|
|
Post by Quinton on Dec 9, 2011 17:53:32 GMT -5
A 16 year old girl walked into the cabing looked around and found an empty bunk she climbed to the top sat down and took out her stuff "WOw this is nice" she said taking out her clothes. She looked around put her multi colored zebra print bed sheets on the bed. She lay down and looked at the ceiling
|
|
|
|
Post by Analeesia on Dec 9, 2011 17:58:21 GMT -5
Analeesia walked in, obviously bored. The girl was on her bunk. She walked over to the bed and glared at the girl. "And who exactly are you? And, What the heck are you doing on my bed?" Her gaze penetrated the girl, and Analeesia got to see te girl's thoughts. She couldn't exactly read them though. Huh. Weird. She squinted at the girl, wanting her to know that she was not afraid to hurt her. "Off." She then said with an angelic tone, "Pleeease?" Powers to control the mind. Oh yeeah.
|
|
|
|
Post by Quinton on Dec 9, 2011 18:00:34 GMT -5
She saw the girl "This isnt ur bed" she pointed to the bed next to her. "And i m Quinton and what are u?" she said looking at the girl, She looked into the girls eyes and threw her to the ground
|
|
|
|
Post by Analeesia on Dec 9, 2011 19:44:17 GMT -5
"Okay. You are either blind or a friken spoiled brat, who gets whatever she wants. I don't like either." She pointed to the carving on the bed Quinton was sitting on. 'Analeesia' was carved into it. "Now," Analeesia brought herself up from the floor, "You dead." The girl then fell off of the top bunk, landing hard on the ground. "Thanks." Analeesia then got onto her own bed and sat down, with her legs crossed.
|
|
|
|
Post by Quinton on Dec 9, 2011 19:50:10 GMT -5
"ur the frken brat u *****" she said look at the girl. SHe got up went to the bed next to hers. "Are u frken happy brat!" she looked at the girl in disscused. "Ur calling me the brat? Ur the one u made me fall off the friken bed, u brat" she said still looking at her.
|
|
|
|
Post by Analeesia on Dec 10, 2011 10:58:50 GMT -5
"Just saying brat doesn't make you cool. And, hey, brat? Your the one who made me fall over, for NO APPARENT REASON!" Ana laid back onto the bed and sighed. She liked the girl's boldness, but she didn't like people to disagree with her.
(Hey, I really am not truly mean, Sorry, But I have this thing.. You spelt disgust wrong. Discussed is as if you talked about something. Just throwing that out there.)
|
|
|
|
Post by Quinton on Dec 10, 2011 11:39:59 GMT -5
"At least I'm not the loser" she layer down on her and sighed (I know that) she hated people calling her a brat, people called her that all the.time and she hated it
|
|
|
|
Post by Quinton on Dec 10, 2011 11:40:51 GMT -5
(I'm on an ipad so its hard)
|
|
|
|
Post by Analeesia on Dec 10, 2011 11:48:17 GMT -5
Analeesia had looked into the girl's thoughts at that precise moment. I hate being called a brat. So many people call me that. Enough is Enough Woah. The girls thoughts were actually kind of nicer than her words. But enough about that. "YOUR the one saying that when you and me both know perfectly well that You are the loser, not me. We both know it. Admitting it would be easier." She sighed. "And, while your admitting that I am amazing, try and smile."
|
|
|
|
Post by Quinton on Dec 10, 2011 11:57:05 GMT -5
"Can u just shut ur little ftiken mouth for one little second" she sitting up. She thought foe a second
|
|
