Have I posted within the past century? Don't think so. Ooopsie daisy.
So what's up?? Anything?? Nothing??
I know, my life is boring too. Oh, let me explain the icon:
I was bored. And it made me laugh. Surprise, surprise!
Haha I've written some stuff that would crack you guys up... but first, for some bad news...
THE GIANT DOCUMENT WITH 200-SOME-ODD PAGES OF OUR BOOK WAS ENCRYPTED AND LOST!!!
AGHHHH!!!! We have MOST of it saved into seperate documents but not all of it. It sucks. But I'm gonna try to forget about it again and post something funny(ish).
Here ya go!
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William Ethan Gates and James Dean Cambridge stood out on the front lawn of their new massive school, observing everyone. James didn’t know about his friend but he was checking out the girls here. There were quite a few good looking ones that eyed the two of them but just kept walking. He sighed and leaned against the ivy covered brick of the building.
“There’s something different about this school,” he announced, looking straight up at a security camera hidden in the crawling green leaves by the tall balcony.
“Different how?” Will asked, scanning the grounds. He appeared like he was looking specifically for something or someone but James didn’t bother asking.
“Well, I don’t know. Just look at it. Have you ever seen a school look like that? And really, my parents have never even heard of the place but I somehow get accepted? Very weird.”
“Hmmm, I guess you’re right. My dad went here so it’s a different story. Children of alumni are pretty much guaranteed slots,” he replied absentmindedly.
“Yeah…,” James trailed, staring suspiciously at the thin metal wire linked through the bushes at his left. He ignored it, deciding not to test what it was for. Something about this school felt odd to him, almost like it was supposed to be unheard of and that its secrets should be kept that way.
Another limousine pulled up in front of the school and the driver got out and started pulling Louis Vuitton luggage out of the trunk. James paid close attention to this one, knowing it had to be a girl inside. The driver went around to the door and pulled it open and a long bare leg with a deadly looking high-heeled shoe stepped out, along with a matching one and finally the whole person.
He felt his lungs suck in air and hold it, like he had just been dunked underwater.
The girl that stood next to the limo staring up at the tall mansion with castle-like towers was absolutely beautiful. She was tall, made even taller with her shoes but still shorter than his 6’1” build. Her dark brown hair hung down to her shoulders in thick curls, a thin red headband adding color, bangs framing the side bf her face rushed across her tan skin in the gentle breeze and she slowly raised one elegant hand to swipe it back into perfect shape. She had a very thin frame and showed off her curves with a dark blue pleated skirt, white oxford shirt casually opened at the top with a loose dark blue tie and a red and blue striped cardigan.
As the driver took her suitcases inside, she looped her designer-looking purse over her shoulder and held her dark blue coat like a child would a teddy bear for comfort as she wandered slowly up the walkway. Suddenly her head snapped away from staring at the building and a blush crept over her face as she eyed the students instead. When her dark eyes swept over him, James realized he was gawking by the slight curve of her lips and he looked away at Will.
“Dude, do you see that girl over there?” He said to his friend. Will looked where he pointed as the girl finally reached the wooden door and hesitantly pulled it open.
“Sure, she’s pretty,” he said vaguely, turning back to the field of people.
“Pretty? She’s more than that; she’s gorgeous,” James argued. Will shrugged.
“Sure, she is, she’s just not my type.”
James shook his head. “At least I don’t have to worry about competition.” His friend laughed at that and finally looked at him.
“Not from me you don’t, but don’t think you were the only guy that wasn’t just drooling over her. If you think she’s hot, talk to her.” He nodded and looked back at the door where she’d disappeared.
“Yeah, I will.” When he looked back at Will, he was grinning widely. “Uh oh. What?”
“You wanna see my type?”
“Heck yeah. Which one is she?” James asked, scanning the yard.
“Below the tree, standing up, with the book,” Will said nodding towards her.
The girl he was talking about had long golden hair that looked like it fell almost to her waist but it was pulled back into a crazy messy ponytail. She was about five foot three, very skinny, but the faded ripped bell bottoms and loose baggy t-shirt advertising for some marathon race showed that she was trying to cover it up. She slipped a pair of white flip-flops on her feet and walked into the sunlight towards them. Her face was pale and void of makeup except the piercing green eyes that looked at everyone with a half-glare showed that she didn’t need any added color to her face.
“Do you know her?” He asked. It looked like Will did but he denied it.
“No,” he said all too fast.
“Hmmm. Liking the face, not liking the anger,” James said, noting how her eyes flashed when she saw another guy close by eyeing her.
“She’s hot,” Will said simply, following her every step. James laughed.
“She’s cute but I prefer brunettes.”
“I’m a blonde guy,” he grinned.
“I like intelligence,” James teased. He had a feeling Will knew this girl because no guy looked at someone with that much devotion and adoration at first glance.
“Aly’s not stupid,” he argued, realizing his slip-up.
“Hah! I knew you knew her. Come on, from where?”
“It’s a long story,” Will said avoiding it.
“No, it’s not. Where? Did you run into her here already?”
“No.”
“You sure? It looks like you did and something happened…”
“Haha. No. I—well, she’s uhm, kind of like my best friend.”
“Woah. That’s a cliché if I’ve ever heard one.”
“I know. We’ve grown up together. Her parents died when she was a toddler. She’s been in a lot of foster homes since then but my dad has always been her main caregiver, although they won’t let him adopt her. Which I guess works out for me, thank god.”
“Sweet. So does she like, love you too?”
“What? No. No way.”
“What do you mean, no?”
“She doesn’t know I like her.”
“Why not?”
“I haven’t told her. She views me as an older brother.”
“Ouch.”
“You’re telling me.”
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The last bit is mainly just dialogue, cuz I'm not done. But you can figure out what's going on, right? Gotta right some lame speech. Byes!
~Isabella Morrigan
