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 Giddy with girlish feeling, Overflowing with feminine joy. I may have hooked a great big fish. Or better yet, a boy. :]

Q: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search: A: Haley needs to keep her hands to herself. (^^" sorry?) Q: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search: A: Haley looks like she's about to claw my eyes out with those talons of hers. (why am i so violent?) Q: Type in "[your name] says" in Google search: A: Haley says worst is over heading into second season (wat?) Q: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search: A: Haley wants a prom dress (i guess...) Q: Type in "[your name] does" in Google search: A: Haley does us proud. (Why thank you :]) Q: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search: A: Haley hates anorexic people.

 Let this joyous smile reach your heart Traveling at the speed of sunshine. I don't feel like doing anything but lazing about Arms wide open, Ready to embrace the sky in such a vulnerable gesture. I'm free as a bird, or maybe like the breeze Caressing your cheek playfully. I'm no longer ashamed to show what my true self looks like. I think she's a lot prettier. Because the true me is jumping in mud puddles, Running through grass barefoot and putting flowers in her hair, Singing her favorite songs, and dancing in the rain. :)

She allowed her fingers to graze the ivory keys, if only for a moment. Before long, the tinkling notes began to escape, and a part of her soul seemed to trickle through her fingers.

Full name: Jaedori-Rayne Winters Nickname(s): Jay, Rainbow (Daddy’s), Dora Gender: Female Age (& appearance of age): 17 years old DOB: October 21st Zodiac: Libra Occupation: Student (with various part time jobs) Element (if any): N/A Eye color: Grey Hair length & style: A bit past shoulder length. Bleach blonde, with black extensions. She likes to put in really funk colored ones to switch things up :] Height: 5’5 (really short for 17) Weight: 110 Body Type: Petite Race: Mixed: Mixed (white and black) Orientation: Straight, mostly. Some Background: She has a thing for adrenaline rushes, both natural AND drug-induced.

Let us revel in this chaos, and dance to this beat. Unfamiliar things and irregularity, have found somewhere to meet. Here we are screaming, until our lungs collapse. There's chance they can hear us. Maybe…perhaps. But why should we care? They’d join in too. Because we dare set the world askew. So let us rebel! Against these restrictions. And thank heavens for our sweet mayhem addictions.

Sariah floated through the weekend in the after-glow of her date. Father wasn’t so angry about the test after all, just a bit disappointed. She’d apologized and he promised to keep this a secret from mother (who carried out the “discipline”.) Nevertheless, she was so excited about Jude! She simply could not wait to see him on Monday. The day quickly approached. As Sariah’s toes touched the wood floor when she awoke, she immediately thought of what to wear. She skimmed through designer clothing, and settled for a cream sweater, in its slouch sleeve glory, to accentuate her dancer curves and graze her skinny jean clad

As the quiet hours passed, Sariah casually glanced  at the sliver wristwatch. The opal face depicted 8:10. She was quickly shocked out of her slumber-like trance and bolted into the shower. 15 short minutes later she was completely dressed. She applied a bit of mascara, and a cherry red gloss. Slipping on a simple black cardigan and a white-striped scarf, she ran down the stairs. But a half way down the curling staircase, she was confronted by the glamorous, drunken woman she called her mother.  In a desperate attempt to avoid confrontation, she slipped under her arm, and down the banister, childishly, earning an amused grin from her father i