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Post by morganrizzo on Jan 20, 2010 16:27:14 GMT -5
Morgan's walls were light pink, with pictures of her and her friends hung up all over it. She took the pictures, she was a great photographer. Morgan was also a great artist, some drawings were hung on the wall. Her room wasn't huge, wasn't small. Morgan's bed was just a regular bed with a headboard that her family had bought from Ikea. Under the bed were her drawers. Her bed was white, with a lavender bed spread. She had shelves with important objects to her on it, such as jewelry, pictures, and even some books. Morgan was an average student, she had usually gotten B+'s and B's. Morgan had her desk in a corner, which had her laptop and school supplies on it. On her wall was a TV. Morgan lay on her bed, reading a book.
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Ashberry Hale
Denali
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Seep through the floor boards, you'll never see me coming.[Mo0:0]
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Post by Ashberry Hale on Jan 27, 2010 12:11:08 GMT -5
Ryan creeped in the window.
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Post by morganrizzo on Jan 30, 2010 12:49:07 GMT -5
Morgan, who was reading a book called Maximum Ride thought she heard something. She knew it was nothing, but she turned around anyway to look. Out of no where, appeared Ryan. "Ryan?" Mor questioned. "Ryan!" She exclaimed. "Ryan..." She said in a hard voice. "How did you get here?" Morgan sat up, pushing her hair out of her face.
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Ryan Teller
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Stealin' the lady's hearts since 1925[Mo0:0]
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Post by Ryan Teller on Feb 5, 2010 15:52:10 GMT -5
"I just... I just did?" Ryan sat gracefully on Morgan's desk.
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Post by Leila (Shoe) on Feb 5, 2010 19:58:55 GMT -5
"Uhh.." Morgan looked at him. "All right then," she shrugged. Morgan sat at the end of her bed, crossing her legs.
"So, what brings you here?"
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Ryan Teller
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Stealin' the lady's hearts since 1925[Mo0:0]
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Post by Ryan Teller on Feb 18, 2010 0:05:39 GMT -5
Ryan pondered the question. "I can't sleep," he explained, not lying.
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Post by morganrizzo on Feb 25, 2010 15:10:47 GMT -5
Morgan smiled. "Well, obviously," she laughed. "It's only about 10:00 P.M, Ryan. Don't you have a watch?" Ryan was the only one of the Cullens Morgan found cool. All of the others she hated it. She put her book down. Morgan was still a bit surprised to seem him there. She crossed her legs, sitting back against her wall. The moon's light shined through the window, which was open, and bringing in a chilling breeze. Morgan grabbed a sweater, cold. Ryan always seemed as if he wasn't freezing, though he sure felt like it. Which was weird. According to him, everyone he hung out with was as cold as his. Their perfection, their chilly skin, there was something about them, Morgan knew.
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