Tiffany Quotes

PandaPants
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October 14, 2014 2:02am UTC

I think I'm in love with you,
it wasn't my intention.
& I'm unsure if it's even
something I should mention.
But by writing this,
I'm doing so.
& honestly,
I'm sure it shows.
I adore your love
& all your attention.
I crave your cuddles,
& all of your affection.
It's my desire
to speak to you every day.
I just.. I really..
I don't know what to say.
You leave me breathless,
lost for words.
My heart is soaring,
like a flock of birds.
You're so far away,
1,139 miles to be exact.
So far, yet I love you.
& that's a fact.
You're younger, more fragile.
Pure as can be.
Amazing & gorgeous,
something you don't see.
In my eyes? You're perfect,
one of a kind...
& I'd love it if I could.. just..
..Call you mine..
-Nikkie. ♥

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KissMyAxe*
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December 16, 2013 12:45pm UTC

Me when someone tries to steal my food:
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appleangel
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August 31, 2013 7:46pm UTC

So here's the story, here it goes
I will be your princess
You'll never have to be alone
You'll be my prince charming
'Cause when I'm in your arms
I know I'm home
Tiffany Alvord - Never Been Better

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June 16, 2013 6:31am UTC

Watch me call out, call out for SOS

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March 10, 2013 1:23am UTC

Aided by an Angel
Chapter Eighteen ; Part I
Amber's POV:
I stared at myself in the mirror a final time before exiting the bathroom to head off to bed. I saw a woman who was comfortable being broken and shattered and damaged. I'll be the first to admit that I have lived one h e l l of a life. I sure did know how to walk into the worst situations, didn't I? I mean this in the nicest way, but I guess I got that from my Mother; I hope it's not a genetic thing because then Miracle and Aaron are screwed. It already ruined Lilli's life. I guess it was in our blood. A bad luck gene? I don't know, but whatever it was I was living with it and thought it was perfectly okay. I figured I have my faith and my children and what else could a girl need?
My eyes were deep red and my tears left dry, salty patches all over my pale face. My eyes wandered down my figure to my wrists. They were starting to grow purple, along with my hands. Right where his hands gripped sat a Tiffany bracelet with a dove charm attached in the middle. Whenever Niall got alcohol on his mind, there was no telling what he would do. He wasn't him when there was alcohol around.
This didn't happen often; maybe two or three times a year? He'd either be drunk or, like tonight, want to be drunk and I was standing in his way of it and then he'd get angry. He'd shove or grab me so he could get to what he wanted. He never laid a hand on the kids, though. He wasn't like that. And when he would get aggressive, it wasn't him doing it; it was his addiction.
He got real bad in those years he disapperared when Lilli was an baby. He hid away in Ireland for those years and basically went out to the pub every night and occasionally came home with a random woman he'd met. We had a serious talk about where he was right before we got married and he was very open with me; he let no details out. He swore he'd never get like that again, but when Lilli passed away, he just snapped and hasn't been the same since.
He'd get angry, blow off some steam, and then come back to me with an apology gift. Usually he'd stop by they Tiffany store and pick me up a piece of jewlry I've had my eyes on. Tonight, he came home while I was scrubbing my kitchen tiles, trying to get the red wine stain up. I fought him for the bottle I had out earlier and it ended up shattered on the floor when he attempted to wriggle it from my fingers. We went back and forth for a little until he jutted the bottle a little too hard, knocking myself and the wine to the floor. That's when he left. Around eleven o'clock he came home with a medium sized blue box containing the dove bracelet. I had just snapped a picture of it, in the box of course, for Miracle to see.
I liked to believe she didn't know he hurt me, but let's face it: she wasn't stupid. I ran my hair brush through my hair one last time before heading out. I flicked the lights out and started to tip toe to my resting husband who was laying on our bed. I felt my phone buzz, 'It's beautiful Momma - Mir xx' Poor girl was probably tired. I told her how much I loved her and said good night.
"Who are you talking to?" Niall asked me, his words slurring on the pillow while I sat with my back up against the wall. I had gotten two texts right before I answered him, though.
'Night Momma, love you 2 the moon & back, <3 - Mir xx'
'How are you doing? - Liam xx'

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crazybananas
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March 1, 2013 8:30pm UTC

words do hurt
Chapter 17
Maria's P.O.V.
Crud, why did "Carter" have to ask Christina on a date?
I asked her out, just to get her hopes up, and also to see how she was into him, but there was one problem that didn't seem to matter to me for a couple of minutes.
Where was I going to find the guy that "Carter" had for his profile pictures that I found on Google Images?
"How's your conversation with Christina? Did she confess her lame love for Carter?" Tiffany teased as she walked in, waiting for me to reply something back.
"Haha, yeah, she's such a loser." I said weakly, managing to get a fake chuckle out.
I don't know why I was doing this, Christina was still my friend.
But if I ditched Tiffany, she would ruin my reputation at school, and I don't want to be those outcasts.
"You don't sound very confident." Tiffany commented, raising an eyebrow at me.
"W-what do y-you mean?" I stuttered.
I was never good at lying under pressure, I feel as if a million eyes on me.
"Cut the cr/p Maria, what did you say to Christina? Did you tell her that we're the Carter guy she has a crush on?" she spat.
"No, of course not!"
"Then spill it." she warned, getting furious.
"Carter may have a date with Christina." I said softly, flinching, as if she was going to hit me.
But she didn't, instead, she just sat on her bed, as if she's seen a ghost.
"You idiot, how are we going to have a guy that's willingly going to go on a date with her!" she exclaimed.
"I really don't know, I'm sorry." I muttered.
Tiffany may have given me popularity, but sometimes, she can overreact and be super annoying.
"Ugh, have you seen her? She's like an awkward potato!" Tiffany snarled, pacing around.
She then slammed her hand onto the oak table that her father had surprisingly carved out for her, and I'm quite shocked that her hand didn't start turning red. "I've worked so hard on this, I spent hours talking to her online as Carter! Do you know how boring she is to talk to?"
That wasn't completely the truth; I mostly talked to Christina as Carter every day.
Plus, I've actually enjoyed my time talking to her; it was like our old friendship, if I remember it correctly.
"What are you going to do?" I asked.
"What I always do. Fix the sh/t that you always cause so I can have my revenge."
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*Based on the movie, Cyberbully*

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crazybananas
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February 16, 2013 7:51pm UTC

words do hurt
Chapter 15
Tiffany's P.O.V.
"Can you set the table for dinner? I want it to be extra special now that your friends are coming over for dinner. I wished that I had known earlier though." my father asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Can't you?" I grunted, scrolling on my iPhone which I forced him to get me a couple of weeks ago, just to make sure that ugly wannabe new girl knew that I was way better than her.
"You have responsibilities, you can't always go on your phone all the time! I'm going to take it away soon if you don't cut this crud out." he spat.
"No wonder Jacob moved out, you're so unfair!" I retorted, finally looking at him.
His eyes went from a deadly fierce look to a dull, ghostly color as he cleared his throat uncertainly, backing out of the room and slamming the door shut.
I always used that excuse to get out of something my father would make me do, and it always worked.
Jacob was my older brother; he got accepted in two great colleges that he's always wanted to go to.
One was a couple of miles away from here, and the other one was across the country.
He was about to choose the one closest to here, but he was so fed up with my father that he changed his mind and bam, he's gone.
Well, I might have helped with him moving.
I'm not the most lovey-dovey or affectionate person ever, but why be all sappy when you can be tough?
Jacob hasn't contacted us ever since he left, which I don't really care about.
I'm used to people leaving me.
"Hey girl!" Maria exclaimed, walking into my room.
"Hi, where's Casey?" I asked, a bit still upset of what still happened.
"She's coming soon, traffic." she replied simply, sitting next to me on my bed.
I remained silent, going back to scrolling on my phone.
"I have some news that will put a smile on your face." Maria said, breaking the awkward silence.
"What is it?" I muttered, not showing a sign of curiosity or surprise.
"Christina told me that she's in love with Carter." she sang in a teasing tone, and I immediately looked up at her, with a small grin forming.
"Are you serious?" I cackled, clapping my hands with amusement.
"Yeah." she chuckled unsurely, and I could tell she was feeling guilty about it.
"Perfect." I smirked.
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*Based on the movie, Cyberbully*
I apologize that I have not been posting every day, but I'm running short of ideas of what to put! Plus, I notice that some of my readers haven't been on Witty.

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crazybananas
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February 1, 2013 9:51pm UTC

words do hurt
Chapter 11
I burst out into laughter as she said those words.
"You care? If you cared then you wouldn't call me a freak on Facebook." I hissed, preparing to storm off.
"Wait Christina, please." she said softly, and I could tell her voice was cracking.
"Why should I?" I muttered lowly.
"I'm sorry that I've been so rude to you lately! I just went to the doctor this morning, and he said that I got some of my memory back. Plus, he told me that you were by my side while I was in the hospital."
"All true things." I commented, still grumpy.
"Can we just start over and be friends now?" she asked, giving me the puppy-eyed look.
I looked at her longingly, pursing my lips as if I had just licked a sour lemon.
Just as I was about to answer, Tiffany just had to walk out of the classroom and interrupt us.
"What are you doing here?" Tiffany asked, glaring at Maria.
"Umm, my teacher told me to come here, because we heard a lot of yelling." she lied, standing there, with nervousness across her face.
"Oh, I have to go to the stupid office because of Christina here." Tiffany growled, turning to me.
"You're the one saying I smoked in the bathroom." I spat.
She rolled her eyes while she examined her nails. "It's not like anybody was going to believe you."
I heard a small laugh from Maria, and I couldn't tell if she was laughing at me, or with me.
"Let's get to the office, shall we?" I grumbled, walking away.
{X} {x} {X}
"I can't believe I had to leave work for this." my mother spatted, on the ride home.
"It wasn't my fault." I complained.
"Oh, it wasn't?" she started off. "If it wasn't your fault, then why did your principal request to have a little chat with me that lasted more than an hour long?"
"I don't know." I mumbled.
"Ugh, you're grounded for a month. No T.V, no hanging out with friends, no cell phone, and I'm taking your MacBook away." she scolded, turning into our driveway.
"What?!" I exclaimed. "You can take away my television and social life, but not my laptop!"
"You should have thought about that before you got sent to the principal's office." she muttered, pushing me into the house.
"I don't believe this. I'm being punished for something I didn't even do!" I snarled.
"You gotta deal with it then, because you don't always get everything you want in life."
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crazybananas
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January 30, 2013 6:38pm UTC

words do hurt
Chapter 10
"Christina, why are you 15 minutes late? And it shows on my computer that you've been absent in the last two classes too." the teacher, Mr. Dawson, asked with curiosity.
Mr. Dawson was my favorite teacher; he joked around with me, and I guess I could call him my friend.
His class was the only one I was going to today, since I wanted to go to it, even if it had my mortal enemy in it; she didn't ruin my good time there.
"I didn't get enough sleep last night." I mumbled, with my eyes puffy and red from crying.
"Alright, take a seat, and don't be tardy again." he said, getting the hint that I didn't want to be humiliated in front of the class.
"Does she do drugs or something?" I heard a girl whisper to another girl, as she just looked at me strangely like I was some freak.
Some people wouldn't argue with that statement.
"Her eyes are so red! I wonder what happened."
"She does, I saw her in the corner of the bathroom last period. Poor thing." Tiffany snickered, for the whole entire class to hear.
"Is that true?" Mr. Dawson said in shock, turning immediately towards me.
"No! Why would I do that?!" I screeched, my cheeks burning red with intensity once again.
"I'm not lying! I would never!" Tiffany shot back.
"She just wants to make my life terrible just because she is pathetic and just wants to feed off from people's misery!" I snarled.
"THAT'S ENOUGH." Mr. Dawson boomed. "I want you to go to the principal's office immediately."
"Ha, serves her right." Tiffany commented.
"Hush or detention." he warned, glaring at her, while she just shrugged it off.
"Why am I being blamed for absolutely no reason?" I cried out.
"Because you suck." Tiffany muttered, while some people laughed.
"Tiffany." Mr. Dawson said lowly.
"What did I do to deserve this?! I hate you, and I hope you all rot in fire." I screamed loudly before storming out of the room.
I can't believe Mr. Dawson would just force me to go to the principal's office like that.
I thought he actually cared about me, but he's going with Tiffany?
As I ran out of there, I bumped into someone.
"Sorry." I muttered, getting up and putting my backpack over my shoulder.
"Oh it's fine. It's my fault for being so clumsy!"
My eyes twitched at the sound of that familiar voice.
"Maria." I breathed hastily.
She then looked up at me, quite in shock indeed.
"Christina, what in Earth happened to you? Your eyes are all red, and you just look so angry." she said, her eyes full of concern.
"Why don't you ask Tiffany that?" I fired, obviously not in the mood.
"I'm asking you, because I care."
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crazybananas
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January 28, 2013 9:41pm UTC

words do hurt
Chapter 9
"Why are you wearing a turtleneck, they're hideous!" Kelly remarked while we were walking in the hallways for third period, which was beginning soon.
We weren't exactly alone, as there was a crowd of new kids swarming to their classes so they wouldn't get detention for being late.
"I'm cold, have you seen the weather outside?" I lied, adjusting my cream yellow sleeves.
The turtleneck was the only thing that I had long enough sleeves to go beyond my fingertips, because I wanted to take extra precaution that my cuts wouldn't show.
They were obvious on my pale white skin, so I was going to have to wear long-sleeved shirts, but that wouldn't be a problem, since it's the time of snow.
"We're inside with heaters?" she said with a raised eyebrow at me, as she swung her Coach purse back and forth, like the movement of a metronome.
"Maybe I'm sick." I mumbled, licking my dry lips.
"You better not get me sick. I'll see you later I guess, and don't you dare tell anybody we were talking!" she hissed as she scurried off to her next class, as I secretly rolled my eyes.
The hallways soon cleared, as I was probably the last one, but I didn't mind, since I was officially the outcast of the school.
I dug in my backpack to find my algebra textbook, but it wasn't there.
"Dang it." I muttered, as I ran from hallway to hallway back to my locker, quickly getting it before the bell would ring.
If I got detention again for being tardy, my mom will ground me again.
I finally reached my locker, only for my eyes to widen and my jaw to drop in surprise.
My locker, only my locker, was sprayed with bright red paint over the navy blue lockers that said ATTENTION SEEKING LOSER.
I could smell the distant reeking expensive perfume that was left, and I immediately knew that Tiffany did this to my locker.
I was furious; why was she out to get me now?
"Do you like the work done on your locker? I love it." I heard a sneery voice ask from behind, and it was the person who had done this to me.
"Why are you so determined to ruin my life? You already got my best friend." I retorted.
"Nobody messes with me and gets away with it sweetheart. If you want to play with fire, lava is what I'll use." she snarled, slamming me against the locker.
The sound made a huge crashing noise, as my spine went against the combination locks, making my face scrunch up in pain.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to get to class." she retorted, walking away before anybody saw her.
The bell shortly rang, but I didn't care to go anymore.
I stayed in that corner, softly weeping as my eyes became puffy and my cheeks was a rose red shade of embarassment and sorrow.
I didn't care if anybody saw me, it's not like they would do anything to help me.
I just wanted to cry in the corner all day.
And all of this happened just because of one single accident that changed everything.
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