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Post by Destiny Smith on Jan 18, 2008 18:01:45 GMT -5
Not one person in this school knew where she came from. Not one person in this school knew anything about her not even reed. He had asked but she had never told that was just who she was. Destiny smith was a mystery to most people. It’s not that she was embarrassed by who her family was. She loved her mother and her uncle and okay well no he really hated her stupid brat of a cousin and stepsister Stacy. Destiny loved her mother and her step father but part of her wanted to know her father. The one who would have raised her if he could have had the chance, the one who would have been there for her, but she would never know now. Destiny didn’t know much about her father. Whenever she brought it up her mother would mumble something and strike up a new topic which meant she wasn’t having this conversation right then and there. Actually it pretty much meant she wasn’t having this conversation ever. He was dead, now let’s move on.
Destiny sighed looking at the drawing she had come up with. Did she really just draw that? It was actually worth something in her life. This was a good piece of art. She never understood why she hadn’t gone into drawing but hey she was a great actress I mean not everyone had to know she was a good drawer. Destiny ran her fingers through her hair setting her sketchbook aside and looking around the very empty and dark dance studio. She was playing a dancer in a skit she was doing for a major project so thought it would be cool to come and see where the dancers practically live and breathe from. She knew it was very late so nobody would be coming in and since she was in her pj’s she hoped to god nobody would but that never stopped them before now did it.
Destiny look down at what she was wearing. A mini pink tank top that ended just above her belly button ring and a pair of booty shorts that ended at the very bottom of her ass and is someone was sanding under her they would be able to look up into. But she was comfortable and they were cute so it all worked out in the end. Then she looked at the belly button ring she had chosen. Not the best it was a silver diamond that had a chain on it then at the end of the chin in bring diamond letters said bitch. Well at least it told the truth. She smirked slightly and she got up and started to stretch slightly. She wasn’t going to dance. She was horrible at dance and her teacher was sending her in here tomorrow to work with one of the dancers so she didn’t need to practice just yet. She was going to do her yoga. She had candles around so that she could see and she had soft music playing. She sat down on her mat she had brung with her and did her yoga breath not even realizing that there was someone else in the room… this was Destiny she never notices anything unless it jumps out at her. She had always been like that and always would be.
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Post by harmony keller on Jan 18, 2008 19:31:31 GMT -5
Now it's past my bed I know And I'd really like to go Soon will be the break of day Sitting here in Blue Jay Way __________________________ Harmony’s whole life was a big lie for the most part. Well it hadn’t always been like this she hadn’t always had to lie to be normal like everyone else at school. She had always been the normal one in everything but she was hardly ready to let any sort of weirdness into her life as of now. It’s not that she regretted that she had had Sadie, no not at all. She couldn’t think of her life without Sadie but it was hard to try and finish her school with a kid that no one knew was hers. She was surprised that no one had figured it out yet. Although she had done a good job, her aunt and uncle who lived in London they had a daughter about Sadie’s age so Harmony would have to wake up early to drop Sadie off before her classes. Then she would have to stay late at the dance studio so she could get her routines down so she could have the weekends off to take Sadie to the park and what not. Then came with all the physical changes to her body. She hated to say it but her boobs had gotten seriously larger which was to be expected but she loathed them because being a dancer everything was supposed to be proportioned right, and that just didn’t fit. Then it didn’t help that she had some nice stretch marks across her stomach, fading but still there none the same. Today was one of those rare days where her aunt and uncle had agreed to keep Sadie over night, although they did often Harmony felt like she was being a burden to them. To make them take care of her daughter while she danced the day away. However she was so far behind on her routines that she needed the night to practice. It was funny this being her first and last year at Hoffman, she was sad that she hadn’t found it sooner. In the few weeks that she had been here it had taught her so much about dance that she didn’t. It was a completely different world from Vermont to say the least, maybe if she had come here earlier things would have gone different. Maybe she wouldn’t have been a mother, maybe she wouldn’t have been so driven to make it in this industry. Then again maybe it was for the best. Harmony made her way to the dance studio which was across campus from her dorm. It was a good walk that warmed her up although she did have a thing for stretching like a maniac before she attempted first position. The dance studio was unlocked as always, there was something weird about Hoffman. All the classes were open at night so that the students have freedom of expression or something weird like that. It was eerie walking the halls when all the rooms were empty. Although she did see two ballroom dancers, dancing to that Queen song. Harmony smiled as she walked to one of her favorite room. She wasn’t sure why it was her favorite, there wasn’t even a specific reason. She jiggled the door handle and instead of being met with the usual darkness. There were about a million candles around and it was dark. She signed and pushed some of her gold blonde hair behind her ear, ”Destiny this is a dance studio remember, not a yoga class,” she said recognizing the familiar brunette.
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