&& I Am All Alone; {OPEN}

[Remember Scolfield]

xxREMEMBERxxSCOLFIELDxx

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You're invisible
Invisible to me
My wish is coming true
Erase the memory of your face

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Lima, Ohio. Of all the places her mother could have chosen to be their new home, this is where they ended up? How had she even found a job out here to begin with? It's not like she was in a typically headhunted position. She'd just been a secretary at a law firm back in Connecticut. But any questions raised by the teen were either met with silence or a snappish response about minding her own business. How is this not my business? It's my life...

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But after years of dealing with her mom's bad attitudes, Remy had learned to just stop asking. Maybe eventually there would be an explanation, some small reason for ripping her away from everything she had ever known. More than likely Remember would never get her answer.

Swizzle stick swirled through latte, thumb sliding across iPod as selection was made. "Beauty From Pain" played through headphones, favorite Superchic[k] playlist chosen as light green eyes scanned the mall. It was so much easier to not look like a total snob when you had buds in your ears. Shyness is so often mistaken for haughty nature, and those with combative personalities would begin conflict over supposed "I'm-too-good-for-you" personality. Conflict was to be avoided at all costs ... make that any form of interaction. Rather than possibly invite conversation, Remy preferred to remain cloistered in her own little world. It was a miracle she had tried out for New Directions at all. Being a part of a group was just asking for trouble. Maybe I can drop out...

Sips of the scalding liquid brought back memories of the first time Sarah had taken her to Starbucks; snowball fights in January followed by cappuccino breaks; wandering the aisles of Barnes & Noble with Jen. What she wouldn't give to go back home.

Cup placed on the bench beside her, Remy sighed miserably. Head hung, shoulders bunched as if they carried the weight of the world, words were mumbled with sorrow God, I hate it here.[/b][/blockquote][/blockquote]





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words;[/b] 336
outfit;[/b] Clicky
other;[/b] she'll be somewhat socially awkward to anyone who responds, but I promise a few replies in and she'll start acting somewhat normally. :)