Sarah Marie Evans
sophomore 
ALLY'S, OUTCAST, SCHOLARSHIP, ART, POETRY, HELPING HANDS
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Post by Sarah Marie Evans on Mar 19, 2013 21:13:53 GMT -5
 status: complete. tag: joesph [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i919.photobucket.com/albums/ad32/paperheartx_x/bg3.png); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;]A strand of her long, bright red hair was twirling around her finger as she stared at the blank screen of Microsoft word on her personal laptop. She was beginning to grow increasingly frustrated with this writing assignment; four pages, double spaced and a works cited - kill her now. What did she care about how America fell into the Great Depression anyway? History by far was her least favorite subject. It was hard enough just to pay attention during the class. Nothing against the teacher or anything like that, but the subject was just boring and didn't really capture her interest. Most of the time, she found herself doodling odd little drawings in her notebook until the bell rang. It was still a wonder to her as to how she was doing so well when she rarely copied down any notes. If only this paper would write itself. That would solve everything. Sarah had been sitting at her desk since this morning and all she had typed was her name, the date and class block. It was due next week so she still had a few more days to brainstorm, but she was hoping to just get it out the way and be done with it. No doubt, she'd be writing it up the night before the deadline. She always seemed to get the best inspiration when under pressure.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, she closed her computer and set it aside, deciding to leave the essay alone for a few more days. It was about time she get out of here for a couple of hours before she started climbing up the walls due to boredom. Some fresh air would do some good. She snatched up her satchel, figuring a nice lunch while sketching up random drawings would help clear her head a little bit. Wandering around downtown wasn't something she did all that often. In fact, she never even stepped foot beyond the school grounds during her freshman year here at the academy. It was only just recently that she decided to do some exploring downtown and it was only because she had been in need of new art supplies. This time she was going just for the hell of it. Besides, it was about time that she started crawling out of her shell. Her shyness was one aspect of her personality that was hard for her to overcome. Sarah was extremely introverted and was rather jealous of those who were able to make friends so easily. She had quite a few acquaintances, but there wasn't anyone she could even think of that would be considered a friend - at least, not yet.
The streets of the city were still slightly foreign to her as she weaved her way through the crowds. She didn't exactly have the best sense of direction in the world. Luck had been on her side during the previous visit when she found a group of people she recognized from school and followed them back to the academy. Not one of her proudest moments. This time, she was making it a point to pay more attention to her surroundings so she wouldn't get lost. She spotted a nice cafe up across the street and quickly looked both ways before crossing the pavement, nearly getting run over by an inattentive driver. The horn blasted and she offered a sheepish wave as she backpedaled onto the sidewalk where she brushed against someone. "Oh," she turned around, "Excuse me, I'm so sorry." Sarah offered a small smile to they guy, his features barely registering as she sidestepped him and continued onto her destination. The place was pretty big, but still had that homey atmosphere that guaranteed she'd be here again soon. There weren't too many customers, it seemed she missed the afternoon rush for lunch. She grabbed a menu and took it with her to a small booth by the window to look over.
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Post by joseph on Mar 24, 2013 19:21:19 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] JOE ROWLING "to see you again" Nearly eleven years seemed to have escaped him after the death of his mother. Still sometimes, it felt as if these eleven years were just yesterday. Other days he had those moments where he would have to really concentrate to even bring his mother's face back into view. Eleven years and now a grown man, living on his own with his best friend, he often wondered where the time had disappeared to. The death of his mother had been a depressing one; images still flooded his mind at night of his mother lying on the ground dead, in a pool of blood. Images of him hungry, running, and lost and having nowhere to go haunted him. But, images of Nate, and Nate’s family often came to his rescue because they were his heroes. They were the people that took him in after his life took a tragic turn, and loved him like their own...
A pencil was twirling around in his thick red-hair, before he let out a low groan. The man could not concentrate for the life of him. His stomach rumbling really did not ease his mind either, because rather than being focused in on working on his novel, he was focused on his stomach yelling at him. One of those annoying sounds, that affected not only his ears but his insides too, as if his stomach was eating him from the inside out. It began to consume him and that was when he forced himself out of his chair and let his stomach take over. It really was about time for some grub and maybe when his belly was full he'd be able to concentrate better. Or, he could always hope, it seemed to be a difficult writing piece considering he was working on a story that hit close to home. It was a story he dreaded writing, but a story he felt the need to complete, to give himself closure to his past.
Trudging out onto the streets of Hadley he placed his notepad between his arms, dictating where he was going to fill his stomach. He figured a quiet place would do wonders, eat, and work on his story it sounded like a good plan. Getting himself lost into a typical guy mind, he wondered about what he wanted to eat. Pizza? Hamburger? Chicken? Something good...so lost, he felt himself not paying attention to his surroundings as he felt someone brush up against him, and then express a sorry. Looking up Joe gave a soft smile, "It's ok.." but when his eyes met the girl and her looks he froze a bit. She of course, had kept walking but he gawked at her. She looked exactly like his aunt had...and he remembered a cousin that was four or five when his mother was killed, and this resemblance was uncanny.
Turning around, he quickly followed after the young girl not even proceeding to think what he was doing was creepy, not at the moment. He was more determined to get a closer look or he would be left forever wondering if this girl was his cousin. Sarah. Stopping at a window, he peered inside and his heart did a weird turn. Could this girl be Sarah? There was no doubt that she looked like his former aunt, and there was no doubt that she was around the age his cousin would be now. Before, he knew what he was doing he walked into the Restaurant she was at and walked over to her.
what the hell am i doing? he questioned himself. He awkwardly stood their standing at her before he snapped out of his trance. Now realizing that following her, and standing here would be deemed as creepy at this point. "I'm sorry," he paused, "I-I was just wondering if you had a quick moment to take a survey for the newspaper," pausing again, his face bright red, "About Hadley." he really had no clue to what he was doing, but he was taking it and running with it. What else could he do? Besides, hopefully it would ease his mind. |
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Sarah Marie Evans
sophomore
ALLY'S, OUTCAST, SCHOLARSHIP, ART, POETRY, HELPING HANDS
Posts: 10
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Post by Sarah Marie Evans on Apr 8, 2013 16:58:24 GMT -5
status: complete. tag: joesph [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i919.photobucket.com/albums/ad32/paperheartx_x/bg3.png); width: 388px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;]There was something incredibly fascinating that Sarah found about watching people in their day to day activities and routines. It was a habit that she developed when she was a kid and never really grew out of. She could literally sit for hours in the back of a crowded room and remain unnoticed, gazing at different individuals and their unique interactions amongst each other. Sometimes, it would strike her muse with sudden inspiration, which she was currently lacking and turn whatever thoughts crossed her mind at that particular moment into - in her opinion - an original masterpiece to add to her accumulating collection. Whether it was in quick sketches or a few lines of a poem, it would never be thrown away. Sarah kept most of her work private. It was a rare occurrence that she allowed someone else to view her art. She didn't think a lot of people would be able to understand the meanings behind it. They weren't simply pictures in a sketch book or random words on a page. They held deep emotions that she held within herself and laying the out on paper was the only way she was able to express them inadvertently.
Most of her inspiration came from the memories of her childhood. The subject was a sore topic of discussion and she made it a point to try and avoid any conversation that dealt with it. She'd seen countless of therapists to try and get her to open up, but it proved to be futile each and every time. Sarah had become a ward of the state when she about five years old and for the life of her, she couldn't remember anything from before then despite how hard she tried. There was no recollection of what her mother looked like, what life was like for her or anything else for that matter. That part of her life was simply blank. It wasn't really unusual seeing as many people can't remember the early stages of life, but she figured she'd remember something as traumatic as her mother abandoning her.
At this moment, she had no desire to find her birth mother like she did when she was younger. She had suitable parental figures in her life now even if they were too busy to offer her any kind of recognition. Dinners were silent, accomplishments were pushed aside and physical contact was limited, but yet they expected her to live up to their standards of the perfect daughter. Her home was depressing. As grateful as she was to them for adopting her at the age of twelve, she didn't really hold any sort of love or affection for them. They were simply guardians in her eyes, providing her with food, shelter and education.
Sarah was torn from her thoughts when a shadow was cast over her table. She looked up in confusion to find a tall, young man with the same shock of brilliantly red hair as herself staring down at her. His eyes were incredibly wide and his skin was draining of color almost as if he were looking at a ghost. The way his gaze was trained on her caused the hairs on her arms to stand up. If she didn't know any better, she could've sworn he was trying to burn a hole into her face. "Um, did you need something?" she asked, starting to feel slightly uncomfortable by him. The question seemed to snap him from whatever trance he was in. At least he had the decency to look embarrassed for his actions if the redness that slowly started to cover his face was anything to go by. "Survey for the newspaper? I don't know..." she fiddled with the menu in her hands taking notice that he seemed to be extremely anxious about something. Perhaps, he had a deadline to meet? She could relate to that seeing as she had her own deadlines with homework assignments and such in the next few days. Sarah sighed, taking pity on the strange guy. "I guess I can spare a few moments for you. You can sit down." she replied softly and motioned the seat in front of her with a small smile.
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Post by joseph on Apr 23, 2013 18:10:58 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] JOE ROWLING "to see you again" Goodness gracious what was the man thinking? Anybody would be deeming Joseph’s actions as intolerable at this precise moment. Some creepy man comes up to a girl sitting alone at a table just gawking at her. Yes, this was indeed something that would creep out any normal human-being. Joe did not have a sign on his forehead that was readable stating...'i think i know you,' or a false statement reading, 'hey do a survey for the newspaper.' It would only be understandable that she would be totally lost. It would only be understandable that she also would not be thinking any of the same things he was at this moment. I mean honestly, she had been around the age of four or five when his mom died and he vanished from the face of the earth into Nate's home. If he had heard right shortly after his mom's death his cousins mum had left her. It was rather a depressing coincidence how both him and his cousin ended up with such similar lives. Joe here being granted a very loving home however for his cousin Ally he had no idea...
If this just so happened to be his cousin though he wasn't even sure how to dive into the matter. 'oh hey, you don't remember me or anything but i'm your cousin joe!' yeah...he supposed that would not be going over perfectly well. The red hair may help his case because well...it was not as if red hair was the most popular hair color in the world. But all at the same time it wasn't like it was only their family trait or anything. He was pretty certain he'd seen some boy walking around Hadley before with ginger hair and he had no reconnection of who the kid was. Nonetheless, this whole situation would still be awkward if it was or wasn't who he was thinking she was. He was certain though that if this girl was related to him he had to have some pictures of them together locked and keyed away in his closet back at his apartment. Shortly, after his moms death the Rowling boy was allowed back home and allowed to gather some of his belonging up to bring back to Nate's home. It would be the only proof he had but if this was her...he couldn't foresee him totally backing away from blood-related family unless she honestly wanted nothing to do with him. Family was family after all...and even with all the times, he told himself he had no interest in meeting his father parts of him still kept telling himself if his dad showed up he wouldn't turn him away. Part of him always still to this day wondered who the man was, and why he left...among many other unanswered questions.
Taking an uneasy seat across from the girl, he gave her a quick smile, "Thank you." he noted politely. He could sense her hesitance but he was still grateful for her kindness. He had many people flat out reject any sort of surveys he offered up, it was always the most stressful part of his job. Joe was not exactly the most sociable guy in the world and the interviews were always the most nerve-wracking...why on earth he put himself in this position was beyond answerable other than well...curiosity killing the cat. "Well, I guess..." clearing his throat, he shifted in his seat a bit, giving another smile. "First things first...can I get your name?" starting with the basics was always a perfect place to start.
When the server came by and asked him if he'd like to order something his mind was spiraling around with relief, "Yes, please a water" he breathed out quickly, already feeling his throat closing in on him.
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