.:[B1] In With The New:.

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She has future plans and dreams at night
When they tell her life is hard she says thats alright

Shes a wild one
With an angels face
Shes a woman-child
In a state of grace
When she was 3 years old on her daddy's knee
He said you can be anything you want to be...

Shes a wild one
Runnin free...

Lea Valorie O'Connor

"Thank You." Murmured The Young Woman, Handing A Check To The Man. He Tipped His Cap And Whistled To His Fellow Movers. Together, They Sauntered Out Of The Building.
Lea Sighed, Sweeping Her Gaze Around the Room. Cardboard Boxes Were Stacked Around The New Couch. Lea Ran Her Hand Over The Soft Leather, Sitting Down. She Frowned, Staring At The Spot Where A Flat-Screen TV Should Be. A Used, 12 Inch Glared Back At Her. Shrugging It Off, Lea Stood, Letting Her Two Duffle Backs And Purse Fall To The Ground. She's Gonna Have to Get Eli Over Here To Help Her Unpack. Now Thinking About It, She Smiled, Hopping up. Humming, Lea Flitted to Eli's New Place Not Too Far Down To hall. She Rapped On The Door.

[Jasper Elliot Tellingman]

Jasper Elliot Tellingman

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Jasper layed on his bed. A heavy sigh escaped his lips. His eyes closed recapping the day. It was a hard move from His hometown to here. It was great for a final closure. He opened his brown eyes. The sun filtered through the room. That was the only thing keeping him from not dozing off. It had been many years since he had a good rest. He sat up and looked out the window. The campus looked nice. Jasper pulled his arms in front of him and pushed them as far as they could go, tilting his head to each side letting the groups of bone stretch out and pop. He walked over to the window to get a better look. He walked the people scrambling and having fun outside. Sly smile came to his face. Jasper looked down at himself and realized he had no shirt on. He must have taken it off when he started to doze off. He turned and on the other side of the room opened his shirt drawer.

Knock Knock Knock

He briskly walked over to the door. It was a soft knock. To sissy to be a mans. If it was he must either be a valley girl or have full hands. He put his below temperature hand on the door. Even the knob was warm to him. Before opening the door he left a long tiresome yawn escape his smooth lips. To his knowledge he opened the door seeing a pretty little number standing in front. As expected it was a female. Females, the ones with all the drama, although he has known a few males who do themselves carry much drama with them. Umm... Hello. His eyes dropped to the floor. It was a curse to be shy, but you are what you are. He longed to change that, but his mind wouldn't let him. He was stuck In those nightmares with his mother and father. Surrounded by the fear of himself. The memories, t h e m e m o r i e s

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