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Post by ATTICUS AMORY CHOPIN on Jan 30, 2011 17:28:05 GMT -8
 stop there and let me correct it ,
i wanna live a life from a new perspectiveEverything was just about ready. Atticus had outfitted his room with absolutely everything that could possibly be needed for one of the best sleepovers ever. He had began by cleaning his room thoroughly and making everything neat and clean. This may sound simple, but Atticus had a huge room. His family lived in a sprawling mansion with massive grounds surrounding it. Atticus’ room was the dream of any teenager. It had its own many kitchen with fridge, sink, and microwave, a lounge area with a large, plush comfy couch, two armchairs, a huge flat screen television, and ever videogame system imaginable, a walk in closet with more than enough room for Atticus’ sprawling wardrobe, two large bookcases that were overflowing with piles of novels, a king size four poster bed, a booming stereo system with surround sound, and so much more. The whole room had a certain fancy, plush, antique feel to it, except for the electronics of course. Everything had a warm reddish tint to it, and the lights in the room provided a warm, not harsh glow. This room was fabulous; it even had a half-circle window seat and a walk out balcony with a sitting area that viewed the large garden.
Atticus had just finished turning on the fireplace, yes it was electric, and he now headed over to the small kitchen area to make sure he had all the snacks they would need. The fridge was jam packed with every sort of soda imaginable, several dips, fruits, veggies, ice cream, and various other sweets. The cabinets were packed full of bags of chips and other goodies, while a chocolate cake and cookies sat upon the counter by the sink. He had made those himself earlier in the day. It seemed that everything was in order and look great. He had even scrubbed his bathroom clean for the sake of his female guest. Atticus now wandered over to his bed and hopped up onto it, sprawling out on his belly. He awoke the little dog that had been curled up on the bed when he flopped onto it. She happily pranced over to her owner and curled up against his side as he layed there. Atticus simply patted her head a few times before laying there and letting his mind wander.
Atticus had ordered the butler to show Ransom up to his room when she arrived, so Atticus was now finished. Today had been a rather rough day, and he was glad that his best girly friend Ransom was coming over to spend the night. Earlier in the day he had got in a huge fight with his father over the usual stuff. Atticus wasn’t doing enough to be perfect…yet everyone else would quickly disagree with that. His father was simply far too overbearing when it came to him. After all, Atticus was his son who was expected to carry on the family name. Atticus released a sigh as he rolled the events of the argument over in his head once more and gnawed at his bottom lip. Why did he have everything he could ever want except for the acceptance and love of his parents? No child should be deprived of that, and he had been.
Another sigh left his lips as he rolled over and layed upon his back, staring up at the canopy above the bed. Scout got mad at him as he moved once more, so she decided to hop up upon Atticus’ belly where she curled up once more, hoping to keep him where he was.
you come along because i love your face ,
and i'll admire your expensive taste
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Post by RANSOM IRIS CARTER on Jan 31, 2011 21:30:56 GMT -8
 ransom had never really been the type of person to sit around at home on saturdays, hell.. usually she didn't even sleep in. not because she didn't like her sleep, because she could sleep for hours and hours, but because there was normally community service places to go and things to do. she didn't want to waste her day in bed, she wanted to go out and help people and make the world a better place, which she did almost every weekend. that was one of her biggest goals in life. she hated the thought of letting someone down, and she hated thinking that she wasn't doing her best. she was taking a mostly sophomore schedule this year because in eighth grade she had passed all the challenging tests to take freshman level classes on line during her school day. so, she had a majority of her classes with her boyfriend, though she had stayed back in her math class, mostly because she had to get extra help and was a little bad at it. so, this year she had ended up taking sophomore classes for the most part. she was setting her goals for herself high so that she could at least accomplish something, and she would never give up these goals she had. there was no way she would or could ever think of that. helping people was her main concern, and she had to get out of school in order to really help more than one person at a time.
right now, she was at a food bank, working to feed the less fortunate with a smile on her face. ransom wanted to give hope to these people that she met. she wanted to them to know and believe that things would get better. no matter how bad it was now, there was always the future. there were children that followed along behind their parents. kids that looked sad and hurt and hungry. those kids made all of this worth while. she knew that these children would be able to eat for awhile, and could become happier. she could hope so, at least. though, she did some things that she honestly wasn't supposed to, not that they were bad. the freshman was in charge of putting the last thing in the bag, and putting them onto the table. so, while she set the little rolls of toilet paper into the bags, she slipped a few dollars into the bag. no, she didn't believe that it could do a whole bunch, and she didn't do it often, but she had been saving up for a long time to do this for people. she had almost six hundred dollars on hand, and they were supposed to make one hundred bags. that meant six dollars went into every bag. she was sure that it would help someone, and it would most likely be a pleasant surprise to a majority of them. people deserved to be happier than this. it wasn't their fault, right?
today was a special day, though. it wasn't often she had time to actually just hang out with her friends. she had a habit of over-booking and over-working herself. but tonight she was taking it easy with one of her good friends, atticus. it had been awhile since she had hung out with him so she was especially excited now that she was leaving her shift at the food bank and was heading over to her friends house. she had a change of clothes in her bag along with a few simple, basic supplies that she would need. it didn't take her long to arrive and she knocked on the door looking up at atti's huge house. she still couldn't believe that his home was so.. enormous. who could possibly use all that space? she shook her head as someone.. a butler? answered the door. "hi.. i'm here to see atticus." she said politely as the butler greeted her and showed her to her friends room. she couldn't tear her eyes away from his home, even though she'd been there before. quietly, she knocked on his door before entering. she smiled, seeing him and his dog on his bed. "hey you." she said excitedly, shutting the door behind her quietly as she rushed to the bed to give him a more proper greeting.
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