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Post by brooklyn raleigh on Oct 12, 2008 15:47:40 GMT -5
Brooklyn was on the garden. Other wise known as the front lawn. Her parents were right beside her; well, her dad was. Her mom was squeezing her tightly.
"Ohhhh, honey. I'm gonna miss you!" Mrs. Raleigh held onto to Brooklyn's shoulder's and smiled at her.
Brooklyn hugged her dad and said,"Bye, dad. And don't worry, I will remember to write!"
"Alright, sugar. Your mom and I are gonna get going, we'll see you later," Her dad said, pecking her on the head.
"Bye!" Brooklyn waved. Her mom and dad smiled back at her, before disappearing into the distance.
Brooklyn turned back to examine the activity in the garden. This was going to be the start of a whole new year.
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Post by calagaria pininni on Oct 12, 2008 16:05:36 GMT -5
Calagaria stumbled into 'The Garden' where the students met before school every day. To the right, there was a huge, elegant building with a vine traveling up the side. Her mother had described this as the Student building, a.k.a. her jail cell for the rest of the year. It didn't really look as indimidating in real life as it did on the school website, and that was a good thing.
Cali admired the middle building, also called the commons, where they would eat their meals. It looked almost like a cut-out of a monument from Washington D.C. It reminded her of Italy, too. Calagaria sat down on one of the benches to rest her shoulder. Who knew lugging bags around could be such a workout?
Calagaria had her vintage Marilyn Monroe bag on the bench beside her, and her travel bag on her shoulder. Her Louis Vuitton bag was on the ground, and she had her legs crossed as she admired the campus.
Cali spotted a girl just left by her parents. Well, at least she had parents that saw her off. Calagaria's parents made her drive two hours to get here. Calagaria smiled and waved at the girl, wondering if she might come over to talk.
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Post by brooklyn raleigh on Oct 12, 2008 16:33:03 GMT -5
Brooklyn ran her hand through a soft, low pigtail braid and turned to see another girl. Deciding to introduce herself, she said,"Hey, I'm Brooklyn," to her. She didn't want to be rude and not say anything, either.
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Post by calagaria pininni on Oct 12, 2008 18:43:42 GMT -5
"Hello, I'm Calagaria, but you can call me Cali." She said. She could tell the two would be good friends, so she wasn't worried about keeping safe, like she had to do with others. Calagaria smiled. "What dorm were you assigned to?" Cali asked. She needed to know her roommates.
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Post by ``erica mccoy on Oct 14, 2008 15:20:01 GMT -5
E R I C A. Erica Rachelle McCoy waited in the white strech limo. She was nervous for school to start then again she was always nervous for school to start. Erica's driver opened the door for her and she stepped out of the limo. She looked at Vilanova Academy. It looked just the same as she had seen before. Erica smiled at her driver. "Thank you Peter."She said to him. "Anyday Miss. Erica. Enjoy school."Peter said to her. Erica sometimes hated her name. She liked it when people called her "ERM". Those were her initials and it sounded much cooler than "Erica". Erica shrugged and carried her Louis Vuitton bag with her. The movers had already broughten all of Ericas things to the dorm and settled her in. That was one good thing about being rich. Then there was the thing where your father was never around. That sucked. Eria lived a normal life until she was around seven or so. She was upper middle class and things were smooth. Then her father created YouTube. Then the McCoys were billionares. Sure ERM enjoyed all the things she got, but she hated her father never being home and her mother too. Erica shrugged it off and proceeded toward the school.
Erica noticed too girls who looked her age chatting. They must already know each other. Erica said in her head. She blinked a few times in a row on purpose. Erica decided to go introduce herself. She would need friends anyway. Erica smiled at the girls. They were both gorgeous next to Erica. Erica showed her dazzling smile. "Hey! I'm Erica. Or...Erm..Or E. "Erica said. When she was nervous she talked a lot.
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Post by calagaria pininni on Oct 16, 2008 16:41:29 GMT -5
"Hey... Erm." Calagaria said, and then laughed. She loved that name. "That's the coolest name ever. Mine's Calagaria." She said, smiling. "What dorms were you guys assigned to?" Calagaria said, picking at her pinky nail.
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Post by francesca elle marlin♥ on Oct 16, 2008 20:38:50 GMT -5
Francesca got out of the Range Rover, practically a limo. As soon as she took her first step, Chad, the driver, was already pulling the various suitcases onto the sidewalk. Francesca smiled. Although she missed Manhattan, California looked pretty nice. Everybody had good tans, bleached smiles, and nice hair. Typical, she thought.
Francesca noticed a group of girls huddled by a tall tree in the corner. They looked like they were having a goo time, chatting with each other, plus hey all were wearing cute outfits. Francesca looked down at hers. She was wearing a green piper dress from Ella Moss; silver Christian Louboutin sandals; and a matching silver charm necklace from Juicy. She was also carrying a brown Louis Vuitton Speedy. Cute, but comfortable for the ride.
Francesca told the driver to bring her stuff up to dorm 110, and he could leave. Thanking him and smiling, she walked to the group of chittering girls.
"Hey, I'm Francesca" she said, flashing her row of pearls and smiling.
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Post by oliver twishan``. on Oct 17, 2008 6:31:52 GMT -5
Different students crowded around the Garden at Villanova Preporatory, they all huddled in small groups. Each was different, but not one person was left alone. Oliver Twishan scanned the entire Garden, his eyes passing through every girl, looking at them from head-to-toe. He kept staring, until the pair of chocolate eyes ended up on a group of girls. All very beautiful and hot.
Small steps, large steps. What was the difference? Oliver made his way quickly towards the girls. There was no way, he was going to let an opportunity like this pass on. Plus, it would be an excellent start to his year. Oh, Ollie was enjoying this too much.
"Hello ladies, I knew this school was supposed to be good, but I didn't know there would be girls as beautiful and gorgeous and you all." Oliver smiled his irresistable smile. Every girl he knew fell for it, and Ollie knew it. He couldn't help but flirt, it was part of life. Without it, he would be bored as hell everyday.
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Post by ``erica mccoy on Oct 17, 2008 16:07:44 GMT -5
E R I C A. Erica smiled. She actually didn't really like her name. "You like my name? I love yours! What nationality is it?"E asked Calagaria. She loved that name with a passion. Erica noticed another girl getting out of her car. She smiled when she walked over. "Hey Francesca. I'm Erica. But you can call me that, E, or Erm."Erica said to her. She loved making friends. She had been at Villanova for what? Five minutes? Erm already was in love with this place. Erica smiled a hot boy coming their way. She blushed a tad. He was gorgeous. "Oh really? I guess you didn't read the hand book.."Erica said kidding. That was one of her main personality traits. Having a good sense of humor. She smiled at the guy again. "I'm Erica."
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Post by francesca elle marlin♥ on Oct 17, 2008 16:30:59 GMT -5
"You too," she said to Erm. "Love the name Erm, by the way" she continued. It was true. Honest to god. She thought it was adorable, unique, and sweet but cool too.
Ahh. The hot boy was pretty hot. But not someone she'd date. "Oh, that's the school's trademark," she said, winking. Francesca knew how to flirt, and embraced that each and every day.
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Post by oliver twishan``. on Oct 17, 2008 16:53:22 GMT -5
The infamous handbook, pretty much everyone's survival guide. Oliver had skipped a lot of that book, but he knew his way around Villanova. His father had been schooled here, and had explained everything. The teachers, the campus and the works. "Ah, the handbook. I guess I didn't." Oliver joked along, he was loving this girl already. Humor, without even trying.
Ollie admired the girl. She was gorgeous, her slim body with curves like no other. And her face? Incredible. As she introduced herself, Oliver knew it was time to listen. He needed to know his peers. The words 'I'm Erica' danced on the girl's tongue. Erica. Oliver liked that name, it was pretty but rough. "Erica. What a pretty name? I, excuse me for not introducing myself earlier, am Oliver Twishan."
Turning to the girl that had just spoke to him after Erica, Oliver once again smiled. The school's trademark, eh? He looked around, scanning through everyone else. She was right, it did look like the school's trademark. "You might just be right about that. What is your name?"
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Post by francesca elle marlin♥ on Oct 17, 2008 18:08:47 GMT -5
"Francesca" she said, looking right at him. "I moved here like 2 weeks ago from Manhattan.. I went to a prep school, and I miss it, but Cali's pretty cool." she said, smiling.
"Are you new here?" Francesca asked, twirling at blond lock of wavy hair. She stopped herself in the middle, reminding herself that she swore off it 1 week ago.
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Post by oliver twishan``. on Oct 17, 2008 18:23:09 GMT -5
Eyes brightening, Oliver smiled. Francesca, it was also the name of his ex-girlfriend from England. They broke up, not because Oliver didn't love her, it was because he was to move to California. "What a gorgeous name? Francesca." He pronounced her name slowly, savouring every syllabal. He hadn't said that name for ages, and was hoping to become good friends with Francesca. Though, a little flirting could help, right?
"I am new, but my father went here. So, I pretty much know this school like my own home." There wasn't anything to lie about, it was all true. Sure, maybe Ollie had twisted his words a little, but it was only a little white lie. They never hurt. [/size][/font]
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Post by ``erica mccoy on Oct 17, 2008 20:34:27 GMT -5
E R I C A. Erica laughed. She loved flirting. It was one of her favorite things to do. Especially with hot boys. Yum. E needed a boyfriend and she needed one fast. Erica liked him, but she deffiantley wanted to see what else was out there, but she might take him. She pondered about it. "Well Oliver. Its a pleasure to meet you."Erica said with a smile. "Oh my dad went here too."E told him. That was the main reason her father sent her here. That and because this school was strict and he didn't want Erica getting in trouble.
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Post by oliver twishan``. on Oct 17, 2008 21:27:03 GMT -5
Oliver brushed his hair with his fingers, his dark locks sparkled in the sun. He looked at Erica, once again. He smiled and extended his hand out to her. Ollie was actually hoping for a kiss, but he knew it would've been too soon.
"Your father went here too? Maybe he and my dear father know each other." Ollie raised his eyebrow. It was hard to imagine his father as a young boy, he always seemed so old, and boring.
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