TREMENS, loren honour

[loren honour tremens]

* LOREN H O N O U R TREMENS ,

wasting away ( s i x t e e n ) summers in the sun.
when the lights go off, watch the way i take the stage by storm.
( l o r e ), i see my name in the lights.
if only i had the heart for you.

* MAKE I T COUNT ,

i don't honestly think i'm that pretty.. not compared to most people.. umm, where do i begin with this. i'm short. yeah, sad but true. i'm five feet, zero inches. mom's a perfectionist, and if i gain weight.. she makes me starve myself. so, i'm one hundred and fifteen pounds even. not an ounce over. my hair color changes each week pretty much. i really want to do something crazy like neon green, or hot hot pink.. mom only let's me do it natural colors. i had my septum pierced for a while, but when she found out i had it done-- i had to get it taken out. anyways.. umm. my style is just me. i guess. i'm a bit of a girly tomboy. i know. that makes not a lot of sense, but i can dress girly-- and play sports. i have multiple bruises from trying to skateboard, going to shows.. and other reckless things. i like accessories and hats.. i really do. i think my face and smile are two of the most awkward things ever, and i don't like that people judge me on my looks over my personality. umm yeah, i don't know. hahah. i'm not really great with describing myself. i wish i was eloquent with words.

J U N I O R

hahaha man, i wish i was one of those tough girls that could take on anyone. i mean.. i don't do fighting, but i wish i was mildly intimidating. i'm pretty much an open book for anyone who wants to read me. i always try to look my very best, and always try to wear a smile. music basically runs my little life. i love to film musicians interacting with their fans, i love to film skateboarders pulling off sick tricks, and i like helping the small tattoo shop get their fifteen minutes of fame. even if no one sees the point in it. i actually am pretty lazy, and a bit of a procrastinator. i sleep too much. like literally, i'll come home from a show, and pass out for three hours. wake up, eat something, then go to a show. hahaha.

i don't like the idea of the future. i don't want to get old, i don't want to die.. i wish vampires were real, i would so be one.. i think, my biggest fear is failure. i'm afraid of failing. i'm my worst critic, and i take the fall for other's mistakes. when people ask me questions out of the blue, i stutter and look down at the ground. i mumble a lot, i get easily attached and detached. i've never been in love. i haven't really experienced what it is to live, i am straightedge. i hate veggies.. bahh i don't know. i gossip like every girl, i wish i knew a decent guy that i could like.. ummm. i have no idea how to describe my personality.. i'm pretty outgoing, some people think i'm fake because i try to be really nice. i try to be funny, but it seems like when i'm not trying.. i'm my funniest. it's weird.

i don't get along with a lot of people my age, they think i'm some freak. i get along with people older than me though. i really don't understand why, and honestly i wish i was accepted by my peers. i don't exactly get why i'm not, but whatever. anyways.. i tend to stay in my house instead of going out.. yeah, i have mild sociophobia. it's weird.. i can go to shows and be fine, but as soon as i go to the mall, or the park. all i want to do is leave. if i do go, i go when it is basically unpopulated. just 'cause... i have issues with people.. i blame it on my childhood. no, really. i do. anyways. yeah. i'm a pretty happy kid.

H E T E R O S E X U A L

i really like video cameras, seriously. they are hella fun and just... amazing. filming is the funnest thing to do. i also love clothing, i like computers and videogames.. well, depending on what it is. i've always been a super music geek, although i fail at playing any instrument whasoever. i really dig guys, hahah. i love reading, and writing.. yeah i know, i also really like speaking other languages. i speak french, german, and ukrainian.. so yeah. hahah, um. i really like watching old world war two movies. i don't know why, but it interests me a lot... um. i do a lot of different things?

* GAMBLE W I T H DESIRE ,

so, i've basically always been a new england kid. i was born and raised in bedford, new hampshire.. the rich adjoining town to manchester. i'm used to the weather always changing. my mom was a rich woman, and.. yeah. we had a house on hampton beach, i lived the suburban dream. everything was great.. until i reached middle school. you see, i was never 'normal'. i listened to metal, i wore 'punk' clothing, but i would be girly as well.. people didn't like it. i didn't tell anyone until it got so bad i couldn't handle it..

at this point and time, my mom's sister.. carol moved in. i refuse to call her my aunt because an aunt isn't supposed to call their niece a 'whore' or a 'piece of shit' from the ages of ten, until she was thirteen. mom was going through depression caused from the divorce of my father, my sister had been too busy with school, and i was defenseless. how, at thirteen-- are you supposed to fight back against a forty eight year old. she always reminded me of a monster, sickly pale skin with black eyeliner, and bright pastel makeup. black hair that looked overly dyed, and ratty. Sunken face and brown eyes that showed the most unbridled hatred for the world. from then on, because of her.. and my school, talking to people always made me nervous. especially talking to people i found attractive, it just.. refused to work.

going to my first show was nerve-wracking.. i was fourteen, and my bestie-- a punk girl named amanda brought me.. it was the most amazing thing ever, and i began to make friends. then when carol left, mom started pulling herself out of depression. then... when i was fifteen, that summer.. we moved to maine. i was kinda scared. it was a nice town where if people knew me, they'd only would have known me through my nonprofit business- the band and sports videotaping and stuff. i've been here for a year and... yeah. i don't know. i like this town, but when i'm eighteen-- i'm getting out of here.

U P P E R C L A S S

* TENSION L I K E FIRE ,

cassie

When he began to interact with her she rubbed the charm that was around her neck. When she had found his necklace in the forest, she promised herself she would not let it leave her neck until she found him.. Then she'd give it back. [b]"[color=Teal]No need to thank me, it's the truth. You're good,[/color]"[/b] She spoke nodding slightly. His voice, god it had haunted her dreams.. The voice she hadn't heard in so long, it made her shiver. God she had missed it. [i]'Dakota?'[/i] At her name, she shuddered.. All her hopes were affirmed, although she was still delirious, believing she was dreamng. The girl bit her lip as she got out of the shadows, only a few feet away from him she stood. Bright blue eyes watching him, afraid to utter his name.. For fear she would wake up from a drug induced dream.

The girl's eyes looked down at the ground, as her manicured nails slowly took off the hood that covered her straightened locks. Those blue eyes watched him, [b]"[color=Teal]Killian, is that you?[/color]"[/b] The girl bit her lower lip as she stared at him.. Her eyes glassy from unshed tears of happiness.. Her hopes were high, and she was ready to be crushed. The girl watching him worriedly.. This couldn't be a dream... Could it? Or was it some lucid dream that aimed to be the bane of her existance? The girl gripped the charm again. It hadn't brought her luck yet, but maybe this was her luck.. Maybe it had finally worked it's magic and he was back, alive.. And unharmed. The only time that happened was in her dreams. The girl blinked a couple times, her eyes starting to burn.. When those eyes closed again, a few tears managed to escape.

Three years felt like three centuries to the werewolf, and after so long to finally have him return seemed not only improbable, but impossible. Or at least, that was what was driven into her head. Hell, even her bestie-- A vampire known as Maine said it was doubtful she would see him again. Shows how much they were aware. Shows how much they knew.. The girl had so many questions as well as thoughts.. Like where he had been, why didn't he attempt to call her, and so many other things. She wondered how he had been. The girl had been frustrated with the fact that-- It felt like he didn't care, but.. All that anger and frustration was replaced with happiness and relief.. If this was really him, she probably wouldn't be able to think. Actually, scratch that.. She wasn't able to think period. All she could utter was..

[b]"[color=Teal]Is that really you?[/color]"[/b]

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