'cuz i see sparks fly, whenever you smile♥.

coming soon!

note: leaving hbs. joining a new rp.
 
I don't know why I did it.
I just did.
I couldn't take it anymore.
I barely had any friends.
I had no boyfriend.
My parents were on the verge of a divorce. {not mentioned, but yeah it was going on..}
My sister was dying in the hospital.
I had no reason to live.
I wasn't working and I was failing almost every class.
So I did it.
I pulled the trigger.
Goodbye.
 
--Scarlett.
 
{MODS: please DELETE Scarlett's character. Since she is no longer alive, she can not be played by someone else.}

+ important, read. thimble/mcpanda, pm when you see this. :D
 
location; starbucks {291 Broadway New York, NY}
with; mom
scent; miss dior cherie
 
"Scarlett.." My mom said.
"Yeah?"
"I have to tell you something..but first you have to promise me you won't freak out."
"Promise."
"I'm..not really your mom."
I choked on the hot sip of coffee I just took. The heat burned my eyes.
"Sorry?..." I managed.
"You're adopted."
"Haha."
"You are!" She pulled out the adoption papers and handed them to me.
"Whoa..tell me now."
"Scarlett..."
"What?!" I snapped. I couldn't help it.
"You promised you wouldn't freak out."
"I'm not freaking out..M-you're not my mom. Miranda. I have every right to be upset."
"I agree." Tears welled up in her eyes. Oh god.
"So..my mom's name..is Nicole Feldman?"
My mom-Miranda nodded.
"So..what do I do now?"
"..I'm not sure." Miranda replied.
I leaned back in my chair, holding in my tears.
Wow.
 
xoo,
Scar♥

CREDIT TO HER FOR THE LAYOUT
BohemianDollface
^checkout her beastly sets.
 
ahh i love this chick so much. she's so nice and funny and fun and cool and has amazing style and,
did the party next door to your house stop yet?? lmfao. i love our conversations..
OH WHAT I WOULD DO TO HAVE AN OLDER BROTHER..
[;
xoox
♥Sam.

l 18 l Friday: A new DJ from Brookyln invited us to Chaos nightclub to help promote his new company. Simple terms? Come to Chaos nightclub to be seen and party
 
Story later
-Remind me!
 
xoxoxo,
♥Scarlett.

Well you're a hot mess and I'm fallin' for you
And I'm like "hot damn, lemme make you my boo."
'Cuz you can shake it, shake it, shake it
Yeah you know what to do
You're a hot mess
I'm lovin' it hell yes!
 
--
Dear RMHG,
I'm sorry, but I am leaving the group. I barely have any time to make a set for HBS, my other roleplay, and camp hasn't even started yet. Good luck with everything, Sam. I'm so sorry. RMHG seems like it will be a wonderful roleplay.
♥Sam.
 
--
Dear HBS,
I am staying in the group && will be as active as I can be! Just letting you know.
PM me to start drama!
(: Scar.♥

Story soon.
 

xooxoxox, Scar.

{Nordstroms Catalog, March 2010}
 
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My layout? Tell me if it's yours.
 
xo.

Name : {Carlie Emmy Montgomery}
Age&Grade: {eighteen, twelfth}
Birthday: {august twenty-fourth, nineteen-ninety-two}
Biography: {Carlie lived your typical Romeo & Juliet story. She was kept from her love, gave up on him and moved on. One day, he saw her and proposed - she said no. They were only sixteen! She fled her little English town for the big apple and became a model. She's now one of the top models in US and Europe and is about to capture Asia. She loves fashion and is working on her own line in partnership with Burberry. Her heart isn't broken, but she's a bit afraid to fall in love.}
Social Status: {do not fill this in yet}
Model: {Emma Watson}
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{"Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone, I love you and that's all I really know."}
January26th,2008.
 
Carlie Emmy Montgomery walked along the streets of London, shopping bags swinging on her arms, cell phone pressed against her ear when she saw him. "Timothy?" She asked, her voice sweet, with a hint of an English accent. She dropped her phone on the ground, picked it up and stuffed it away in her bag.
"Carlie!" He dropped his briefcase and stuffed his hands in his pockets.
Carlie gasped, "Wow! It really is you. You look great."
"Same to you."
There was an akward silence. Carlie bit her lower lip, Timothy crouched down onto the ground.
"Carlie, I love you."
Carlie looked up, the sudden shocking words breaking the silence like a knife through the air.
"Will you marry me, Carlie?"
"T-Timothy. I'm sorry but no."
She blinked away tears, gathered her things, and ran home crying.

[sad story; just a warning.]
 
A year ago today, my older sister, Maya, killed herself by sitting on train tracks and getting hit by a train. She was my best friend, the person I went to for everything.
 
Pink was her favorite color, a daisy her favorite flower.
 
I straighten my hair, apply my usual dark eye makeup, and slip into a ruffly pink D&G dress, gold flats, and Marc Jacobs hair accessories.
 
I knew what I was doing, where I was going.
 
"Here." I say to the taxi driver. He stops and I pay him before sliding out of the yellow convertible. I walk across the field towards the train tracks, a bouquet of fresh daisies in my hand. "I love you, Maya." I say, stepping onto the tracks and setting the flowers onto a rusty track. "I miss you." I start to weep. I look up. A train is headed my way. Oh god. I scream, but I'm in the middle of the tracks, by now I won't be able to run away in time. I squeeze my eyes shut and...
I'm grabbed and pulled out of harm's way quickly by a pair of strong hands. I open my eyes and look up at a tan brown-haired boy. "T-thank you so much." I sob into his shoulder. "You saved my life."
"Anything for you." He says and lets me cry. I don't even know his name, what am I doing?! "I'm Jake. Jake Warnick."
"Izzy..Isabel Kenna Simpson." I lift up my head. "I bet I look like a mess, after all that crying."
"No," he says. "You look beautiful."
I smile. "Thanks, but..that's a lie."
 
-
 
We walk, hand-in-hand, down the sidewalk. "What were you doing playing on the train tracks, anyways?"
"Nothing." I lie. I'll tell him, one day.
 
[finish later. xo, iz]