New Start, Same Old Me (Open)

[Holly D. Jones]

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People had already seemed to be grouping together in their little cliques. Holly had heard the year just started. She thought she was going to be able to find an easy way to fit in somewhere here because of that but no dice. They're were all the usual cliques including jocks, punks, and the preps. Still, there was no group with signs above their heads saying "Lesbian Fashion Diva Musician Insert Here." As if life was going to actually be that easy for her.

So, here she was, sitting in front of her locker with her long blond hair tied up and big, pink dangly earrings knowing no one. Why couldn't she go back to a time where life was normal again? Back before people knew she was a lesbian and everyone was dying to be her? She practically ran her old school the first short year. She had so much money, so much glory, so much popularity... Until this came around. And it wasn't like she could go back into the closet, because even she had too much self respect for that.

Well, at least here she was going to school with other gifteds. That meant that everyone wasn't completely normal. Maybe gifteds were more accepting. Still, there'd be no way for her to figure out who was who with the ban they put on everyone's powers due to the normal kids. Ugh, this year so wasn't going to be easy.

Holly stretched her long legs out in front on her while she sat on the marble floor in front of her locker and smoothed out her poofy, white skirt to make sure it was covering a decent amount of her thighs. The last thing she wanted was icky boys to see her underwear. That would truly be a nightmare.

Although she wasn't very good at it, Holly forced herself to think in a positive manor. She couldn't scare any of her chick friends away this year, because she didn't have any. Holly smiled at that thought. A fresh start could be just what she needed.

[Pheobe Adeline Stark]

Pheobe strolled around the school having nothing to do on this day. She was tired and bored, yet at the same time occupied and hyper. She had a bit of bounce in her step, even though nothing amazing has put her in a good mood. She just woke up in a good mood. In fact, this morning she was in an awesome mood. This morning she woke up, and just decided to go out and get some good food from any local place she could find. She had an omlet with green peppers, onions, ham, cheese and some other good stuff she could remember. With that she had a side of hashbrowns with orange juice to drink. For her, it was a pretty darn good breakfast that shes had in a very, very, very, very, very, extremely long time. After that, she went back to her dorm, cleaned it up completely so it was spotless and as organized as she wanted it and then took a long shower. She actually put her time into getting ready this morning, actually doing a little bit of makeup and decided on wearing some really cute clothes that she hadn't worn in awhile.

Her outfit consisted of little grey ankle booties, which happened to match her grey vest she wore. Under that grey vesy she wore a plain white tee shirt, and of course to make the outfit even more matchy, she wore white skinny jeans. Usually she didn't wear white skinny jeans too often, because with the ones she had, any type of pattern or bright colored underwear seemed to show. Most of the time her shirts covered her butt so you really couldn't see them anyways, which was awesome. As she walked, she came across some girl sitting against lockers. She wore a fluffy white skirt, which was definitly cute, although, Pheobe would wonder the effects of the school floors with white... Anything. She had really blonde hair which she had pulled back, to maybe show off her pink dangling earrings. They were cute though, so it looked good. She kind of looked a bit sad sitting on the floor alone by the lockers... She also looked like one of those popular girls you always see in tv shows..Pheobe didn't quite know her though, so she wasn't going to judge. " Hey..." She paused for a moment deciding to take a risk on her white pants and she sat next to the girl. " I'm Pheobe."

TAG;; HOLLY D. JONES
WORDS;; 420
MUSE;; GREY BOOTIES!

[Holly D. Jones]

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Holly looked over at the girl next to her a little startled. It was hard to believe that anyone was actually talking to her. Well, it wasn't like anyone knew her here so she guessed it wasn't as hard to believe as she thought it'd be. She missed the days before everyone knew what she was when she didn't find it strange for someone to come up and talk to her. She was just a happy, preppy, freshman cheerleader who had it on lock. It's funny how things change after only a few, short years.

"Holly," she smiled and gave the girl her name.

There was nothing else to do but be polite. She wanted to make friends before the question of sexuality came up, and she lost everything again. A random girl sitting next to her in the hallway was the perfect way to start. She didn't seem to dress as flashy as her past friends did, but Holly tried to make sure she never judged a book by it's cover. If she did, she'd be a total hypocrite.

"It's nice to meet you," Holly spoke in an ever so confident voice.

Confidence was always key to seeming as if you belonged. In some ways, self-confidence was the only way to fit in, even if it was fake. That was what she lived by through-out her freshman year when she wanted to make a bunch of friends. If sophomore year hadn't ruined everything, she wouldn't have had to come to this unknown school and start over. Why couldn't the world be more excepting? Kids walked around with hunks of metal in their faces with chopped up hair, yet her group of friends couldn't manage to accept a lesbian? It was so twisted in her head, and it make her sick in a way. Maybe it was just that she was mixed up with the wrong type of people. But, still, it wasn't as if she could walk up to a group of kids with mohawks and ask them what they thought of the Gramme's on television last night. It seriously was starting to seem like she had no one. Loneliness was just something she'd read about and seen on television until recently.

[Pheobe Adeline Stark]

The girl seemed to be startled by Pheobe sitting down next to her but she seemed pretty happy and confident when she told her that her name is Holly. Holly also said that it is nice to meet her.. Pheobe never quite understood why people said it was nice to meet you. Whenever you say something like that its when you exchange names and just it really has no point, because sure your just meeting them but your not really meeting them. Five minutes later you could completely take that back because truly, you dislike the person that you've just met. So..Why say it? Pheobe didn't know, but maybe the point of just meeting someone new was nice, the fact that the person talked to you is nice. There are many more opinions on what ' Its nice to meet you' could mean. So she might as well say it back, otherwise it might be rude if she didn't.

" Its nice to meet you too, Holly." Holly.. Holly.. Holly was a nice name, Pheobe liked it. In some ways it kind of made her think of someone who is carefree and nice. Well actually it made her think of some pixie or faerie for some reason. But it was a good name to her, no matter the reason. She wasn't going to mention to Holly at all that she liked the name, or that she thought it was a cute faerie name. Or the fact that it made her think of someone light and fluffy, not literally just a different way of expressing personality. Holly looked like she would be named Holly too, although.. She did kind of look like a bitch, yet sweet at the same time. Odd. Maybe she was being sweet and really a bitch, or maybe she was just nice with bitchy features. Oh well, she didn't know her well enough to tell. " What are you doing just sitting here alone?" Pheoebe asked her curious. She was also going to add in something about how she shouldn't sit on schoolfloors with a white skirt on. She figured that she skirt wasn't cheap, nor did she want it to be ruined. Heck, Pheobe would be upset if it got ruined, even if its not hers! She supposed it wasn't her skirt though, this girl could make her own choices on leaving her awesome white skirt to get dirtied.

TAG;; HOLLY D. JONES
WORDS;; 409
MUSE;; Kat! made me coffee..

[Holly D. Jones]

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What was she doing sitting here alone? There were so many answers she could give her for that. First, she was falling apart like a nut job. Second, she was afraid of what this school was going to bring her. Third, she didn't know anyone and she was scared out of her mind. Fourth, it was an odd and weird way of avoiding the truth in her mind. Fifth, she had no idea how to do this starting over thing. Lastly, she was lost and didn't know her way around this school. All of those things were true, but none of them were things that she could say out loud to another person that she had only just met. So, she thought of the next buy-able answer that anyone would give another person on a casual day.

"I'm just buying time until class, I guess," Holly told her with that same fake smile she always seemed to be wearing these days.

Holly wished so badly that she could rewind time back to her better days so she could talk to this girl like she might have talked to anyone. Of course, back then she would've been a little bitchy and possibly critical of the other girl's outfit. So, really she wished that she could go back in time and talk to this girl with the same knowledge of kindness that she had today. That was the best way she could possibly put it. Holly brushed a piece of hair that had fallen out of her pony-tail behind her ear.

[Pheobe Adeline Stark]

"I'm just buying time until class, I guess." Holly told her as she smiled. Pheobe nodded and them she noticed something, her lips seemed to turn up at the ends and her voice seemed like the voice of a normal student. What was missing? Her eyes. Well yes, she had eyes of course, but they told her a completely different story. They told her something that a voice on a voice recorder could ever tell her. Just from looking at her eyes, she could tell a lie. Well maybe not a lie, but she could tell if she was happy or not. She definitly seemed a bit sad... She didn't know why but they looked like one of those cute little dogs, cats or any other animals on those commercials that ask for your help on money so they can help animals. Those commercials were always so sad.. Yet again, her eyes didn't seem to show that much sadness. So maybe she was just not comfortable with her new surroundings and missing people at home? Most likely.

" So, have you made a lot of friends since you've been here?" She knew a lot of people just got upset and a bit sad if they weren't making any new friends. This girl though didn't seem like the type not to make friends, she seemed pretty nice, and actually Pheobe probably wouldn't mind making friends with her. She didn't have a bad sense of style, not that she cared too much about that but it was an upside. She looked like she was maybe a bit of a snob, yet right now she didn't really look like one. She wouldn't think one of those girls would sit on the floor with as white of a skirt she seemed to have on. She also looked rich, Pheobe probably might too, but she always just made things better, and with her last pay check from her job, she could actually go out and buy something with that money, of course, clothing. It was nice to have something new... Maybe it would be nice to have a new friend too?

TAG;; HOLLY D. JONES
WORDS;; 365
MUSE;; Must reppppllllllyyy. xD

[Holly D. Jones]

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Holly didn't want to answer the question about the making of friends, but she new she was going to have to. It was so embarrassing to tell people that you haven't made any new friends at school. It was just as bad as telling people that you had no friends at all. Witch, in truth, she didn't. She had been so incredibly lonely lately. Nobody wanted to be friends with the lesbian fashion-obsessed cheerleading diva. All the less-popular kids couldn't get past thinking she was a complete bitch, so they wouldn't talk to her. And all the popular kids couldn't get past the fact that she was a lesbian, so they wouldn't talk to her. It was a loose-loose situation. It didn't matter the type of person, they all judged her in some way. It sucked, but she was starting to get used to it.

"Nah, I'm not really good at making friends," Holly lied.

She was plenty good at making friends, keeping them was the problem.

[Pheobe Adeline Stark]

" Maybe you should get out there a little more with people.. Just be more open." Not that she wasn't being open. Well... Okay she wasn't being very open, she seemed like that restricted section in a library where only adults can go. Pheobe thinks Holly just needs to be open, let people know more about her. Otherwise she's not making herself available to friends. "Tell people more about you, and get to know people better." Pheoebe hoped she was giving some good advice. It wasn't like she could be some mass murderer, right? Exactly, even if she was, she could still tell people about herself minus the mass murderer part. Mass murderers probably fit in better than her, just from the way she acted towards it. She looked nice, and she looked like she could be with one of those popular girls. She looked rich too, with a good sense of style so that should of bumped her up a little. There was something buried deep within her that would make plenty of friends. She just had to be open to the idea of making friends and try. She just would have to let people know who she was and let them accept it. And if they didn't, then oh well. At least she was herself, right?

TAG;; HOLLY D. JONES
WORDS;; 222
MUSE;; coffee!