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Post by Holly Kennedy on Mar 30, 2008 7:17:07 GMT -5
Holly had gotten up on a sunny morning and she got ready in one of her favourite outfits that made her feel all girly. She didn't have much to do today and she didn't know what to do, she got quickly bored. She thought about designing some new outifts for herself that she could attempt to make in art class because she had picked the creative fashion unit in it but she really couldn't be bothered. She thought about the time when Aaron had found her in PJ's dorm a long time ago when she was a bit tipsy or drunk in Aaron's words and she laughed, she found it amusing now that she thought about it. She then thougth of her other bother, her little bother Oli or Hart as he liked to be called now but she still called him Oli to annoy him, she thought he was too adorable when she annoyed him and like everybody else she loved to ruffle his hair. A contradiction though because she didn't like getting her hair ruffled, especially by Maxxie, but she did it to others- but he was her broher so she was allowed to do it.
She pulled out her bright pink flip phone and phoned Hart. She hadn't seen or talked to him in ages and she wanted to know what he'd been up to and things since she seen him last. She called him and had arranged to meet him and the park, it was her favourite place. She could remember being back in Canada when they were a lot younger and pushed each other on the swings and stuff and it was always so much fun with both of them trying to annoy Aaron at the same time, he never seemed to be on the same wave length as the both of them which was even funnier at times, he could never understand how they could act so alike.
She hurried to get herself fully ready by putting her makeup on in record time and adjusting the straps on her shoes so they didn't fall off all the time. She ran from her dorm with a smile on her face, she had so much to be happy about these days. She finally made it to the park and there was loads of little kids running about screaming happily and she laughed with them. Even though she was seventeen she still acted like she was a toddler sometimes, some people found it annoying but others thought it was funny. She went over and sat on one of the swings, placing her hands on the chains and swinging back and forward a little, still keeping her feet on the ground. She waited for her brother. |
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Mar 30, 2008 7:25:42 GMT -5
Stopping just outside the play area, Hart glanced about, his face profiled sharply by the bright sunlight directly behind him. Rubbing his face wearily, he pushed through the gate into the playground, his step felt bouncy on the hot asphalt tiles, and his shoes almost stuck to it. Hart was nearly sixteen, yet he still got a buzz from being here. It reminded him of his childhood. He cast his eyes over the pyramid of rope, where several younger kids where climbing awkwardly near the bottom, their eyes wide with fear and fascination. He spotted Holly, and he grinned. It was the biggest smile he’d had since the last time he saw her. Walking over, he sat on the swing next to her.
“Hey Holz,” he smiled, looking at her through his dyed black hair. He’d only died it to look different from his blonde siblings, but he thought it suited him. Rolling from the balls of his feet to his heals, he swung gently. Wrapping his arms round the chains of the swing, he sighed heavily, grazing his teeth over his bottom lip. A small group of boys from his year walked past, and they smirked at each other, and Hart’s smoky eyes narrowed. The names they called him echoed through his head. Pillow biter, faggot, queer’ the list was endless, but unfortunately, Hart’s patience wasn’t. Sighing in exasperation, he tipped his head back and stared at the sky.
“I hate those boys,” he grumbled, sliding a hand down the chain to rub the spot where the boy he sat next to in Maths jabbed him constantly with a compass. He stopped swinging, planting his feet firmly on the ground and tipping his head forwards so his hair hid his face. Glancing sideways at Holly, he half smiled.
“How are you?” he asked, trying so hard to look unfazed for her.
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Post by Holly Kennedy on Mar 30, 2008 11:21:13 GMT -5
Holly felt content as she swung slightly on the swing, she looked around at all the little kids and smiled. She knew that would be her soon, running around after little Coli if she could catch up with him and trying to stop him from going into places he wouldn't get back out of. She looked to the entrance and saw Hart coming in through the gates and she smiled, she hadn't seen her brother in ages and he looked like her had grew at least another six inches or something since she seen him last but he had always towered over her, it wasn't . She waved to him and smiled as she watched him sit on the swing next to her. He didn't see very happy though. Just as he sat down she watched as a group of boys, probably from his year that she didn't know, walked past and Oli Hart seemed to just glare at them or something and say that he hated them. She didn't know why he would hate them, they just walked past. She would find out later why he didn't like them, she guessed. She smiled at his question but she had so many ways to answer it.
"Meh..."
"I've been really good then not so good I guess, daft baby" she laughed
and whatever they boys do or whatever just ignore them" she smiled
She didn't like anybody to get into trouble with her little brother and even though he was taller than her and all the other boys she would make sure they would have her to answer to any it wouldn't be very pretty. |
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Post by Hart Kennedy on Mar 30, 2008 12:22:23 GMT -5
Hart sighed; she looked very heavily pregnant now. His parents had been so angry about her being pregnant, and Hart felt bad. At least Holly was happy enough. Starting to pick his nails, he glanced up through his long lashes - clumped together with cheep mascara - and frowned in confusion. A couple of skater boys were sauntering over, looking very macho and what not. However, as he raised his head more, they looked at each other in confusion and turned away. Hart bit his lip and kicked the floor in frustration.
“I thought Oily was a bad nickname. You know what they call me here?” his tone was bitter, smoky blue eyes intense with anger. He ran his hand through his hair to calm himself down. Letting out a slow breath, he returned to his train of thought.
“They call me ‘Pillow Biter’. Great, isn’t it?” he sounded sarcastically joyful. Hart was glad Holly was with him. He was sick of keeping up an indifferent façade.
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Post by Holly Kennedy on Mar 30, 2008 15:51:14 GMT -5
Holly never realised before how nervous her little brother was before, maybe it was just coming to a new school or something, anybody could scared about that. She was even scared on her first few weeks here so she had nothing to mock him with.
“I thought Oily was a bad nickname. You know what they call me here?”
Holly didn't really want to know what people called him, it would annoy her and make her want to say something to the people that called him them. She found this amusing though because no boy would want to yell back or hit her so she would win every time, she usually did anyway. She was shocked to find out what they called him, that was just horrible. She had the urge to go up to whoever called him that and slap them across the face. if you deal with Hart you deal with Holly, end of story.
She stood up from her swing and wrapped her arms around him in a big bear hug that she always gave him since he was little. She then placed her hands on his shoulders as he sat on the swing.
"Don't you ever listen to them for a second, okay?" she asked
"Because nobody can ever tell you things like that, be who you want to be beacuse the only person that can change that is you, alright?" she asked with a smile
She really didn't want people telling her brother what he was or wasn't, she just wanted him to be who he was and she would accept that and always love him no mater what. |
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