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Post by RONNIE GRAHAM on Oct 1, 2011 0:18:34 GMT -5
 i wish i got to dance on a single prayer{ { { { { I, I WISH I COULD BE STRONG WITHOUT SOMEBODY THERE } } } } }∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ The day was over and Ronnie would possibly be lying if he said he wasn't grateful. He had stayed after school to mingle with a teacher about quizzes and grades before he scurried off to his locker. The halls had by then emptied out and the quiet was a welcome feeling to the usually extremely busy senior.
Slipping on his bright red (designer) jacket he shuffled through his items and shoved them into what appeared to be a leather messenger bag. Ronnie hummed a song as he sifted through the books along with the odds and ends he kept in his locker, which weren't limited to: At least three bottles of assorted perfume/cologne, comb, brush, sunglasses, 2 hats, and styling gel. The rest was strictly scholastic, except for of course the little sheep stuffed toy that sat comfortably on a makeshift shelf of books. He gave it a squeeze before adjusting his hair and making sure it didn't deflate or anything during the day.
Standing up from his kneeling position, he slung the leather messenger bag onto his shoulder and put his hat on, adjusted it and peered into the mirror in his locker before slamming it shut and walking off (strutting off)
He had planned to do some shopping after school, that was if his afternoon wasn't interrupted.
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WORDS {{ 219
TAGS {{ Xander
OUTFIT {{ BLURRY BUT HERE YOU GO c:
CREDIT {{ lyrics from "scheisse" by Lady Gaga, template by zee of caution
NOTES {{lol ronnie's fabooo |
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Post by XANDER SYKES on Oct 28, 2011 13:44:25 GMT -5
Xander did not have a good day.
Yeah, so maybe he had accidently knocked down some asshole's books. The guy started yelling at him and he yelled back. Eventually the guy got it in his head to take a swing at him- which Xander, of course, avoided- so Xander hit him back hard. Just because the teacher had walked in the exact moment his fist connected with the guy's face doesn't mean he should be the only one to get fucking detention. Now, normally he didn't give a damn, so he made that clear to the teacher.
And what had the stupid bitch done?
Oh, no, he wouldn't have detention today. He would have it on fucking Saturday. Really? Obviously, she somehow knew he had plans and just had to fucking ruin them.
Yeah, he could skip detention. But honestly he really didn't want to get kicked out of this place. Tramp was here, after all, and Angel and Wes and well, somewhere inside he felt that not many other people could deal with his shit.
God, he just wanted to hit something, which was pretty damn stupid, considering that was kind of what got him into this situation in the first place, but whatever.
He looked around the empty halls. The only thing he could spy was a guy wearing the most obnoxious red jacket he had ever seen. As he grew closer, he noted that it was that faggot from that one elective class he took for whatever fucking reason.
Perfect.
"Hey, fag!" he called, shortly before shoving the kid into the lockers. Immediately he felt a little better.
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Post by RONNIE GRAHAM on Oct 28, 2011 14:10:00 GMT -5
i wish i got to dance on a single prayer{ { { { { I, I WISH I COULD BE STRONG WITHOUT SOMEBODY THERE } } } } }∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ He He had planned so much shopping this afternoon it was absolutely mind-boggling. He might also get someone to go with him. Maybe Thalia? He was determined to gossip the evening away, even if it was the cashier at a boutique. He had everything planned out quite nicely so far, even if he had to stay a bit after school. It didn’t irritate him, he still had the whole afternoon. Hardly noticing anyone else in the halls he smiled to himself and starting humming a tune. Everything was going delightful. His grades were divine; his parents hadn’t bothered him about anything this whole week. Ah, perfection.
But of course perfection isn’t something that last quite long before it is torn down. The boy was completely oblivious to the other person in the hallway, he was too busy smiling to himself and strutting happily down the hallway, thinking perfection couldn’t be obstructed by someone else at the moment.
“Hey, fag!”
Ouch. These words alerted him to the presence of the other in the hall and he was about to spit back an insult as soon as he was shoved into the lockers, causing him to drop his bag and all the contents in it spilled out. His cologne, gel, and brush spilled out along with other assorted items. Not speaking he bent down to clean the mess up, making a disgusted look at the other. Then trying to figure out what class they had together. It had to be an elective. The other was too tacky and obviously not that bright.
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WORDS {{ 259
TAGS {{ Xander
OUTFIT {{ BLURRY BUT HERE YOU GO c:
CREDIT {{ lyrics from "scheisse" by Lady Gaga, template by zee of caution
NOTES {{lol ronnie's fabooo |
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i would punch him if he were real. 
