AlmostInspired.

loves. (:

Finally uploaded the pictures from the last week of school.

I swear, I make Gabby look sexy. :P

I think I have contracted a severe medical and psychological disorder.

I'd randomly use Stienman lines when I feel the moment is appropriate. o.O

I think I might need a jab.

Or something.

Yes, you.

I can already hear you giggling away.

Evil person who has poisoned my mind with the toxic that is Jimmy D:

STEINMAN GO DAI.

On another note,

I've decided to post up and continue my old story writing. :) sooooo,

Here's the prologue.

Enjoy. :)

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She stood frozen at the doorway, staring at the scene in front of her. Harper and Nic, entangled in each other's arms. Her blood pounded in her ear, not taking her eyes off the mess in front of her. She wanted to run away and scream, but her feet were stuck to the ground and her voice was caught in her throat.

They didn't notice her, or the expression on her face: hurt, anger, emptyness and pain. They just stood there, oblivious to the world around them. Vi closed the door as quietly as she opened it, she couldn't stand it anymore. Vi closed her eyes, trying to wipe the image out of her head, but it was burned into her mind.

No, she would not shed any tears. She was simply not that kind of girl.
Vi turned away from the door and walked toward the entrance of the bar, trying to avoid the drunken, smelly over-aged men who tried to grope her and the mysterious sticky brown spots on the floor. She opened the door and stood at the carpark, scanning for her black VW beetle.

Vi walked out of the bar, feeling the cool night's breeze nipping at her bare arms. Her eyes trying to fight back the angry tears.

Don't worry guys, she thought bitterly, walking over to her car.
The game's just begun.
And I always win.

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More to come, promise. (: x