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Text--With alternate endingIt was Friday night and Nicole was getting ready for her usual Friday night date with her boyfriend. She was sitting by her vanity, a slightly gaudy piece of furniture her parents had bought her when she was about six and going through the “princess phase” as they called it, fixing her hair. As she was putting the last shiny butterfly clip into her long, wavy, pale blonde hair her phone, which was on the vanity next to her brush, buzzed. Nicole never went anywhere without her phone. It was her one connection to her boyfriend as well as her best friends Jessica and Allison. Her parents didn’t let her use the phone after 7 o’Text--With alternate ending
by ~buttercup1313
TextIt was Friday night and Nicole was getting ready for her usual Friday night date with her boyfriend. She was sitting by her vanity, a slightly gaudy piece of furniture her parents had bought her when she was about six and going through the “princess phase” as they called it, fixing her hair. As she was putting the last shiny butterfly clip into her long, wavy, pale blonde hair her phone, which was on the vanity next to her brush, buzzed. Nicole never went anywhere without her phone. It was her one connection to her boyfriend as well as her best friends Jessica and Allison. Her parents didn’t let her use the phone after 7 o’Text
by ~buttercup1313
ExcitementExcitement For the first time in a long while I am happy. It is false happiness. I am excited for an event that might not happen, A dream that may never be a reality. Ireland is a long way away and even if I did get there There is no reassurance that anything will happen. I may get there and not act. Fulfilling these dreams will require getting out there and doing, Doing things to find the dream. Plans and actions are already underway but will they work? To fulfill this dream I must be beautiful, charming, attractive, I must stand out in a crowd to someone. I must bExcitement
by ~buttercup1313
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Because of a Pink Post-itBecky looked at the ceiling, thinking too much to sleep. Her husband, Matthew, lay next to her. It was on him her thoughts were placed. They had met in high school, she a freshman, and he a sophomore. It hadn’t been love at first sight, because she was untrusting of people and terrified of intimacy. She had only had one previous romantic relationship, but it proved many of her preconceived notions, including the one that everyone she loved would tire of her, and it left her unstable. When she’d met Matthew, she knew their personalities were basically polar opposites. He was tactless where she softened the truBecause of a Pink Post-it
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- Current Residence: South Bend, IN
- Interests: sleeping, music, movies, friends
- Favourite movie: Too many to list
- Favourite band or musician: T. Rex, Queen, David Bowie, Joan Jett & The Blackhearts
- Favourite genre of music: Glam Rock and Classic Rock
- Favourite artist: Edgar Degas
- Favourite poet or writer: William Shakespeare
- Favourite photographer: Imogen Cunningham
- Favourite style of art: Impressionist/Post Impressionist, Preraphaelite
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- Favourite game: Nancy Drew Adventure Games, the DinerDash series, Burger Shop (1&2), and assorted board games
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- Personal Quote: If you have a computer, music, ice cream, and poppyseed muffins...what more could you need?
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