cora & co.'s Polyvore

Ariel Price:
Age: 17
Ariel is the school’s pet. Everyone loves her, simply because she’s Ariel. Sweet and unassuming, this girl flies under the radar, except when she stops to smile at people. She loves everyone, so the feeling’s definitely mutual. In fact, she may love some people a little too much, if you know what I mean. She’s getting a little TOO cozy with Josie’s boyfriend, and Josie isn’t a good person to cross. But Ariel doesn’t know that. She usually has her nose stuck in a book. She better pry her eyes away from it before she’s attacked from behind. And when Josie finally does strike, Ariel won’t be the class pet anymore. Just one shock like that could shock her right out of sweetheart-dom and straight into the bad girls’ land.
Model: Hailey Clauson
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Have you been in Twin Peaks long?
My family has always lived in in the big old house by the little oak wood, ever since my grandmother can remember her grandmother telling her about our family's stories. I grew up here.
 
How did you know Laura Palmer? Did you like her?
Doesn't everybody know Laura? How could you not? Even the seventh graders know her name by the end of their first day! I couldn't call Laura one of my closest friends but we grew up together even before we could walk straight! She was the most loveliest person you could ever have the chance to meet in Twin Peaks and I miss her dearly.
 
Tell us about your family life.
My family isn't very unique, just the simple parts that make up a regular American family: mother, father, older brother and me.
 
What are your words to live by?
Do you want to find Laura's killer?
How are you feeling?
 

[ unfinished, obviously! (: ]

http://www.polyvore.com/dementors_kiss_tdk/group.show?id=132249
http://www.polyvore.com/dementors_kiss_tdk/group.show?id=132249
 
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Renowned over the years, Hogwarts is booming. More than eighty percent of wizards who live in Europe are desperate to be invited to this school, desperate to learn from these antiquated yet outstandinly wise professors. Actually, forget Europe, half the world wants to attend Hogwarts to learn the skills of those such as Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermoine Granger. Recently, the acceptance letters to the soon-to-be first years were sent out and last years students are ready to return, axiety and exitment being the only two emotions they've been feeling for the past month. The most exited though are the seventh years. The 'big guys' - the best wizards and witches. The ones with the most expeirience, the ones who have mastered the most spells. The experts, basically.

Currently, it's two thousand and eleven, September the first, and the seventh years are all packed tighlty onto the Hogwarts express like you pack sardines into a can. There's the buzz of chatting people, but it's not the happy buzz like normally. People are worried. Rumor has it that the evil pure-bloods of the southern coast are creating dementors again, a new rein, almost. But the yearly exitment soon takes over and everyone is estatic again, so it's not like it's a big deal. The news dies down like a rumor.

Until, that is, the dementors are no longer circling the coast. They're circling Hogwarts; terryfiying students; tricking Auror's and evilly tormenting Hogwart's residents until everyone is on edge. No-one can trust a single soul, no-one can breathe a word of the attacks. Why? Well, that's simple. Everybody is terrified of the thought of being the next one to receive The Dementors Kiss.

 

Are /you/ willing to pucker up?

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http://www.polyvore.com/dementors_kiss_tdk/group.show?id=132249
http://www.polyvore.com/dementors_kiss_tdk/group.show?id=132249
 
hi guys! the dementor's kiss is a pretty brand new roleplay based around the next generation's world. if you're a lover of hp, magic or just plain old roleplay, then this one will most definitely catch your fancy. have a look around and since we're still auditioning, maybe even try out? ;)

ϟ Gloria Pontner
Seventeen, Half-blood
Care of Magical Creatures, Muggle Studies
Young, free-spirited and courageous, Gloria is a down-hearted person with the ability to make anyone laugh. Loveable and kind, she's constantly helping those in the hospital wing, cheering those up who are feeling down. Although she's not the most well-known, she takes that in her stride and considers herself a nurse in training, only perfecting her healing spells as she tackles them best. Most believe it's an act, but it's just her way of life. Because of her constant cheeriness, friends tend to leave fast and then Gloria's left to wonder what she's done wrong and what spell she can use to fix it. Will this girl ever figure it out?
 
Therefore, Gloria is a mostly solitary character except a number of close friends. There's little she can do about it when one of your most shining traits is what leads others away. Nevertheless, she's not greedy, she's content with what she has already when it already so much but it's her seventh and final year after all. Will she finally find someone truly special to spend it with?
Ginta Lapina
 
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1. Gloria
2. Lavendar
3. June
4. Daisy
 
I chose Gloria out of all the witches because she is the character I can relate and understand the most which is helpful especially when you're writing about a character's thoughts and feelings. I also adore Gryffindors (although I'm apparently a Hufflepuff according to Pottermore) and Ginta Lapina so Gloria seemed like the character for me.
 
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1. Aaron
2. Carter
3. Ethan
4. Jaxon
 
I'm just going to change from Carter to Aaron, if that's alright. Now I fully thought about what I'm going to do with Lo, I feel like Aaron would better suit her as they're both Gryffindors which means similar thoughts and ideals and his bio is very intriguing for me. (: I hope that's okay.
 
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The Kings Cross luggage trolley rattled as I pushed it jerkily from behind. It was one of those trolleys you need to push down on the handle to release the brake and as much as I tried, the trolley wasn't doing as I wanted, slamming into various walls and other trolleys in this busy, busy station. I swerved left to dodge an abandoned suitcase without much coordination.
 
CRASH!
 
I lost control and the handle slipped from under my sweaty palms, sending it off on it's own free will straight into a brick wall! I ran after it in a crazed frenzy. I knew everyone was staring but there were only five more minutes until eleven, when the hogwarts express left platform nine and three quarters for the year. I bent down to pick one of my trunks from beside a bin where it was flung on collision to find a second, unfamiliar hand reaching for it as well. I glanced upwards to find the face of an angel, his pale blue eyes flickering and squinted in a smile.
"It looked like you needed a hand," he explained as he picked it up and replaced it again on the misbehaving trolley.
 
His ordinary clothes and absence of a uniform anywhere led me to the conclusion he was a muggle. He didn't have trouble collecting both my large-ish trunks while I stood frozen in breathless awe. I was snapped back into present reality when he began to roll the trolley quite calmly towards me. I ran back to the trolley and him with a grateful smile.
 
"T-thank you so much," I told him. My nerves expressed themselves through my stuttered words.
"It's nothing. Just a couple of bags," he shrugged with an encouraging smile.
"It's something to me! I really appreciate it..."
"You should be off, before you miss your train!"
"Oh yes, I should!" I exclaimed, panicked with lack of time once again. "Thank you so much, again."
 
I fell back into a spare seat at the very last compartment of the entire train instantaneously as the locomotive began to chug and churn it's gears. With my trunks safely and secured packed into luggage carriage and my new kitten curled up upon my thigh, I settled back and rested my eyes for a moment. A crowd of despairing thoughts ran past my eyes like phospenes, all based on my worries for the future year. It was to be my very last year at Hogwarts and I was kind of determined not to let it slip by like the last one. I was going to make the most of it, beginning with the very first day, although I had blown my school year's resolution pretty much already. I should have asked that helpful angel for at least his name but yet again, I let another opportunity kiss itself goodbye.
 
I sighed heavily without much attention from other passengers of this shared compartment which included mostly first years. I was known very little amongst the school and the gossip mill but I was known for my constant cheeriness and courage which I had shown fairly little of so far. This useless moping was not going to take me far and so I abandoned it, promising myself a year of fresh clean slates.
 
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ps. i'm sorry that this isn't a full proper set with all the links to things but my computer wasn't being annoying and not letting me publish it so i had to screenshot it. i hope that's still okay. (:

1. http://www.polyvore.com/so_cast_aside_your_novelty/set?id=36553732
 
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Alyssa isn't the type to mess around with anything and her interior decorating isn't an exception. In so many words, it's clean, modern and simple but -she believes strongly that it's- effective. She expressed this in her own home, or the place she rents from her aunt with a few other housemates. With the landlord being a close relative, she was given pretty much free reins.
 
Alyssa uses simple colours, white to make spaces appear larger and black and darker colours as features rather than bright, "punchy" colours like what's been popular recently. She softens the blow of the use of black with neutrals and a few, well placed pops of bright hues.
 
Her works had usually been very clean-cut and modern without the fluff and feathers that other designers have. She uses it to her advantage in terms of budget and effectiveness but it has also attracted a few unhappy clients commenting that the style looked, quote,"too un-lived in" and "too tidy" which Alyssa didn't take on at all well. Actually, that's the day she broke the windscreen of their car, accidentally of course. Anyway, she's fine with her style and believes designers aren't meant to alter their work just because of some little critisism anyway.
 

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IN CONSTRUCTION. (:

the collection for the audition. (:

i shall have a story up by this arvo. (:

Mary Davies
 
-English Girl
-Model: Nimue Smit
-Bio: Mary wasn't always like they way she is: bitter, sarcastic and armed with her swift, sharp tongue. She doesn't like it here in Neverland but who would if they had a shiny future lined up for them and then they were uprooted for reasons unknown? She was set to be a concert pianist but now she is stuck in Neverland with creatures she never even believed in. She repels anybody who tries to befriend her with her unkind, unsweetened words but really, all she longs for is to be accepted. Mary is judgmental, insecure and painfully painfully honest.
-Taken By: cora & co ( please. (: )
 
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i awoke from my primitive bed of straw and sticks with the the full strength of neverland sun on my lids. i blinked wildly against the sudden flow of light after hours of covered dark. once i recovered, i saw the curtain had been left the slightest inch open, just large enough for one plentiful ray of light to creep in.
 
it was no lazy accident. only the doing of a untamed lost girl.
 
i announced my distaste with an enunciated, audible groan as i thrashed off 'my' blanket of pieced-together rags with my legs. i was tired of this rubbish dump. in london, i had cupboards and cupboards of flawless white linen and goose pillows. even my nightgown matched my bed covers down to the pair of slippers i could wear to breakfast in the mornings. used to, anyway.
 
i slid off the edge of my bed and landed in a tumble of bare feet, dry knees and sharp elbows. i landed with a thud from the height of the bunk bed i saved for my night's sleep only. no one ever argues with the decision. if they do try, it's never a really lengthy argument.
 
i left the bed behind me and ventured further through the house-i not a home-i have been forced to become accustomed with. the wooden floor were hard and solid under the palms of my narrow feet as i made my path to what the lost girls believed to be a 'kitchen.' they were quite a pitiful bunch.
 
there was a tray of golden bread rolls the size of great big fruit set upon the large round table. it was crowded with a few other girls and boys, all lost ones from the look of them. dirty, unwashed and smelly, all of them.
 
i picked a bun up and stared at it for a moment. i gave a little sniff with my nose high in the air. it did not smell poisoned or at the least, booby trapped. the lost girls would not be able to bake anyway. it was an acquired skill of ladies, not dirty, primal children.
 
pulling off a piece, it came off without resistance like the dinner rolls the cook made at home. i desperately craved a bar of butter to dab softly on the bread but if last few months had taught me just one thing at all, it would be to not expect luxuries. i placed the soft piece of the bread bun on my strawberry pink tongue and chewed.
 
it was heaven opening it's golden gates in my mouth. i had not tasted the smallest crumb for an excessive amount of time and the feeling of it now on a tongue and between my clean teeth rushed throughout my body like a trigger for a chain reaction through every connecting cell of my body.
 
i stuffed the rest behind my lips and snatched the last one left without another thought about it. i chewed furiously, suddenly i was aware of how hollow i was inside.
 
i poised to take a bite when a little titch of a boy tug upon the hem of my sleeve.
 
"are you gonna eat that?"
 
obviously i was going just /pretend/ to eat it. god, how freaking uneducated were these people?
 
"no, of course not," i looked down at in utter disgust as i spat these words out. did he think i was stuffing my gob? i watched his eyes widen in fear, "what do you think i am? a pig?"
 
i tossed the roll in the air, like i did not care if it landed on the floor or in his hands at all, and strided out with my nose higher in the atmosphere than ever.

30/5
 
i swam through turquoise waters, my arms and legs smooth and slow in every stroke. sleek fish's scales shimmered around me. or was that the blurred sun?
 
a growing high-pitched beep shattered the mirage.
 
i woke up. ugh.
 
i blinked around lazily, realising the cool prestine waters were only existing in my sub-conscious dreams. i shut my alarm clock up with a annoyed swing at it's buttons.
 
"about freaking time," groaned a drowsy but irate raquel.
 
my line of sight continued on to my calendar tacked above my bedside table. a crayoned picture of me and the twins greeted me with it's bright, primary colours. they had made me the calendar for christmas. a different picture for every month.
 
it was monday... oh no.
 
it was the start of finals.
 
no, no, no, no, no!
 
i sighed before kicking of my sheets to the end of my bed and got prepared for a day of purposeful torture.
 
there was a lot of cramming throughout breakfast. not with food though. i participated. even some of sinners seemed the slightest part anxious.
 
i forwarded down the rows and rows and rows of desks. then found my alphabetical place and sat down, chewing agitated on the edge of my bottom lip.
 
i was prepared, i knew i was.
 
deep breath in. deep breath out.
 
"you may begin your exams."
 
i flipped open the paper and collected my pen into my hand, about to begin.
 
then a certain somebody caught my eye. a certain muscled, soccer-playing somebody.
 
i think i caught his eye too. he smiled at me in his breathtaking way he was so adept at. i lost myself in that smile for a minute or two there like i often found myself doing. we held the gaze for longer than a minute there with our pens poised in the air. the longer he held his smile, the more it weakened, faltered and fell through.
 
as much as it was air-thieving, it was just a facade. what was wrong? was it /me/?
 
"get to work!" he mouthed at me.
 
if i didn't know better, i would have believed his cheerful mask.
 
but i did.
 
a permanent frown settled into my facial features for the whole length of the exam, right until the examiner announced "put your pens down" in his booming voice.
 
walking out of the examination hall, i felt like a child being pulled out of deep, swallowing waters. just escaping a watery, airless grip. but where was he?
 
i collected my bag and the endless stack of textbooks with my head craning over and around st dympha and st peters heads. /was he avoiding me?/
 

i shuffled along reluctantly with the push and shove of the crowd behind me who apparently were very eager to receive their after-test hot chocolate. i tried to fight the flow but weston was nowhere to be found anyway.
 
"thank you, marie," i told the grandmotherly cafeteria lady gratefully as she handed me a steaming paper cup of hot cocoa.
 
"you welcome, darl. where's weston today?" i only knew marie by name through weston. we had often snuck into the kitchens for a forbidden snack and we had gotten away with it only due to weston's sweet smile and his way with kindly ladies.
 
"uhm, i don't know."
 
"well, take another cup and make sure to give it to him, now, won't you?"
 
i nodded and made my way off the queue for hot drinks with both hands full.
 
i waddled to the side of the large eating hall with textbooks under my arm, backpack on my shoulders and hot drinks in each hand. i placed one down on a empty table and fished around for my phone.
 
i dialed his number myself. i had deleted his contacts over spring break.
 
"hello?" his low voice greeted my ear.
 
"weston, where did you disappear off to? marie gave me an extra hot chocolate for you especially."
 
"uh, the library."
 
why did he hesitate? and why was he studying? he normally opted for the 'wing it' approach to exams.
 
"okay, do you want your drink?"
 
"uh, nah, it's 'right. just give it to harry or one of your friends."
 
"okay. i'll come to library anyways."
 
"you don't have to, i'm kind of busy."
 
"busy with what?"
 
"just busy."
 
"really."
 
"yeah."
 
"okay. see you soon then?"
 
no reply, just the sound of dead line.
 
i brought up the paper cup to my lips and took in a sip. hot and sweet poured across my tongue.
 
i didn't want to be the overbearing, nightmare girlfriend. but i didn't want him to become the cold, busy boyfriend.
 
we just got back together too.
if you called it together.
 
just because he asked to take me to the ball doesn't mean an instant relationship, did it?
 
i picked up weston's cup of drinking chocolate and stared at it for a moment. it was growing cold.
 
i began to shuffle over to where natalie and harry were talking but hesitated. they looked so entirely happy with one another. you could see it with how they looked at each other and how close they sat and how their eyes sparkled in each other's company.
 
i turned around on the heel of my ballet flats, towards the rubbish bin now, and threw his cup out. drink and all.
 
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i think i may change the set. the more i look at it, there more i dislike it. (done!) i quite like the story though so if you read it, comment with "love in a cup" please! (:
 
x

the layout was inspired by one of little red.'s sets. i hope it's okay. i really adore your sets. (:
 
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i was tagged by the wonderful taylor of LuxeCouture♥ who tagged me in her gorgeous set: http://www.polyvore.com/youve_never_tried_then_youll/set?id=31952486

In this challenge you have to make a set with an item from the set that you’ve been challenged in.

I used that that quote: " the naked truth is always better than a well dressed lie." which is quite clever and i like. (:

Then write:
-Your favorite lyrics: probably the dog days are over by florence + the machine.
-Your favorite designer: hm, i'm not really sure of just one but i like isabel marant, chanel and i can't think of anymore right now!
-Your favorite color: i don't really have one but one i really like nowadays is orange. (:

After that, challenge 5 polyfriends :
- beaucoups
- couture' used to be eden
- little red.
- EtchaSketchinLola
- polaroids & glitter
 
you don't have to but it would be nice. (:
 
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i'll have a story up for one event or another soon. two birds, one stone. except no dead birds. (:
 
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28th: It's prom night. Prom's going to be at an abandoned castle-type building across the lake. Everybody's excited, and everybody has a date...don't they?
 
( this is the day of the prom. i'll post a set and story of the actual one asap! (: )
 
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drowsy and bruised, i woke from a night-after's sleep. ugh, probably had a drink too many last night, i thought. this was the result. she guided my sleepy body apart from the feather white sheets slowly and placed my feet onto the ground beside the bed.
 
at least i didn't have pain from shoes with too-tall of heels that usually accompanied these kind of days. where were they anyway?
 
all of last night's events rushed back to my head with the strength of a tsunami. taking off the too-dressy necklace... hiding my shoes behind some books... a drunk cara... weston... i remember now! just for to be sure, i snuck her hand into my dress' pocket and sure as day, a black and white necklace was there.
 
quiet little snores were played out by raquel like a metronome in the background. a breath in, a breath out. i could tell she had quite an eventful night. a clear vodka bottle still resting beside her on the mattress.
 
without a noise, i crept to the sleeping figure, easing the bottle from under raquel's pale hand. after placing the bottle in the trash bin, i pulled raquel's blankets properly over her small form.
 
i wouldn't dare to do this kind of thing while she was conscious due to the risk of bodily harm but with her under a deep cover of dreams, i was safe.
 
i made her way to her closet and drawers of clothes with silent, controlled movements. i opened each door and drawer without a creak or slightest slam. i picked out an outfit and slipped into the articles of clothing, shedding last night's dress. she shrugged my backpack onto her bare shoulders before leaving raquel to her sleep and awaiting hung over.
 
i was on a misson, a quest. a quest to retrieve my lost shoes and a few other things too. she was quite fond of the shoes and i was going to find them no matter what stood in my way.
 
i exited the christopher dormitory and onto the school grounds. the ground was still moist from the morning's dew, the platforms on my feet sinking down a few centimetres with every step forward.
 
i soon reached her wanted destination to find a trashed pigsty in it's place.
 
the usual result of most parties organised by kate, sage and the rest of their followers.
 
i ventured through the jungle of paper cups, abandoned jeans and liquor bottles as one would of a beach shore scattered with syringes and tetanus-y nails: carefully. i stepped through the rubble towards of where i remembered the bookcase to be. alcohol seemed to be quite a good memory eraser.
 
"looking for these?"
 
his voice made me jump right off the solid, dirty ground. i spun around and found my beloved pair of electric blue pumps in a pair of very familiar hands.
 
"where'd you find them?"
 
"in the possession of some st dymphna's girl. somebody wants your shoes."
 
i laughed.
 
"you should really be careful where you place your things, jen. its dangerous."
 
"really now."
 
"really. next time you won't have me to rescue them."
 
"from what? the terrible fate of being worn on somebody else's smelly toes?"
 
"actually yes."
 
i laughed again, my hair thrown back, loudly.
 
he handed them to me over a small gathered hill of beer cans. i tucked them away into the safety of my bag.
 
"thank you weston."
 
"my pleasure."
 
"well, i better get going. things to do."
 
"wait, don't you have to repay me with a token of your gratitude?"
 
"who says?"
 
"me."
 
he stood there with his wonderful clear eyes and wonderful diamond white smile. more knight in shining armour than you could ever ask for.
 
"alright. what can i do for you?" sounding like a check out chick than myself.
 
"allow me to take you the ball."
 
my heart blossomed and pounded with overwhelming emotion.
 
"no,"
 
trust ol' logic kicked in.
 
"i can't take no for an answer, you see, jensen. it's the law."
 
"what kind of country do you live in, weston?"
 
"the same as yours but since i have saved your shoes from a terrible, terrible fate, i overrule all no's i may receive."
 
i frowned.
 
"whatever."
 
"i'll be at your door at 7!" he sang out as i left for the door.
 
a tiny little smile played on my lips. i was happy.
 
i continued on, still on my quest. i felt a little like dora as i did, with my backpack and all. all i needed was a monkey with wellingtons at my side.
 
i stopped for a moment and dug out my ipod and placed the ear phones in.
 
it was only a song later that i was knocking at caralynn's door.
 
"cara? it's jensen."
 
without an answer, i let herself in cautiously, anxious of what i'd find. from what i had a glimpse at yesterday, this morning would not be pretty for one caralynn vetter.
 
there was an enunciated groan heard from the depths of brittany and cara's dorm. i peered through the door, expecting caralynn to be flung across her bed, completely hungover.
 
caralynn vetter sat crosslegged upon her made up bed sheets with her laptop at her lap.
 
"no, no, no!"
 
"good to see you too, cara!"
 
"i don't mean you. sorry jen. hello jen."
 
"what's up? are you okay from last night?"
 
"an hung over is tolerable but this!"
 
"what?"
 
she turned her laptop around for me to see. the browser was on youtube, on a specific video.
 
in short, it was quite a long film of a very tipsy caralynn, stumbling onto boy's laps and slurring out her words.
 
"oh no."
 
"exactly! my mother is going to freak!"
 
i scrolled down to see who was the director of this lovely home movie.
 
sage.
 
"well, at least you know your target for revenge?"
 
"good idea."
 
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the actual prom will be posted tomorrow! comment 'peace after the storm' if you read the story (: also, feel free to include jensen whenever and wherever. i hope you don't mind that i included a few people too!
 
x

May 27th:
Kate and Sage are hosting their first party of the year, so bring your boyfriend and get ready to party. They promise it's going to be epic, and they claim they're going to play their first prank of May. But watch your back...the victim could just be you.
 
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once, twice, three times i spun around in front of the full-length mirror. the skirt of my dress floating around above my knees, like one of a ballerina. a little frown settled comfortably upon my painted lips as i ran my eyes from my head to my toes. with a tired sigh, i stepped away from the mirror's ever harsh gaze and to the door.
 
it was the night of the first party of the year, sage and kate's, to be exact. that meant it was going to be pretty good night, if a little drunken and noisy.
 
the party was already in full swing. the music was pounding and a few people already got hold of heavy-looking liquor bottles to their bright lips.
 
i looked around cautiously, taking in my surroundings. i was obviously overdressed for this event. more formal than first-kate-and-sage-party-of-the-year. embarrassed, i pulled off the layered necklace over my head and scrunched it into a looped ball in the hidden pocket in my dress, handy for emergencies similar to this. i accessed myself once more against to everybody else at the part and then kicked off my heels and tucked them safely behind a few books in the cranny of a bookshelf, somewhere that was sure to be left untouched this night. nobody would notice my barefoot status anyway.
 
i dove deeper into the mass of writhing, rhythmic bodies and the strong stench alcohol, slightly regretting on coming at all. how was it possible that there were so faces yet none that are familiar? i marched on nevertheless.
 
finally, i spotted someone, snuggled comfortably on a sofa with a drink in her hand. a friend too. a smile lit up my face and i shot off like a rocket to natalie's side.
 
"hey jens," she greeted, her adorable accent tagging off every word. i wish i had an accent.
 
"i'm glad you're here!" i told her. "i thought i'd end up alone tonight."
 
"no fear, natalie's here!" she giggled happily.
 
i joined her on the sofa after searching for a drink occupy myself with. we sat there chatting and sipping for a few minutes or so until something unusual caught our eye. a very wild caralynn. she passed us quickly, tripping over her own feet and announcing something very loudly, before she disappear back into the crowd with sage armed with a video camera trailing closely after her. we looked to one another with crooked, frowned expressions.
 
"that's not normal for caralynn..."
 
"definitely not..."
 
"i better check on that." i stood up after natalie but she eased me back again. "nah, you stay and enjoy the rest of that. three is definitely a crowd especially when there's a drunk girl involved."
 
and then, i was left to myself again. it had been common nowadays, for some reason or another. alone in my dorm since my dormmate is raquel and she's insane. alone in the afternoons because all i do is hockey and other sports, not study or charity work or anything else with a friend. alone in lessons because honestly, i'm not perfect.
 
i took a gulp of my drink and wiggled my cold, naked toes. socks would be nice right now.
 
"hey angry one."
 
i looked up from my feet to in front of me to find weston once again invading my view.
 
"angry one?" i challenged, raising one deliberate eyebrow.
 
"yes, since you are so aggressive nowadays." he flopped on the sofa beside me as he said this, very matter-of-factly may i add, a very chaste distance between his leg and mine. i laughed softly, despite my intentions.
 
"i have good reason," i replied, only half-joking. "you should know."
 
"i know. i'm sorry that i do. and you do."
 
was he apologising for breaking up with me?
 
"good." i tried to leave but a large hand, much bigger than my own, caught my wrist like a outstretched spider web. he was the spider, i was his fly.
 
"jen... i said i'm sorry."
 
i looked back at him over my shoulder and found a pair large dark round eyes. i stared for longer than a moment. a little dark thought crawled into my mind. they were the same big dark round eyes which scorned me last term, which left my heart sore at the least and shattered at the most, the pair which sparked this chain of loneliness that kept stalking me, following me wherever i tried to run away.
 
/would forgiving him make it to leave me alone?/
 
i sat back down.
 
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comment 'only one' if you read it. (: