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Post by olivejuicee on Dec 19, 2009 22:35:51 GMT -4
Indigo runs back to where there are people. She smiled to herself and looked around for a fimiler face. She tried to think of all the happy things to make her expirence with morgan less scary. Her sholder still hert from him shaking it for feircly. She clunched her hands with a armband over wher wrist. She closed her eyes tight and begane to search in her head for happy memories. She found them, and begain to feel lightier, but she started to smell somthing. It felt someone has just rubbed it in her nose. "Oh crap...." Indigo said slowly.
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Post by Michelle on Dec 19, 2009 22:52:54 GMT -4
Natalie strolled along the beach, a can of 7up in her hand. She had just finished all the songs for the night and the beach party was starting to wrap up. She was slightly annoyed that she didn’t get to actually do some partying, but it mattered very little, as she knew she had a fun night. Nat looked around for a face she knew, but she saw none.
She did, however, see some familiar hair…
“OH MY GOD!” Natalie exclaimed in excitement, running towards Indigo. “INDIE!”
She hugged her from behind.
“GIVE ME YOUR HAIR. I WANT YOUR HAIR RIGHT NOW. WE MUST SWAP HAIR. YOUR HAIR IS WICKED AWESOME.”
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Post by olivejuicee on Dec 19, 2009 22:54:37 GMT -4
Indigo laughed "Hmmm... I'm not sure, I like it prtty damn much myself." She said and gave hr another hug "YOU WHERE AMAZING UP THERE!"
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Post by Michelle on Dec 19, 2009 23:18:47 GMT -4
“Aw, thank you!" Nat said happily, reaching out to play with a lock of Indigo's hair.
"Are you sure you don’t want to give it up?” Natalie asked jokingly with a cackle. “What if I told you the fate of the world depended on it?!”
She laughed and took a sip of her drink.
“So, how have things been, pretty lady with the sceney hair? Gotten into any trouble lately?”
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Post by olivejuicee on Dec 19, 2009 23:21:30 GMT -4
Indigo rolled her eyes "Well, Morgans back." She said and stuck out her tounge. "umm, So... This will sound odd..." She trailed and rocked back and forth on herfeet "Wanta get high?" She asked smiling. She would just do it to celbrate. It would be fine."Come onn!"
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Post by Michelle on Dec 19, 2009 23:47:22 GMT -4
“Arghh, Morgan’s should wear a condom as a hat, if he’s gonna act like a dickhead, he might as well dress as one!” she said with a rather fiery tone. “Indie, just say the word and he’ll wake up with a condom hat glued to his head.”
She wasn’t too sure that she did want to get high, but peer pressure mixed with her fear of letting people down. She didn’t want to let Indigo down, right? And it would just be some harmless fun…
Natalie smirked, and downed the rest of her drink. She threw the can over her shoulder into the ocean.
“Yeah, why not?” She laughed. “Got pot? I’m only smoking to get high, there’s no way I’m poking myself with needles…”
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Post by olivejuicee on Dec 19, 2009 23:50:04 GMT -4
She laughed. "Yepperonii!" She said and pulled in out of her jacket pockert. She alwasy had some on her, whitch was probbley a bad idea, but whatever. She smiled "Please put a condom on that douche nozzles head please!" She said smiling. She took nats hnd 'Lets go, I'm going to roll these. She said and lead her off somewhere where people wouldn't see her.
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Post by clementinerabbit on Dec 20, 2009 0:13:10 GMT -4
Birdie watched the two girls squeal about one of their, Indigo's, hair, and then begin to discuss a boy named Morgan. She sighed heavily. It always seemed as though her schoolmates were over a thousand miles away. That her hands would never quite grasp the teenage feelings of inadequacy or the queasy uncertainty of boys. The waves crashed against her feet; it seemed as though it was only at her shadowy section of the beach that the tide was still rearing up and licking at her ankles. The party that had been taking place was slowly but surely starting to pack itself up, the tired students grabbing their trash and tossing it into the nearby wastebins, some simply stumbling off to their shiny cars, laughing drunkenly. Birdie had to bite back a sob as she felt that overwhelming longing to be in their shoes consume her yet again. Her arms swung in tight fists as her throat closed up and she bowed her head in defeat. She knew her hair was so dull and unclean that you couldn't even see that healthy gleam that all hair but her's had in the bright moonlight. Including the girl, Indigo, that had previously been the point of her voyeurism, who was currently racing coming towards her secluded spot on the beach with her friend.
Birdie's heart started in the worst, stomach twisting rhythm that was so familiar to her.
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Post by olivejuicee on Dec 20, 2009 0:18:21 GMT -4
Indigo started rolling one up. She smiled at the perfectness of it. "I'm a little rusty." She said. She took one deep breath and inhaled it. The smoked danced down he throught and intruding her lungs. She smiled. She would soon be overcame with the feeling of happiness, calmness. She smiled and passed it to Nat. She saw a grubby looking girl by the water. She thought she was in some of ehr classess. What was her name.... Ingrid, yes! "Hey Ingird!" She said and started to laugh. "Come over here." Her lauging was unb controlible.
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Post by clementinerabbit on Dec 20, 2009 0:29:13 GMT -4
She had been sitting on a large piece of driftwood, no, more like a log then a piece. Her knees shook with the cold, her t-shirt drifted around her delicate shoulders like wispy curtains, and her flipflops held no comfort for her numb feet. But she refused to leave; she desperately hoped that the two girls she had been inadvertently eavesdropping on to acknowledge her. She didn't know why; she usually always wanted it the opposite way around. Her chest heaved, causing her to shudder when the cold shifted around her torso. She was about to shove herself up when she suddenly heard one of the girls call out.
"Hey Ingrid!" Her head whipped up at the sound, her short hair tickling her neck with the movement. It was the girl named Indigo. "Come over here,"
Birdie bit her lip partly due to her nervousness, partly due to her growing humiliation. Had they known the whole time that she had been watching their happiness? Did they pity her, sitting alone in the frosty wind? But when she heard a cruel snickering bubble out of Indigo's lungs, she couldn't take it. She rose quickly and swiftly started to trudge through the damp sand, casting a hurried glance over her shoulder at the girls. Her heart plummeted in her chest when she saw the halfway burned spliff pinched tightly between Indigo's fingers, as if it were precious. And the girl next to her laughing equally as hard. It was a joke to them. The most signifacant moment maybe ever yet at this school was just a halarious moment in their momentary high; they didn't actually want her there. She sobbed violently as she ran faster, not caring to notice the bewildered looks on the two girl's faces.
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Post by olivejuicee on Dec 20, 2009 0:34:26 GMT -4
Indgo watched in confusion at her running away. She took another hit and smiled again. It slowly passed her mind and she passed it back to Nat "What was that?" She asked and started laughing again.
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Post by clementinerabbit on Dec 20, 2009 0:45:11 GMT -4
She walked into her room, slamming the door. She frantically turned her whipped her head back and forth, looking for a door that could lead her into normalcy. Her sweaty palm cupped her forehead, feeling the cold sweat that pooled there in her panic. The air left her lungs at an alarmingly fast rate. She paced over to her bunk, her eyes focusing on the black, cotton bedspread, the air whooshing out of her lungs. Pupils dilated. She could feel it. They must have been blinking rapidly. She couldn't tell.
"I don't know what to do!" She whispered angrily to herself. She hated herself. She hated how she couldn't feel her swaying legs because she was so mad. How she was crying over nothing. How she couldn't even share a joint after a party with some girls. How she was alone on a free night, feeling cold and discarded.
She really wished that she was at the beach feeling like the world. Instead she was shaking under her covers like she was still under a bridge, the murky water just inches away, unable to fall asleep due to the foul smells that invaded her nostrils and how she didn't have any shoes. Still all alone. Still doing the same thing that she did every night since she was ten.
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Post by Michelle on Dec 20, 2009 0:57:53 GMT -4
As soon as the joint had been passed to her, Natalie put it to her lips and inhaled deeply, breathing out into the air with a smile. All her feelings of anxiety were gone; all her problems were like the never existed…She laughed. Why was she laughing? She had no clue…oh well, it didn’t matter, right now, everything was fucking wicked…
Nat took another drag of the joint, and as she did she heard her partner in crime call someone over…
“Hey Ingrid! Come over here!”
She removed the joint away from her face and sent the joint back to Indigo with a giggle. That girl had been there the entire time…her name was Ingrid and Indie’s name was Indigo…that was so funny! Natalie wasn’t sure why, though…
The joint was back into her hand again, and she took another breath of the smoke: it filled her lungs to the max. She passed it back.
“I dunno…What’s her problem? She just needs some of this fucking stuff, I reckon…”
Natalie giggled…everything was so funny…
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Post by olivejuicee on Dec 20, 2009 1:02:19 GMT -4
Indogl laughed "She does..." She said and took another hit "I missed this shit." She said and inahled it. "Wait, watch this." She said and inhaled some smoke. As she exhaled the smoke came out in rings. She laughed and stuck her fingers in one of the wholes "Don't let it die a vigin"
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Post by Michelle on Dec 20, 2009 7:51:44 GMT -4
Natalie laughed again, this time it was loud, like she had heard or seen something hilarious, like a bubble bath in the school's fountain...or some bitch’s locker being smelted shut…or even better, putting something gross in the drop slot of a vending machine...wow, these ideas were great…where were they coming from? Must be the weed…
“I get why you miss this, this…this shit is fucking rad…where the fuck do you get this? Fuck, I need to smoke weed more often...” she chuckled energetically. She could smoke this when she needed to write songs…all these ideas rushed to her head...it was like her mind could put everything together properly…and everything was hilarious and serene…and there was a weird tingling feeling in her legs...
Nat watched as Indigo blew smoke rings and took their so-called virginity. She laughed so hard that she fell on the sand and gasped for hair.
“Don’t worry love, I don’t plan on letting anyone die a virgin!” she joked with a flirtatious wink.
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