Post by Veronica Marie Sawyer on Oct 17, 2009 10:32:21 GMT
Veronica Marie Sawyer
" 'The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out. You left me in the dark.'"
[/size][/center]" 'The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out. You left me in the dark.'"
hey, well my name is Veronica Marie Sawyer and i am twentyyears old, oh in case you didn't know i am a female, well but that's just a detail. people love me because i am shy and fairly easy going. people say i look like Kristen Stewart but hey i look soo much better and so much more cuter, my hair is deep brown and i have chocolate eyes. i am very fond of reading, writing, long walks in the rain, sleep and staying in shape, but i absolutely hate fire, loud people, blatent rudeness, being alone and losing friends. i know i am a bit popular because i am a neptune but people know me as a unemployed . i am a bit excited about swimming and i do have a secret ...I fell for my step-brother, though we don't talk, but shush don't tell it to anyone please. i was born in January, Twenty-firsty to Maire Sawyer and Jack Sawyer. i have no real siblings, but 1 step brother and they are called Taylor Hargreeves
hey, well my name is Ed and i am twenty years old. i have been doing this for a good six years and i already have no-one else did i read the rules? want proof? make it happen! and yeah i am good at this crap... here's the proof.
Hair curlers still burning in her hand, Veronica stared at herself in her mirror, tugging on the last few strands of her curled mane that just did not want to, well, curl. After a few more tries, she sighed, and threw her curling iron down onto the desk, unplugging it quickly when remebering that hot metal didn't work well with wooden makeup desks. Lifting it again, she let it cool for a minute before dropping it. Looking at her reflection quickly, she was unsure if she looked good or not. In public, she'd brag, tell everyone she looked perfect, tell everyone she looked better than them. But alone, without someone to act tough around, she was unsure of anything, other than who she was meant to be.
What made matters worse is that she hadn't been on a preorganized date for some time. She tended to end up at bars, a little drunk, a little horny, and meet men that way. She'd drag them back to hers, and then wake up next morning and throw them out of her bed, out of her door, and hate herself a little more, but feel a little more satisfied. She wasn't so much a relationship girl. No man had yet matched up to...him.
Still, this was a nice change. That he'd accepted to take her out, that he'd admitted to writing poetry, he was quite different from the one night stands she tended to have. Giving a long sigh, she stood quickly and stalked off toward her bedroom door, stopping to grab herself a coat. She was down the front steps in a matter of minutes, and out the front door in a second, moving brisquely. Figuring that the poor guy didn't have any idea exactly where around the campus she lived, she'd make things a little easier by leaning on the wall outside her house, so he had something to aim for. She just hoped she looked pretty enough.
What made matters worse is that she hadn't been on a preorganized date for some time. She tended to end up at bars, a little drunk, a little horny, and meet men that way. She'd drag them back to hers, and then wake up next morning and throw them out of her bed, out of her door, and hate herself a little more, but feel a little more satisfied. She wasn't so much a relationship girl. No man had yet matched up to...him.
Still, this was a nice change. That he'd accepted to take her out, that he'd admitted to writing poetry, he was quite different from the one night stands she tended to have. Giving a long sigh, she stood quickly and stalked off toward her bedroom door, stopping to grab herself a coat. She was down the front steps in a matter of minutes, and out the front door in a second, moving brisquely. Figuring that the poor guy didn't have any idea exactly where around the campus she lived, she'd make things a little easier by leaning on the wall outside her house, so he had something to aim for. She just hoped she looked pretty enough.
