my lip when I'm nervous or feel awkward.
When your
boyfriend tries to wear your
clothes!
xD
xD
Title goes here
*Present Day*
Chapter 4
I made my way to my locker, the hallways silent. I thought of all the memories I had made here. My first kiss was on the steps I was walking on now. His name was Brody Cootz. We were walking together, a railing separating us. He then blurted out “Whit- Whitney, will you go to the Freshman Formal, with me?” I was taken with such surprise that I stopped in my tracks. “Yeah!” I shouted quickly. He then grabbed my shoulders and just kissed me. Not a peck, either. I didn’t stop him, though, which surprised me myself. We were okay friends, talking now and then. He didn’t leave my side the rest of the week. When the dance finally came around, he got sick. So instead of going to the formal, I made him soup and brought it to his house. I then stayed at his house all night, watching movies and eating soup and drinking hot chocolate. He moved our junior year to Chicago. I then remember my first fight here. A girl, Monica Jones, the jock of the school was picking on a freshman. Monica was in every sport known to man at our school. And just because she was 6’3” and built like a linebacker, she thought she could bully everyone else. I remember it so clearly. There was a very short, skinny girl walking down the hall, trying to get to her class. Monica thought it would be funny to trip her and spew her books everywhere. The girl fell, her glasses falling off her face, books and papers everywhere. Monica picked up her glasses and began laughing hysterically. I helped the girl get back on her feet and snatched the glasses from Monica. “Excuse me?” she said, trying to size me up. I’m very short, 5’2” since my sophomore year. “Yes, excuse you.” I handed the girl her glasses and told her to hurry to her class. She did as I said and left. I picked up my things and began walking until the hood of my hoodie was pulled. I spun around to face Monica. “Why’d you help that freshy?” she asked me. “Because I have morals.” I spat, annoyed with her actions. I tried walking yet again to only be brought back. “Well you don’t have to fight her battles!” she yelled, being petty. “And you didn’t have to bully her.” I said, getting more and more annoyed. “But I can, so I will!” and then she kicked my shin with her foot. I then threw punch, connecting my hand with her face. I heard a crack, her nose instantly began bleeding. She then started screaming and crying about her nose. I was out of school for 3 days, she being the “victim” I frowned at the thought. She now lives in New York with her grandmother. I got to my locker and sighed. I touched the cold, gray metal. This was my favorite place. This is where I met Carla. We were “locker neighbors” as she liked to say. We got really close at the end of our sophomore year. That summer, she committed suicide. People said it was because of bullying but I knew the real reason. That’s a whole different story. People were always leaving, first my mother, then Brody, Monica, Carla, and now me. But every time a door closes, another usually opens.
i love how i can go from around
10+ likes to 2 in just 4 chapters? what happened to my
readers<//33 im sorry if I don't post as often, it's
just I honestly think this site is the source of my sadness, just
what everyone is going through, i can't be happy here...
I'm still continuing with this story but I don't know about
my REAL quotes.... 1+ favs for the next chapter
*Present Day*
Chapter 4
I made my way to my locker, the hallways silent. I thought of all the memories I had made here. My first kiss was on the steps I was walking on now. His name was Brody Cootz. We were walking together, a railing separating us. He then blurted out “Whit- Whitney, will you go to the Freshman Formal, with me?” I was taken with such surprise that I stopped in my tracks. “Yeah!” I shouted quickly. He then grabbed my shoulders and just kissed me. Not a peck, either. I didn’t stop him, though, which surprised me myself. We were okay friends, talking now and then. He didn’t leave my side the rest of the week. When the dance finally came around, he got sick. So instead of going to the formal, I made him soup and brought it to his house. I then stayed at his house all night, watching movies and eating soup and drinking hot chocolate. He moved our junior year to Chicago. I then remember my first fight here. A girl, Monica Jones, the jock of the school was picking on a freshman. Monica was in every sport known to man at our school. And just because she was 6’3” and built like a linebacker, she thought she could bully everyone else. I remember it so clearly. There was a very short, skinny girl walking down the hall, trying to get to her class. Monica thought it would be funny to trip her and spew her books everywhere. The girl fell, her glasses falling off her face, books and papers everywhere. Monica picked up her glasses and began laughing hysterically. I helped the girl get back on her feet and snatched the glasses from Monica. “Excuse me?” she said, trying to size me up. I’m very short, 5’2” since my sophomore year. “Yes, excuse you.” I handed the girl her glasses and told her to hurry to her class. She did as I said and left. I picked up my things and began walking until the hood of my hoodie was pulled. I spun around to face Monica. “Why’d you help that freshy?” she asked me. “Because I have morals.” I spat, annoyed with her actions. I tried walking yet again to only be brought back. “Well you don’t have to fight her battles!” she yelled, being petty. “And you didn’t have to bully her.” I said, getting more and more annoyed. “But I can, so I will!” and then she kicked my shin with her foot. I then threw punch, connecting my hand with her face. I heard a crack, her nose instantly began bleeding. She then started screaming and crying about her nose. I was out of school for 3 days, she being the “victim” I frowned at the thought. She now lives in New York with her grandmother. I got to my locker and sighed. I touched the cold, gray metal. This was my favorite place. This is where I met Carla. We were “locker neighbors” as she liked to say. We got really close at the end of our sophomore year. That summer, she committed suicide. People said it was because of bullying but I knew the real reason. That’s a whole different story. People were always leaving, first my mother, then Brody, Monica, Carla, and now me. But every time a door closes, another usually opens.
I've seen
this like 598274723 times so i decided to do it...
There's this Boy
What color is his hair? dark brown
What style is it: it's long but not in your eyes long. it's fluffy, like I can run my fingers through it and stuff..
What color eyes:dark dark brown
Cute smile: yes ma'am<3
Braces: nope, he doesn't need em, lucky b....rd
Glasses: mhm, he's still tuteee
Abs: yuppers.
Height: 5'9"? He's a lot taller than me!
What grade is he in: 8th, my grade.
How did you meet him: he moved to my school last year
How long have you known him: around a year? maybe a few months less.
Does he play any sports: football and baseball..(:
Can he play the guitar: i don't think..
Do you guys ever text: yes but lately, it's sparce.
Describe something he would wear on a typical day: jeans or khakis, nikes, t-shirt with a sweatshirt.
What's your favorite thing you've seen him wear: his underarmor hoddie which I now have ;3
Does he have any tattoos? he's 13?
Least favorite thing: when he calls me gay -.-
Do your friends know that you like him: obviously... they hate me though....
Do you think your parents would like him if you were dating him: I am dating him and they like him a lot!(":
Have you met his parents: yes ma'am.
What would you do if he saw your witty: answer all the quesitons he has...
There's this Boy
What color is his hair? dark brown
What style is it: it's long but not in your eyes long. it's fluffy, like I can run my fingers through it and stuff..
What color eyes:dark dark brown
Cute smile: yes ma'am<3
Braces: nope, he doesn't need em, lucky b....rd
Glasses: mhm, he's still tuteee
Abs: yuppers.
Height: 5'9"? He's a lot taller than me!
What grade is he in: 8th, my grade.
How did you meet him: he moved to my school last year
How long have you known him: around a year? maybe a few months less.
Does he play any sports: football and baseball..(:
Can he play the guitar: i don't think..
Do you guys ever text: yes but lately, it's sparce.
Describe something he would wear on a typical day: jeans or khakis, nikes, t-shirt with a sweatshirt.
What's your favorite thing you've seen him wear: his underarmor hoddie which I now have ;3
Does he have any tattoos? he's 13?
Least favorite thing: when he calls me gay -.-
Do your friends know that you like him: obviously... they hate me though....
Do you think your parents would like him if you were dating him: I am dating him and they like him a lot!(":
Have you met his parents: yes ma'am.
What would you do if he saw your witty: answer all the quesitons he has...