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Post by manuela mcgregor on Jul 25, 2009 1:31:13 GMT -5
 Manuela McGregor
Manuela went downstairs and into the kitchen only to be met with her Mother making coffee and Father sitting at the table. “Morning” She said grabbing a pack of pop tarts for breakfast. “Good Morning Ellie, you excited to start your new school?” Her Mother asked placing a cup of coffee down in front of her Father and kissing his cheek. “No, not really. You know I’m not exactly good with new people. That’s the other Three. From the conversation last night their excited to an extent, mostly just to see how the American school’s and people differ from back home.” She said finishing up her pop tarts. Her Mother and Father nodded at their Eldest child and daughter knowing exactly what she meant. “Ellie dear would you go wake the rest of the troops up for me, knowing them if they aren’t up by now they probably didn’t set their alarms last night.” Manuela’s Mum Rose asked. “Yea Mum I’ve got it.” Manuela said going into one of the cabinets and grabbing Two pots so she could wake up her younger siblings. She walked towards the stairs with an evil smirk on her lips as she heard her Mum and Dad chuckle from the kitchen knowing all to well how she was going to wake up her lovely siblings.
Manuela quietly opened up all of their bedroom doors and checked to make sure they were still asleep. When she was sure they were she held the pots apart and brought them together making them crash and wake up her siblings. “Wake up you lazy arses, It’s time to get ready for school!” She yelled out all the while banging the pots together. She laughed as she heard and saw her siblings yell at her to stop and slam their doors shut. She kept laughing as she went back downstairs and into the kitchen where she saw her parents laughing at their children. “Their up.” She said putting the pots back and sitting down next to her Dad. “We heard.” He said kissing her forehead. Manuela and her Dad sat in comfortable silence as the rest of the family shuffled into the kitchen dressed for the day.
After a while they all head off to school and in her Dad’s case work, he’s a doctor at the hospital. Lizzie’s in Pete’s car and Manuela drives her own. They all drive off and get curious stares as the arrive at Forks High School. Manuela gets her bag and waits for her siblings before they head to the Office to get their timetables and such. “Do we have any of the same classes Pete?” Manuela asked her Twin looking over at the timetable in his hand and comparing it to her own. “Um it looks like we have English and Gym but that’s all.” Pete said comparing timetables. “Damn, well it looks like Lizzie already took off to her class. I’ll see you at lunch little brother” Manuela said before heading off to her class by following the map. She could hear Pete mumbling about her only being a minute and a half older than him, it made her chuckle.
Manuela walked down the hall towards where her class looked to be, as she was rounding the corner she ran into something or someone which caused her to drop all her things and slam back into some lockers before hitting the ground.
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Post by carla katy znader on Jul 26, 2009 20:50:27 GMT -5
///// Its No Surprise To Me
--- I Am My Own Worst Enemy////////// Cuz Every Now And Then
--- I Kick The Living Shit Out Of Me/////[/right][/color] Hale had once again not been home this morning when she was getting ready for school. She never seemed to know where he went. It was starting to really annoy her. One night she was just going to stay up and follow her brother. Sure he'd be very pissed off with her, but that wasn't her problem. He had brought it upon himself. Letting a small sigh leave her lips as she walked into the school she shook her head a little.
Letting her lovely deep brown hair fall slightly into her face. Moving into the hallway, she found her locker quickly, it was very close to the one she had, has last year. Only lucky for Carla, this was her last year in this school. After this then she could work full time at her mother's shop and maybe take it over sooner then Carla would really like too.
Taking her books out for her first class, she closed her locker door with a loud bang before, before pulling on the handle to make sure it was locked up tight. She was not about to have anything stolen from her. With her bad like she would most likely have that happen everyday. Sighing once more, she ran her fingers throughout her hair, pulling back any small piece that may still lay there in front of her face.
Turning away from her locker she started off away from her locker and down the hallway. She was looking at her timetable with a little confusion. Even after all these years she was able to get lost. Man this sucks, she thought to herself before glancing around the hallway to see if she was going the right way.
Carla was trying her best to keep her mind at the school, but it just seemed to keep on buzzing away from it. School was something she had done all her life and well really, Carla had better things to think about. Once she spotted one of the many doors she knew she was going the right way. So with a weak smile she glanced down at her timetable, her books still pressed tightly to her chest in her free arm.
Making her way around the corner, Carla seemed to have run it no someone fast. Gasping with her deep brown eyes growing wide she only got a glance of another female before she hit the ground. She could hear some giggles and some assholes laughing. Carla didn't even blush, only quickly picked up her timetable which had seemed to leave her hand before pushing herself off the ground.
Making her way over quickly to the other female, with crazy but pretty red hair. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry, are you alright." Carla, said with a soft tone, Worry clearly ringing out within her voice. Carla wasn't one for talking to anyone at school, but in this case she really had to. Well unless she had run into Seth, but that was different, the two of them were friends.
Quickly after speaking, Carla pushed her timetable into the same arm as her first class books and let her hand move out for the female to take. The only thing that Carla could hope for was that this girl was a nice one.Playing Out// My Own Worst Enemy - Let Spoken For\\ manuela mcgregor News To// 555 Dress Up\\ Outfit |
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Post by manuela mcgregor on Jul 27, 2009 3:25:58 GMT -5
Manuela McGregor Manuela groaned as her back hit the lockers and her backpack and her binder fell, She could hear the people around her laughing at her current predicament. “Oh that’s going to leave a mark.” She said as she slowly opened her eyes and looked at what or who she had just crashed into. She looked up and saw a girl, who she didn’t know which wasn’t surprising since she had just moved there and didn’t know anyone other that her family. The mysterious girl looked to possibly be her age if not a year older or maybe younger.
Manuela slowly but surely stood up using the lockers to help her. As she stood straight she cracked her back making her feel much better. She leaned down to pick up her backpack, binder and the papers that had fallen out of it. She picked up her backpack and threw it over her shoulder, and picked up her binder and papers putting all the loose papers back in order. “Yes, I‘m alright. You? I wasn’t really paying attention to where I was walking, I was reading my time table” She said holding it up. “I say we just blame the wall for trying to kill us, how’s that? Stupid corner.” Manuela laughed slightly her British/Irish accent strong.
Manuela smiled slightly at the girl. “My names Manuela. I just moved here with my family. She said as she adjusted her things and fixed her papers so they were in order again.Word count: 252
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Post by carla katy znader on Jul 29, 2009 19:56:01 GMT -5
///// Its No Surprise To Me
--- I Am My Own Worst Enemy////////// Cuz Every Now And Then
--- I Kick The Living Shit Out Of Me/////[/right][/color] Carla felt as if someone had just stabbed her hand with something. It was as if she had poison on it or something. Could this girl really not take her hand? In Carla's mind that was rather rude of her, after all the girl just ran into her as well. After all Carla was not the only on at fault here and that was clearly seen in what the look of despair on the other females face.
So Carla let her hand drop slowly back to her side well she readjusted her books in front of her. She could see that the other female wanted to do something about her loose papers before saying much of anything. Sadly she had lost more things then Carla had when they fell down. It was rather odd but that was just Carla thoughts of the matter.
"Yeah I'm fine as well." Was all Carla could say as she watched the girl. Carla felt her shyer side coming out, this girl was so pretty and it made Carla feel like crap for even running into her. Carla saw girls like her at the shop all the time, they did nothing with Carla's type. It was just how it was, but Carla kept on her weak smile anyways and held back a small sigh.
"Sounds like a good idea to me. It's kinda weird that we both were reading our timetables at the time."Carla replied well moving out of the middle of the hallway. It was something that bugged the shit out her her. People to stood in the way of moving traffic, like it really showed how stupid the teenage body really was.
Only next thing to happy came to a small surprise to Carla. This girl was sharing her name. Carla's hazel eyes even widen slightly at it, and she almost stuttered on her own name because of it. "I-I'm Carla, but you can call me Carry." She said in her soft quiet tone before readjusting her books again.
"I've lived in this silly little town all my life. where did you come from?" She couldn't help but ask. Sure this town got a lot of new people, but most of them were freaks and weirdo's. This town sure had it's highs and lows for the crazy people. Half the time she wondered it she really was sane herself. So Carla couldn't really see anyone really coming here for a normal reasons. This town was too fucked up for that one.
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