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Post by Dream Of Rose Petals on Jan 21, 2012 19:05:59 GMT -5
((I decided to write a drabble, with exactly 100 words. It's about how Sophie is feeling in the current chapter of my fanfic.))
Their stares, cold as ice. I long for the days, playing Grottos & Gremlins. With their scorn & hate, they will never understand my emotional pain.
I long for the days of Rosewood, Sir Melvino, you were my knight. Princess Sophianna was my alias.
The tears burn down my cheeks, as I hate myself just that little bit more. How I long to close the door on my heart, to never feel that pain again.
I crave to cast away my cheerleader mask, like the dice in a game of Grottos & Gremlins. Save me, good sir, I'm lost with an endless war.
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cheshacatt
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Post by cheshacatt on Oct 27, 2013 17:41:57 GMT -5
((Ok guys quick lil drabble here featuring my new oc! Yeah I have a problem what of it.))
“Ugh, no way. I wouldn't even think about it,” Priscilla practically spat, all the while sharpening Lola's nails to a perfect point. “I mean a rich kid? Really, Lola?”
Lola giggled. “Oh sweetie, I can't believe you're even asking me this!” She wriggled her shoulders, earning her a stern look from Pris for throwing off the manicure. “Preppy boys will do anything for you if you just bat your eyelashes and do some sweet talk. They love it!” Swishing her hair and putting on a practiced expression of doe-eyed sultriness, she pouted. “Oh Chad baby, I just need a little dough for some new clothes! I promise you I'll show you what I'll buy...” Lola fake winked at Priscilla, who just tutted as she reached for the red nail polish. In desperation, the Jamaican girl turned to face Josie, who was hanging as far as she possibly could out of the window to catch a few lungfuls of smoke. “Jo, help me out here.”
Clumsily working her way back inside but still dangling the cigarette outside, Josie shrugged. “Gotta hand it to her, Pris. A sucker's a sucker and money's money, no matter how you get it.” She gave Lola a bashful grin, who raised a waxed eyebrow at Pris. “See?”
Priscilla could only shake her head as she layered coats of cherry-coloured goop on to Lola's fingernails. “Fraternising with the enemy's what they call that, Lola, and you are gonna get in some huge trouble.”
“We're always in huge trouble, Pris,” said the short girl before sticking her head back outside to take another drag on her cigarette.
((Short and didn't really go anywhere I just love greaser gal pals ;; ))
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