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 Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 7:00 am
Sage's room:  Angel's room:  kitchen:  Living room: 
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 7:09 am
Sage looked down at her camera. She was sitting on the cough looking at her old pictures. She sighed as she passed through pictures of her family, friends, and ex boyfriend who she had left behind. A tear rolled down her cheek and she quickly whiped it away.
Angel looked at her and put his arm around her. "It'll be fine, why don't you go and make new friends?" He smiled sweetly.
Sage nodded and slowly walked out the door.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 3:49 pm
  ════════════════════════════ ✖✖✖ Connie stood right in front of the door, hating the fact that this was just like the situation with his younger sister. He turned the knob, the door swinging open, ❝ Where the hell are you?! ❞
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 3:53 pm
I am the ghost,the ghost in the mirror that recreates;  Versa saw the Connie and ran next to him, "Chill." She whispered touching his shoulder, "It would work better if we talked, not beat the sh*t out of him."
Painting your sole with every color you hate.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 3:54 pm
Angel was on the couch, staring at the ceiling in thought. He was so in thought that he hadnt heard Connie come in, or even speak to him. The glass was shattered, still, all over the floor and tears were still dry on his face, clearly seen.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 3:57 pm
════════════════════════════ ✖✖✖ Connie narrowed her eyes at Versa, ❝ I'm supposed to talk to this guy? Sure I'll talk to him... with my fist. Like he doesn't do that to Sage, right? Oh that makes perfect sense. ❞
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 3:59 pm
I am the ghost,the ghost in the mirror that recreates; Versa sighed knowing her logic wasn't as well planed as she had hoped. She looked at Angel, "We need to talk about your sister dude." She spoke quietly not wanting to scar or set him off. "Connie just don't do anything please."
Painting your sole with every color you hate.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 4:00 pm
Angel looked up and saw the two at the door. He'd lost his train of thought and was now aware of who these people were. He took a deep breath and got up, walking toward them silently. 
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 4:04 pm
I am the ghost,the ghost in the mirror that recreates; Versa bit her lip hoping that Connie would wait for some kind of explanation, "Angel?" She asked having goose bumps along her arms, the glass on the floor almost taunting the way it looked back at her.
Painting your sole with every color you hate.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 4:05 pm
════════════════════════════ ✖✖✖ Connie leaned against the door, he glared at Versa; thinking 'Like I should listen to you. Aren't you the one that stole someone's boyfriend. I bet you didn't do so much of a good job talking to the girl.' He forced himself not to say t out loud, and turned to Angel
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 4:07 pm
(( good one!! XP )) Angel looked at the two, his eyes still teary. "Where is she?" He asked his voice cracked. "Please tell me..."
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 4:13 pm
I am the ghost,the ghost in the mirror that recreates; Versa sighed feeling his glare, she knew she was a b***h and hell she wouldn't let someone's blood on her hands. "What happend Angel?"
Painting your sole with every color you hate.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 4:18 pm
He looked down. "I messed up..." He told them. "I'm such an idiot... She said i wasnt part of the family anymore, that she wanted to live with her new family, i was too over protective... And she started pushing me, so I punched her, I didn't mean to... not that hard at least..." He said a tear rolling down his cheek. "She broke the glass frame that held our family portrait when we were younge, and slammed the door, taking her knife with her..." He looked up. "Is she dead?!" He panicked.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 4:22 pm
I am the ghost,the ghost in the mirror that recreates; "No, she's with Lexie and Zane." She pulled the bangs out of her face, "She hurt herself Angel."
Painting your sole with every color you hate.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 4:24 pm
He looked at Connie. "Punch me... as hard as you can. I need to feel the pain she fealt..."
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