pieces, pieces, pieces of me ;; open.

[scout elise cohen]

Scout walked through the halls, sighing. Stupid school. Sure, she loved singing, but it was Thursday and she was exhausted. Aside from one's department, you had to take other subjects too - and calculus was definitely pissing her off. It was so freaking stupid - she planned to sing when she graduated, not do math. What was the point? She sighed and ran a hand through her red hair, which was naturally that color. She dyed it often though - her last color had been brown. She'd tried blonde for awhile, but it hadn't worked. Her friends had convinced her to go back to her natural hair color. And she was glad she had - it made her feel more like herself.

Her thoughts drifted as she walked down the hall to her least favorite subject, wishing she could skip. But her math teacher had seen her in the hallways already - she couldn't pretend to be sick. Scout rolled her eyes and glanced down at her thick textbook, rolling her sleeve down to hide the skin underneath it. A few weeks ago, she had begun to cut herself because of her mom's death. The depression was overwhelming - especially because she hid it by being her usual bubbly, energetic self. But really she was broken inside, broken into a million pieces. And she needed someone to help piece her back together like a jigsaw puzzle.

Her father couldn't help - he was all the way in Alabama. And he was suffering too, and because he was like Scout he hid his pain. But he did that by becoming more and more strict, more and more unforgiving. Scout seldom went home for the holidays because she couldn't deal with the atmosphere around the house that seemed so empty without her mother. Her beautiful, klutzy, fun-loving mother. She sighed and stopped in her tracks. Who cares? No one will miss me in Calc. Turning around, Scout walked quickly outside into the sun, finding a huge oak tree to sit under. If anyone saw her, she would tell them it was her free period.

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status: done. but bad.
notes: ehh. anyone know where to find icons of ashlee simpson with red hair?
outfit: too lazy.

[lilivaye eloise lacroix]

Lilivaye Eloise Lacroix.
When I saw the break of day
I wished that I could fly away
Instead of kneeling in the sand
Catching teardrops in my hand.
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Lilivaye reached a hand up and removed the yellow headband from her hair. Today, her hair was perfectly wavy and showed signs of curls and rested comfortably just below her shoulders. She ran her hand through her hair and then placed her headband back on in the perfect position. She did this all while roaming the halls of Darmon Academy. It wasn't an odd sight, actually, it happened quite often. You see, Lilivaye was one of the school's best bets to graduate as the smartest girl or with great marks after her fifth year. And because she wanted to become a worldwide fashion designer, the school wanted to do anything to help her fulfill her goal so the school would be recognized if her dream came true.

status,, not done.
words,, xxx
outfit,, click
notes,, it’s coming…

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