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Post by emma grant on Feb 20, 2009 17:24:07 GMT -5
  I WANT YO TO WANT ME[/color][/font] i need you to need me,[/color][/font] IM BEGGING YOU TO BEG ME[/color][/font][/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Emma's night was not going well, not at all. After waking up a half an hour late, she found that she didn't have time to make it to breakfast before rushing off to her first class. She then had another class before she was able to run along off to lunch. After lunch it was back to work, that was what Emma found sucked about being a counselor. You almost never had any extra time on her hands. Emma'd been teaching intermediate dance this year, along with a few less talented classes, and was it hard work. Of course there was no going back now, so she was stuck as a counselor. Well she wouldn't exactly want to say, 'stuck as a counselor', but she wasn't stuck. She didn't exactly hate it, just some times she disliked the job. She found herself never having any free time which in turn brings us back to her bad day.
So where was I? Oh yes, so she'd gone to lunch and then it was right back to teaching incoherent 12 year olds dance. Sure, they'd catch on eventually but with Emma's patience...eventually just couldn't come soon enough. And with no patience came the whole temper thing, but Emma was very proud to say she had yet to yell at one of her students. Better knock on wood though, who knew how long that would last. Emma hadn't really even yelled at anyone all throughout camp. She'd had a bit of an attitude at times, but she couldn't clean up her act all at one time could she? Not when she had so much going on. Emma had been able to basically drop the randomly flipping shit on people thing. She'd been able to keep her cool, for the most part. So really, don't expect her to do all of that and drop her attitude. Not going to happen.
Eventually, maybe, she'd lose the attitude. She would eventually, maybe she'd go see a therapist or something. Anger management was now out of the question seeing how she was able to keep her calm for large periods of time. She was able to count to ten, take a step back, and then be back in the conversation without yelling, or screaming or anything. The whole counting to ten thing actually worked too, for some it didn't. For Emma, it really did. The ten seconds gave her a moment to scream at the person inside her head, and refrain from actually using foul language towards said person. Easy enough, right?
But back to what Emma was doing. At the moment, Emma was doubled over in the woods, throwing up into a tree. Fun, right? No, not so fun, espechially when she'd just over indulged alchohol. Something Nate probably wouldn't be to happy to hear about, well, Nate and Mitchie and Ryder now that he was coming to camp in the next week or so. She'd just been stressed out, when Emma was stressed out she tended to drink a little bit. But no, she hadn't gone over board. She'd told Nate that she wasn't going to go over board, and that she could handle it. Which was all true. She could deffinitly handle what was going on. All she had to do was make her way back to her cabin, where she would then crawl into her bed and stay there for the rest of the night, even if it was only 10:30.
She clutched the bottle of vodka in her hand and slid down a tree and onto the ground. Emma couldn't believe how badly she was lying to herself. She was in over her head. With everything. She hadn't spoken to her mother in over two and a half weeks, her classes were driving her insane, and she hadn't actually done anything with Nate in over a week. He was always so busy with Madison. Madison this, Madison that. She'd heard that she had some medical thing going on, but Emma didn't really know the specifics. Maybe it was something, maybe it wasn't. Emma didn't really know, it wasn't as if it was any of her buisness anyways. Nate didn't have to tell her. Madison and Emma wern't really friends. Whatever Madison was going through wasn't much of Emma's buisness. Emma dropped the bottle to the ground and groand at the sound it made. Ah, her hangover was going to suck in the morning.
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Post by danielle carrie lewis on Apr 21, 2009 22:02:30 GMT -5
‘‘and if you would call me your sweetheart, [/font] then maybe i’d sing you a song[/color][/font]  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center]
Danielle had a tiring day. All of this year she has to prove that she has the right to be a counselor. It wasn't easy to be on your absolute best behavior. So this morning one of the adults had an interview with her about how she would go about different problems if they occurred in the camp. That had taken her at least two hours including a little sheet some woman gave her to fill out. Dani honestly didn’t think that was required. Oh well. Do what they tell you to and you’ll get extra appreciation points. Okay…so honestly she was sucking up a little but she was trying to get somewhere.
Later in the afternoon, Dani’s aunt called asking where she was. She told her the truth and she freaked out. Her aunt and her mom weren’t on the best of terms because they were so different. They would disagree a lot, but Dani knew deep down they loved each other a lot. She asked why she was there and complained about her mom actually letting her go somewhere without an adult to accompany her. Even though she was seventeen.
So needless to say she wanted a night off. She went into her cabin, said hello to her grumpy cabin mates, and changed into her pajamas. She wanted to be warm and comfy. She lay down for a second and closed her eyes. It had been a long and exhausting day, and yet Dani couldn’t rest right now, especially with the others in the cabin. And of course they pick this day to come in early. Whatever. She sat up and rolled her eyes. They were gossiping about the actual counselors. They weren’t even counselors yet and they were gossiping about what so-and-so said to what’s-her-face. At that, Dani grabbed her bag, put on her glasses and left. They were annoying. They all were trying to become one of them and instead are turning against them. Already!
She left them with a slam of the door. Oh well, they sorta deserved it. Sometimes Dani wouldn’t notice that she would do something till after she did it. Then she would feel really bad. But she was otherwise pretty cautious. She made her way down they rocky path with the trees overhanging above her. It was getting darker. But that didn’t bother her. She slipped on one of her hoodies she brought before she freaked. She walked in between the trees for a while when she saw a girl leaning against a tree with a bottle of vodka in her hand. Dani hesitated a second then decided to approach her. As she came closer she started to make out her face. It was one of the counselors. “Emma, I think…” Dani thought. She sat down beside her and started talking like Emma didn’t have anything in her hand.
“Hi, my name’s Danielle, you’re Emma right?” She faced her and looked her up and down. She looked worn out and tired and her eyes were getting watery. “Uh, are you okay? Would you like me to go? she asked, trying to be the least bit invasive.
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STATUS; finished
WORDS; five twenty
MUSE;[/color] alright OUTFIT;[/color] outfit minus the mags and such. CREDIT;[/color] kaylax090 at CAUTION!, my chemical romance for the lyrics, blah blah blah ADDITIONAL NOTES;[/SIZE] :] [/font] |
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Post by emma grant on Apr 22, 2009 16:39:27 GMT -5
I WANT YO TO WANT ME [/color][/font] i need you to need me,[/color][/font] IM BEGGING YOU TO BEG ME[/color][/font][/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Emma could hear someone approaching her, but she didn't have the energy or drive to move and see who it was. She also wasn't the least bit worried that she was in the woods, at night, and someone was coming at her. For all she knew it could have been some crazy insane killer who'd just gotten out of jail. Except she was almost positive that there were no jails within a thirty mile radius of camp, so she should have been safe. These thoughts hadn't even crossed Emma's mind though. She was drunk, remember. If she was sober she would probably have begun to freak out. She'd have jumped up at once and demanded that the person stated who they were. But if Emma was sober she wouldn't be sitting in the woods for no reason anyways. So if she hadn't over indulged alcohol then she wouldn't be in this situation anyways. Damn alcohol problem. Damn stupid camp for stressing her out so much. Damn Nate for not being around.
Although that really wasn't fair. She couldn't blame it all on Nate because he hadn't been around. He was a counselor here too. He had his own classes to teach, and now that Madison had cancer, he had her to attend to even more. The whole thing had shaken Emma. She hadn't been ready for it. When Nate said the words, she just hadn't been expecting it. Now she was finding it harder and harder each day to dislike the girl. But Nate had told her not to take pity on her. They both knew that she would hate it if someone felt bad for her just because of her situation. Even though Emma didn't know Maddie very well, she knew for a fact that Madison would hate if Emma began treating her differently. She'd probably be royally pissed off at Nate for telling Emma too.
As the person came into view and she saw that it was a young girl, probably about her age, she squinted to figure out who it was. She was probably a counselor here, it wasn't likely that a teenager would randomly be walking around in the woods at camp in the middle of the night. She racked her brain to figure out who it was that was now standing in front of her and groaned loudly when she wasn't able to remember. She looked awfully familiar, so she knew that she must have been from camp. If it wasn't for the half a bottle of vodka that was sitting in her stomach, then she was sure that she would have been able to remember. It was probably something really simple too. A really simple name. Oh well, Emma would figure it out sooner or later.
As the girl sat next to her and introduced herself Emma nodded to herself. Daniel, that was it. The name was familiar, and it was a simple name. See, Emma knew it. She then nodded towards the girl. Yes, she was Emma, it was very true. As the girl went on to say some more Emma shrugged. She didn't want her to leave, but she didn't really want her to say. Emma wasn't really in the position to make any decisions. "No! No! Don't go, don't go!" Emma said laughing to herself. It wasn't really funny, but Emma didn't get that. "I'm just great, perfectly fine." she said, before finding the vodka bottle on the ground. She held it up to Daniel. "Want some?" she asked her, smiling at the girl.
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Post by danielle carrie lewis on Apr 22, 2009 18:33:46 GMT -5
‘‘and if you would call me your sweetheart, [/font] then maybe i’d sing you a song[/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center]
The girl just looked her up and down for a bit, trying to make out a face. But since it looked like she was wasted, that might be a hard task. Not that Dani would know personally. She had never drunk anything and had no plan to start. Well, once she did drink a sip of wine at her aunt's wedding, and her cheeks got really rosy. But that was the gist of it. She had her share of problems, but drinking was not one of them. Dani had promised herself that she would never go to that; she had seen it in action.
After hearing that she didn’t want her to leave, Dani rested her head on the tree like Emma was. She was curious as to what had happened that would make her do something like this but Dani wouldn’t ask. It was better to just keep to yourself in certain situations. Emma started laughing, even though nothing was funny and Dani just sat there with her eyes closed. She was smart enough to know that this was a side-effect. Emma said that she was fine, but Dani had to disagree. Oh well. “Okay, if you’re sure,” she said with a smile. Nothing was exactly funny about the matter but this girl was so gone, she thought it was humorous.
“No thanks, I don’t drink,” she replied to the offer. Very kind of her. Danielle really didn’t know what to do other than sit there with her. Was there really anything she could do? She could try to convince her to get back to a cabin but then the others would suspect something. Not to mention she was drunk so she wouldn’t be acting like herself. She could take the bottle from her, but who knew whether she would hit her or create a fit or something. Dani decided she would just wait it out and if she fell asleep she would “carry” her back. But that would create a scene too.
They both sat there until Danielle started a conversation up. [color=ff7766} “So…what’s up?”
[/color] she asked generally speaking. Not the best starter, but it’s what she said. Dani started picking at the grass. Then she wondered what time it was. She had only been sitting there about 10 minutes. It had been quiet for a while, but she was almost positive that was going to change soon. Then she glanced over at the bottle of vodka. It was at least a quarter done which would be enough for a young girl, who had a small body, to handle. She worried that she would get alcohol poisoning for a second then thought, “I’ll deal with that if it comes.” And hopefully, it wouldn’t. “So, Dani started again, “you teach dance class, right?” she asked. Her plan was to get Emma’s problems out of her head. Whatever they might be. [/size] [/blockquote] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] TAGGED; Emma
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MUSE;[/color] erm, so-so. OUTFIT;[/color] outfit minus the mags and such. CREDIT;[/color] kaylax090 at CAUTION!, my chemical romance for the lyrics, blah blah blah ADDITIONAL NOTES;[/SIZE] poor emma  [/font] |
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Post by emma grant on Apr 22, 2009 20:56:03 GMT -5
I WANT YO TO WANT ME [/color][/font] i need you to need me,[/color][/font] IM BEGGING YOU TO BEG ME[/color][/font][/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Emma leaned her head back against the tree, a little harder then she'd expected herself too. So really, she'd more slammed her head against the tree then actually just leaned against it. She giggled as a slight pain tickled the back of her head. She was fine, it wasn't like the tree was rock solid or anything. Emma took another sip of her vodka, as she awaited the girl's response to her question. She eyed the bottle to find that it was over a quarter gone. By the time the night was over it was more than likely that it would all be gone. She didn't know what she was doing. She was already drunk, as much as she hated that word. Just as much as she hated the words drinking problem, and alcoholic. They were just too strong. In her mind, she didn't have either. The whole drinking thing was just something she did when she couldn't handle what was going on around her. And right now she really could not handle what was going on around her.
When the girl said something about being sure, Emma just nodded and kept the stupid grin on her face. She really had no idea just how stupid she looked right about now. She was sure if she knew then she'd be humiliated for life. Someone really ought to video tape her one of these days, and then show it to her. After they could burn it. A drunken video really wasn't something she should have wanted floating around. Eventually it would surface and someone would turn it into some sleezy writer. The only reason she'd make any news with this would be because she was Nate Gray's girlfriend. Picture perfect Nate Gray's girlfriend. She really loved saying that. Just the thought made her grin grow larger. She knew that he'd hate this. He'd flip shit on her if he found out, but at the moment the thought hadn't crossed her mind.
Emma just shrugged when Danielle said that she didn't want any because she didn't drink. Fair enough. Emma used to say that. Scratch that, she never really got a chance to say that because she began drinking at such a young age. Usually you were taunted with these questions at fifteen or sixteen years old. By that time she was the one asking others if they'd wanted a drink. She wasn't proud of it or anything, on the contrary. She was really quite ashamed. But again, she couldn't tell at all right now. All that she was thinking about was... well nothing really. Her brain might as well have been emptied of her contents at the moment.
After a few moments of silence the girl decided to bring up some light conversation. Please, light conversation was not something to use when you were speaking to a drunken person. Oh well, she was making an effort. Emma nodded vigourously. She took another sip from the bottle before setting it on the ground. "It is hell." she said simply. It really was. She used to love dance, it was her passion. It was her favorite thing in the world. Now she felt the complete opposite. It had all changed so quickly, she just wasn't ready for it. "I mean, I used to adore dance. But now it just kind of sucks." she said simply, shrugging before looking back at the girl. Sober Emma would have said something along the lines of, what are you teaching? but drunken Emma wasn't able to string the words together.
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