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so first of all, I have another

account,

but this one is just for my stories

and stuff.


I'm the one out of all of my friends, that has
her head in the clouds
, seriously, I'm always daydreaming, usually about books, but most of the time about boys. 


and   basically,   music   is   what   i     live     for. 

i can play piano, and I'm gonna learn to play guitar, 'cos why not? 
 If you're reading my series..


then, thanks a lot:), and please keep reading! 

I love AC/DC, Arctic Monkeys, Flobots, The Gorillaz,

mumford&sons, Of Monsters And Men, Paulo Nutini,

so, 
yeah, my music taste is pretty random.
 
 
And basically, I'm in love with just that Curly haired, blue-eyed, bass player, what more could I
ask for?

 
so, yeah.
  1. barbiebitchuzxo barbiebitchuzxo
    posted a quote
    February 1, 2013 6:30am UTC
    im afraid
    that he'll stop
    loving me,
    because I've never
    loved anyone,as much
    as I love him.

  2. barbiebitchuzxo barbiebitchuzxo
    posted a quote
    February 1, 2013 6:01am UTC
    i am in love with a curly-
    haired, blue eyed, bass
    player.

  3. barbiebitchuzxo barbiebitchuzxo
    posted a quote
    January 31, 2013 12:59pm UTC
    So earlier I was texting my boyfriend, and he sent me a link to YouTube,
    I clicked on it, and it was a link to the song 'You're beautiful'.
    That's the cutest thing that's ever happened to me, ngl.
    nmf, but I give full credit to whoever made this font&layout&whatever else:)))

  4. barbiebitchuzxo barbiebitchuzxo
    posted a quote
    January 31, 2013 12:24pm UTC
    FLAMES
    PART THREE, READ
    PART'S ONE & TWO
    FIRST!
    But for some reason, I couldn’t feel it. I didn’t feel the pain, and I couldn’t see scarlet red blood ooze from any of my ‘battle wounds’, because his efforts were pointless. “who...are...you..?” he panted through slow, tired, short, laboured breaths. It occurred to me, that he was probably as petrified as me at this point, and he too, probably had no idea what was going on. “I’m.. I’m Amber... Amber Wilson..”
    “And that’s not your alias?” He questioned. What kind of a question was that? Why the hell would I need an alias? I knew that for any reason, I would certainly never, ever, need an alias.
    “Hah! I’m pretty certain that it’s not! Why would I need one? You being here, you trying to brutally murder me, doesn’t seem logical” I didn’t feel like I was in the right circumstances to laugh at all, especially not at my near death experience, or murder, or assassination, whatever I should call it. “Surely you’re the one here that needs an alias?”
    He laughed with me, it was a nervous giggle, as he outstretched his arm to pull me off the ground. I stared at it cautiously for a few seconds, what the hell was going on? He seemed dubious enough, but at the same time he had a strange cat-like look about him, he seemed like he was ready to pounce –always ready for the right opportunity- he seemed so aware of everything, and yet he was obviously in the same situation as me. He pulled me off the floor anyway.
    “I’m sorry.” He whispered through tight lips.
    “it’s fine” I replied. The atmosphere had changed entirely. I no longer felt like making a stupid joke about him trying to kill me, I felt so tense, so cautious, so... unaware. “so, what’s your name anyway?” I page six.
    paused. “Your real name... and I also want to know you alias, because you obviously have one”, I gave him a playful shove in the back with my elbow.
    “So, my real name is Jasper Light, and my alias is Sam Smith.”
    “Smith? It’s a little obvious if you ask me!” I giggled a little “why do you need an alias anyway? Are the police after you or something?”
    “what? I don’t understand... well, I need an alias for the same reason that any of us need an alias!”
    I was still clueless, but from the way he spoke the word ‘us’ with such compassion, there was something special about him, and whoever else was involved in this ‘us’ scheme.
    For a few seconds I got to concentrate on our surroundings. Wherever I was, it wasn’t familiar, and I had no idea whatsoever on how I was going to somehow get myself home. It was almost an ‘Alice in wonderland’ style world. Everything seemed a little kooky and out of place. We were stood on open fields –so open, but wherever we walked, there was no escape- on the floor all I could see was endless toadstools –sort of fairytale style toadstools- and in the distance I could spot forests, tall pine trees, willow trees, oak trees, all red, green, orange, and was that...blue?
    “what is this place anyway?”
    The world reeled and span around me, my vision blurred. I could hear Jasper talking to me, but his voice was unclear, nothing but a small murmur of what sounded like... panic? Fear?
    I realised what had happened..
    I had just woken up.

  5. barbiebitchuzxo barbiebitchuzxo
    posted a quote
    January 31, 2013 12:21pm UTC
    FLAMES
    PART TWO! READ PART
    ONE FIRST:)
    Where did my dad go?... It must have been a LOT later than I had thought it was, because the crescent moon was starting to shine overhead, lighting up the winter skies, making them a luminous blue.
    Later on that night, I went up to my bedroom –after an acceptable meal, cooked by my dad: burnt sausage and creamy mash potato- to call my best friend, on my little Samsung. I’m not saying it’s a bad phone, (even though it is compared to all of my friends iPhones), all I’m saying is, you could literally build a house with the poor thing.
    “Hey Sophie!” I squealed into the phone.
    “oh... hi Amber...” Came her delayed reply. She sounded completely unenthusiastic to what I was about to say
    “Look, I can’t really talk right now, cause my cousin’s here, and it’s completely stressing me out. How could my family just hand the guy over to me!?” Sophie made a gravelly sound at the back of her throat in frustration, and continued to let out her distaste on the poor guy
    to me, “I mean, he’s a total creep! Like, he doesn’t talk at all, AND he’s got to drop me off at school tomorrow! Total cringe right? EUGH. I’ll explain everything tomorrow, yeah? LOVYA!”
    I stared at the phone in disgust as she put it down on me, I hated how all I wanted to do was to tell her about how stressful my day had been, but of course, it was all about her day. I shuffled nervously in front of my bedroom mirror. I felt so agitated.
    What was this guy’s name...? Had she even told me...? Who the heck was this guy anyway? She had never mentioned him before, right? It was intriguing to even think about it.
    Staring at my reflection, I realised that on this particular day, I looked like society could accept me. My vibrant, fiery, red, elbow length curls, hadn’t started to frizz with the dampness of snowflakes that had been falling on them, my matching scarlet lipstick hadn’t started to smudge, and my emerald green eyes, didn’t look murky with the tears of thinking of my mum all day long.
    I crawled into bed, and pulled up my blue, red, and green Aztec print bed sheets so they’d cover my nose. As I shivered, I could feel my eyelids become heavy, I stared out of my bedroom window into the night sky and...
    He hacked at me with his dagger, he swung it at me with vicious arm actions. It was pointless to fight it, he certainly had the upper hand right then. But at the same time, he was utterly gorgeous. His eyes were the perfect shade of pool blue, his coal-black, fringed hair fell lifelessly over his eyes as he tried endlessly to kill me.
    TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK IN THE COMMENTS!xox

  6. barbiebitchuzxo barbiebitchuzxo
    posted a quote
    January 27, 2013 1:52pm UTC
    FLAMES
    Chapter one: dream land.
    “Daddy, you know how you love me extreme amounts?”, I said, emphasising the word ‘daddy’, and speaking in a pleading tone.
    “Yes, Amber?” He sighed, shuffling in the driving seat of the car. His brown curls bobbed slightly as he moved -his beer belly probably did too- making me smirk a little, but I still played along and pretended to be his little six year old girl again, so he’d give me money for the countryside fair.
    “Well, everyone’s going to the fair soon, and I really want to go...” I trailed off mid-sentence, expecting him to hand me a twenty pound note, and give in to my amazing six-year-old voice.
    My dad -Jerry- nodded in agreement, but continued to plead his case; his case being the one where he was so cheap, that he could never even spare a fiver for his sweet little daughter. “Amber, I don’t know if it’s too hard to wrap your head around, but we’re not exactly the wealthiest family in town.” Jerry said, solemnly hunching his shoulders as he spoke, “I know it must be hard for you, but the busboy job I’ve got at the moment just isn’t working out very well!”
    I inhaled sharply, yeah, it was hard. Especially when all of his money went towards me going to a private all girls school, with a bunch of teen celebrities, who got what they want, whenever they wanted it. Why couldn’t I just go to a normal high school? Probably because me getting a good education is all my mum wants, I thought. Wherever in the world she is now. She could be in Spain. Or France. Or Greece. Or on the other side of the world for all I care. She never did me and my dad any good.
    “Oh. I guess I could still go... I’ll just walk around with Sophie for a
    bit”, I exclaimed, already deep in thought.
    What sucked most about going to a private school, was that it was an all girls school, which meant I didn’t get to socialise with any hot boys, or any boys at all for that matter.
    Have I ever even spoke to a guy other than my dad..? Whoa, that was a scary thought. What if I never get a boyfriend, and I just die lonely? I smiled at the idea of having one of those cool supernatural boyfriends, like the ones you read about in books, one’s that could take you to the underworld, cast spells with you, and be unnaturally fit, so fit that your friends would be jealous.
    Nothing supernatural would ever happen in Skyview, a sad little countryside village in the middle of nowhere, -surrounded by pine trees, endless lakes, and tons of old people in their little cottages, dubiously feeding squirrels that probably lead crazy little armies in the middle of the night, and all of that crap- Skyview is just too plain for that.
    “Look, sweetie. When your mum comes back, we’ll move somewhere nice and I’ll get a somewhat better job...” He sighed, parking the car down our gravel driveway, and turning off the engine solemnly, “Life will be good.”
    I exhaled sharply. “Sorry dad, it’s cool and everything, but we both know mum’s not coming back”. I hated to be that cruel to him, but what was the point in letting him get his hopes up, and then having to watch them getting torn viciously into little shreds on the ground? There was no point in that. None whatsoever.
    As I opened the door and walked down the driveway, I listened to the gravel crunch icily under my feet. Puddles had frozen everywhere
    in the front garden, and I loved the sound of frost crunching underneath the soles of my leather boots.
    I stood to stare at the tiny wooden cabin –or shack- that was my home. It looked a lot different now my mum was gone. It used to smell like freshly baked Christmas cookies and cinnamon cakes, things that I imagined mums to smell like. It really, really didn’t smell like that anymore. I couldn’t really tell right then, but I guessed it would smell like the late autumn breeze, freshly fallen leaves on the ground, and timber. The cold nipped at the tip of my nose, my whole body was beginning to go numb with the cold.
    TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!xoxox

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