Saving the World

i_only_dream @ 2007-08-28T11:32:00

2007-08-28T15:32:58Z

all you need to know about me.

Warped Tour Rant

2007-08-08T02:32:01Z

I'd been looking forward to Warped all summer, (lolz not really) and then I go, and first of all it was like a billion degrees outside so I was like "This shit is NOT going to work,". So once we get out of the car, there are no signs set up so we're all like "Okay, where the hell is the entrance?" So we start walking and end up at this huge mob of people. After standing there for about 3 minutes, not knowing what to do, I was like "Fuck this shit, I'm gonna go sit in the shade," So I go, the others follow, and we sit. We sit for 2 hours.

OKAY so once we decide to go in, they make me throw away my water bottle, and srsly, i feel the fatigue coming on already. The sun was so hot that I literally felt my skin crawl. I was going to cry. I pulled out the umbrella again, and my friends were like "WTF! Put that shit away!" So I was like "ugh fine!"

So we walked around, met up with a couple of other people and headed to the girls garage tent to meet Jefree Star. And truthfully, I didn't really care for him all that much, but whatever keeps me out of the sun. So we sat there for what seemed like an eternity and a line started forming somewhere, but we didn't realize it. So fast forward to about an hour later, I buy some french fries, offer them to everybody, meet a new girl named Nicole, and get a picture with the (wo)man himself. He was sweet, really he's cute. Not at all intimidating, only I think Jimmy pissed himself.

Nothing else really, got pictures with all the sc33nQu33ns, which was kinda pointless, because it's like, WTF they aren't really famous. But they were nice, so it's all good. (even Audrey) hmm... she signed my wallet, I was a little apprehensive about that, but she was too sweet.
Hannah Beth seemed a little pissed, but I managed to track her down and get a pic with her too. She was like "Yeah, yeah, but make it quick, I have somewhere to go," I was like yeah sure totally. She said "bye sweetie" and rubbed my back.

I got pictures with all of them, and as cliche as it seems, my life was complete for the moment.

Saw Paramore, they were awesome.
Saw Hailey and the rest of the band a couple of times throughout the day, I actually screamed Amanda in her face once. It was by accident! I was trying to get my friends attention. But she smiled, I guess it was all good. Cute girl.

Spent some time in the Trojan tent, told people there were no more condoms (not that some of them would need them, srsly), and went home only to be harassed by my mom who was like "why didn't you come home sooner? you have to go to Virginia!" I was like "SHUT UP!" But I didn't say anything.

A generally disappointing day.

The Strawberry Blonde.

2007-07-20T02:02:47Z

Title:The Strawberry Blonde
Author:MightyMegan i_only_dream
Rating:R
Pairing:No one yet
POV:1st/ JON
Summary:He's Jon Walker, he sees this everyday. He knows how to handle his emotions around the dead. "Year's of practice prove that they're the ones that feed off your pain. They consume you, your thoughts. I try to not let it get to me,"
Disclaimer:Nah, Jon wasn't born this early.
Author Notes:The result of some "alone time" on my porch with some pouches of capri sun and fireflies as my light source. =]

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There's nothing I love more than the way her limp body felt in my arms.
The way her head fell back and a shrill scream ripped from her hoarse throat, later reverberating off the walls of the almost empty room.
The way her blood left incriminating stains on her gown, my hands.
The gasping and sputtering of a perfect life,
coming to the perfect end.

There's nothing I love more than a puff of smoke.
Exhaled from a throat as long and slender as the cigarette it burns from.
The gentle flick of the manicured fingers that dump the remains of the burning cigarette into the ashtray.
The graceful flip of her bleach blonde curls over her bare shoulder and the icy glare that emanates from the crystal blue eyes, lined in dark, deliberate, black strokes.
The compression and spread of her blood red lips as a beautiful voice sings gently the words written on the back of her favorite napkin.

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A/N: The beginning of a new slash, I hope. I still have a lot of plot development to go through to get this story off the ground. Erm..thoughts, perhaps? doubt it.

Just another saturday night [rambling]

2007-07-08T03:23:13Z

Just another Saturday night....
actually, scratch that, it's practically Sunday morning... not really but like in 45 minutes it will be...
And not to mention that this is really late for me,
And to makes things worse,
my excema's acting up and I'm pretty sure i just scratched it down my arm,
my allergies are acting up, so not only are my outsides itching, my insides are too.
and it's not like you can scratch your esophogus or whatever anyway.
oh, and my nose is watering, and i want my bed. and i want to go home!
I feel so dirty! ahajdfhksdjhfsls;lifhg ..... =[

What lurks on the island [6/?]

2007-06-29T19:00:51Z

Title: What lurks on the island [6/?]
Author:i_only_dream
POV: 3rd
Rating: R? Maybe... for being bloody and cursing
Pairing: Ryden's all i know, tbh, but I guess there's Joncer in there too.
Summary: you an pretty much guess the entire story from the intro.
Disclaimer: If they were really trapped on an island, they wouldn't be making music now would they?
A/N: You'd think this was the end, but it's not.

Previous

"Let's play a game," Spencer suggested, as him and Jon walked down the hall.
"Yeah, okay, what game?" Jon asked.
"Um....ooh! let's be spies!"
"No!" Jon snorted. "we're not 5, Spence."
"Note to Mr. Jon Walker, please get over yourself. No one's ever to old to play spies! Come on!" Spencer started to run down the hall with his hands clasped together like a gun.
"Alright, whatever," Jon mumbled as he started to run after the younger boy. Spencer stopped running after a while and dropped to the ground. Jon followed his lead and they army crawled down the rest of the hall. They stealthily turned all corners and rolled down the halls when possible. They soon started playing against each other, pretending to shoot each other with their "guns".
"I got you!" Jon whined as Spencer continued to run.
"Did not!"
"Did to!"
"Prove it!"
"Well, it's not like you have a freakin' bullet wound or anything! We're using our hands! How am I supposed to prove it?" Jon reasoned, crossing his arms across his chest and pouting.
"Well maybe if we got some real guns, this wouldn't be a problem!" Spencer retorted.
"Yeah, okay, that sounds like a brilliant idea," Jon said sarcastically. "except...where the hell are we going to get real guns?" Spencer rolled his eyes and looked up. Right above both of them was a sign that said 'WEAPONRY' with an arrow pointing down the adjacent hall. Jon followed Spencer's gaze and smirked. They locked eyes for a brief moment before sprinting down that hall. They jiggled the knobs on a couple of doors, but they ended up being locked. The two of them reached a door that was unlocked and hesitated.
"The doctor said to stay out of trouble," Spencer muttered, rubbing the back of his head.
"We won't get in trouble for being curious. If worse comes to worse, we'll say that we were looking for the bathroom," Jon reassured Spencer and pushed the door open. There were rows and rows of bottles and vials each containing a different colored liquid or powder. Jon and Spencer stepped inside and started walking along the aisles, examining each bottle. They found vaccines for everything from the flu to weird animal bites. Spencer pressed his nose to a large glass container filled with murky yellow water. He shook the jar a little bit and came face to face with a fetus. Spencer jerked back and breathed deeply. The bottle contained a small, developing human, almost transparent,with claws almost the side of its head and small bumps of teeth starting to arise. He took a couple of steps back and continued to walk down the aisle, he came to a chart of the human body. There were Post-its attached to certain points. One particular note attached to the Axillary artery caught his eye. 'metamorphinoxide 56 mg for full effects-5 minutes'. That caused Spencer to quirk an eyebrow considering that was a lot of whatever drug that was. There were other notes attached to the diagram also, each with its own dosage of a drug. On the neck there was a note that said 'photoplorinoxicide 102 mg'. Spencer just shrugged and looked away, his eyes falling on a small hand book. He picked it up and dusted off the cover. There, in simple font read: 'The Thompson's handbook'. Spencer opened it and started flipping through the pages.
Though a minor laceration cannot transfer the disease from the being to the human, the wound must be treated well and bandaged before other airborne bacterias can infect it and cause different illnesses. In case body fluid from the creature infects the wound, take 102 mg of photoplorinoxicide for protection. Spencer looked back up at the chart before looking back down at the book again. Side effects include: temporary blindness, forgetfulness, moodiness, narcolepsy, headaches, abdominal pains, inflammation of the injection area, etc. If side effects last for more than 24 hours, contact one of the island's physicians immediately. Spencer took the miniature handbook and shoved it into his back pocket. The least he could do is learn about safety precautions just in case anything were to go wrong. He found Jon in a corner aisle, looking at a wall full of weapons.
"Jon?"
"Jesus Spencer, would you look at this?" Jon mumbled, pointing to an instructional poster. There was a hospital chair with leather straps and a weird metal extension. There was a man sitting in the chair in all of the steps. He was bound down in the first picture. In the second picture, the metal extension was on the guys neck, serving as a guide for a needle. There were a couple more detailed pictures of where exactly the needle was supposed to go.
"What do you think this is for?" Jon asked.
"I don't know," Spencer mumbled. "But whatever, let's go now, this place is kinda weird,"

*

Spencer and Jon officially agreed that getting back would be a lot easier if every hallway didn't look exactly the same. The place itself was like a labyrinth, and every hallway being a monotonous, stark, white was not helping. Every door they passed had a number imprinted on it, which didn't help either, because neither boy remembered which room Brendon was in. Just then, they heard voices. Both their heads snapped back and they caught a glimpse of a gurney whizzing by. They both sprinted down the hall and looked down the connecting hall. About 7 nurses were pushing it, their faces completely blank. The patient was thrashing around, his pale arms coming into sight every once in a while. The two boys didn't have to think twice. They started running.
"Brendon!" Jon called. The thrashing momentarily stopped and one of the nurses glanced back.
"Jon?!" Brendon called back, thrashing harder than ever to get loose. "Jon! Save me! They're going t-" the nurses went through a pair of swinging doors, cutting Brendon off. The door locked when they shut and Jon and Spencer went flying into them.
"Shit!" Spencer cried, kicking the door.
"Brendon!" Jon called once more, punching and kicking the steel enforced doors. Finally realizing that the doors wouldn't open, their task changed.
"We've gotta find Ryan," Spencer said. Jon simply nodded and followed him down the hall.
They eventually found the hallway that Ryan was in. He was standing in front of Brendon's room with a nurse, slightly trembling.
"RYAN! RYAN!" Spencer called, running down to meet him. Ryan turned solemnly to face them, his face streaked with tears.
"Ryan, Brendon he's- he's," Jon panted. Ryan's lip trembled and he started to choke on his tears. He started to cry harder, his body racking. "No, no, don't cry, he's alive, but there's something wrong. They're taking him somewhere!" Ryan's face piped up and he stopped crying.
"Where is h-he?" he stuttered.
"Come on! This way!" Spencer directed, starting to run down the hall. Ryan and Jon started running after him.
"HEY! HEY! STOP! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!" the nurse called after them. She took a couple of steps forward then pulled out her walkie talkie. "They're heading south east in the medical corridor," She explained. Voices came from the other line. "Yeah, yeah, and quick, they're going to get the other one. Yes."

*

"How are we gonna get the door open?" Jon asked as they stood outside of the pair of locked double doors. Ryan looked around. There were a lot of wires lining the door. Assuming that they controlled the lock function, Ryan walked over to them and started pulling. He ripped out all the cords from the wall. Some of them broke almost instantly, but others took all his strength to rip apart. Sparks flew around and the lights around the door shut off. Ryan then stepped back and kicked the doors open. He kicked so hard that the doors bounced back off of the walls. Spencer and Jon watched in awe, their jaws were practically on the floor. Ryan looked back at them, smirked and started running down the hall. The other two followed behind, checking every open door for Brendon.
"Brendon!" Ryan called. There was a muffled cry in response. Ryan's head snapped towards the sound. He approached a door and kicked it open. He was starting to like that. Inside, Brendon was lying in a hospital chair, his arms and legs tightly bound with leather straps. A metal extension jutting out from the chair was carefully aligned with Brendon's neck. Brendon was gagged with a cloth. His eyes were frantic and full of panic. He tried to say something but in only came out as a muffled screech. Ryan ran over to his side and pulled the gag out of his mouth, kissing him harshly. They pulled away, slightly out of breath.
"Oh god, Brendon, what have they done to you?" Ryan whispered, his hands softly petting his hair and cheek.
"Please, Ryan just- untie me, we have to get out of here, they're going to-"
"Shh, I know, just, hold on-"
"Shit, Ryan watch out!" Brendon gasped. There was a loud whoosh and Ryan looked back to see a giant man towering over him with a nightstick in his hand.
"Come with me, son," the security man demanded. Ryan scrambled backwards. Behind the guard, he could see Spencer and Jon kicking and flailing as two other guards held them in place.
"Fuck you," Ryan growled. He lurched forward and grabbed onto the guards legs, causing him to trip and fall over. Ryan took he opportunity to straddle his chest and grab the nightstick from him. He whacked him over the head once. The other guards let go of Spencer and Jon and rushed over. Just as Ryan was about to hit the guard again he heard a click. The nightstick dropped to the ground and Ryan turned around to face a gun less than an inch away from his face.

A/N: First off, my hands and my mind were not working together when writing this chapter, so I'm sorry if it doesn't make any sense. Also, sorry that it took so long, I don't know what I've been doing. Um... i think i'm going to take a break with this story for a bit, you know, sort out the ending and all. BUT a new story in in the works. It'll be posted in like a day or two. thanks for reading, and if you want to help with the ending, please tell me. love you all <3

(Gerorginas secret) Part I + II

2007-04-17T23:14:13Z

Georginas Secret, ( to be renamed)

Georgina Louise Paxton was born a healthy, beautiful baby.
Though all seemed well for a while, her mothers mental state made
it difficult for her and the servants to deal with her. Living an unbelievably
sheltered life, the nurses of the house held a dark secret about the child
among themselves. When young Georgina finally comes to a suitable
age for courting, the nurses are anything but nervous. With a secret
the size of Georginas looming over their shoulders, will she ever find
true happiness in the form of love? Will anyone love her for what she
truly is?

PRopz 2 ChR1$t1n3 4 R3@d1ng

PART I

The hushed voices among the servants of the Paxton household echoed quietly in the halls, as they discussed the newest addition to the small family.
"She is in no mental or moral state to have this burden placed upon her shoulders just yet" Agatha, the head nurse of the household, whispered. The group glanced down to the crying baby, who was being wiped clean by one of the other nurses.
"How do we tell her?" Ginny, the nurses aid, questioned.
"We won't" Agatha snapped.
"Oh, I wish sir George was here, he would know how to handle this."
"I do too Ginny, but sadly, he isn't with us anymore, and we have to do this ourselves, for the baby's sake" Agatha sighed. "Quick, hand me the frock, and dress the baby appropriately." Ginny slid the light pink frock onto the now sleeping newborn and put a pair of knickers on it. "Okay, now be careful, don't let her ask to many questions, and tell her what she wants to hear.Give me the baby" Ginny handed Agatha the baby and followed her into the mistresses bedroom.
"Madame," Agatha whispered as she approached the bed where the lady of the house was now laying. She stirred in her sleep and finally opened her hazel eyes. She glanced around in the darkness, letting her eyes adjust to the lack of light in the room.
"What is it Agatha?" She snarled angrily.
"I'm sorry Madame,I thought you may want to see your new child-"
"Is it a girl?" Agatha hesitated a bit before answering
"Yes Madame, 'tis a girl"
"Good, name her as you please, but raise her well, I want a presentable and absolutely charming daughter." Lady Paxton said. "Now let me sleep, for childbirth is exhausting."
"Of course Madame," Agatha mumbled, before curtsying and exiting. Ginny did the same and followed her out of the room and back to the nursery.
"What a wretched lady, not even wanting to look at her own flesh and blood!" Ginny huffed.
"Hush up Ginny, do not speak of such things, Madame Paxton hired us-"
"yes, to do her motherly duties for her! That woman does not deserve a child as beautiful as this"
"Ginny, quit while you're ahead, I understand what you're saying, but we have a bigger task on our hands; naming this baby" Agatha sighed, as she placed the baby into a cradle that had been specially made for the privileged baby. "I say we name it Georgina Louise Paxton, after its father," Ginny nodded in agreement.
"A beautiful name for a beautiful....girl" She said quietly, as she reached down and stroked the baby's little head.
"get used to it Ginny," Agatha said quietly. She turned to the baby and sighed "though your life may seem privileged, you, my child, carry the weight of the world on your weak little shoulders, and I'd hate to see a day in which you bear it alone; but unfortunately, the day will come." She leaned down and pecked the baby on the forehead. "But now is not the time, now is the time for sleep"

PART II

5 years later

Agatha sat with Georgina up in the study, teaching her the rules of writing in script.
"I can't do it, mama" She whined, dropping her pencil onto the desk and burying her face in her hands.
"You will learn sweetie, don't give up, Paxton girls have to be knowledgeable-"
"Poised, and elegant, I know mama, but this is difficult" Georgina looked up into Agatha's tired face and sighed. "I'm sorry mama, but can we please move onto something less difficult?"
"You'll have to learn it sometime," Agatha reasoned.
"I know" The door to the study slowly creaked open and Lady Paxton stepped inside. Georgina stood up and curtsied to her mother.
"Hello mother," She said politely.
"What are you learning today?" Her mother asked, walking up to the small desk and chalkboard that they had set up for her lessons.
"Georgina's learning script today, madame" Agatha said happily, as the lady looked over the papers.
"Did you write this, Georgina?" She asked, holding the papers up to her child's face.
"Yes.." was the shaky reply. It was greeted by a sharp rap on the face.
"This is horrible! Complete and utter disgrace! No daughter of mine will write like this....chickenscratch! I want you to sit here and do it over, do it until it's legible!" Lady Paxton screamed, ripping the papers in two and throwing them up in the air. She punched her daughter in the arm once more before storming out of the room. Georgina fell to her knees, her skirt flowering out around her, like a pool of silk. She sobbed quietly into her forearms. Agatha walked over and kneeled down by her.
"Hush child, experiences like this only make us stronger." She said and pulled the child into a hug.
"Agatha, why aren't I like other children?" she asked, wiping her tears on her sleeves.
"you are like other children,"
"Why don't I have friends? Why don't I go to school? Why can't I ever go into town with you and Ginny to get food?" she cried. Agatha picked her face up by the chin and looked deep into her hazel eyes.
"Listen Georgina, you're not like normal children because you're special. You're my shining star, you're my world, little girl, you really are. One day when you're older, I promise you, I will take you with us into town. But now is not the time to worry about that. Now is the time to write your script and make your mother happy"
"a-"
"Shush, do as your told, You needn't get brazen"

10 years later.

"Ginny? Agatha?" Georgina called as she wandered through the house. "GINNY AGATH- oomph" she was tackled to the floor by Ginny herself.
"Hush up, child, you'll wake your mother!" She whispered harshly, getting up carefully and helping Georgina up with her.
"Child? I'm no child. Compared to you, I'm a peer"
"No, I fear you are mistaken, I am almost half your age, and though I might act as a peer to you, I still have the authority to do this" She said, pinching Georgina's ear playfully.
"Ow, that wasn't very mature of you." Georgina whined.
"Yeah, yeah, now come on, Agatha wants to take you to the town today!"
"The TOWN!"
"Shh, yes, the town, but you have to be quiet about it, I know the mistress is bed-ridden and all, but she'd have our heads if she found out that you were gallivanting all over town." Ginny scolded. "Now, come on let's get dressed."
"oww! not so tight!" Georgina whined, as Ginny tightened the corset around her waist. She responded by pulling on the lace strings harder and received a sharp gasp from Georgina.
"Stop whining Georgina, all good girls have to go through this, you wouldn't want to be a hussy now would you?" Ginny teased, as she buttoned up Georgina's top for her.
"Gin, why don't I have a full chest like you?" Georgina asked quietly. Ginny sighed.
"You'll grow eventually, if you ate once in a while, I think that would help too"
"I do eat! I don't know why I remain so skinny though" Georgina huffed, pulling on her jacket. Ginny laughed quietly to herself.
"Ready to go?" she asked. Georgina nodded and followed Ginny out to the carriages out the back door of her mansion. Agatha met them both out there with a warm smile.
"Georgina, this is your first time out, listen to me, alright?" She said sternly. Georgina nodded. "Stay close, keep your cloak on at all times, better yet, pull up the hood. Do NOT converse with anyone other than Ginny or I. If it is absolutely necessary, talk like I taught you, with a lady's charm, okay?" Georgina nodded again. "Keep close Georgina, we'd be hung in our midriffs if you were to suddenly absquatulate."
"Absquatulate?" Georgina asked dumbly.
"To disappear, darling. Do you see why 'tis important to not speak? Lack of knowledge is lack of charm." Agatha said, poking her on the nose. She then brushed passed them both and sat in the carriage. "Come on children" She beckoned. The two youngsters followed quickly.
The carriage ride was quiet. Georgina's palms started to sweat and her heart was beginning to beat faster as she saw the town finally coming into view. She had never been out of her own compound after the age of 10. Even before that, she was only granted the privilege to leave with her mother and nannys to go to the grand balls that they were invited to. Her eyes widened as she saw some of the townspeople pass by the carriage. A battered old woman and her son looked up at her with sad eyes. Her heart rate picked up increasingly, maybe this wasn't a good idea.
"Credo in Deum Patrem omnipotentem, Creatorem caeli et terrae-" She muttered a silent prayer to herself, hoping that it would save her from any wrong-doers that were waiting for her in the market.
"What was that?" Ginny asked, when she noticed that Georgina had been saying something all along.
"Oh, 'twas nothing" Georgina mumbled, avoiding eye contact from everyone. A few minutes later, the carriage came to a stop. Agatha said something to the driver before motioning the group out of the carriage. The town was nothing that Georgina had expected. It was hectic and crowded. The smell of the air was rather rancid and reminded her of the time she had fallen ill and vomited all over herself in her sleep a couple of years ago. She was taken aback by the rudeness of the people who just roughly pushed her out of the way to get to where they were needed. Georgina was about to return to the carriage, but it had already driven off. She sighed when she felt a comforting hand on her shoulder that led her into the heart of the market. Ginny held her arm tightly as she tried her best to follow Agatha through the masses of people. Their first stop was to the butcher, to pick up meat for the party that the household was holding for the mistresses birthday.
"Aye!" Agatha snapped, succeeding to get the butchers attention.
"What it be today, miss?" He asked cheekily.
"Give me a rack of ribs, four partridges, and a leg of lamb" She answered.
"Having a party, eh?"
"None of your concern, but if you must know, yes, we are having a party. For the mistress."
"Ahh, I understand, and she be?" He asked, motioning over at Georgina who was looking up at the sky questioningly.
"She's a friend of Ginny's, now will you make haste? I fear the meat is spoiling as we speak!"
"A nice piece of meat she is..." He trailed off.
"Hush up boy before I call your father on you! Where is my meat?!" Agatha nearly screamed.
"Here" The butcher said quickly, handing her the meat that she had ordered. Agatha huffed, throwing her chin in the air and stormed off. Ginny pulled Georgina along behind her, but before she was out sight, her and the butcher exchanged quick glances and smiles.
"The nerve of that boy..." Agatha mumbled, as she pushed the crowds apart.
"Who is it that you speak of so wrongly?" Georgina asked.
"No one to worry your pretty little head with, my dear. Keep close" They stopped at another stand that was adorned with beautiful displays of the freshest fruit and vegetables. Georgina sighed and leaned up against a pole that supported the canopy of the stand. She watched as her shoulder length hair fell forward and her bangs covered her eyes. Her attention was quickly diverted to a shiny red apple that stood proudly on top of a high pile of inferior apples. She picked it up and studied every inch of the apples glossy surface.
"Eve's poisoned apple" Someone mumbled rather close to her ear, causing her to jump and nearly drop the apple. She whipped around and came face to face with the butcher. She gasped and turned around again, trying to ignore his rather close presence. "Something so beautiful that was willed by god to let be" he continued, "But man had fallen into the temptation to...touch" He whispered, running the pads of his fingers up and down her arm. The hairs on her arms and neck stood on end and she took in a short breath. She turned around again, but managed to keep her face rather hidden by her long, curly locks.
"William" He said, extending his arm out for Georgina to shake. She did so, but pulled away quickly. There was an awkward silence for a while. "And your name would be...?" William said, breaking the silence.
"Georgina" She said almost inaudibly. She gasped at how grovely that had came out and remembered what Agatha had told her.
"What was that?" He asked again.
"Georg-"
"What are you doing here?" Agatha asked rather rudely, cutting off Georgina.
"Why, I was just getting to know young...what was your name again?"
"Georg-"
"Hush up girl, what did I tell you before!" Agatha reprimanded, grabbing her arm and yanking her closer to her.
"Yes, well, as I was saying, I was just getting to know young George here."
"-ina" Georgina corrected. This earned her a sharp tug on the arm that almost ripped her arm out of her socket.
"Get along now, we have no need for you to just stand here and solicitate." William shrugged before getting up from his original spot against the pole that Georgina was once leaning against. He walked by them without putting a fight, slyly running a hand across Georgina's bottom without Agatha noticing.
"Bye Georgina," He whispered right before he disappeared into the crowd. Georgina's cheeks flushed a deep red.
"I knew this was a bad idea from the start!" Agatha ranted on the ride back to the estate.
"I think it went rather well for her first time," Ginny said happily. Georgina just sat in the corner and watched the town disappear into the size of a shilling out the window. The wind was causing her hair to fly out in all directions, tossing it into a complete mess.
"Georgina, fix your hair, looking sloppy is not appreciated" Agatha snapped, looking rather frustrated. Georgina pulled the top of her hair back into a ponytail and let the rest fall gently at the sides of her neck. Agatha nodded approvingly before continuing. "and I expect you to be helping out in the kitchen this evening, the chefs can't possibly cook all this food by themselves in such a small amount of time. A true Paxton lady knows how to prepare meals along with eat them properly"
"Will I be in my room during the party?" Georgina asked sadly.
"More than likely, but it depends on what the misses says"
"Joy" She muttered, as she shifted her gaze back out the window.

*Credo in Deum Patrem omnipotentem, Creatorem caeli et terrae. = I believe in God, the father almighty, creator of heaven and earth.

i_only_dream @ 2007-04-08T17:38:00

2007-04-08T21:40:30Z

work!
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i_only_dream @ 2007-03-23T16:53:00

2007-03-23T20:53:59Z