Over Thinking (Avery)

[Emi Bell]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I AM A HOSTAGE, TO MY OWN HUMANITY The Words: too lazy to check The Outfit: clicky The Notes hey (: It was just one of those days already. She had woken up around eleven, normal for her on a Saturday of course. She got dressed in shorts, a tank, and an over sweatshirt type deal. She threw on her gray converse, some jewelry, and grabbed her phone and guitar and headed out. Today just felt like the day to go play at the park. It seemed nice enough outside, and she hadn’t been there in a while, so, why not go there? It took her awhile to get there of course, not having a car or not being legally allowed to drive as well. She saw people make sly comments about her and her shorts, but she didn’t care. It felt good outside to her. She didn’t mind the cold at all. Once Emi got to the park, she got her usual spot on the bench under the tall oak tree. She smiled as she saw the usual folks pass by from running and the kids that were around with their parents on Saturday mornings. She smiled at the kids that waved to her and knew her well. She felt accomplished in the area of at least being social with the people around the school. The one’s inside the school however, was a different thing. She didn’t have many friends, rather acquaintances that she knew very well. The curly red head sighed about the fact as she got her guitar out. It was a sad life, but she didn’t mind. No close people, no hurt feelings if anything happened to them. She shook her head back and forth, but quickly stopped as the regular crowd of kids gathered around her. She couldn’t help but smile at the small children sitting cross legged, waiting for her to start playing. She bit her bottom lip and tuned up her guitar. She looked out to the crowd and saw about four kids sitting in a little semi-circle, waiting for her to play a song. She started to play Over Thinking from Relient K. The kids’ faces lit up and smiled as she started to play. ”I was thinking, over thinking. That there’s just too many scenarios. To analyze, look in my eyes. Cause your my dream please come true.” She couldn’t help but smile and giggle a little bit while playing the song to the little kids. Little kids could be amused by anything nowadays, especially by someone who could play an instrument. After she finished out the song, the little kids started to leave one by one. She half smiled and looked down at the ground at her shoes. She swung her legs back and forth, being a very small girl. She became sad when the kids all left; she had lost her fans. Well, now she guessed that she would just have to play by herself. She started to play Be My Escape from, once again, Relient K. She absolutely loves the band so much. She could never get enough of them. She wasn’t sure why she loved the band so much, but she didn’t care. She loved the vocals and all the chords and whatnot for their songs. ”I’m giving up, I’m givin up slowly. I’m blending in so you won’t even know me, apart from this whole world that shares my fate.” Playing music in general made her smile very wide. Piano and guitar were her favorites to play of course; it’s the instruments she originally learned on to play. However, she thought she was no good at it. She was good at the more drawing side of the picture. She grinned at her joke. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[Avery Daniels]

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[Emi Bell]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I AM A HOSTAGE, TO MY OWN HUMANITY The Words: too lazy to check The Outfit: clicky The Notes hey (: She sighed after she was done. She didn't know why she didn't come to the park more often. The people here were so nice and whatnot, always sitting around and listening to her when the had time. She looked down and sat her head down on her guitar. She started plucking the strings, retuning after the two songs because she played the guitar with much force and power, she usually made the strings go out of tune within a few songs. Which, was a good and a bad thing. The good thing was she could make a lot of sound come out of the guitar, bad thing is well, the out of tune thing going on. After retuning, she played a few chords and smiled once again at the wonderful sound that the stringed instrument produced. Her head shot up when she heard a male voice saying that it was beautiful. She couldn't help but blush at the compliment and without looking up at the guy, she responded, "Uh. Thank you. I um, have been playing guitar for awhile now." Her father had taught her guitar while her piano skills came from piano lessons. She looked up at the voice and saw a very handsome guy standing before her. He had short, shaggy hair that was mixed with blond and brown. He had dark brown eyes and pale skin like hers; not as pale, but she was used to that. He said that the song sounded better coming from her. She blushed again and looked down, swinging her legs back and forth, "Thanks." From that sentence, she could tell he wasn't an avid Relient K fan, but she didn't mind. People had different tastes in music of course. She wasn't big on country, but apparently Relient K was in the "country" category of things. There were, of course, other things she couldn't stand at all like rap, but she still liked some rap like 3OH!3 and the small Linkin Park stuff. There were the goods and the bads in all cateogry of music; it just varried from person to person. The boy then asked if she went to Kingswood. She nodded, looking up at him, "Yep. I'm only a freshman though, so you that's why you probably haven't seen me." However, she was apart of the choir, drama, and key club at the school. However, the school year had basically just started up, so getting her face around the school for things wasn't exact one, on her to-do list, and two, haven't had chances to happen yet. She always wanted to be behind the camera, thus being a painter and photographer or course. However, she still enjoyed helping others out and sometimes being the center of attention, but only for just a minute or so. However, looking at the boy more carefully now, she realized something, "Aren't you the key club vice president? I'm just a loley new member." She kind of smirked at her own comment. It was true though. New freshman members didn't get much recognition in anything they joined. She didn't mind though of course. If she can help people out without being recognized or anything, she'd be good. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[Avery Daniels]

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[Emi Bell]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I AM A HOSTAGE, TO MY OWN HUMANITY The Words: too lazy to check The Outfit: clicky The Notes hey (: She couldn't help but kind of smile when he said he had horrible coordination before basketball, so he wasn't that good. "Come on. I bet you weren't that bad." She liked making people feel better, which meant kind of lying even if it was true. Then again, she didn't know this boy that well, for she had just met him. Maybe he was just not trying to show off anything. "Would you like to try again?" she asked. She hated lending her guitar out, but she would have liked to hear him try and play. "Don't be shy." She leaned the guitar up against the bench. She wasn't sure if he would take the offer or not, but she would still be interested to hear him play. She didn't think she was that good, but apparently this guy thought she was, which was a self-esteem booster for her, which she pretty much needed. She caught him looked at her, maybe like studying her. He then mentioned that she would be his first red head friend and it looked unique on her. She smiled and giggled a little bit, "Why thank you. My hair was kind of this light red before, but then I dyed it to be this bright." She always felt the need to explain the whole hair thing to people. Usually people would ask about the hair first and how she got it to be that bright. It took a few different times of trial and error, but about the fifth time, it came out just right. She then bgan playing with her hair, twirling her finger around her curls and tucking some of her hair behind her right ear, showing off her double piercings and industrial. The industrial was new and still kind of new, and painful. She tried her best not to wince or anything when she accidentally touched it. He then went on to explaining how he remembered his freshman year, laughing about it. He said that he can be oblivious to names and faces, and probably could have seen her around before. She smiled, but not really remembering him in the halls though. He was kind of cute, so she would have remembered seeing him in the halls after a certain class out of the day. She didn't want to just correct him though, because she didn't want to come off as a creeper or anything. And plus, she didn't want to come off as argumentitive either. He also seemed a little shy, probably because of his voice most of all. It wasn't the deepest thing in the world she had noticed, but she didn't really mind. It was adorable to her really. Besides, the Sleeping with Sirens guy had a high voice and he was awesome. He confirmed that he was the vice president of key blub and said he loved helping out whenever he could. She smiled, "Me too. I just don't like getting too much attention for doing it. I just wanna help people." He continued on and said they were all equals in key club. Well, it was nice to know that small fact. He also mentioned a meeting after school next week and hanging out. She smiled, "Sounds like fun. But, I'm guessing 'hanging out' at a meeting means coming up with ideas for helping out the community. We could go pick up something to eat afterwards though if you'd like." She felt acomplished. She had just come here for a simple day in the park, and had made a new friend. A cute one, but still. He seemed super nice and very into some of the things she was into. "Do you do anything else besides key club?" created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[Avery Daniels]

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