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Post by saphire noelle brantly. on May 12, 2008 16:14:54 GMT -5
SAPHIRE NOELLE BRANTLY ,
SO WHY DOES YOUR PRIDE MAKE YOU RUN AND HIDE .
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The night before this sunny morning sapphire had gone wild. I mean she was always one for a little adventure but this time she had gone too far. She had got wasted had sex, did drugs, and made a sex tape in all of twelve hours. Good thing that she has the tape and she burned it but it still didn’t matter she knew she did it and I guess she should have said no. Nothing really woke her up when she had a hangover I means he usually slept but her grandma had come to town and this was what she got for misbehaving. Her grandma was one to always get her up feed her and send her to school so it was nothing knew when her grandma came in opening the curtain and poked her and yelled at her until she was up, which wasn’t too good since the room was spinning and she could feel the puke coming. So the thing that really got her up was to run for the toilet. Let’s just say it wasn’t too pretty. Washing the taste down with some Advil and water she sighed holding her head in her hands for at least five minutes while her grandma ranted on about how she should treat herself with more care and class. Finally just rolling her eyes she nodded and closed her door in her grandma’s face. She made her way to her bathroom attached to her walk in closet and shut the door hanging a towel on the back of the door so she could have a nice long warm shower. She didn’t have to be at school till ten well at least she told her grandma that.
Saphire didn’t try to act out or anything but I guess it was hard for her I mean being the daughter of a celebrity couple I guess she thought she had to, to get any attention from her parents at all. She knew her parents loved her and everything but they just never had the chance to spend that time to get to know the real her and she knew despite everything she’s done, this wasn’t her. She use to be that sweet kind of girl, the one her parents could be proud of but since her mother and father become more actively involved in the acting industry she had become one of those kids of a celebrity that is constantly watched waiting for the next screw up. She couldn’t be surprised if she was on the front page of the newspaper today. After washing her hair, herself and shaving she was out of the shower drying herself off and doing her hair and make-up. She dried her hair and pulled it back into a messy bun and did her natural make-up before she walked out of her bathroom right into her closet with her clothes that she had picked for the day. She pulled on a white strapless bra and matching undies then skinny jeans white a white tank top and a black sweater to go over top. Pulling on socks and a pair of converse runners she made her way back to the washroom to look at her overall appearance, after a touch up on her make-up she grabbed her purse stuffing her shit in it and was on her way downstairs to grab her keys and head for school.
Saphire of course was stopped by her grandmother who handed her the paper. She sighed and looked at the front page, her doing shots and dancing on top of a table. She rolled her eyes slightly grabbed a water and gave her grandma a kiss “I’ll be back later” she said wanting to get out of there before she got that look. The one her grandmother and her mother were both good at. She grabbed her keys and headed out towards her car starting it up and headed towards starbucks, if she was going to get through the day she needed her latte. She headed in going straight to the front of the line, mainly because everyone let her pass. She ordered a Irish Swiss latte paid for it and was out the door before she could hear the gossip, next thing she knew she was in her normal marking space at the school. Grabbing her purse she got out locking her car and heading for the door. She walked in avoiding the gossip but still hearing the occasional whisper, glad that everyone was in class but when the bell wrong for second period she felt q smirk cross her face as her friends came to comment on the picture ‘like I care” she muttered to her best friend Clara as they walked off towards second which for her was science. She smirked and chatted absentmindedly as she walked in and took her spot at her lab. She was doing okay in this class so could chat with her friend as they did their work.
The day seemed to pass in a blur, she didn’t know if it was because she was just toning it out because of all the pointing and whispering, or because she knew she was going to be talked to in forth so as she walked in it wasn’t a surprise as her English teacher pulled her aside “I’ve got you a tutor for an hour after school, no if ands or buts I called your grandmother and she’s expecting you to go to the library and meat him, he will be waiting” she nodded slightly glaring at him as she took her seat. She hated English with a passion, she just never did well in it so deep down she knew this was a good thing but really she didn’t want this to happen. As the last bell wrung she went and put her books in her locker grabbing her purse and heading for the library. Walking in she walked over to the area where the tutoring was to happen and saw there was just one guy there and looking at the name on the top of the file seeing he was her tutor “ohh my god, lease not you” she said loud enough for him to hear it as she walked over to sit in front of him. The guy she had talked to once on im and felt like shooting. She sighed “fuck my life” she muttered to herself looking over at him running her finger through her hair since it was now down. She looked over at him slightly “alight well seeing as I’m not getting out of it we might as well make the best o it” she said “I’m Saphire, the girl you were arguing with about fall out boy, don’t comment on that or I might just go suicidal” she said mainly to herself.
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Post by `connor jackson on May 12, 2008 21:24:10 GMT -5
CONNOR JAMES JACKSON ,
I'VE GOT BIRDS IN MY EARS AND A DEVIL ON MY SHOULDER .
- - - - - -[/size][/center] "Connor." The whisper of his name was barely loud enough to brush the boy's consciousness. The small pair of cold hands that pressed against his face however, was not. The boy's eyes opened slowly, blinking in schock of the brightness of his room - someone had opened up the blinds. His vision came into focus to see a five year old little monkey with blonde pigtails sitting on his chest. Connor groaned, running his hand over his eyes. "Good morning, Rylan." He said, poking the girl in the stomach, a smirk spreading across his features as the girl giggled. "Momma says it's time for you to wake up." The precocious little girl informed a very sleepy Connor. "Well, Ry, I can't really do that with you sitting on my chest now, can I?" With exaggerated movements and a few grunts, Connor sat up, which caused Rylan to tumble down onto his lap, giggling hysterically the entire way down. Connor laughed, running his hand through his hair. "Alright monkey, go get dressed and I'll take you to pre-school on my way to school." Rylan's face lit up and a huge smile spread across her face. She jumped off of Connor's bed and bounded out of his room, hollering to her mother that she wanted to dress herself today.
Chuckling to himself, Connor pushed himself out of bed and crossed his room in a few strides and closed the door. Leaning against it heavily, he surveyed his room - the neat light blue paint and the clean white carpet and the neat lines of everything else. Connor was one of those people who hated clutter. He was a minimalist - he didn't leave things lying around that were unnecessary to his existence. Sighing, he pushed himself away from the door and moved to his closet. He surveyed his options for a moment before extracting a pair of black jeans and a light blue t-shirt. He changed quickly, grabbed his book bag and left his room. He stopped briefly in the bathroom to wash his face, brush his teeth and spritz some cologne. Soon, he was in the kitchen, an excited Rylan dancing around the room. He laughed at his little sister and approached his mother, who was standing at the counter in her hospital scrubs, waiting for the coffee pot to brew. "Morning, Mom." Connor said, leaning down to peck his mother on the cheek. She replied with a kiss on his cheek and pressing a bag lunch and a thermos of coffee into his hands. "I'm going to get off work early and pick Rylan up from school, do don't worry about doing that today." Connor nodded, taking a sip of his coffee - heavy on the cream and sugar, just like he liked it. "Alright," Connor replied, picking his bag up off the floor and tucking his lunch inside. "Monkey, let's go." He bid his mother farewell for the day, picked his sister up around the waist and took off.
His morning passed uneventfully. He dropped Rylan off pre-school and headed for school himself, and sat through his morning classes. Nothing out of the ordinary happened - he did his work, handed in assignments and fought his way through the busy halls, all the while waiting for the moment he could get time to himself. Which, while attending Willow Hills High, was lunch time. Connor settled into his normal table at the back of the library. He unpacked his lunch - which consisted of a ham & cheese sandwich with lettuce and tomato, a rice krispie, a granola bar, an apple and a bottle of water. Connor was halfway through his sandwich when he was approached by his AP English teacher. Apparently he had a difficult student that he needed help with and wanted to know if Connor would tutor her and hopefully instill some of his work habits in her. Reluctantly, the boy agreed to do it. As soon as the teacher left, Connor finished his lunch - save for his apple and water, that he'd save for later - and pulled out his cell phone to call his mother and tell her that he would be late coming home from school. Such a sweet momma's boy, isn't he? Well, it couldn't really be helped - up until Rylan had been born when Connor was thirteen, it had just been him and his mom. They'd long ago developed a strong bond to each other and a regime that they kept to. As pathetic as it may seem to admit it, in San Diego his mother was Connor's best friend.
The rest of the day passed by slowly for Connor, but soon enough he found himself in the library again - this time at a table closer to the entrance - for his tutor session. Armed with a package he had gotten from his English teacher for his tutoree's assignment and a battered library copy of Jane Austen's Mansfield Park, Connor had his feet up on the table and his apple in his hand. The boy took a bite of the crunchy apple as a girl entered. "Fuck my life." He whispered. Great, this was just what he needed. He had to tutor the biggest pain in his ass in San Diego. His hearing tuned in and out of her little spiel, uninterested as to what she was babbling about. He took another bite of his apple, watching her. Swallowing, he cleared his throat. "Connor," He said, nudging the ISU package and the book towards here. "I'm doing this as a favour to Mr Kennedy, don't waste my time - I've got better things to be doing that sitting here. Read this and do the project. The only time I want to hear your mouth open is if you're asking a question." And then he pulled a book out of his own bag and opened it to his last read page and started multi-tasking - reading and eating at the same time. That took skill.
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Post by saphire noelle brantly. on May 13, 2008 14:53:36 GMT -5
SAPHIRE NOELLE BRANTLY ,
SO WHY DOES YOUR PRIDE MAKE YOU RUN AND HIDE .
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Saphire didn’t really know what to say to this, she was supposed to read. She looked at him her eyebrows raised but decided to just go with it. Saphire couldn’t read very well, actually the only reason she had gotten herself to grade twelve was because she was a heiress, she had money and loads of it. Saphire didn’t really have the great life to match it thought, there was a long history to why she was never good at school and it began when she was thirteen and her mother had a second child. It was a boy and his name was Lucas. Saphire loved him to death I mean he was her only sibling and since her parents were never home she was always taking care of him. She had never been good at reading I mean she had problems with school but they kept passing her and I guess she got her practice by reading her little brother stories. Sometimes she felt like he knew everything she was saying then at points he seemed totally dumbstruck but Saphire being Saphire found a way to screw everything up. In all of two hours her life went from great to her being a complete failure. See Saphire loved Lucas I mean he was the world to her, he was the one that kept her in school or she would have just went straight into acting, he was an inspiration to her. Saphire was diagnosed with a langue disorder, she couldn’t get what she thought down on paper but the school never thought it was fit to get her tested so she tried her best and she was okay for the most part but the only thing keeping her going was her brother.
Saphire loved to misbehave, I mean she had always been the rebel type, it was mainly for attention but also because she felt that was the only way in life. It was one night, her parents weren’t home and they had finally trusted her to babysit. She wanted to hang out with her friends so bad so she made the worst mistake of her life, she decided at age thirteen to try and drive her father’s car, she got on the road fine, it was raising she lost control of the wheel and next thing she knew it was three months later and she was in a hospital bed. She had been in a coma for three months, her parents thought she wouldn’t make it out alive and when she asked about her brother they shook their head. She had killed him; she had killed the only person in her life that actually meant something to her. Lucas had always looked at her like she was his mother and it didn’t bother her I mean her parents weren’t home half the time so it was better than him going from nanny to nanny like she had. She couldn’t believe it, one mistake and it had the worst consequence of them all, and she had lost him, her two month old brother Lucas. Saphire never forgave herself, not a day went by that she ever woke up and didn’t think of him, I mean what happened after seemed to be the worst part for her.
When she had gone home after fully recovering from a come a broken arm and a couple broken ribs they had her room done. It was like her dream room and it was all to show her that they loved her and cared for her and forgave her. That was the most heartbreaking moment of her life I mean she didn’t deserve forgiveness she felt like begging them to hit her, hate her, disown her anything but all they did was tell her they loved her. That was the moment Saphire gave up, she stopped reading all together gave up on school didn’t go half the time but they pushed her through. The only reason that was, was because she was rich, well known and her parents did a lot for the school. So Saphire had other means of doing things her way, she got in to protesting, but when she protested she would go all out, get carried away by cops and she got charged half the time. She made the front page of newspapers and she didn’t care. She needed to stand up for those who couldn’t and her main one was drunk drivers, though she wasn’t drunk almost 90% of all crashes are because of drunk drivers. This leads her up to where she was now. She is in her final year and though she could pass with the grade she has in English her teacher doesn’t want that and she’s guessing her parents don’t either.
Saphire sighed slightly taking the book her handed to her and opening to the first page, biting down on her bottom lip she looked down at the text she was supposed to be reading. It wasn’t that she couldn’t read at all it was just she had a hard time. She sighed slightly as she struggled her way through the first page. She sighed slightly and put the book down “you know you judge an awful lot’ she said before handing it back to him “I can’t read that” she added seriously. Saphire sighed slightly running her fingers through her hair “And you can’t stop me from talking, I have rights you know” she added rolling her eyes. She sighed “look I’m not here to be a pain in the ass that comes normally; I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t need help because as much as I don’t want to admit it I need it” she sighed slightly and looked down at the book, she didn’t want to have to tell him she couldn’t understand or comprehend what she was reading but if it came to it she would. She knew they were the only two in the library, since the librarian left five minutes ago and wouldn’t let anyone else in. This was going to be interesting.
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Post by `connor jackson on May 13, 2008 16:32:57 GMT -5
CONNOR JAMES JACKSON ,
I'VE GOT BIRDS IN MY EARS AND A DEVIL ON MY SHOULDER .
- - - - - - [/size][/center] Connor pulled his eyes away from his book and discarded the half eaten apple on the table. Discreetly, he watched Saphire as she read, all the time wondering why someone so beautiful could be such a pain in his ass. Then again, his mother always told her that the beautiful girls were the meanest. Ms Jackson had tried her hardest to raise Connor to be the perfect kid, the kind of kid that all of these parents that would see him and wish their kid could be like him. For the most part, she got it right - he was polite, hard working, and he had a good head on his shoulder. But she had also imposed one particular flaw in him. Since he was young, he has mirrored his mother's cynicism. Connor was judgmental in the worst kind of way. He judged you before her even met you, taking into account the rumors he's heard and making assumptions from that. He said that first impressions meant the world to him, but a first impression to Connor didn't always mean his first impression when he meets you - it's the first impression he gets before he meets you.
Raising an eyebrow at her, Connor reached across the table and picked up the book. "What do you mean you can't read it?" He asked, flipping through the pages. They were old and starting to smell a little over-used, but they hadn't been vandalized or anything. The pages were totally readable! Of course, it didn't occur to him that there was a chance that she didn't understand the book. Personally, Mansfield Park was one of his favourites. The movie wasn't half bad, either. Although it could never live up to the book - no movie ever could. Sighing, Connor sat up, dropping his feet to the floor and adjusting his posture so he was leaning against the table. He placed the book between them and folded his arms on the table. "Oh, don't pull that bullshit. I don't give a crap about your 'rights'." The boy said, rolling his eyes. He had grown tired of excuses like "It's a free country" long ago. They were just a pathetic attempt at getting things to turn your way. And Connor wasn't going to let that happen.
He smirked at her mention of being a natural pain in the ass. He understood that - his mother and friends had constantly told him he was a pain in the ass. He couldn't really help it, it just came... naturally. His expression softened slightly. Clearing his throat, he shuffled his feet awkwardly. The fact that she would admit that she needed help was kind of admirable. "Okay, we're going to be stuck together for now, so I think we've got to come to an agreement." Connor ran his hand through his hair, scruffing the reddish-brown locks up. "Put our differences aside and just try and get through this alive - alright?"
[ooc|| Sorry it's short - I'm having some brainfart issues. xD]
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Post by saphire noelle brantly. on May 15, 2008 17:55:51 GMT -5
SAPHIRE NOELLE BRANTLY ,
SO WHY DOES YOUR PRIDE MAKE YOU RUN AND HIDE .
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Saphire looked around slightly before looking down at her hands. She really didn’t want to tell him what happened but it seemed like her only choice and who knows maybe it would teach him to stop being so damn judgmental toward people. Getting up she walked a little away from the table and slid down to sit on the floor leaning against a book shelf. Her and the librarian had a deal, she could smoke in here as long as she gave the librarian one. She took out a smoke placing it between her lips as she lit it. Talking a long drag she held it between two of her fingers as she blew the smoke out. She looked up at him slightly “okay I guess I should explain, this might be good for you, it will cause you to be less judgmental towards me” she said quietly “as a kid. I went from nanny to nanny, sure I was rich and my parents were celebrities but they weren’t home enough to be parents so my mom was whatever nanny I had for that week” she said taking another drag of her cigarette “when I was ten my mom had another child, it was a boy and they named him Lucas and that kid, he was everything to me” she said.
Saphire ran her fingers through her hair pausing for a moment before beginning again “when I was thirteen I thought the only way to get my parents attention was to act out, I got into smoking and drinking and was friends with the wrong people, anyways one night I really wanted to see my friends but it was the nannies night off so I had Lucas and no drive, so I took my dad’s keys and got in the car. I had driven before, my dad thought it would be good teaching me before hand but I guess he was wrong” she said pausing to take another drag of her cigarette ‘anyways everything started out fine until it started pouring, I thought I had everything under control but when Lucas started crying I lost it, I lost control of the car and all I remember is that it was so cold and so dark, next thing I knew it was three months after the accident and my parents were just glad I woke from the three month coma, Lucas died and I survived and my parents never loved me the same” she said. She looked up at him running her fingers through her hair “I was never good at reading, I was better than I am now but I use to read to him, and when he died I stopped altogether, maybe it was the fact that I didn’t want to succeed but ever since that day the teachers just push me through and I don’t read novels, I read but not good, that’s what I mean” she concluded.
Saphire smirked slightly getting up and passing back in forth slightly taking another drag of her cigarette “well I guess I could play along” she said with a small smirk. She went and sat down across from him again “I just have one question for you, why are you so judgmental I mean I can judge people sometimes but literally you judge me by what band I like and what bands I don’t I mean yes I like fall out boy, it’s true there not as good as they use to be but why do you make an argument out of it, you seem to just come up to this conclusion that I’m a pain when really all you knew about me was that I grew up in LA and I like FOB” she said with a small smirk. She sighed slightly “whatever that might be a personal question so don’t answer it if you don’t want to” she said with a small smile.
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