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Post by Mikayla Eponine Carter on Jun 29, 2009 13:07:31 GMT -8
✄ --- STUCK IN THIS WHIRLWIND --- [/font][/color] MY LIFE'S BEEN SPINNING ROUND MY HEAD[/center]
"Hey, Kay! I'm gonna go, see you at practice tomorrow morning."
One of Mikayla's soccer team mate shouted out across the girls' changing room. "Alright, bye!" She shouted back, slamming the locker door shut. She grabbed her gym bag that was stuffed with dirty clothes, and walked out herself. It was a good practice today. A little too sunny, but overall, she had liked it. She's always liked practices. But then again, she's pretty weird. She slung the bag over her shoulder, taking her time to walk along the sidelines of the gym. She yawned, one of her hands covering her o-shaped mouth.
"Get some sleep Carter."
Her coach said, slightly glaring at her with a hint of playful smile. "Yes sir!" She saluted to him, a grin of her own on her face, "Will do. See ya tomorrow" She added, chuckling softly at him. He nodded as she made her way out the door. She walked down the hallways, and sighed. Today was going to be a long day. She took a glance at the school look. Still way early, so she decided to go for a coffee run. Turning the corner, she stepped outside into the bright sun again. Squinting, she made her way to the parking lot. She took out her cell phone and texted her older brother, just in case he had wanted coffee as well.
Mikayla slipped into her convertible buggy- the one her father had bought her for her sixteenth birthday- and threw her bag in the next seat. She would've asked for a mercedes benz convertible, but then people would know she's rich. And she really didn't want people to know because she hated it when people took advantage of her for that. It happened once in elementary school in Vancouver, and then another time at Middle School. She hated those fake friends of hers. That was why Keven and her stole money in the first place. They didn't want their parents to pay for tuition. If they did, people would eventually find out, and God knows what these people will do.
She started the engine and drove away, humming along to the radio. She stopped at the light just as her cell phone vibrated in her pocket. 'No thanks, already got mine. Thanks for asking, though.' Her brother texted back. She shrugged, and texted Brad.'Hey, going for a coffee run. Want one? Or would you rather meet up?' She sent the message, and threw her phone in the cup holder.
She parked the car, swiftly grabbed her wallet and cell, and got of the car. She locked the door, and pulled on the door, just in case it didn't lock. Upon entering, a rush of air condition blew against her skin. She closed her eyes, enjoying the breeze for a second before opening her eyes again. She walked up to the cashier and smiled. "A double chocolate chip frappuccino please" She ordered. She'd order Brad's later, when he texts back. She thanked the server, grabbed her drink, and sat down at one of those comfortable sofas as she took a sip. "Ah. Much better."
( outfit ) i'll post it in the next post ( tagged ) bradley ( words ) five three five ( lyrics ) coming home by new found glory ( notes ) yay. finished. now i'm going to go get my food xP ( credits ) xxmizzbry of caution!2.0
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Post by Bradley Mitchell Coleman on Jun 29, 2009 14:03:17 GMT -8
Where did you come from ladyAnd oh won't you take me there-------------------- Bradley slowed down and came to a halt after running on the beach for a little over a hour. It was still early, and he didn't have much else to do for the day. So he headed towards his medium-sized house on the beach, it was nice, he had to admit, and he enjoyed living out where most of the other students just came to visit. Not many of them knew where he lived, and he liked that way. When he reached his house he opened the door and walked inside. He was sweaty, especially since it was warm outside, so he decided a shower wouldn't be too bad of an idea.
Bradley climbed out of the shower nearly five minutes after jumping, changing quickly into something more comfortable. Standing in his room he heard a vibration nearby, and turned towards the side-table next to his bed, walking over to it to pick up his cell phone. It was a text from Mikayla, and he smiled the slightest bit before grabbing his keys and shoving his wallet into his back pocket.
Bradley headed out of his house, closing and locking the front door behind him before walking to the parking lot not too far away, sliding into his navy blue Mustang GT, white pinstripes lining down the middle of the car. He text Mikayla in return with one hand as the other turned the key into the ignition, "Could you please get me a Frap of some sort, I'll be there in a couple minutes." He sent the text, dropped his phone onto the passenger seat, and drove out of the parking lot, making his way towards Starbuck's.
When he arrived at his destination too long after leaving, he pulled into a parking spot and climbed out of his car. Because it was still early he figured that not many people would be in the popular coffee shop, and he was correct. As soon as he stepped into the Starbuck's he glanced around, looking for the familiar face he had been texting.-------------------- Outfit - jeans, white polo, white nike's Tagged - Mikayla Lyrics - P.Y.T. by Michael Jackson Notes - this took way too long
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Post by Mikayla Eponine Carter on Jun 29, 2009 15:03:33 GMT -8
✄ --- STUCK IN THIS WHIRLWIND --- [/font][/color] MY LIFE'S BEEN SPINNING ROUND MY HEAD[/center]
Just as the cool frappuccino slid down her throat, Mikayla's cell vibrated again. Sighing, she placed her cup on the small wooden table in front of her, and searched her bag for her cell phone. Pulling out in victory, she slid the screen up to see the message. "Could you please get me a Frap of some sort, I'll be there in a couple minutes." She sighed again, reading the message. It meant she had to get up. Oh well at least there was no line. She pushed herself off the couch and made her way to the cashier once again. "Hi, can I get another double choclate frap? Thanks." She slid the girl another bill and waited for the change. She grabbed the coins and stuffed it in her wallet. She grabbed the prepared drink and went back to her comfortable couch. She placed the frap next to hers as she dumped her wallet into her silver Coach bag.
Good thing Brad was a really good friend of hers or else she'd let the person get to Starbucks and buy their own. And Brad was most likely the only one in the entire Academy that knows that she's rich. It also helps that he's her neighbor. They were only a few houses apart. Her brother and her had gotten this house when he was seventeen, and she was eleven. Her brother had a huge fight with the 'rents about how he didn't get his privacy, so he wanted his own house. In the end, Kevin won, and got a new house at Long Beach. But then Mikayla missed him, and felt like she was suffocating in her parents' house, so she would sneak over to her brother's house. So during her freshman year at the academy, she had a dorm, a house at Long Beach, and another at Bel Air. But then junior year, she ditched the dorm, packed her things from her parents' house in Bel Air, and moved to Kevin's house in Long Beach permanently.
And even though her parents give them both allowances separately- they have double allowance- it still wasn't enough to continue her education at the academy. So sometimes, she would go to her parents house, take some stuff and sell them. She feels bad about it, but if they're bad parents and buy so much crap that they don't even know that it's missing, it's their own fault. Plus, her mother doesn't even use half the jewelery she buys, so there was no point in keeping it in the house and let it waste. And her dad, well, her dad has nothing valuable that she could sell, but he does leave a lot of cash around the house.
Mikayla sighed. One day, when she gets rich, she'll return the money. She swears. Kevin is paying them back too, they just don't know it. And maybe one day, just maybe, she'll tell her parents about it. But by that time, they're probably divorced already. They're still fighting. Since the time she saw them cheating on each other. And she was only eleven at that time. They've been fighting for six years. She was surprised they haven't killed each other yet. She had dropped hints about a divorce quite a few times, but they never get it. It didn't matter anyway. It wasn't her problem to deal with. She's just glad that she's out of that house.
She shook her head and sighed once again, taking her drink from table. She took a long, refreshing sip and placed it back on the table. She glanced over at the door, checking to see if Brad was here yet. She smiled when she saw a familiar figure. She gave him a little wave, then took his drink in her hand and gave it a little shake side to side. She put it down, and waited for him to make his way over to her.
( outfit ) soccer practice outfit casual ( tagged ) bradley ( words ) -shrugs- ( lyrics ) coming home by new found glory ( notes ) blehk. this is a bunch of bs in a post =P ( credits ) xxmizzbry of caution!2.0
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Post by Bradley Mitchell Coleman on Jul 2, 2009 10:39:13 GMT -8
Where did you come from ladyAnd oh won't you take me there-------------------- When Bradley saw Mikayla he gave her a wave back and headed over to her table, sitting at the chair across from her. "Thank you very much," he said as he reached across the table to grab the cold frap, he brought it towards himself with one hand and took a short drink out of it as his other hand reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Bradley slipped a ten out of his black leather wallet and put it on the table in front Mikayla before replacing the wallet back into his jeans pocket. "That's for the drinks," he said with a light, polite smile before taking another drink of his frappuccino. The refreshingly cold taste of his drink was the perfect thing for the warm day they were having. He looked up at Mikayla and smiled coyly, "How's it going?" he asked as his eyes lingered on her, waiting for her reply. She was still in her practice stuff, so he assumed she must have just finished soccer practice. The look most definitely worked for her, he thought, but he let that thought fade away as he took another sip of his drink.-------------------- Outfit - jeans, white polo, white nike's Tagged - Mikayla Lyrics - P.Y.T. by Michael Jackson Notes - wow, really frickin slow is my average pace, and way too short, my apologies
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