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Writing Room
By: EloquentMisprints Date: November 24, 2013, 8:01 pm
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Re: Writing Room
By: maskednicci Date: January 7, 2014, 4:09 am
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Sarah Jane "SJ" Tompkins
It wasn't a long walk from her dorm room to the writing room,
but it was still a bit of a pain. SJ balanced her laptop in one
hand, a half-empty soda can in the other, pushing open doors
with her elbow as she went. Her hair was still damp from a
shower, her usually straightened hair now curled up into their
natural waves, and she was only wearing a black tanktop, pajama
pants
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/>and black slippers. Girls passed her, still wearing the day's
makeup or just coming in from a date night, and SJ just scowled
quietly as she strode past. Bitches be all prettied up for
Wednesday nights. But even SJ herself had put on a little
eyeliner before leaving her room. Why, she wasn't able to answer
herself. Habit, she supposed. Once entering the writing room,
her eyes quickly scanned around for the familiar dark-blond hair
and buff shoulders. Having spotted Clarence, she set her can and
computer down, flopping into the seat across from him.
"Hey, Bitch, do my homework for me, why don'tchya?" She tapped
her touchpad, opening up her word document and brushing her
curly bangs out of her eyes. "Hey, did you ever get to ask Reese
if he'd meet with me for that casual interview about kids of
self-owned business moms? He hasn't texted me yet...And I wanted
to work on it this weekend." Her and Clarence often traded
contacts for different writing projects, especially SJ. Clarence
was pretty popular among different groups, and SJ occasionally
contributed short pieces in their school's paper. But SJ usually
bullshitted those papers. They always wanted the same kind of
stuff. On her personal blog - which she had made Clarence
co-Mod of, a true sign of an author's trust - she wrote about
the more' interesting' topics. Instead of the politically
correct Working Moms piece, she would have rather work on her
study of high school drug culture and increased popularity of
body modifications. There had been two piercing/tattoo parlors
opened within walking distance of the school in the last summer.
Didn't anybody care about that, or what it meant? Or if the
places were any good, or what the owners and workers were like?
SJ kind of wanted an excuse to get a tattoo or a piercing.
She took a sip of her soda, contemplating what she would get if
she ever got around to the tattoo/piercing. Maybe a tongue
piercing. Those weren't as super common. And they were kind of
badass. She already knew what some of her friends would say,
'But wouldn't that get in the way when you're kissing?!' 'Isn't
that gross?' 'Wouldn't it hurt!?'
Yeah, it would hurt. But I'm not a fricken' baby. And it's
cleaner than the toilets we use everyday. And kissing is the
last thing on my worry list. It just doesn't happen for girls
like me. Not stupid, hopeless girls like me. Just like mom
always said, right? The voice in her head had gotten too bitter
already, and the night was young. SJ took another sip of her
soda, turning to Clarence for conversation, "So. Anything new in
life, besides school and shit?"
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