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 Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 6:48 pm
[ [introduction] ] - juliet bridget setterfield - wanna be in my story? - those penciled in my story - what i think - where i'll be - my portable closet - the way i am - my story as of now
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 7:09 pm
[ [Juliet Bridget Setterfield: The Small Girl With a Big Heart] ]  I trust her with every move I make: ashlovesdraco! Before my mum died she named me: Juliet || Bridget || Setterfield I'd prefer it if you'd just call me: Juliet Please don't call me: Julie, Jules, Setterfield, Midget, Short Stuff Usually people seem to think that I'm a: shy, timid, and somewhat quiet girl that's nice and determined to succeed but one with a big and loving heart But really I'm: outgoing, silly, and incredibly trusting in people. And that I'm looking for someone who will love me every bit as much as I love them. There's no doubt that I'm a: girl That falls hard for those: boys Ever since day one I've been a: lioness that's loyalty lies in the house of Gryffindor My life began on: June 12th And the shiny stars say I'm a: gemini that blew out: 16 candles this year Time's almost up since I'm a: sixth year The people that I love so dearly: Lailah and Chace Setterfield and they make my blood run: half-and-half I wave a wand that's: 14 1/4 inches long, made of: rosewood with a core of: essence of hair from the mane of a male unicorn Whenever I perform the patronus charm a: a silvery and beautiful dove comes to save me Though I wanted a cat my dad bought me a: snowy owl for communication reasons That I have named: Opal Play quidditch dear?: Oh goodness no! But that doesn't stop me from cheering my team on; go gryffindor, go! Every time I look in the mirror: I see a young woman that has a youthful face that has an air of innocence to it. The shape to my face, eyes, and smile make me look innocent and sometimes younger than my age. Though my dad tells me that I have warm brown eyes just like my mum, I quite frankly, don't think that they're all that special. I mean, lots of people have brown eyes, so what makes mine so special? When I'm smiling, happy, excited, or laughing to some joke that someone near me cracked my eyes tend to light up, dance, and crinkle up a bit at the sides. I like to wear a tiny bit of smoky eye shadow, eye liner, and voluminizing mascara to make my eyes seem brighter, bigger, and more interesting to look at. I have a small nose and if you're very, very, very close to me you'll be able to see the very faint freckles that go across it. If you're more than three inches away you probably wouldn't be able to see them, that's how light they are. The freckles don't run onto my cheeks though, they're only on my nose. I have high cheek bones and when I give you even the smallest smile they get fatter. Well not really fat, but they appear bigger than they were a few seconds ago when I wasn't smiling. Sometimes I wear blush (normally if I'm feeling a bit under the weather) but I don't like to wear it a lot. Actually besides clear lip gloss and makeup for my eyes, I don't like to wear any other types of makeup. I don't see the point. I mean beauty is only skin deep and makeup won't last forever. Plus, it's what's on the inside that counts the most.
My lips aren't full, but they're pretty darn close. They almost always appear shiny because I like to wear a moisturizing lip gloss. And when I smile my lips part to show my teeth. I keep them clean so they're white. But, they're not perfectly straight. One tooth on the top and on my left (your right) is a little bit crooked. At one point my dad asked me if I wanted to wear braces for a little bit to get that tooth fixed, but I told that it was okay, a crooked tooth wasn't that big of a deal. It was like me, imperfect and stood out from the rest.
My hair's naturally wavy so it's never ever the same length day to day. It usually sits a few inches below my shoulders, but when it gets wet and I let it dry naturally it tends to bunch up and go into slightly bouncy curls. My hair, like my eyes are brown, but unlike my eyes I feel like my hair is different and fun. I like to wake up and see what length my hair will be that day. I have it cut in layers every summer and I have small bangs, not blunt ones though, but the kind that can be brushed to the side and out of your eyes. Sometimes I brush my bangs so that they sit on my forehead, but I don't like having them there that much, it gets in the way. If I wake up early enough I'll straighten my hair, I used to like it straight when it was younger but now I sort of glad that I have naturally wavy hair.
 The first thing people normally notice about me is that I'm very, very short. If grades were decided on height, then I'd fit right in with the grade school kids, no joke. I stand at a small height of 5 feet. Both of my parents were pretty small so I guess it was inevitable that I too, was going to be small. Since I'm so small, it's really hard to find clothes in my size that don't belong to the children's department. Lucky for me, my nice (but a bit eccentric) neighbor is a designer! She makes all of my clothes. I don't own a piece of clothing that wasn't made especially for me by her. She knows that I love to wear dresses so she makes me a lot of those. I like that dresses are comfortable and make me feel sophisticated at the same time, so they're about the only thing I wear when I'm not wearing my Hogwarts uniform. I do like jackets though, they add a nice touch to outfits. I wear leggings and tights underneath my dresses when it gets colder out. Sometimes I wear skirts with tank tops. One thing that I'm always wearing, no matter if I'm in a dress or super skinny jeans are high heels. I don't care if it's raining out, I'm wearing my heels. I probably own about thirty pairs of heels (all of which I bring with me) since they're the only type of shoes I buy. Also, I'm not the type of girl to wear something only once. If I like something I'll wear it until it wears out. But I do show up at Hogwarts every year with a completely new wardrobe thanks to Melrose. (My nice but eccentric neighbor) A sad story, but it's mine: My mum and dad, Lailah and Chace, lived next door to each other ever since they were both small and four years old. They grew up together as best friends that did absolutely everything together. Lailah and Chace learned how to ride bicycles together, said their first word on the same day, learned the alphabet together, and helped each other when it came to learning how to read. Later on in grade school when boys thought girls had cooties and vise versa the other boys made fun of Chace for being best friends with a girl. They told him, "You know, sooner or later you're going to get cooties! Better get your cootie shot soon Chace!" But Chace didn't care and he did not get a cootie shot. He and Lailah had fun together and that was all that mattered to him. Plus, Lailah could probably beat all the boys (including himself) in a race, she was quick on her feet.
On Lailah's eleventh birthday Chace wanted to do something extra special for her since on all her previous birthdays he found some sort of way to screw things up. Like just last year on her tenth birthday Chace bought Lailah an ice cream cake a day earlier but forgot to put it in the icebox so it was all melted by the time Lailah came over. Lailah never minded any of Chace's mess ups, she thought it was funny that he tried so hard to make her birthday great but always ended finding some way to mess it all up. But this year Chace was determined to make everything go by smoothly with no mistakes. Present in hand, Chace walked next door to Lailah's house. He rang the doorbell, patiently waiting for Lailah to answer with her easy and ready smile. When no one answered after a while, Chace rung the doorbell again. And again. And again. And again. Just when he was about to press the doorbell for the sixth time Lailah's mom answered the door with a distressed look on her face. She told Chace that he wasn't allowed to see Lailah today, why not come back tomorrow? Confused, he handed her Lailah's present and walked back to his house, wondering why he wasn't allowed to see Lailah for the first time ever. And on her birthday of all days?
When he got home Chace sadly and slowly put away all the things he has gotten ready for Lailah's birthday: the picnic lunch he and his mum made, the apple pie he begged his mom to make so he would repeat last years mistake, the blown up balloons, and the red wagon that he put streamers on. All through the day Chace kept glancing at the clock and at Lailah's house, wondering what she was doing. And then, around dinner time Chace became worried, very worried. What if Lailah was having problems with her heart again? What if she was about to die and he wasn't going to be there to say goodbye? Shaking and scared, Chace wanted to run over to her house and break down the door, but he knew that he couldn't, so he waited. Waited for a sign that his best friend in the whole world was still okay.
It wasn't until late into the night, when Chace was sound asleep in his race car sheets, that his sign came. A rock hit his window, waking Chace up. He laid in his bed, eyes wide open, waiting to see if the noise would occur again. When he heard the noise for the third time he quietly got out of bed and looked at his window. It was Lailah in her nightgown! He opened his window, wincing at the squeak it made. "Now I hope you're not expecting me to sing to you Chace," Lailah said as Chace responded with a laugh and a quiet "No." The clock read 11:30 as Chace crept through the kitchen his pajamas and slippers to go meet with his best friend. With a second thought he grabbed for a flashlight and the apple pie that his mum made for her.
Lailah was sitting on a lawn chair in the backyard when Chace found her. She looked nervous and anxious at the same time. Chace turned on his flashlight and as he inched closer he saw that she was holding an envelope. It looked important, very important. As Chace sat next to her and handed her the apple pie that was now cold Lailah murmured a small thanks and handed him her letter with a solemn look on her face. Chace had never seen her so serious before in his whole eleven years of life. He took the letter and read through it, first worried that it was from the hospital, but was reassured when he saw it was from a school. Wait, not just any ordinary school, a school of magic, a school where witches and wizards went. Lailah was a witch! Chace's eyes widened, his best friend was a witch! He looked at Lailah who had was watching him with a worried look on her face, she didn't know how he was going to take news as big as this. "What do you think?" Lailah asked quietly. "I think....it's cool! Very, very cool," Chace smiled as his best friend and opened his arms for a hug. Lailah hugged him, relieved that he understood. For once, she didn't feel ashamed of her family's secret. It felt extremely good that now somebody outside of her family knew that she was magical.
 Lailah went onto Hogwarts in the fall leaving Chace alone at his muggle school. He had no friends there besides Lailah so he was ecstatic to see her again during the summer. It was then when they promised each other that they'd make the most of the summers they had together. All year Chace would long for the summer to come, being around Lailah was all that mattered to him now. He soon found out that he was in love with her.
It wasn't until Chace graduated when he finally worked up the courage to ask out Lailah. He was afraid that since they were practically family that she'd laugh and ask him if he was serious. Much to Chace's relief she said yes and even confessed that she had been waiting for this day to come for quite some time now. Their relationship started out slow, both nervous but ready to become serious. Three years later Chace finally proposed to Lailah and in five months the best friends finally became husband and wife. About a year and a half into their marriage Lailah was found out that she was pregnant, and I'm hoping that you all know who she was pregnant with...why, me of course!
I was born on a quiet and warm June 12th, light sprinkles of rain were falling from the sky as I was being brought home from the hospital, wrapped in my mum's warm but frail arms. My parents always told me that I was quiet even when I was a baby, that I hardly ever cried. That most of the time I only cried when I was alone or when I did something stupid like try to jump over all the plastic baby fences they put up around the house. Oh how I disliked those fences, they made me feel as though I was trapped, alone, and unwanted. I guess that's why I've always craved to be wanted by others, because of those stupid, plastic baby fences. I know it they were put up only to protect me from getting hurt but I still didn't like them; I didn't like them one bit.
Just in case if I wasn't going to be magical like my mum, my parents sent me to a muggle preschool. I was so excited to go to school, I was practically bouncing in the car while my dad was driving me in for my very first day. I didn't have very many friends where I lived because I was too shy to go outside and introduce myself to the other kids, so I thought school would be the perfect opportunity to make some real friends. Just like I had hoped, everybody had to introduce themselves in front of the class and teachers. I listened carefully, memorizing everyones names and the things that they did for fun. When it came to be my turn to introduce myself I was so excited for the other kids to get to know me that I jumped out of my seat, which fell and hit the ground while I watched it, hearing all the other kids laughing at me. The teachers hurriedly got them quiet but I could tell by their eyes that they were still laughing at me on the inside. Ashamed, I ran a small hand through my brown hair before telling them quietly that I like to play games with my parents. Then a girl with blond pigtails burst out, "So you don't have any friends besides your parents?" I blushed a bright red before whispering a small, "no." The kids roared with laughter and pointed at me, saying mean things. I felt tears run down my face as I ran to the teacher, whose leg I clung onto. Before I knew it, my parents were called and my dad was picking me up like a limp rag doll and placing me in my booster seat in the car. I never went back to that preschool ever again.
Actually, I never did go back to any muggle school. Instead, my mum home schooled me. Of course she wasn't a muggle, but since my dad was busy with work all the time, she did the best that she could, trying to remember what she had learned in muggle elementary school; before she attended Hogwarts. I learned all the basics: the alphabet, how to read, write, simple mathematics and sciences. (Such as how things worked) Though I didn't like having to learn all that much, I was glad I didn't have to go back to an awful muggle school.
On a regular Monday (math day for me), I went up to my room to finish a worksheet filled with addition and subtraction problems. When I was done I skipped down the stairs to show my mum. She wasn't feeling too well earlier so hoped that this would make her feel better, I even wrote in her favorite color, bright orange. But when I went into the living room where the telly was on I saw that she was sitting in her favorite rocking chair with her eyes closed. "Mum," I said, "I finished my math worksheet! Just like you asked!" I put the piece of paper on her lap. "Look! I even wrote in orange, your favorite color!" I smiled up at her, waiting for her to open her eyes. Realizing that her eyes weren't going to open anytime soon, my smile faded and my eyes began to become hot with ready to fall tears. My vision was blurred as I put my ear to her chest, her heart wasn't beating, she was...dead. I cried and cried and cried. I tried calling my dad at work but each time I called his secretary said he was busy. When he finally came home all I could do was point to where she sat in the living room, whimpering. I was seven at the time.
After that horrible, horrible Monday my dad started to work at home. He turned the guest bedroom into his office, where he sat all day working, typing on his typewriter and talking on the phone. I went in every once in a while to check up on him, but he always looked to busy to play some games with me. I played with my stuffed animals and dolls in my room by myself, still too shy to go outside and meet the kids that lived near me. And then the doorbell started ringing, people were bringing in home cooked meals, telling me how sad and sorry that my mum died so young. Even though I took the meals they so kindly cooked in memory of my mum, I trashed them as soon as I closed the door. I couldn't bring myself to eat something that was made only because my mum died. It'd be wrong when you loved someone so much, right?
Soon I learned how to take care of myself..and my dad. Without mum around it was almost as if he couldn't think straight anymore or that he was always half asleep. He had to go to meetings every once in a while so he left me with my neighbor, the eccentric Melrose. But I always checked him before he raced out that door. Something was always wrong or missing. Such as: a crooked tie, shoes on the wrong feet, a shoe missing, clothes so wrinkled you'd think that he balled them up before wearing them, and one time he tried to go to a meeting without any pants on! Of course with that last one I sent him back upstairs to put some pants on. Other times I would just giggle and get whatever he was missing or fix what was wrong or got him a fresh pair of clothes out of the dryer. I think without me he would have been lost. Poor thing, I know he loved mum just as much as I did if not more. Loosing her hit us both pretty hard.
You know how most children jump with joy when their birthday comes? Well that's not excatly what I did on my elventh birthday. I knew that today would be the day when I might or might not get my letter of acceptance from Hogwarts. I got out of my green polka dot sheets carefully that morning, not feeling the rush of happiness I normally felt when I was another year older. I went across the hall to see if my dad was out of bed, which he was. I thought that he was probably all ready in his office, typing away on that typewriter of his, forgetting that today was his only daughter's birthday. I quietly walked down the wooden stairs, hungry for a bowl of cereal and milk. And I walked into the kitchen to surprisingly find my dad all ready sitting at the kitchen table with my favorite cereal and bowl set out, with a big smile on his face. It was the first time I had seen him smile in a long time. He hadn't smiled since before mum died. I saw an envelope on my place at the table and I knew that I had gotten into Hogwarts, and I was excited, really, really excited.
 My first year at Hogwarts was tough. I think it was because I really opened up for the first time when I was being sorted. I bravely told the sorting hat that I needed to be strong, strong for myself, and strong for my dad, while he played around with my thoughts and head. I must admit, I was pretty surprised when I was sorted into gryffindor, I had expected hufflepuff, but I was thrilled anyway. Soon, I was able to let go of all of my fears and make friends for the first time ever. (Such as a lovely boy named Laurence Craig, he too was a gryffindor, and in the same year as me) For once I felt as though I belonged somewhere, a place that wasn't back at home with my lost but loving dad.
My third year was when I became involved in my first relationship with a boy. And that boy was Laurence Xavier Craig. He, like me, was a third year gryffindor. We went out for quite a while, and I really, really liked him. No wait, I loved him. He was handsome and he made me feel happy and so alive. But unfortunately, he didn't love me back. Three days before school was about to let out for the summer, (this summer, the summer before my sixth year) Laurence broke things off between us. My heart shattered into a tiny million pieces. I really loved this boy. And just when I thought things were about to become serious, he had the nerve to break up with me. And for another girl! Though I know I shouldn't, I still want him, but he can't have me. Not after what he did.
I'm now going into my sixth year at Hogwarts with a broken heart, but I'll live. I'm a brave lioness, I can handle anything, right? I'm just me, Juliet Bridget Setterfield: Okay, first things first, I basically have a duo-personality that makes me, me, but I'm a gemini, so it's pretty normal. I have a shy and quiet side along with an outgoing and pretty silly side. If you're my friend, you'll see both sides of me. If you aren't my friend then you've probably only seen the shy and quiet side of me. It's just that ever since that incident where I had all those kids laughing at me I've been kind of shy around people that I don't know all that well. I don't mean to be, but I guess that incident still haunts me to this day. A good thing is that after you and I have an actual conversation the shyness in me just kind of melts away...like magic. Once I know that you're okay and not out to hurt me I open up and act like myself around you. But, if I can't tell if you're a good person after our conversation, I just might have to talk to you a few more times before I'll open up to you.
Once I know that you're all right and not out to hurt me you'll see that I can be pretty outgoing and silly. I like doing things that excite me and keep me on the edge of me seat and most of the time they end up being stupid things that get me in some sort of trouble. And just like my appearance, I might seem a bit like a kid myself. I think it's because I never really had the chance to really be a kid since I was always looking out for my dad. If it's a beautifully sunny day outside don't be surprised if I drag you outside to skip or run outside on the grounds, especially in the meadow-y areas that have flowers. I'll kick off my heels, grab onto your hand (no matter how many times you protest), and go, go, go!
One thing that everyone sees is that I'm incredibly trusting in practically everyone. I feel as though I can rely on just about anyone I know, since they can rely on me. Though I won't always tell you my secrets I will trust you enough to tell you other things. If you lost one of your textbooks then I'll give you mine, just as long you promise to give it back when I have that particular class!
I have a pretty big heart for someone who is so teeny tiny. I care a ton for all of my friends, family, and my neighbor Melrose. I'm a very "all-or-nothing" girl when it comes to relationships with my family, friends, or that special someone. When I love anyone, I love them with all my heart. Of course, that does set me out for a lot of heart break but it's the way I was raised. I was raised with love and I just want to share it with the people I care the most about. I grew up with people loving and trusting me, so I want the people I care about to know that I trust them and just really appreciate them. If I walk by someone who's upset, no matter what house they're in, I'll go up and see if things are okay. I hate seeing other people cry because I know that I too have cried so many times in my life. I'm most likely the first person to open their arms for a warm hug and the last person to remove their arms from the embrace. I let people cry on my shoulders, not caring that they might ruin my outfit with their tears (and though I hope not!) snot.
 No matter if you know me or not you'll probably be able to see that I smile easily. Say something remotely nice? I'll give you a small smile in return. Feel bad about something? I'll tell you that everything's going to be all right and give you a warm smile. Say something funny? Then, I just might giggle or laugh. One time when I was little and I laughed at home, my dad said that a giggle or laugh is a smile that exploded, that's why you just can't seem to hold your laugh in. Funny, huh?
Also, I kind of have a soft spot for the younger students at Hogwarts. Though my fellow upperclassmen tend to get annoyed by the younger students, I can't help but think they're adorable. Maybe it's because I never had a younger sibling to annoy me. I think if I did have a younger sibling I wouldn't like the younger students as much as I do. I'm known to help them find their way to their next class..only to be late for my next one! Of course that excuse doesn't really fly with the teachers so I find myself in detention..again. I luffles:
Laurance Xavier Craig (I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it! I..just do, okay?)
My dad and remembering my mum
My eccentric neighbor Melrose
Loving others and being loved back
Trusting people and being trusted back
Acting like a kid
Skipping in meadows, especially ones with flowers
Beautifully sunny days
Dancing in the rain
Dresses
High heels
Stuffed Animals I don't luffles:
People who might end up hurting me
Detentions
Seeing people cry
Tears
Having my heart broken
Liars
Not being trusted
People who make fun of my height
Being alone and unwanted
Laurence Xavier Craig P.S!: I'm extremely ticklish but I won't ever admit it. And also, I know I'm short, so please don't make fun of me for it. At least try to come up with something more original. introduction - [ [juliet bridget setterfield] ] - wanna be in my story? - those penciled in my story - what i think - where i'll be - my portable closet - the way i am - my story as of now
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 8:02 pm
 True LoveI'd rather waste my life pretending than have to forget you for one whole minuteCurrent BoyfriendHopeless, head over heels in the momentPossible Future BoyfriendOh hey this could be something real, I gotta let you know the way I feelShameless FlirtingBaby, don't be getle, I can handle anythingTaking Second GlancesDon't be surprised if you catch me gazingCuriosityWhat's your name, oh, I really wanna knowBest FriendsI'll be your best friend and you'll be mineClose FriendsWe're feeling so good, just the way that we doJust FriendsLike the little school mate in the school yardBecoming FriendsWhenever one door closes, I hope one more opensAcquaintancesStop stalling, make a name for yourselfMutual HatredI got a lot to say to you, yeah, I got a lot to saySecret HatredI bet to them your name is "Cheap," I bet to them you look like shh...Using JulietYou put the load, put the load, right on meJealous of JulietSo many girls be checkin' my style, but I don't even care, noEx BoyfriendI never meant to cause you no pain, when I said I never wanted to see you againAnnoyanceBecause you say so under your breathThe Jonas Brothers, Not Like Them, Ashley Tisdale, Jesse McCartney, Panic at the Disco, Lee Ann Womack, Fergie, Paramore[[Fill one out and send to: ashlovesdraco!]] [size=9][color=...][u][b]Name:[/b][/u][/color] (First, Middle, and Last, please!)
[color=...][u][b]Year[/b][/u][/color] (1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th year)
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[color=...][u][b]Relationship:[/b][/u][/color] (List the Different Types)
[color=...][u][b]What you think of Juliet:[/b][/u][/color] "(1st person please!)"
[color=...][u][b]History, if any:[/b][/u][/color] (How we met and why we're where we're at)
[color=...][u][b]Plot ideas:[/b][/u][/color] (Please try to go in depth with these!) [/size] "And as our relationships change, so does your form, so send a new one to Ash (ashlovesdraco!) when things change for the better or worse between us! Hopefully for the better."introduction - juliet bridget setterfield - [ [wanna be in my story?] ] - those penciled in my story - what i think - where i'll be - my portable closet - the way i am - my story as of now
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 7:10 am
[ [those penciled in my story] ] [ [gryffindors] ]
[ [hufflepuffs] ]
[ [slytherins] ]
[ [ravenclaws] ] introduction -juliet bridget setterfield - wanna be in my story? - [ [those penciled in my story] ] - what i think - where i'll be - my portable closet - the way i am - my story as of now
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 7:29 am
[ [what i think] ] [ [gryffindors] ] [ [hufflepuffs] ] [ [slytherins] ] [ [ravenclaws] ] introduction - juliet bridget setterfield - wanna be in my story? - those penciled in my story - [ [what i think] ] - where i'll be - my portable closet - the way i am - my story as of now
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 7:32 am
[ [where i'll be] ] introduction - juliet bridget setterfield - wanna be in my story? - those penciled in my story - what i think - [ [where i'll be] ] - my portable closet - the way i am - my story as of now
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 7:41 am
[ [my portable closet] ] [ [currently wearing] ] [ [neatly in the trunk] ] introduction - juliet bridget setterfield - wanna be in my story? - those penciled in my story - what i think - where i'll be - [ [my portable closet] ] - the way i am - my story as of now
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 7:44 am
[ [the way i am] ]  I'm feeling: anxious and nervous about the new school year.
I'm thinking:
I'm with:
I'm wearing: a blue, cotton dress that my neighbor Melrose made for me. If you want specifics then look in the post above.
I really wish that: I could stop thinking about Laurence and that'd I'd just get over him all ready. He broke my heart and hurt me...ugh. Why do I still love him???!!!!introduction - juliet bridget setterfield - wanna be in my story? - those penciled in my story - what i think - where i'll be - my portable closet - [ [the way i am] ] - my story as of now
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 7:46 am
[ [my story as of now] ] introduction - juliet bridget setterfield - wanna be in my story? - those penciled in my story - what i think - where i'll be - my portable closet - the way i am - [ [my story as of now] ]
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 3:59 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 4:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 02, 2008 4:01 pm
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