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[Mallory Beth Vanburn]

DADDY DADDY NO I DON'T WANNA GO TO SCHOOL

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Mallory drummed her fingers on the desk that was located in her new dorm room. She still couldn't believe that her parents had practically dumped her off at this place, and that her brothers had readily agreed with them that she needed to be here. Where Mallory needed to be was out, having fun with her friends. This was her senior year of high school, shouldn't she be living it up? Sure she hadn't really given this place the chance, but she couldn't blame herself. To her, this may as well had been a school for the weird. Under normal circumstances, Mallory may have felt a little bad for that train of thought, but here and now, well that was the lesser of all the thoughts going on in her head. She didn't need to go to a school that taught things like... Mallory looked down on her schedule: Heroines 101. Yeah she so did not need that class. When would it be helpful? When she was trying to catch a cab only for someone else to get into the one she wanted? Um, not likely. Mallory ran her fingers through her hair, it was an odd comfort for Mallory. She had always taken painstaking care of her hair, and she more then likely always would.

Bored out of her ever loving mind, Mallory stood up and walked away from the desk. Quickly, Mallory decided that she was going to go out to the courtyard she had seen when she had first arrived and gotten a tour of the place. It seemed like it could be a interesting place, and Mallory was more than willing to bet that other people would be there as well. It just seemed the sort of place that people would flock too. Normally, Mallory wasn't into following the crowd, but then again, normally she had people that she could hang with. She personally didn't know anyone there, and it was a little nerve wracking, if she were to be completely honest with herself.

Mallory paused only long enough to look in a mirror at her reflection: good. She may not be looking her best today, but she was still looking pretty good, at least she thought she did. She didn't really care about what the others would think about how she looked. It really only mattered how she thought, at least she told herself this in the past. As much as she wanted to claim not to care about other's opinions of her, she did, at least a little bit. Mallory left her dorm and turned right. She looked confident in where she was going, however, Mallory wasn't. She was just hoping she had taken the right turn when she came to the stair case. Good, at least she could get out of here. Mallory took the stairs down to the first floor, and left the dorm building through the stair case enterance. The sun was shinning brightly, and it made her wish that she had thought to wear her sunglasses. She shielded her eyes by putting her hands over them, waiting until they could fully adjust to the brighteness.

She understood that this school was going to take some time getting use too, nothing was the same for Mallory here. Which really, it could be a good thing. It meant she wasn't likely to run into her past troubles here. At least she seriously doubted she would. Mallory reached the courtyard without any mishaps on the way. She unsheilded her eyes and looked around. The coutyard wasn't as filled as she had thought it was going to be, but that could be good right? If it was completely full, how was she suppose to figure out who she would talk too? Although, she probably wouldn't speak to the ones in the courtyard now. For the most part, this school didn't seem to have a crowd Mallory would really like to be a part. Not that the people couldn't be cool, Mallory just didn't think, from looking at them, that they would be the type of people that she would want to talk too.

Mallory was use to a school where it was obvious who to hang with, and who not too. She had always been the type to hang with what the rest of the school dubed the trouble makers. Causing trouble for others wasn't really her thing, but the people in that group was more accepting of faults then anyone else Mallory had known. And besides all that, they generally knew how to have the most fun. Some of the choices Mallory had made with them probably weren't the best, especially since they had made her feel a bit guilty, and had even put her indebt with someone she wanted nothing to do with. Mallory moved one arm to go across her chest and the other arm used it as support as she brought it up to play with her hair. She wondered if there would be anyone there she would consider hanging out with. Most definitely not the princessy types. They were too... Princessy for Mallory, who didn't believe in waiting for prince charming to come rescue her. She was a damsel, and if she was in distress, she would be able to handle it herself.

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TAGopen
WORDSeight-eight-three
OUTFIThere
MUSICbilly s-skye sweetnam
NOTEits lame
CREDITSisa the great at caution[/blockquote][/size]

[Mallory Beth Vanburn]

DADDY DADDY NO I DON'T WANNA GO TO SCHOOL

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Mallory noticed the cowd being drawn to a certain area where a young lady had begun dancing. This was new to Mallory, who was unuse to a person just breaking out in dace in the middle of a crowd. It made her wonder if someone was going to be breaking out in song, like that movie she remembered coming out a few years ago that millions of people went head over heels for. High School Musical, one two and three. This was one of the many movies that Mallory had, for obvious reasons, decided against even trying to sit through it. She had never had the stomach for musicals, especially musicals set in high school. That just seemed like a head banger there. Mallory had never been the type of person who sat around the house watching movies, and she had rarely gone out and watched movies at a theater. She spent more of her time hanging with friends, going to parties. Drinking more than she should. Regreting that stupid decission she had made last year... Needless to say, she spent her time being active, which seemed the best way to spend time. Mallory had always felt restless.

Mallory didn't get much chance to react, everything seemed to have happened so quickly. First she was about to turn and walk away from the courtyard and the crazy people in the courtyard, when secondly, she was grabbed and dragged into the dance. The young lady the people had been watching had grabbed her, and forced her into the center of the crowds eye by simple actions. And then thirdly, she was being deeped and swirled. By the time Mallory actually realized what the tar was going on, it was over, and the young lady in question was picking up her hat, which was full of money. umm. " You know twinkle-toes, I believe that I should get a percent of that." She said to the girl who had danced, with what couldn't only ever truely be described as a megara smirk. If she hadn't believed in this whole hockus-pokus business before, the look on her face would have definitely assured her. But that really wasn't important, what was important was what going on here and now. It only seemed fair that if she was dragged into something that money was being made, she at least get a portion of it. Seemed logical to her. Even if her family was actually rich, Mallory never really got to spend any money. They were tight wads, unless it came to clothes, because personal apperances were everything to her family.

Perhaps that was the reason they had been so for sending her here. Because they were tired of the mental image she was leaving the family with, and it was so much easy to say she got accepted into a boarding school than to say they sent her off. Mallory was definitely different than most of her family members. Really the only person she had anything in common with was her younger brother John. John and her had always been the closest out of the family, but then she had gone and blown that friendship right out of the water by her stupid actions when she was still in junior high. If there were any regrets she would take back, it would have been shutting John out of her life. It had really hurt him, and in the long run, it had hurt her as well. Mallory mentally shook the thoughts of her family out of her head. She didn't need to think about them here and now. They were else where, and they probably where not thinking about her in the least. So why should she spare them any second thoughts?

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TAGpal.
WORDSsix-two-seven
OUTFIThere
MUSICbilly s-skye sweetnam
NOTEits lame
CREDITSisa the great at caution[/blockquote][/size]