'When there's nothing left, love'.

After about a two year break, I'm back! I've missed you guys, although most of you probably don't even remember who I am!
Anyway, I hope to see you guys over here, and I'll add you as well :)
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The taxi stopped in front of a large stone townhouse on park avenue. I
I tossed a 50 dollar bill across the front seat before climbing out, shopping bags and suitcases in hand.
My pale pink Manolos clicked across the slate path and up through the sold door of my house.
I looked around the manicured grass and freesia’s growing along the path. It had been more than a year since I had set foot here, as I had jetted off to Spain for a few weeks after school ended. I needed to minimize the summer I would be spending in New York with my Father.
 
"Hello? I'm home!" I shouted, my voice echoing though the large foyer. There came no reply.
I kicked off my heels and dropped my suitcases and a few Neiman Marcus bags with my NYU Cocktail Dinner outfit for the housekeeper, Carla to pick up.
 
I passed through the east hallway to my bedroom. On the walls hung 7 priceless paintings, including the work of Monet and Van Gogh. I lifted a tanned hand to turn the door handle, and my eyes nearly fell out when I saw the inside.
Gone was the canopy bed, with Italian silk hung from the posters, the French vanity with my extravagant makeup collection, my wall inspiring New Yorker articles. I struggled to take a deep breath.
“What the fuck!?!?!” I screeched, and stomped down the hallway, back through the foyer, up the marble staircase and into my father’s den.
I shoved open the heavy door without any forewarning, and marched right up to his desk.
Evil Stepbitch Claudia sneered at me with disgust, but quickly turned it into a sickly sweet smile with my father turned my direction.
“Where the fuck is my stuff?!?” I demanded.
My father’s face looked impatient, and he glanced over to his overly botoxed fiancée, beckoning her to explain.
She clasped her hands together. “Well, since you were away at school, I took advantage of the extra room! It’s a wonderful space for me to work in. And that lovely view of central park!” She smiled, a tough feat for someone with so few un-frozen facial muscles. I scoffed and clenched my teeth together.
She remained unphased by my attitude. “I’ll have Carla put in some fresh sheets in the guest bedroom.”
 
I wanted to scream. I wanted to take her stupid highlighted red hair and rip it out of her head. I wanted to scream at my father for marrying such a degrading bimbo.
But, of course, I didn’t.
 
Instead, I stomped out of his office, slamming the door behind me, back down the stairs, past the huge family painting an... Stopped. All it took was one French manicured finger to scrape Claudia’s face off the 250,000 dollar painting. I smirked, satisfied and made my way out onto park avenue.
 
After digging through my Chanel clutch, I pulled out my blackberry and hit speed dial #2.
Selita picked up after the first ring. “Ello?” She croaked, sounding extremely hungover.
“It’s me, Linds.”
“Oh! Hey! Where the fuck have you been? The NYU dinner’s tonight!” She exclaimed.
“Travelling. And I know. What time do we have to be there? I can get my driver to pick you up.” I offered, as I carefully examined my cuticles. They were in serious need of a manicure.
“Seven, and sure. I have to go get ready, see you.” She hung up.
 
I flagged a cab, and made my way down to Bergdorf’s on fifth. No way in hell was I going to the Dinner tonight looking like I’d been partying in Spain the last two weeks.

◆ Lindsay Hollingsworth
Bio: The MJs were practically founded off what this girl is. She has class, poise, and her appearance always speaks for itself. But none of these things have ever come easy to Lindsay; she's ridiculously hard on herself; and those around her are no exception. She's always right and doesn't tolerate anyone who goes against her or what she stands for. If only she were more of a listener she would know just how much everyone in her entourage hates her.
Major: Investigative Journalism
Model: Miranda Kerr
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The marble floors of NYU shined like crystal, as I rushed pass the masses to get to my Journalism Lecture.
Before I pushed open the large mahogany door, I ran my fingers through my glossy auburn hair and smoothed my Phillip Lim pencil skirt.
Although the door slammed shut, none of the students turned, as they were all absorbed by Professor Berger’s lecture. I took a seat as close to the front as possible, and focused my attention on the blackboard.
 
As I gathered my books and made my way back out, someone jumped out in front of me from the seats. I flicked my blue eyes up, and I was surprised by what I saw.
Black hair, green eyes and a smile that just radiated mischievousness. Tres parfait .
I quickly composed my interest and pushed past him. So not something I need to focus on right now. I have a midterm essay due on Wednesday and an assignment due tomorrow.
 
He cut in front of me again, this time blocking the exit to the door. “Hi. I’m Luke. I don’t believe we’ve met.”
I smiled coyly. “And I believe your blocking the exit.” I tried to push past but he was completely in the way.
“Really? Why don’t you just ask me out in a way that isn’t going to involve me acquiring a restraining order.” I demanded, slightly joking.
He laughed and ran his fingers through his hair, thinking for a moment.
He kept his curious gaze on me and turned around, walking out into the foyer. Then he stopped. “This better?”
I nodded and smirked. “Much”, and made my way past him through the doors into the crisp, autumn air. He called out after me. “That’s not fair! Can I at least get your name?”
 
I stopped and turned on my heel, cringing at the thought of what I had just done to my Christian Loubotins. “Lindsay.” I replied with a smile, just before stepping into a taxi.
 
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Alternate Roles:
1.Victoria Everhart
2.Claire Van der Bilt
3. Lorelei Balfour

MON PETIT CHERIE.
 
'Bows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way
But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way'. - Joni mitchell.
 
Those lyrics ring true with me right now.
I'm Very much not liking my life at the moment
and i'm wishing it will change for the good.
So i'll just wait.

'When will love be through with me
Why live life from dream to dream
And dread the day that dreaming ends'.
 
It would be nice to go away for awhile i just want to leave for abit and get out of here.
It's bad... I think my mind wants me to be an addict. Right now I'd kill to have a bottle of Raspberry Vodka. And cigarettes.
But no, I'm stuck in my room watching Skins reruns. While my friends are out partying.
So I've been sitting on my as.s, watching TV and putting on makeup to cheer myself up.
 
F*ck. Who's as bored as me right now?

Getting a macbook pro on monday :) We're staying in some fancy sh.it hotel so we're picking it up while we're there.
 
Just about to watch The Virgin Suicides... What are your favourite movies?
 
Mine are (in no particular order)
 
1. Fight Club
2. The Virgin Suicides
3. Breakfast at Tiffany's
4. Marie Antoinette
5. Donnie Darko
6. Mean Girls
 
I have tons more but the list would go on forever XD

It read shakily and was frighteningly scattered.
I had tried my best to steady my shaky hands best I could, sitting at my desk. Avril was out with Josh, And the rest of the girls would be in their dorms giggling and putting on their pajama's for the sleepover.
I couldn't let her do this to me. I had to leave before she could get her revenge. The words on the paper sounded so scared, so very not me.
 
Diary Entry September 16, 5:30 pm
 
I don't know who this girl is, but she's threatening me. I'm so afraid, but I feel like I can't tell anyone.
I'll just have to pretend like it's not bugging me. Hope she doesn't hurt me.
Anyway, I'm going to get a headstart on my English homework I guess.
 
-M
 
I left the lock on the diary slightly unhinged, so that the next person to enter might stumble upon it.
Then I scattered the room into a mess, knocked over a lamp and threw papers everywhere and carefully placed several pieces of her hair I had somehow, managed to collect without gagging.
 
Lastly, I took a deep breath and sliced part of my arm, screaming silently with fear. The blood fell onto the hardwood, and I jumped back to avoid stepping on it.
 
I grabbed a bandage and taped it, then i took one last glance around my dorm. Poor, poor Avril. I really didn't want to make her have to see this when she got back.
Then I unlocked the door and left it slightly swinging open.
 
Around quarter to seven, I slid the rug off the hardwood and lifted the loose floorboard, and pulled the handle that I saw. The air inside was damp and musky, and I could not for the life of me figure out where to put my feet.
I jumped in, landing on my back on the cold, wet stone. The door above slammed shut, and I was submerged into blackness.
 
That bit.ch was going down, even if I had to dissapear for a while to shake things up.
 
I, Marcia Therese, was gone.
 
At least for the time being ;)