Grow up or Shut up.

I slowly blink away the sleep from my eyes. I panic for a second, wondering why I didn't see anything, until I finally remembered that I taped newspapers to the windows last night, after burning through half of a joint, in my madness. A few stray rays of sun shined through the places I had missed, filtered by a grimy window.

My head felt like it was pulsing as I groggily lifted myself off of the couch, but instantly fell back down again. "Sh-Shit.." I growled, cradling my head in my hands.

Things were so much easier The Day After back in my "home". The maid somehow always knew exactly which days to slip in a couple Advils on my breakfast tray, when she brought it up. Now breakfast consisted of whatever I had in the fridge.

It had been two months now, since I had gotten my own place. Granted, it was difficult, and took a large chunk out of my drug money, but it was better than the hellhole of a "home" I had before, mansion or not. The sooner the two of them got a divorce, the better.

But my brother. "No." I spit, out loud. "He's dead to you now, Blake." I shook my head again, but it didn't help the headache. "Dead."

Name: Lulu
Nicknames: Luluzer, Double Lu, Spaztard, and plenty more. (:
Age: 14
Gender: Femaleee. As far as I know?

Hair Color: Blackkk.
Hair Style: Medium length, straight, usually flipped to one side. MAH SIDEBANGS KEEP FALLIN' IN MAH EYES! On picture day, the photographer got pissed at me because it wouldn't stay outta my face. (:
Eye Color: Brown. BLECKK.
Height: 5'3. I know I'mma midget. Shup.
Body: Uhm. Average, I guess. Gotta little flub here and there, but seriously, who doesn't?
Skin Color: Kinda tan? Iguess?
Tattoos: No. ): I wish I did though ;D
What are you wearing?: Perv. Uhm, a smurf tshirt and ripped jeans. CONVERSEE.
Personality: Quirky, random bursts of energy, positive, sarcastic, outgoing, usually social, friendly, but I'm prejudiced against the "popular" clique. They irk me. Who wants to be normal and cool when you can be weird? ;D Storyofmylife. MY INDIAN NAME IS TRIPS ON SUNLIGHT.
Sexuality: Straight
Status: Single and nooot lookingggg.

Anything else?: I'm actually a ninja in disguise. I'm obsessed with MLIA, not so much FML, ILOVEEEMUSICCCC. I played the piano for like six years (that's the most asian I gett.) but brokenly, because I didn't have the patience to sustain it. I play guitar, but frankly I suck. (: ALL 'DESE PEEPS ON BW BE ALL, "Oh lookie. I'm schmexayy. I can play the guitar. Lemme virtually seduce you. -Insert pedo smiley-" but I couldn't ever do that. I'd probably have them gagging before they realized I was trying to flirt. I can play basic chords/strum patterns, but I'm still learninggg. I'm really sarcastic, don't let it get to you though, it's just my failed attempt at humoring you. I'mma tom boy, have been since as long as I can rememberr. Something really weird about me is that I don't bruise easily, but I scar easily. I actually like scars though. Does that sound emo? IPROMISEI'MNOT. I've got nothing against people who cut though, no worries (: I just like them because they remind me of how I got them, and they're like small post its of memories. OH! I'm an asian defect! I CANT DO MATH FOR MAH LIFEEEE. Give me a math problem, I'll give it right back to you. I don't value academics very much, frequently procrastinate, and -GASP, I DONT TAKE SAT COURSES. Asian fail. (:

YEAAAAAAAAAAAP. That's about it.


Role: The happy person everybody needs. Ya know. The spaz in the corner sniffing white stuff. Upon closer inspection, you realize it's pixie sticks powder. I'm actually one of the lost ninja turtles in disguise, seeking her lost comrades. DONTTELLANYONE.

ooc- thelastawkwardturtle ur name and role please xD?
Sure lulu start anytime. I added everyone else so ya if u want to start its ok :]!

I grab her arm and we head towards the car. It was only a cupple blocks down, I was panting before I got there. I laugh then wave at the girl standing by the house next door. We get to the car and I turn the keys smileing. The radio turns on and blasts something from Owl City. I start driveing and we pass startbucks. I could still see that girl in the window reading her book.

"Were here" I said as we stoped at the parking lot. I parked it right beside a corvette. I opened the door and it hit the car a little. Hopeing Bray dosn't see. We hold hans walking down to the movies. As we get inside I kiss her and smile. She was so perfact. I order the tickets while she just stands there waiting by the video game section. I was thinking in the line, I wonder what blake was up to? I get the tickets to ZobieLand then wave at Bray heading back to her looking at the posters.

OOC: I'm Blake, Tyler. Your brother from page three. The drugee? Remember? xD Or Jacob Blake Ray

ooc - NOOO. DANG NABBIT, TYLURRR. The second "L" isn't capitalized. "Lulu", not "LuLu". EVERYBODY DOES THAT. xD

Okay. I think I've got this figured out. Like, flipping pages and stuff? But still. I don't want to make a bio. Jake? buddy? BEST FRAND. Help me out?

HAAAI GUYS . :]

This is Hartley . I'm SO utterly confused about this site, so sorrraay if I have some troubles and if I'm slow . xD

ANYWAYS . I don't have my bio, since its currently on the retarded site called facebook and the BW application is all... POOF . :/

BUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT ! Nevertheless, I shall join . :] I'll just post it sometime soonnnn .

ooc: U could have just said so Jacob xD!
Hartely I just made this bio radumly ust waiting for bray to reply hop right in people.

I muster up all the will power in me, and push myself off of the couch. My vision spinning, I stumble down the stairs, falling down the last of them with a resounding thud. "Arrghhh.." I groan, my throbbing head about to explode. I spot a filthy girl washing her face in my birdbath outside. "HEY." I yell at her, wincing at how feeble and groggy my voice sounded. Fantastic morning.

I look up, my face still wet with filthy, feathery water and see a mess of a boy. He probably looked as bad as me, if not worse. I grimaced, and grabbed my backpack. He didn't look so happy, and was obviously not in the right state of mind to deal with someone trespassing on his property. Probably on multiple drugs, including ones such as Prozac.

I slowly grab my backpack on the ground, and slug it over my shoulder, keeping my eyes on him. Suddenly, I run unexpectedly towards the house, to the street near it. Maybe if I was near people, he wouldn't hurt me. As bad.

I roll my eyes as the girl runs away. I was used to it. I couldn't look too handsome right now. My normally already pale skin was practically albaster, and my eyes, bloodshot. "Wai-" I stopped myself mid-sentence, and cleared my throat.

"Wait." I commanded firmly. I tried to lift myself up, but fell right back down again. My face flushed furiously, humiliated, angry at myself. But I quickly shut my eyes, and took a few deep breaths. Inhale.. Exhale..

After a few more seconds, I opened my eyes again, having rediscovered my patience. "Well? What're you standing there for? Help me up."

Halfway to the door, I hear him fall again. I stop suddenly, unable to explain my sympathy for the falling boy. The helplessness in his first attempt of speaking, the groan as he hit the floor. Reminded me of something familiar. Someone familiar. My sister.

It hits me like a physical blow, kicking the air out of my lungs. This is the same state she was a few years ago, before she lost it. By loosing it, I mean actually loosing us. I haven't heard from her in months. She had the same diluted pain in her voice, and the same shallow look in her eyes. I sighed, and walked to the boy.

Rubbing my grimy hands on my jeans, I offer my help. A dainty, dirty hand.

I raise an eyebrow at her filthy hand, but shrug inwardly, and take it.

"Thanks" I say roughly, pulling myself up. I scrutinized her face, wondering why she had even bothered helping me, and what caused her to cringe at my voice. Probably how pathetic it sounded. Who was she to judge?

"Your name?" I asked, clearing my throat again. I tugged my hood back over my eyes, then shoved my hands into my pockets, so that she wouldn't notice how clammy and sweaty they were, if she already hadn't.

I wipe my hand on my jeans again, trying indiscreetly to get the sweat from his off. I cross my hands in front of my chest, and grunt.

"Spencer. Spencer Holloway." I say, using my alias of a last name. I would not continue my life with the burden of my fathers name, attaching me to him forever. Silversteen. The thought of it made me shutter. I awkwardly squinted my eyes as the morning sun glared into them, making them water slightly. I hated mornings.

"Well." I say, pretending to stretch my arms.
"Guess I, er, gotta run?" My voice gets higher at the end of my sentence, showing my indecision. Mistake.

I snort, smirking beneath my hood, and looked her over. The girl, Spencer, looked about seventeen, perhaps eighteen. Just simply looking at her collapsing excuse for shoes, even without the virtual question mark at the end of her sentence showed me that she had nowhere to go.

"Right." I mumbled, tugging my hood down further, but it bounces back up again. I give up, and leave it the way it already was, and shove my hand angrily back into my pocket. I spun on my heel, and began to climb up the stairs, but something about her told me that she was on the streets for more or less the same reason I was. To escape.

"Well you're welcome to stay at my place if you want. Mind, it's not much, and the odor's an acquired smell, but it's a home." The words spilled from my tongue faster than I could stop them. I kept my back turned, and stayed silent for a couple moments, before taking another step up.

My mouth drops a bit as he says I can stay with him. Awkwardly, I open and close my mouth a few times, not sure what to say. I then hike up my backpack and follow him, sure my voice would betray my feelings. A mix between awe, shock, happiness, and fear.

I climbed the stairs behind him, stealing a few glances from looking at my feet to the back of his head. Hooded, of course, but I imagined what he would be like. What type of a person he was. I shook my head, smiling a bit. Stupid question. I'd probably be kicked out in a few hours.

Wrinkling my nose, I entered his apartment. It stunk. Bad. But who was I to talk? I stunk too.

"Uhm, y-yeah.. So this is it.." I bit my lip, vowing to myself that I wouldn't speak another word until my voice was back again. Spencer would be the first person other than myself to ever set foot in my new home. Looking around, I wished that I had cleaned up a bit, even as my throbbing, but subsiding headache reminded me of the condition I was in earlier this morning.

The entire apartment was about 20x20 feet, with two conjoining rooms, the bathroom and kitchen. Burnt out cigarette and marijuana joints littered the floor, and the only decorations in the apartment were the empty bottles, beer cans, and wrappers of snack bars that seemed to occupy every surface of the place.

The fridge was surprisingly pretty full, my appetite, ever since I discovered the precious things of life, weed, and beer, seems to have withered away to nothing. The only thing that I eat are the chocolate rice krispies bars that are simply too good to let go, even with lack of appetite.

I jerked my thumb over my shoulder at the room that would be the bathroom and shower, as I retreated to the comfort of my couch.

ooc- lets hope Bray comes back..

Guess What? I'm here =]

ooc: oops just saw your message to me.
bic: I smile at Tyler as he approaches with the tickets. I take mine from him and link arms with him as we head into the theatre. I let him pick the seats, following his lead, and slide into the seat next to him. I look at him as he watches the preview, searching his features for the reason I fell in love with him.

ooc: wow that took longer than expected,I'm back though
bic-
I wake up,having fallen asleep on a very old,worn out,black leather couch.I let out a sigh,and run my fingers through my hair.I hop up easily and walk toward the front door.

I curse,I had left the front door open.I quietly grab my bag and venture outside.Making sure to lock the virtually empty house.I sigh and walk to my corvette.I really didn't know why me parents had bought it for me.To get me out of their lives,I concluded

I quietly mutter,"I wonder where I could find a Brosse à cheveux (Hairbrush) and a job"I quietly open the driver door,slipping into the car.I quietly start the engine,hearing it purr to life made me smile.The radio instantly turned on,blasting out american tunes I had a hard time keeping up with.
I sigh as I back out of the driveway.

I watch the movie pondering about my brother. Thinking about her. Bray. In the theater with me today. I could see she was looking at me, sure she was in love? Who wouldn't love me? Popular guy in school, Beautiful girls all over me and I chose her. She was funny nice, and to me she was the MOST beautiful girl in school. I smiled after the movie was about to begin. I was already laughing at the first seen. I put my arm around her and I started eating my popcorn.

The movie was almost over and I wanted a refill of the drink. I left after kissing her cheek. Walking up the stairs. I get out and take out my cell phone. I look throw the numbers and find Blake’s. I look at it for about 5 minutes and click. The phone begins to ring....ring....ring....I wait for him to pick up.

I lean my head onto his chest as he slips his arm around my and close my eyes for a few seconds before opening them to is chest bouncing with laughter. I smile. Maybe I could make this work.

When he gets up to refill the drink I let him kiss my cheek, waiting for the blush that usually followed it. When it didn't, I frowned. What was wrong? Tyler is my best friend and I am lucky to have him. I should love him, feel jittery, shouldn't I? I watch him walk out, pondering that.

I had no clue where I was going.I didn't know where the local supermarket was,nor did I know where there were places employing.I let out a long sigh.I quietly drive down the long street,trying to fing someone to help me with my new town.

I'm about to drift asleep when something vibrates in my pocket. Looking at the caller ID, I roll my eyes, and pick up the phone. "Fuck off." I growl into it, and snap it back shut. He was dead to me. Dead.