ArynMae20“Okay then...” Alexis' voice dripped with annoyance as she set the phone, now buzzing with a dial tone, down. “Good-bye to you, too.” Rolling her eyes, she turned back to the computer and stared at the empty screen. She looked, mesmerized, at the white, fluorescent glow for a while before she let out a sigh of exasperation and crumpled over onto the keyboard. There was a not-very-pleasant crunching noise as her head hit the keys, causing the screen to erupt with a mess of gibberish. “How to start, how to start how to...” Her mind open, for just a split second and it dawned on her. The epiphany lasted briefly before her mind shut down like a gateway crashing closed. “I'll start at the beginning!” She exclaimed.
The idea was poetic, really. Alexis wasn't just going to write some piece of trash news that objectified the victim of this crime. Making her seem like some poor, faceless girl whose death Alexis was using to get attention for herself. She was going to recall this girls entire life. From start to end. She was going to show everyone who this so called “Snow White” really was. She would write about her family, her friends, and that mysterious list that no one could figure out the meaning to. After Alexis was done everyone would know the name Sierra Williams. The world would know all about this sick crime, and who the killer really is. Alexis planned on giving Sierra something that no one had ever given her.
Justice.
That as what she had always wanted, and if she couldn't get it for herself she would get it for this girl. Alexis cracked her knuckles and pursed her lips, turning to the computer screen and smiling. The random gibberish was currently a metaphor for her mind. Confused, dazed, all over the place while at the same time artistic and genius. Leaning back in her seat, Alexis nodded, deep in thought with her ideas that bounced around her mind like jumping beans, and started planning out the first in what she hoped to be a long line of articles on this case. If she did well, Rudy would assign her all of the "Snow White" stories, and from what it looked like Alexis assumed there would be quite a few.
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I'm working on a bio lab right now, but after I'm done my rough draft and I go shower I'll post something! Sorry that I haven't written anything though, I'll be honest and admit that I kinda forgot haha.
Ooh, that must have been exciting when you made it!! Do you play any other types of sports or just soccer?
I hope to. The school that I want to go to in NS has a dance team that you have to try out for and stuff, and they're really good! One of my choreographers is on it right now so if I end up going to there I'm kinda hoping she'll put in a good word for me, lol. If I do end up going to Toronto, though, I'm not sure what I'll do. I'll definitely dance in some way, but Ontario is one of the best places to go if you plan on taking your career in dance to the next level. They are very talented and extreme out there and I just don't think I'm good enough, haha.
I hope to. The school that I want to go to in NS has a dance team that you have to try out for and stuff, and they're really good! One of my choreographers is on it right now so if I end up going to there I'm kinda hoping she'll put in a good word for me, lol. If I do end up going to Toronto, though, I'm not sure what I'll do. I'll definitely dance in some way, but Ontario is one of the best places to go if you plan on taking your career in dance to the next level. They are very talented and extreme out there and I just don't think I'm good enough, haha.
Okay, okay... I think I get ya. Here we have house league, which is what some of my friends play, and I'm pretty sure that's just like intramural! So you're school has a club team that you play on? Did you have to try out or was it like a whoever signs up type of thing?
My favorite type is contemporary for sure and Jazz/Musical Theater take a close second! Haha, I went through my tom boy stage and quit ballet when I was younger. Luckily I still stayed in jazz but I'll always regret quitting ballet because if I hadn't I would be so much more advanced now.
My favorite type is contemporary for sure and Jazz/Musical Theater take a close second! Haha, I went through my tom boy stage and quit ballet when I was younger. Luckily I still stayed in jazz but I'll always regret quitting ballet because if I hadn't I would be so much more advanced now.
'Oh my god, her eyes.' Charlie's cheeks flamed red as she stared at Mila's dark eyes, hidden slightly behind her dark lashes. Charlie's mind, which was artistic and constantly on overdrive, was currently in a daze. She'd known attractive women before but there was something about Mila that brought beauty to a whole knew level, although, Charlie couldn't quite pinpoint what that 'something' was. Never the less, when Mila stood closer to her and absently played with Char's scarf, she swooned like a school girl on the playground. “But are you sure it’s ok? I’m not interrupting any plans you had tonight? A cute girl like you, it’s hard to imagine you’re spending a night alone.” Cute girl. Charlie laughed suddenly, looking down and shyly breaking eye contact with Mila. “Yeah, it really is fine. My job doesn’t exactly pay well,” she nodded towards the discarded guitar case that still sat on the steps. “So I don't really 'go out'.” She shiver again and nodded. “You're right, it's cold let's go up...” her voice caught as she felt Mila's arm interlock with hers. “Stairs.”
“My apartment is on the third floor.” Charlie explained, her voice rambling as she led Mila into the building. The lobby was clean, sterile even, with a plush carpet and a small front desk. Except for the two elevators that were set against the back wall, the rest of the lobby was empty. “Here we can take this elevator, the other one isn't as quick.” Her voice trailed off as the door beeped open and they stepped inside. It was made of a darker wood and the buttons next to the door were a dull grey until they were pressed, causing them to turn yellow. Charlie smiled over at Mila, a shy expression that made her eyes glitter. The ride up was quick and quiet. “Here we are.” She breathed as the door slid open, showing a plain looking hallway decorated similarly to the downstairs. “It's that one.” She pointed towards the second door down the hall and guided the other woman towards it.
Charlie flicked the lights on to reveal a quaint, lived in apartment. The front door opened into a small living room/kitchen area that was only separated by a change in flooring, from carpet to tile. and a small island that's seats were halfway in the living room. The living room in question was decorated with a second hand couch set Charlie had gotten off e-bay. The set included a longer sofa, a love seat and an arm chair that were a dark leather and placed neatly around a small television. In the middle of the ensemble was an old, stained coffee table that held an assortment of junk: Magazines, papers, books, jewelry, even dishes. “Uh, I meant to clean up in here.” Charlie murmured, as she took off her scarf and jacket, hanging both up in a hall closet and then rubbing her shoulders exasperatedly.
She rushed towards the table and gathering an armload of dishes. “Make yourself at home, the bathroom and the two bedrooms are down that hallway.” She pointed to a long hall that travelled left when you walked in the door. “You're room would be the first door on the right, it's got a nice view and even it's own half bath. It's a little bit extra a month but, you seem like you'll manage.” She nodded towards her fancy attire, Mila looked as if she had just stepped out of some fancy business office and Charlie wondered what it was she did anyways. She decided to ask later and let her guest get settled instead. Hauling her dishes towards the tiny kitchen, Charlie started filling the dishwasher in an attempt to make the place look a little bit less like a disaster area.
The kitchen was a little more orderly then the living room. On the left, it had a fridge and a stove side by side with some counter space that stopped just before it reached a dining room (the table of which was also piled so high with crap that there was no way people actually ate at it). On the other side was more counter space and a sink, with the island right behind that. Above everything hung cabinets. It was crowded and small, yes, but homey and inviting just the same. “If you want to go freshen up, you can use my shampoo and stuff.” Charlie had grabbed an apple from the fridge as she spoke. “There are clean towels and face clothes in the hall closet that you can use.” She took a bite of the apple, making a face as her teeth bit off a bruised piece that tasted sour and disgusting. “And we're about the same size, so you'll probably fit into some of my pyjamas for the night.” She chucked the half eaten apple into the green bin that was underneath her sink and then leaned against the counter, looking at this strange, exotic woman with a petite smile. “Oh, and if you want to eat I can make us something.”
“My apartment is on the third floor.” Charlie explained, her voice rambling as she led Mila into the building. The lobby was clean, sterile even, with a plush carpet and a small front desk. Except for the two elevators that were set against the back wall, the rest of the lobby was empty. “Here we can take this elevator, the other one isn't as quick.” Her voice trailed off as the door beeped open and they stepped inside. It was made of a darker wood and the buttons next to the door were a dull grey until they were pressed, causing them to turn yellow. Charlie smiled over at Mila, a shy expression that made her eyes glitter. The ride up was quick and quiet. “Here we are.” She breathed as the door slid open, showing a plain looking hallway decorated similarly to the downstairs. “It's that one.” She pointed towards the second door down the hall and guided the other woman towards it.
Charlie flicked the lights on to reveal a quaint, lived in apartment. The front door opened into a small living room/kitchen area that was only separated by a change in flooring, from carpet to tile. and a small island that's seats were halfway in the living room. The living room in question was decorated with a second hand couch set Charlie had gotten off e-bay. The set included a longer sofa, a love seat and an arm chair that were a dark leather and placed neatly around a small television. In the middle of the ensemble was an old, stained coffee table that held an assortment of junk: Magazines, papers, books, jewelry, even dishes. “Uh, I meant to clean up in here.” Charlie murmured, as she took off her scarf and jacket, hanging both up in a hall closet and then rubbing her shoulders exasperatedly.
She rushed towards the table and gathering an armload of dishes. “Make yourself at home, the bathroom and the two bedrooms are down that hallway.” She pointed to a long hall that travelled left when you walked in the door. “You're room would be the first door on the right, it's got a nice view and even it's own half bath. It's a little bit extra a month but, you seem like you'll manage.” She nodded towards her fancy attire, Mila looked as if she had just stepped out of some fancy business office and Charlie wondered what it was she did anyways. She decided to ask later and let her guest get settled instead. Hauling her dishes towards the tiny kitchen, Charlie started filling the dishwasher in an attempt to make the place look a little bit less like a disaster area.
The kitchen was a little more orderly then the living room. On the left, it had a fridge and a stove side by side with some counter space that stopped just before it reached a dining room (the table of which was also piled so high with crap that there was no way people actually ate at it). On the other side was more counter space and a sink, with the island right behind that. Above everything hung cabinets. It was crowded and small, yes, but homey and inviting just the same. “If you want to go freshen up, you can use my shampoo and stuff.” Charlie had grabbed an apple from the fridge as she spoke. “There are clean towels and face clothes in the hall closet that you can use.” She took a bite of the apple, making a face as her teeth bit off a bruised piece that tasted sour and disgusting. “And we're about the same size, so you'll probably fit into some of my pyjamas for the night.” She chucked the half eaten apple into the green bin that was underneath her sink and then leaned against the counter, looking at this strange, exotic woman with a petite smile. “Oh, and if you want to eat I can make us something.”
That's not weird at all! I have some friends my own age but I wouldn't consider them incredibly close. Like I don't tell them a lot of stuff, they're kinda untrustworthy. I prefer to spend my time with more mature people. So you're right, once you get older age difference matter as much.
Club soccer, huh? That's more competitive then house, correct? Honestly I know nothing about the sport or like the levels and stuff, but I am curious! Haha, yeah it does help me stay fit (I'd be so overweight if I didn't dance... like the only other thing I do is eat and sleep) :p I am smaller then average I suppose, I'm super lanky and kind of board like, curves are a distant wish let me tall ya! But it is good that I'm smaller, a bet your friend had a perfect ballet body type. You need to be skinny and flat chested for ballet companies to even look at you. xD
Club soccer, huh? That's more competitive then house, correct? Honestly I know nothing about the sport or like the levels and stuff, but I am curious! Haha, yeah it does help me stay fit (I'd be so overweight if I didn't dance... like the only other thing I do is eat and sleep) :p I am smaller then average I suppose, I'm super lanky and kind of board like, curves are a distant wish let me tall ya! But it is good that I'm smaller, a bet your friend had a perfect ballet body type. You need to be skinny and flat chested for ballet companies to even look at you. xD
I turned 16 at the beginning of the year actually. But I'm still refusing to get behind the wheel of a car. I really suck at it, haha. Honestly though, 21 doesn't seem that much of a stretch, I have a bunch of friends in their early/mid twenties so I'm kinda use to being around older people. But I totally get it... sometimes I start thinking about my future and all of that crap and it's like 'Okay, I can go back to being a dirt-eating five year old now, thanks'
I actually haven't read many of his books, I just know what they're like and what they're about. I make it a point not to read the style I write just in case I think I have an original idea but it's not. I'm more of a Stephen King buff to be honest! Also, I'll make sure to do that ;) Haha
It's always good to dream big! My life quote is "Go Hard or Go Home" haha. But that would be so cool to have your own company and everything, oh I could just imagine it!
I'm actually a competitive dancer, I'm on a team with thirteen other girls and we do everything from ballet, contemporary, jazz, musical theater, hip hop, etc. I taught a musical theater class the past couple of years and you're right jobs like that are awesome! Are you a soccer player then??
I actually haven't read many of his books, I just know what they're like and what they're about. I make it a point not to read the style I write just in case I think I have an original idea but it's not. I'm more of a Stephen King buff to be honest! Also, I'll make sure to do that ;) Haha
It's always good to dream big! My life quote is "Go Hard or Go Home" haha. But that would be so cool to have your own company and everything, oh I could just imagine it!
I'm actually a competitive dancer, I'm on a team with thirteen other girls and we do everything from ballet, contemporary, jazz, musical theater, hip hop, etc. I taught a musical theater class the past couple of years and you're right jobs like that are awesome! Are you a soccer player then??
I've been toying with a couple ideas, and I'm just trying to fit everything in nicely. I do know it's going to be like some John Greene novels. Very tragic and heart wrenching and it'll certainly make people think. You can have a signed copy when I get all famous! :p Jk, jk! Also, that sounds really cool and artsy. You must have a really good imagination and be incredibly innovative to do something like that! What would be your ultimate goal with your career? Like would you want to ever own your own advertisement agency or something?
I have a really inflexible schedule, so a lot of people around here won't hire me. My plan is to get a summer job as a counselor at a day camp which would be fun, I think, and hopefully next year I'll get a spot teaching dance again. I know there is one opening up with the ballet program and I'm hoping that I'll get it! Yours sounds like a good job, I wish I could find something with flexible hours.
Yeah, unfortunately. I'm a actually a sophomore!
I have a really inflexible schedule, so a lot of people around here won't hire me. My plan is to get a summer job as a counselor at a day camp which would be fun, I think, and hopefully next year I'll get a spot teaching dance again. I know there is one opening up with the ballet program and I'm hoping that I'll get it! Yours sounds like a good job, I wish I could find something with flexible hours.
Yeah, unfortunately. I'm a actually a sophomore!
Now at least that's rational, haha!
That's actually the plan! My goal is to publish my debut novel before or shortly after I graduate from high school. Also, thanks man! Your posts are pretty awesome as well :) Ooh, graphic design, that seems like a lot of fun! What types of things would you being doing after you earn your degree?
I don't really have a job *cries and cleans cobwebs from my wallet*. Long story short, my best friend took my position and I never got another one. It's not like it's her fault though, when she accepted the job she hadn't realized that it was the same one I've had for several years. Anyways, I'll most likely be on at 11, but if not assume that I fell asleep :p
That's actually the plan! My goal is to publish my debut novel before or shortly after I graduate from high school. Also, thanks man! Your posts are pretty awesome as well :) Ooh, graphic design, that seems like a lot of fun! What types of things would you being doing after you earn your degree?
I don't really have a job *cries and cleans cobwebs from my wallet*. Long story short, my best friend took my position and I never got another one. It's not like it's her fault though, when she accepted the job she hadn't realized that it was the same one I've had for several years. Anyways, I'll most likely be on at 11, but if not assume that I fell asleep :p
The chilly air brushed up Charlie's legs, causing her body to shudder in the cold as she instinctively wrapped her arms around her torso. The concrete stairs added to the gelid feeling against her legs as she stared at the distraught woman. Her face was twisted in grief and confusion as her head snapped up to look at Charlie. Despite the doleful expression of this mysterious person, Charlie was still startled by her piercing, dark eyes that threatened to spill glimmering tears onto her flushed cheeks. They were haunting and beautiful and Charlie knew that her hopeless romantic ways would have gotten lost in the depth of her iris' given another circumstance. But this evening she fought of the urge to stare deep into her mystifying eyes and shook her head in an attempt to reorganize her muddled thoughts. The woman went on, and Charlie let her talk, she looked as if she needed a good ramble.
Charlie found herself unconsciously touching her clothes, hair and face. Pulling her thin, blond hair back into a high ponytail that, even though it was sloppily thrown together, made her look cute and dainty. Her round face and large eyes gave her such an appeal of innocence and youth that many people mistook her for younger then she actually was. It worked in her favor sometimes, but mostly it was just annoying and frustrating. Like right now, next to this beautiful, older woman, Charlie couldn't help but think about every single flaw about her body. From the blemishes on her skin, to her flimsy hair didn't hold any kind of curl, or the way her clothes fell off her thin frame making her look weaselly and odd. Charlie looked at the woman and gave her a friendly smile, ignoring her self-conscious thoughts. "Hey listen, if you need me to help you back to your car or something I-" She stopped as the moon fell onto the woman like a spotlight, exposing her exotic features.
'She's beautiful.' Charlie's mind was stunned for a minute as it took in the almost other-worldly beauty that this stranger possessed. The way her dark hair was in contrast to her pale skin, the clothes that made her look relaxed yet sophisticated and more then a little sensual. Charlie silently scolded herself and almost missed the next thing the woman said. "Mark Rothers?" She murmured, trying to think of all the men that lived on this floor. Jared, Wade, Oliver... but she couldn't remember a Mark. "Sorry, I don't think I know him. He must have kept to himself." She knew most people who lived here, except for a few of the more introvert residents who were merely there for a place to live and didn't socialize with the other apartment dwellers much. Charlie was so deep in thought that she didn't notice at first, the weight of her companions hand against her knee. The hand was cool, and chilled Charlie's skin. Yet, just as quickly as the weight had appeared, it drew away.
Charlie watched as the stranger stood up and took her hand when offered. Standing beside her, Charlie rubbed her own arms a bit. The wind had picked up and was whirling around them when the other woman dropped the 'B' word. Boyfriend. Annoying impulsive, crazy boyfriend at that. Charlie could relate, before she had come to terms with who she really was she had her fair share of psycho guys. So she nodded sympathetically and sighed. "Boys majorly suck." Her voice wavered a bit as her teeth chattered in the cold. The woman's eyes were now dry, and Charlie was every bit as shocked as she had known she would be by the full intensity of her eyes. They expressed real grief as she explained about her lease and not having anywhere to stay, then apologizing profusely for her over over share. "Don't even worry about it." Charlie laughed slightly, a sound like tinkling bells. "I'm good at listening to problems." An idea dawned on her then, a way to help this poor woman and maybe even find herself a roommate, at long last.
“Hey, listen.” Charlie interjected quietly, placing a hand on the woman's arm lightly. Her skin was cool to the touch, sending a violent shiver through Char's body. “I've got a spare room that just won't keep a roommate.” She chuckled to herself and shook her head, thinking of all the randoms who had come to check the place out and never called Charlie back. Looking up at the darkening sky, she chewed her lip and thought deeply. She didn't want to come off as creepy or needy but she could tell this woman could really use some help. "If you want a place to stay for the night, you're more then welcome to crash there." This could be her chance to get a roommate who wasn't weird like all the other she had interviewed. It would be nice to finally have someone else to liven up her often dank apartment, and Charlie found herself anticipating the woman's answer. "It's a nice room. Oh, and I'm Charlotte by the way. But you can call me Charlie."
Charlie found herself unconsciously touching her clothes, hair and face. Pulling her thin, blond hair back into a high ponytail that, even though it was sloppily thrown together, made her look cute and dainty. Her round face and large eyes gave her such an appeal of innocence and youth that many people mistook her for younger then she actually was. It worked in her favor sometimes, but mostly it was just annoying and frustrating. Like right now, next to this beautiful, older woman, Charlie couldn't help but think about every single flaw about her body. From the blemishes on her skin, to her flimsy hair didn't hold any kind of curl, or the way her clothes fell off her thin frame making her look weaselly and odd. Charlie looked at the woman and gave her a friendly smile, ignoring her self-conscious thoughts. "Hey listen, if you need me to help you back to your car or something I-" She stopped as the moon fell onto the woman like a spotlight, exposing her exotic features.
'She's beautiful.' Charlie's mind was stunned for a minute as it took in the almost other-worldly beauty that this stranger possessed. The way her dark hair was in contrast to her pale skin, the clothes that made her look relaxed yet sophisticated and more then a little sensual. Charlie silently scolded herself and almost missed the next thing the woman said. "Mark Rothers?" She murmured, trying to think of all the men that lived on this floor. Jared, Wade, Oliver... but she couldn't remember a Mark. "Sorry, I don't think I know him. He must have kept to himself." She knew most people who lived here, except for a few of the more introvert residents who were merely there for a place to live and didn't socialize with the other apartment dwellers much. Charlie was so deep in thought that she didn't notice at first, the weight of her companions hand against her knee. The hand was cool, and chilled Charlie's skin. Yet, just as quickly as the weight had appeared, it drew away.
Charlie watched as the stranger stood up and took her hand when offered. Standing beside her, Charlie rubbed her own arms a bit. The wind had picked up and was whirling around them when the other woman dropped the 'B' word. Boyfriend. Annoying impulsive, crazy boyfriend at that. Charlie could relate, before she had come to terms with who she really was she had her fair share of psycho guys. So she nodded sympathetically and sighed. "Boys majorly suck." Her voice wavered a bit as her teeth chattered in the cold. The woman's eyes were now dry, and Charlie was every bit as shocked as she had known she would be by the full intensity of her eyes. They expressed real grief as she explained about her lease and not having anywhere to stay, then apologizing profusely for her over over share. "Don't even worry about it." Charlie laughed slightly, a sound like tinkling bells. "I'm good at listening to problems." An idea dawned on her then, a way to help this poor woman and maybe even find herself a roommate, at long last.
“Hey, listen.” Charlie interjected quietly, placing a hand on the woman's arm lightly. Her skin was cool to the touch, sending a violent shiver through Char's body. “I've got a spare room that just won't keep a roommate.” She chuckled to herself and shook her head, thinking of all the randoms who had come to check the place out and never called Charlie back. Looking up at the darkening sky, she chewed her lip and thought deeply. She didn't want to come off as creepy or needy but she could tell this woman could really use some help. "If you want a place to stay for the night, you're more then welcome to crash there." This could be her chance to get a roommate who wasn't weird like all the other she had interviewed. It would be nice to finally have someone else to liven up her often dank apartment, and Charlie found herself anticipating the woman's answer. "It's a nice room. Oh, and I'm Charlotte by the way. But you can call me Charlie."
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