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Post by Pippa Valentina on May 22, 2011 5:59:30 GMT -5
 Pippa was still coming to terms with her brother's death, it was still just a nightmare to her. She was a sixteen year old girl, organizing a funeral by herself. Her world had literally turned upside down, she was constantly trying to make herself feel even the tiniest bit better but nothing ever worked. It was like she was living inside hell, & someone else was messing with her life. She'd never actually had to deal with anything like this. So, she was more then a little bit shaky & down. It was raining today, raining a lot. Though, to be honest she didn't care after all what harm could the cold do to a girl who'd already lost everything? She just sat there outside the school, soaking wet. Letting the rain just hit her, not bothering about the consequences. Everyone else had gone home, even the teachers. After all, school had finished 1 hour ago. The Italian had convinced Becca & Quinn to leave her, she wanted to be alone. She'd have to get used to this anyway, wouldn't she? The loneliness made her even more sad, but who cared? No one. The blonde let out a small sigh, staring at stone steps she was sat on. Tears pooled in her eyes & she just let them cascade down her cheek. No one would notice, since she was already soaked. Plus she was alone, so no one could be here to notice. ------------------------------- OUTFIT------------------------------- |
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Post by Alexander "Alex" Jones on May 22, 2011 6:07:21 GMT -5
Alex had been at his one hang out spot, the biggest tree at school. He saw Pippa there, he had heard about Pippa's brother's death. He felt sad for her. He jumped down and said, "Hey, Pips." Gently.
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Post by Pippa Valentina on May 22, 2011 6:14:45 GMT -5
Pippa jumped a little when she heard Alex's familiar voice, then quickly wiped away her tears. Turning to look at the brunette haired boy "Hey Alex." She replied, trying so hard to stop her voice from showing how much pain she was actually going through. The last thing she wanted was to make other people feel what she was feeling, it was her own pain & her own problem. She'd sort it out herself, she usually did & she'd have to try even harder now then before to cope on her own. It was like she was earning her independence in the worst way imaginable. I mean, how many sixteen year old girls moved from Italy to America, got emancipated then lost their brother & had to organize the whole funeral? Not many, she knew that much. Her mind was lost in a barrage of thoughts, though she tried to pay as much attention to the real world as possible it was hard for her. She couldn't focus on something that brought back so much pain & so many memories. The harder she tried the worse it got. She was in her own little version of hell, but she knew she'd get through it eventually. It was how she worked. ------------------------------- OUTFIT------------------------------- |
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