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Post by Leila (Shoe) on Dec 4, 2009 19:23:48 GMT -5
Leila's room was a cheerful place, but not a bright one. She had the 2nd biggest room in the house. She didn't need it. She liked it. She kept a bed, never slept on it, but kept one. It was a loft bed. She had 3 bookshelfs and a CD shelf under it---About 600 books, and 300 CDs. Leila had always loved music. She was no more musical than her cousin Lacey. Leila wasn't sure if she was at the same level or not, but it didn't matter. Leila had many more CDs, but they were in her case on signed things. She had 200 signed ones. In that case were the CDs, about 5 signed guitars, a signed bass, and her signed flute. She had just a regular case, too. 15 guitars and electirc bass', a violin, a viola, a saxophone, a flute, a clarinet, and her microphone. She had an area with her drum set, too. She had a 34-inch wide screen TV on her wall, and her purple carpet on the floor. Her seats all hung from the ceiling like swings. She had her desk, with a laptop. She had a shelfing unit to keep her clothes and shoes and her misc. things. She had a large stereo system. Her room was not all focused around music; If you walked in it, you wouldn't feel that. She had one wall that was a chalk board, the others were white with paint splatters on them. She did them about a decade ago. Her floors were stainless steal. She liked it that way. The room looked very dark.
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Post by me on Dec 10, 2009 19:43:00 GMT -5
Ani walked into Leila's room. "Hello," she said.
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Post by Leila (Shoe) on Dec 11, 2009 20:45:24 GMT -5
"Hey," Leila waved a bit.
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Post by me on Dec 11, 2009 20:52:08 GMT -5
Ani looked sullen, and she was. She tried, unsuccesfully, to entertain herself by looking at Leila's room.
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Post by Leila (Shoe) on Dec 12, 2009 12:26:28 GMT -5
The light shone in from her glass wall, and Leila and Ani glittered.
Leila laughed. "Imagine if we went to a faerie festival? We'd fit right it!" She exclaimed in a soprano voice.
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Post by me on Dec 12, 2009 14:18:24 GMT -5
Ani nodded silently. "Do you think we could really go to one?" she asked quietly.
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Post by Leila (Shoe) on Dec 13, 2009 12:42:48 GMT -5
"A real faerie festival?" She asked quietly. "I mean... They have one every year in Sweden... Where most of the Faeries used to live... But they aren't really alive anymore."
"Hey!" Leila elbowed her sister. "Why don't we freak out all the believers? They know the legends!" She smiled.
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Post by me on Dec 13, 2009 12:52:25 GMT -5
"Uhh...Yah!" Ani said, although hardly knowing what Leila meant.
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Post by Leila (Shoe) on Dec 13, 2009 12:58:41 GMT -5
"I mean, we should freak out the people at the festival!" Leila exclaimed!
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Post by me on Dec 13, 2009 13:06:52 GMT -5
"People? I thought it was only for faeries..." said Ani.
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Post by Leila (Shoe) on Dec 13, 2009 15:41:39 GMT -5
"No, Tabs," Leila corrected her, "Faeries became extinct awhile ago," She said.
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Post by me on Dec 13, 2009 18:38:23 GMT -5
"Oh," Ani said sadly.
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Post by Leila (Shoe) on Dec 14, 2009 15:38:11 GMT -5
"Look, I have pictures!" She said. Faeries were plants; They also sparkled. But they looked like human. But on the inside, they were a plant. There wings were flower petals, and they couldn't fly.
Leila went to her shelves, and pulled out a photo album, labeled: 'Leila & The Plants', so a human wouldn't recongnize them as a faerie.
Leila flipped to a page. "Here's Me, Lena, and Nova," She pointed at herself, then the two blondes, one with purple roots and eyes; The other with yellow roots and eyes.
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Post by me on Dec 14, 2009 18:17:25 GMT -5
"Wow," Ani said. "They're pretty."
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Post by Leila (Shoe) on Dec 19, 2009 10:20:27 GMT -5
"Yeah. They only eat fruits, and drink soda, so if they drink like all lemons for a week or so, you'll look like Nova. If you were a faerie, of course. And Lena loves grapes and plums. Eventually, you're petals, or wings, turn that color, too." Leila smiled, turning the pages.
"Ahhh! This was my best friend, before I came to the Irish and the Denalis! Nelly!" Nelly's hair was dirty blonde, her roots a stinging red, as her eyes. "Sometimes I would pretend that she was an undercover Volturi!"
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