Title: Destination: Anywhere

Author's Name: Crisitna (LacedNBlue), Pat (Airefeaiel), Licia (Celandine), Fiona (Felonaz), and Sam (Sammi)

Rating: PG13...maybe R...depends on where the ladies want to take it.

Genre: Adventure, Romance, and maybe Suspence

Main Character(s): Nychole, Antigone, Charlotte, Beth, and Diana

Disclaimer: This is all my idea so please don't take it! The characters aren't all mine but they are from my co-authors so please don't take those either. Thanks

Warning: When we switch writers we switch POV's as well so the picture that has a message written on it will tell you which POV it is in.

Prologue will be up in...er...two minutes or so! *grins*

YAY! :yahoo

Hehe...this is exiting!!! lol.

Prologue:

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the principle announces, “I am proud to give you the class of two-thousand and six!”

The crowd stands and applause as we, the graduates, stand up and cheer with happiness. I turn and look around. Everyone is hugging each other and talking excitedly. Smiling, I walk out of the hustle, and stand off to the side of the football field waiting for my friends.

“Nychole!” I hear my name being called out.

I turn, and face my friends as they run towards me. I grin and hug them all.

“We did it guys!” I smile at them, holding back the urge to scream and cry at once. I bite my lip and grab Beth’s arm, “Come on! Let’s get out of here and find our parents.”

We walk off the field, and over to our cars where our parents are waiting for us. We hug, and take countless pictures before going back to my house and begin partying.

^_^

So, who's first?

I'm first...then Fi...then...um...Idk...hehehehe...you can go after Fi if you want!

Me first (well, second really, but whatever)! Hahaha! :tsk:

Chapter One


I weave my way through the crowd of people crammed into Nychole's tiny house, still giddy with the realization that I was finally free of the ridiculous public school system, and also from the copious amounts of alcohol I had already consumed. I stare at all the people around be, bemused. I had no idea we could possibly fit this many people here. Did I even know these kids? I thought Nychole had just invited our closest friends for a night of lounging around, listening to loud music, pigging out on food, watching a few movies, chillin' in her hot tub, and maybe a little dancing. She neglected to mention the fact that we would probably drink when she asked her parents if it would be okay if we could have free range of their house tonight. They were out with a group of friends, and had already arranged to have a grown-up-sleepover. Weirdoes.

I pass two kids tongue wrestling on Nychole's couch, and the girl (who was on top) pulls away just long enough to help her new friend take off her shirt.

"Hey! Hey! You keep that thing on, young lady!" I shout to her, and she looks up at me, bemused. I motion to her half-off top. She looks down, blushes, then looks back at her makeout buddy. A look of abject horror passes over her features. "Oh my god! You aren't Brian! Do I even know you?" She quickly pushes herself off him, grabs her beer, and makes her way unsteadily through the crowd. The boy gives me a glare of pure hatred before attempting to stand up. He doesn’t quite make it, and I feel bad enough to try to go and help him, until someone pushes me aside. It was the school's star quarterback, Brian something. Was that the same guy that girl had been talking about? Apparently, he was. Brian grabs his unfortunate victim by the collar of his shirt, pulls him out of his chair, and punches him. Hard. He pukes on the carpet. So disgusting. I jump back quickly, his vomit narrowly missing my bare feet.

"Oh, that is so sick!" I cry, then make up my mind to do something that I probably would never ever do if I wasn't a little tipsy. I find my purse, grab my rape whistle, clamber onto the arm of the couch, and blow into that stupid thing as hard as I can.

All conversation stopped, the only sound was the stereo blaring in the corner. Someone quickly reached to turn it down.

"Right!" I shout. "That is it! Everybody out, this party is officially over!"

When people didn't move as fast as I want them to, I blew again. "Damn it, if you fools don't get out of here by the time I count to ten, I'm locking all the doors and calling the cops!"

Adjusting the brim of my new black velvet pageboy hat, I laughed. That threat certainly worked. I never knew drunk people could move that fast without causing any casualties. Everyone was grabbing coats, purses, shoes, whatever they could get their hands on. I was monitoring their progress as best as I could to make sure that no one stole anything of Nychole's or actually did any damage to themselves or their surroundings, but it was hard to really see what was going on. Amazing how one can make people do anything with the correct provocation. I laugh again. Most of them will find some interesting bruises when they wake up tomorrow. Hah. Serves them right.

When the figurative dust had settled, I jump down off the couch and went out to the backyard. Sure enough, there was our crowd, trying to hide behind the trees and bushes.

"It's ok guys, you can come out! The locusts have left!" I shout, grinning as all my friends pop up like the bad guys in a low-budget horror film. As they troop past me, Andy slings his arm over my shoulder, shifting my hat so it sat funnily on my head. I hate it when he does that. And he knows it too. Bastard. I duck out from under his arm, quickly readjusting my hat, giving him a dirty look before I dash in front of him, catching up to Nychole.

"C'mon," I say, linking my arm with hers. "I've exorcised the demons, let's get out the maps and plan our roadtrip." She looks at me, her obvious relief at finding her house empty and undamaged obvious on her face.

She kisses me on the cheek. "You're the best, Di."

I grin at her, her oversized sunglasses reflecting my slightly flushed face at me. Why she was wearing sunglasses, I have no idea, considering how it was night. But then again, Nyc has always been a quirky kind of girl. I can see my swollen bottom lip on the mirror-like surface of her glasses, and I grin, then grimace. The actions of my face pull at my brand-new labret piercing. I can feel the crust of blood around the metal crack, and I have a scared feeling that it’s oozing blood down my chin.

I disentangle myself from Nyc (who promptly goes off to find her maps) and head into the bathroom. Examining my reflection in the mirror, I feel slightly disappointed. I had expected graduating from high school to somehow magically change the way I looked, and so far, the whole change-factor was definitely sub-par. I look my face over, the planes and contours very familiar to my slightly narcissistic senses. My bleached blonde hair was tousled from the heavy-duty partying I had engaged in tonight, and my regularly flushed cheeks were even redder. The thin arch of my left eyebrow was broken by one of my favorite pieces of body jewelry, a simple 16G ½ inch barbell. I always played with it when I was in class, especially if I was taking a test. My eyes then shift to themselves, heavily rimmed with black liner. Now, some people say that the eyes are the windows to one’s soul, and I prefer to keep my green windows outlined, just in case you might have missed them. Besides, it makes my face look more proportional. I reach up and fix my melting liner, before I inspect my labret for any signs of swelling or infection. I had just got it done, right before I made my way over here to Nychole’s infamous party. My mom had finally given in to my constant pleading, and had allowed me to take free reign of my body modifications. Now that it’s legal for me to go off and get them done on my own (I’ve just turned 18), she figured that she might as well give me permission, considering how I’m just going to do it anyway.

You know, I always found it strange that I hung out with my four buds Nychole, Charlotte, Antigone, and Beth. They were all pretty…well…preppy. I don’t really like using that word when I describe them because they’re really not at all like those other “popular” preppy girls who think that they’re better than everyone else; they were totally cool with my weird obsession with body modification and the historical background thereof, it’s just that… they just dressed like they were from the OC. Well, Antigone especially. Charlotte was a little better in that department, and so is Beth. It’s pretty funny: Beth is deathly afraid of needles, and yet she accompanied me today when I went to get my lip pierced. She held my hand, and I think she squeezed me more than I squeezed her. Silly girl.

“Speak of the devil,” I mutter as the bathroom door opens and Beth pokes her head in, her light brown hair swinging in front of her bright blue eyes.

“You’re missing out on all the fun!” she cries, leaning on the door frame, her eyes slightly glazed.

I shake my head, smiling at my girl. “You’ve had a little too much to drink then, eh?” I ask, and she nods, grinning.

“You know me, poor little Beth, can’t hold my booze.” she says in a sing-song voice, coming up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist and resting her chin on the top of my head. It was tough being the shortest in our group, but most of the time, I tended to forget. It’s not like I could do anything about it anyways, I’m done growing for the rest of my life. I make a face at our reflections in the mirror, and it pulls at the skin around my labret.

“Damn!” I exclaim, reaching up to gingerly touch it.

“How’s that doing, hon?” Beth asks, gesturing to my lip.

I shrug. “Well enough, but drinking all that liquor isn’t really good for it.”

She laughs, the sound a little high. “Damn you for never ever getting drunk!” she cries, playfully batting me on the shoulder. I grin at her valiant attempts to regain her balance as she tightens her grip around my waist.

“Are you two having sex in there, or what?” I hear Charlotte call out to us. Had we really been in there all that long? Then I remember Charlie’s notorious short fuse. I laugh and head out of the tiny bathroom, dragging Beth behind me, somehow managing to squeeze past Charlie in the hallway.

Making my way to the living room, I grin at my friends, both stretched out on their stomachs, peering at road maps with highlighters in their hands. I plop down beside Antigone, and grab a highlighter of my own, turning the map in front of hera little so that I could see it better. I look up, and, sure enough, Rupert is loitering in the hallway, presumably waiting for Charlie to come out of the bathroom. I swear, those two have an unhealthy relationship. He needs to pull his head of the sand long enough to see that she’s totally in love with him and just date her, for Christ’s sake. She finally comes out, they talk, she’s so totally blatantly flirting with him (and he’s totally oblivious as per usual), then I hear her mention something about me and Beth having sex in the bathroom.

“And what if we were?” I call out, grinning at the look on Rupert’s face.

She looks at me and grins back, the freckled skin across her nose crinkling. “Well, I think that Andy and Rupert might want to watch.”

“In their dreams!” I scoff, then look back down, drawing one of the maps closer towards me, pretending to ignore them, but still shooting them glances out of the corner of my eye. I can’t help it. I just like to set up my friends. I hate it when they don’t have a significant other, and are always complaining about someone (i.e. Rupert). I’m the matchmaker. It doesn’t really bother me that I’m single, but my friends cannot be.

He finally goes off with his girlfriend, and Sam comes over to join us, trying oh-so-hard not to watch him leave. I smile a little to myself, then try to distract them by asking questions. “So, where exactly are we going?” It works. As usual.

We need to set up a proper rotation. Otherwise things will be too confusing. :huh: And we need to color-code our posts so that if someone forgets to post their banner at the beginning, we can still tell who's posting without having to de-code their screen name, just in case we forget who's sn is what char.

Cris: BLUE
Me (Fiona): GREEN
Sam: GRAY
Licia: PURPLE
Pat: RED

I bagseth the red font lol.

:heartbeat: Pat

hahahaah dude! that took me a second. When I read "bagseth" I forgot English completely and thought I couldn't read anything else! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA niiiiice ;)

ahahahaha. It's understandable! I can't wait to start posting. *dances*

I have an avi like you too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm special!

:heartbeat: Pat

Hehehehe you do...*bites lip*...but I think mine is better...*winks* hehehehehehe Phantom Sexiness....

Right-o. *goes to edit list* ^_^

Haha, niiiice so far, gals. Beth is so special, she's been in both chapters so far. :shine: Fiona, I absolutely loved your chapter! I mean, I laughed hysterically at the first part from when you posted it in the author's call, but man, the rest was great. I love how you've developed Beth and Diana's relationship (tall and short, can hold drinks and can't, needlephobic and pierced up, preppy and punk-ish). Oh, and that story of her and Beth going to the piercing place is incredibly believable (mostly because I would have done that, lol). Overall fantastic job, m'dear.

Heyy, I've got one too...*whistles innocently* They're pretty cool, aren't they? lol Anyone who wants one ask me. Mwahaha...oops, forgot to strike that out, haha.

But I believe you are both mistaken...for you see, I have the best one. :yes: *huggles Mr. Tumnus James McAvoy*

Oh oh, I guess I'll have some form of purple, then.

Pffft, heck no Licia. DANCY IS THE SEX. You know...Gerry looks cross eyed in the PTPONR scene...it's amusing!

:heartbeat: Pat

Hehe. Methinks we should beta each other before posting... thats just the one though! :hug:

Ahahahaha!!! :lol: I can't believe you put that in there, but its soooo true! OMG. I swear, its genetic! My mom has it, and her brother and his son. Its a Trube thing. :meh:

That was really good, hun. Okay I'm next? Eep. :eek: Oh boy. I'll get right on that... :unsure:

Make me orange (omgihateyouyoutookgreen! grr).

And guys!!!

When you get the chance, definitely go see "V for Vendetta"!!! Fucking amazing!

Right then, I'll finish up the chart.

PS: Am I the only one of us who doesn't have the "Caution: [insetnationalityhere]" icon? Honestly. :wub:

And what do you mean, young lady? Are you saying that you do dress like you're from the OC, or that you don't dress like you're from the OC? You need to be more specific, love. :love:

I'm gonna cry because you saw V before me Sam. *cries*

She's my Natalie you can't have her! lol.

:heartbeat: Pat

Yes.

:laugh: Hehehehe just kidding... ;)

Nice start lovelies :yay:

Tchao!

1) You put Sam instead of Charlotte.

2) I do NOT dress like the OC, thank you very much. I just don't dress like Di, either. Its called cheap-and-casual-(and-modest) ;)

Lol, you're just in the midst of people who all know me (I created these monsters beauties) or have found out about it and asked me for one...*gets out pen and paper* Sooo...who do you want? lol Odds are I've probably made one for the guy of your choice. ;-)

I mean *clears throat* yeah, we're talking about the story... :lalala:

Pfft! Yea right *sniggers*

(Isn't snigger a fun word? :lol: Ha!)

*gazes at your Mr.-Pretty-Blue-Eyes avatar* Le sigh...

*gives another dreamy look at her avatar* Mmmph *passes out from the cute*

... :laugh: Tchao! *runs out of thread before being accused of spamming*

Mooooore?? ;)

AAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

*bangs head into wall* :wacko:

And I went through that STUPID thing like five times looking for typos. Damn it. :doh: :tard
Thanks for pointing that out, hon. :love:

Haha, I'll have to get back to you about that. :lol:

P.S. We are so talking about the story here. So totally talking about the story. This is so not spam. :yes: ;-)

Right, so executive decision here (because I'm so totally an executive *cough cough*) the ^above^ list/chart thing will be the rotation, because that way it's just plain easier. Yeah. -_-

ATTENTION!
Please re-read the ending of my chapter, I have changed it a little to fit more with Sam's because hers was (is) just that good.


^Fixed chart!^ Sorry Pat!

:blush: Thanks, Feebs. :hug:

And now, my "beautiful" chapter! Yay!! (I don't think I've ever written such a long chapter *breathes*)

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A few hours after graduation, I found myself meandering through Nychole’s house, trying to weave through the mass of bodies inhabiting it. I’d never seen more than half of these people in my life. A good number of those I did recognize I never would have imagined seeing at the graduation party I attended. Didn’t they have their own friends with parties where they could dry-hump their own friends? Good grief.

So, inevitably, we all found ourselves mingling outside, in the temperate night of ‘wonderful’ southern California. Speaking of which, I cannot wait to leave this place in the dust! All this sun and everything, blech. It makes me sick.

With every passing minute, I got more anxious about the huge amount of people in Nych’s house. You see, I have this problem with my bladder. Its about the size of a peanut. Really, you should hear my friends complain about me. They think they have it bad! Seriously. They should try having to piss every hour or so. Oh, how much fun this road trip is going to be! Anyways, my anxiety was due to the fact that there would definitely be a long line for all three bathrooms in the house, and there’s no way in hell I was going to pull a wild-girl and piss on a bush.

So I just stood there, chatting animatedly with everyone, trying to not think about anything running-water-related. I hate the psychology of our bodies: if I think about it, it’ll get worse. And of course, me being the intelligent being that I am, I was drinking whatever I could find. I can’t stand the feeling of a dry throat, of being thirst. This could possibly be one of the keys to my bladder issue.

Maybe an hour later, I was about to make a break for the bathroom. Di, dear, beautiful Di, had cleared the house with her rape whistle and threats of the po-pos (Yes, I do realize how ridiculous that sounds, but hey. Welcome to California!). God bless that girl with lots and lots of piercings and tattoos. Like I said before I was rudely interrupted by those odd thoughts. This could be the effects of my compulsive drinking, and there were those delicious wine coolers.

I was trying to make it to the bathroom before I exploded when I felt a tap on my shoulder before finding my feet no longer on the floor.

”No! No, Rupert Alexander Grint! Put me down!” I shrieked, convulsing as he hesitantly returned me to the ground, and I sprinted down the hall to the bathroom. And it was locked! Shit. But, I could hear giggles and the voices of Di and another of our friends, Beth. They were in there having the time of their lives, while I was about to die from bladder explosion!

“Are you guys having sex in there or what?” I asked, receiving even more giggles in response along with a retort along the lines of “And what if we were?” Thankfully, they got out and I jumped in. I had never felt so good in my whole life. Good thing I’m still a virgin, or that might be pathetic. Some think its pathetic anyway, but nobody has to know.

As I was washing my hands, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My freckles, as per usual, stand out against my pale skin and next to my flaming red, some say orange, hair. Its still in the style I had it in for graduation – a wispy bun – just a little looser than it was that many hours ago. I don’t usually wear much make-up. Today wasn’t much more: mascara and eyeliner to accent my green eyes, lip-gloss and bit of blush. It isn’t every day a girl graduates from high school. I quickly made a check of my clothes. I was wearing my favorite pair of jeans with a short white sundress over it. Of course, my black Chucks were present.

A knock on the bathroom door knocked me out of my reverie. I made my way down the hall at my own pace. Not at my bladder’s, thank you very much. I found Rupe, the guy who likes to make me fly, and who also happens to be my best friend.

“Hey. Sorry, I had an emergency,” I said shyly, avoiding his eyes. There’s another problem of mine. “I didn’t think you’d appreciate my peeing all over you.”

Chuckling, he drew me into a hug, the side of my face pressing into his neck, “Thanks for the thought, Char.”

I squeezed him tighter, “We made it, Rupe!”

"Damn straight, Charlie! You promise you won't forget me when you go off to your university after that road trip?"

"Blasphemy, I tell you! How could I forget someone as silly as you?" I replied, making him chuckle.

”You look nice today, Red.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” I never understood why he called me Red, when he himself had the exact same hair.

I was about to come up with an amazing line to make him keel over with laughter when Antigone looked over and said, “What is this I hear about an orgy in the bathroom?” at which Rupe’s eyebrows popped up.

“Beth and Di were in the bathroom and I asked if they were having sex or what.”

“And what if we were?” Di called out to us.

I laughed, and I’m sure my nose crinkled, as Di says is ‘oh so cute’, “Well, I think that Andy and Rupert might want to watch.”

“In their dreams!” said Diana, making Rupe cough.

He gazed around the room and finally zeroed in on his girlfriend, “Okay, I’ll see you, kid.” He lent down to kiss my forehead.

"Bye."

I sighed as I watched him walk over to where she was waiting. My name is Charlotte Rose Cooke and I'm in love with my best friend.

I walked over to the couch where Beth, Antigone, Diana and Nychole were poring over a giant map of the US with a couple of multi-colored highlighters.

We got comfortable, and Di asked, “So, exactly where are we going?”

Antigone automatically piped up, “Graceland! Graceland. Graceland.”

“Yes, you will meet Elvis.” Beth patted her on the shoulder, “We have to go to Seattle. I need to see the original Starbucks!”

Nychole drew a jagged circle around Seattle, “Where’s Graceland?”

“Memphis.” It was Antigone’s automatic reflex. We could expect much Elvis requests from her and much Beatles from Di for the radio.

She drew a jagged circle around Memphis, “I want Disneyworld. May as well have been to both Disney parks, right?” She drew another circle around Orlando.

I piped in, “New York City is a must! God, Times Square. And –“

“The Naked Cowboy,” said Beth.

“And the Ferris wheel in Toys R’ Us,” said Antigone.

“And Coney Island,” said Nych.

Okay, so I may be in love with a city, but it is in no way an unhealthy obsession.

“You mean to tell me nobody’s thought of Sin City yet?” Di scoffed, “What is wrong with you people? It must be the clothes.” This set all of us off into a fit of much-needed giggles.

Di grinned, “This summer is gonna be bangin’!”

Yeah right. :lol: Hehehehe...it's only funny because it's true! ^_^

Oh, and no problem, lover face. :hug:

:heartbeat:
-Feebs

EEK! I :wub: it ladies! You guys rock! Oh! Fi...Pat wanted to go after Sam...if that's alright with everyone.

Heheheheehehe.....:D Great stuff guys! I'm sooooooooooo excited!

Alright, no prob. I'll just switch the chart around. Sorry Pat. :blush:


DISNEYWORLD!!!! Yay for Space Mountain. :getdown:

Allo all, lovely chapter Sammi ^_^

Awww, poor thing! *hugs* :hug: Perhaps he'll realizes how much he loves her and misses her while she's gone eh? eh? Ooooorrr she could always run into an incredibly handsome stranger along the way, meh hehehe...

Di certainly has some interesting diction, or whatever the correct wording is, hehe...

Right then, cute chapter- Tchao! :bye:

Of course, we always talk about the story here... :lalala:

Amazing chapter, Sammi! All you girls have such fantastic writing skills. I better get my butt in gear about writing so you guys won't be waiting on me, hehe. I loved the detail put into your chapter (and it was a lovely length!) and the interactions with everyone. Rupert Grint is adorable, by the way, oh Ron Weasley. haha.

I loved this last part! That's so funny that they all know what Charlotte was going to say. And did Di seriously say "bangin'"? :laugh:

They should totally run around the Haunted Mansion ride at Disneyworld...Jewelz and I were talking about it this morning, hehe.

But of course! ;-)

Yes, Diana did just say "bangin"! :tehee: This is fun. Hahaha. :lol:

Okay, now Pat needs to hurry up and post, so that Licia can post, and then Jewelz can read it. Because it's only us five and her reading so far. ^_^ Oh well. And, just as a suggestion, can some of us move on from the party scene? I think it's pretty well covered by now. You know, just a thought. :unsure: I think that four or five different POVs on one scene is pushing the limit just a tad. :blush:

:heartbeat:
-Feebs

I'm totally serious. At least, in Southern California we do. Crazy shiz.

Haha!! That would be sooo awesome!

Dude. The ghost mirrors!! *sigh* Disney rocks. Except, sorry, but I can't stand Florida. Its sooo hotttttttttttttttttttttttt. Gah. :shutup:

So, Pat should hurry up and pooost!!

That is basically awesome. Di is my new hero, lol. :superman: These new smileys are so much fun...but not as fun as this story, woo! *dances around* I'm so glad I agreed to do this, because otherwise I normally wouldn't get to interact with such awesome people (namely Sammi and Felonaz, I knew you other awesome people already, hehe). ^_^ *wipes away a tear* Ok, mushy moment over...yes yes, I agree that Pat should post, man, this story is going along quickly...I better think of something to write improve upon my chapter. :lalala: And aww, dang, I was planning on going over the party again. :lmao: Totally joking.

Yeah, I don't know anyone in the central valley who says "po pos", lol, we totally just call them "ocifers". *laughs*

I am so having them do it in my chapter if no one makes it happen beforehand, haha, we were saying how it would be funny to hide around corners and then jump out and attack people on the ride with Silly String. :sneaky:

Never been to Florida, but I'll take your word for it. *is reminded oddly of Reading Rainbow and Levar Burton when she typed that*

Yay! Being a hero is fun! Hehe, and you are sooooooooo right, these smilies are so much fun!

Yay! You think I'm cool! *does victory dance* :getdown: Hehe, okay, I need to go do my IB Hisory homework, because IB owns my soul. Ugh. -_-

Hmm. Maybe its just us in Thousand Oaks... *shrug*

Ocifers is so cool, maybe even cooler than Po-Pos. We just sound like little three year olds. :doh:

Central Valley? Damn, where is that? My brain is fried.

Aw, man! This story is going to be soooo much fun! And I get to chill with you and Cris (and Jewels! Sweet!), oh and Patsy and Feebs too. :hug:

And its going so fast! *bites fingernails* I hope I can keep it up that long.. :meh:

:lmao: That "Pharaoh Pharaoh" smiley cracks me up...but this one is just about at the same level of awesome: pulpfiction

Your excitement is contagious, I'm all jazzed now...hmm...good time to write...aww, I'm sorry you have IB. I had AP classes in high school (for some reason there's this West Side Story type rivalry between IB and AP, what's with that?) and AP owned my soul then, too. But know that you can be free! :lol:

Haha, yeah, ocifers comes from the joke "I Gods to swear, ocifer! There's no blood in my alcohol!" lol.

The gaping black hole between Sacramento and Fresno, lol. We live in Modesto if that rings a bell. It's between Stockton and Merced. :yes:

I know! *has a party* It's going to be a blast.

Me too, I'm not the fastest updater in the world...*hides with you* lol

Jeez people- I leave to write two lousy little application essays and suddenly POOF!!: everyone posts :laugh:

Sounds about right, *laughs* It's also known for being the most unhealthy city in... the state? nation? Eh? Basically it's because nobody here can run a mile in under 10 minutes (I can! Bwah hahaha...*blink*). We're also a great place for meth and stealing cars apparently *shakes head* And Jensen's character on Supernatural mentioned Modesto.

Oh! And George Lucas is from Modesto- Yay!! *hugs her Star Wars DVDs* I mean... *quickly puts them away and sits down to wait for more story*

Tchao!

Haha...IB History? Of course I'm doing my IB History! ^_^ And you are so right about the WSS-esque rivalrly between IB and AP, we only offer AP Statistics here, everything else is IB, but practically all the other schools in our district only offer AP, and we all want to kill each other. Don't know why... :huh:

You know, I don't even know why I'm taking IB. I mean, as soon as I graduate college (with a general music degree, possibly focusing on vocal performance), I'm apprenticing at a tattoo parlor, and I'm gonna do piercings for a living. So, really, IB isn't actually going to be much help in that department. And the workload is killer. :hospital:

Hah. [whine]Pat, come and post![/whine] I wanna read the rest of the story! :lol: Then, I can start writing again, and then I won't do any of my homework. Speaking of which, does anyone know the significance behind the rituals of courship in the book Chronicle of a Death Foretold by Gabriel Garcia Marquez? I need to talk about that tomorrow first period, and I can't find ANYTHING on it. Grrrrrrr *shakes fist at stupid IB English books*

Oh well. :shine:

:heartbeat:
-Feebs

Ladis I feel the need to be what is quite possibly the billionth person to say this, but I'm going to reiterate it anyway, "You girls are all so amazingly talented and I love the way you write!!'. You've managed to capture so much detail adn emotion! I absouletly adore it. I can't wait for the next chapter, not to mention all the ones which will come after it.
Keep up the fantabulous work.

Chloexxx

Yay!!! Chloe!!!

I'm so happy you're here! :hug: Hehe. Now we have two readers. Woot.

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So, we're waiting for Pat, right? Yes. Okay. *waits*

Hahaha! Yay! That's my quota filled for the day! :lol: I love having more than one reader (Sam, Licia, Pat, and Cris don't count)!

*shakes fist at non-existant Pat* Hurry up, silly! <_< *joins Sam in her waiting-for-Pat party*

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-Feebus