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Post by oliver jordan on Dec 24, 2007 9:26:04 GMT -5
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Oliver skated his way towards the skate park with a smile on his face. For the first time as he could remember, he wasn't drunk. For now, at least. As he reached the park, he noticed that there weren't any other skaters in sight. He shrugged and went towards a bench to fix his shoelaces. Finishing, he jumped on his skateboard and started going up and down, practicing his new moves.
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Post by Olivia Marie Ryan on Dec 24, 2007 10:01:46 GMT -5
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Oliviaa Ryan
Olivia was sitting at home in her room. There was nothing to do and she couldn't get a hold of any of her friends. She ran her fingers through her long hair making her way over to her closet to look for something to wear. She pulled off her booty shorts pulling on a black and white mini skirts. a white tank top and then a Grey sweater. She pulled on a pair of knee high high heel boots and grabbed her purse making her way down stairs and out of her house heading over towards the skate park. She walked around slightly trying to see if any of her friends were there. She watched as a guy started doing some of his tricks but didn't say anything she didn't want to throw off his concentration. I mean he could get hurt. Not that she cared most of the time but hey she wasn't in the mood to be a bitch today.
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Post by oliver jordan on Dec 24, 2007 10:10:59 GMT -5
oliver
Oliver slide down but managed to fall on his way. He tumbled over and felt pain over at his side. He tried to stand up but to no avail. It wasn't serious, that he was sure of, but still, the pain was there. He rolled over and saw a girl standing just a few meters from him and tried to force a smile, "little help?" he recognized the girl to be one of the Plastics, Olivia Ryan. He almost resented asking for help but what choice does he have? He could lie there and wait for a miracle or he could just ask for help in standing up. He definitely preferred the latter.
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Post by Olivia Marie Ryan on Dec 24, 2007 10:24:15 GMT -5
Olivia looked around slightly running her fingers through her long blond hair then pulled out to elastics and put her hair in long pink tails. She looked good in them and everyone thought that was the best look for her so she usually wore her hair like that. Olivia looked over when he asked her for a little help she kind of stood their looking of at him like she was starring off into space for a minute but then she made her way over to help him up “this is why I never took up skateboarding after my one incident” she said mainly to herself but to him too. She smiled slightly “umm you alright” she asked.
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Post by oliver jordan on Dec 24, 2007 10:33:58 GMT -5
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He tried to stand up as the girl helped him up. As he sat, he brushed himself and fixed his beanie. Looking up at her, he smiled and replied, "I'm quite alright," He stood up straight and continued to brush himself. "Even so, it is fun you know," he said nonchalantly as he looked back at her. She was known to most of the people in their school but she might not know him. So he simply sticked his hand out and introduced himself, "Oliver. You're Olivia, right?" he paused and continued, "thanks, by the way."
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Post by Olivia Marie Ryan on Dec 24, 2007 10:43:10 GMT -5
Olivia smiled slightly and nodded “that’s good” she said backing away so he could brush himself off. She twisted a piece of her hair around her finger and smiled slightly ‘it could be… but shopping is way better and cheerleading” she said with a small smile. She smiled and shook his hand “yeah I’m Olivia, but you can call me Livvy” she said to him “I prefer it that way” she added. She smiled and shook her head “it was no problem” she said continuing to play with a piece of her hair.
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Post by oliver jordan on Dec 24, 2007 11:02:23 GMT -5
oliver
As she shook his hand, Oliver looked at her and smiled, "Alright, Livvy," it was quite awkward for him to call her that way but he accepted it anyway. He looked at her from head to foot and back at her face again. She had a good sense of style. What do you expect? She was one of the popular girls so she has to have a good sense of style. Even if he was a guy, he does a little knowledge about girl's style of clothing. "Mind if we just sit?" he asked since as he picked up his skateboard. He needed to sit down because his side was still aching but not too much. Even if she said no, he still walked his way towards the benches and took a sit.
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