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Roosevelt's Charm School for Young Ladies and Gentlemen



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Thu Oct 24, 2013 12:50 am
thelostone says...



August

"This might not be as bad as thought." Eliza laughed.

"So the princess can be pleased?" I joked.

"On occasion." She smiled and the music ended.

"Wonderful!" Mrs. Roosevelt clapped and swayed. "Oh I can just tell this will be a great year. Now ladies and gentlemen, please take a seat as we discuss the upcoming term."

Eliza and I sat down and immediately I began to zone out. I've never had a particularly long attention span and something about the headmistress made me want to bang my head against a wall.

*****

After a long speech she dismissed us to our dorms. I groaned and stretched then held out my arm to Eliza.

"Please, great, humble, beautiful princess Eliza," I said dramatically. "Would you give me the tremendous honor as to allow me to escort such a high member of society such as yourself to her highness's sleeping chambers?"

"I suppose." She held her chin high and grinned as she took my arm and I led her up the grand stair case.

We walked towards her room and I spun her one last time before opening her door for her.

"Goodnight." I smiled.

She held up her hand. "You're forgetting something."

My eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I'm looking for a word.." She drifted off. "Starts with a P.."

I laughed, finally understanding. "Goodnight, Princess Eliza."

"Goodnight, August." She said softly and closed the door behind her.

I walked into my room and to my surprise there was another guy in my room.

"Uh, hey man." I held out my hand. "You must be my roommate."

He nodded and shook my hand. "Jacob."

"August."

"How was your night?" He asked, unpacking his bag.

"Good." I pulled my sweat pants back on. "How was yours?"

"Amazing. I met this girl.." He drifted off and I raised my eyebrows.

"Oh yeah? And her name?"

"Colleen."
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Thu Oct 24, 2013 8:37 pm
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Eliza

I walk into my room and see only one of the girls there. "Hello there." I say. I pull my hair up into a bun and change into my night clothes. My phone rings and it is my sister calling. "Hello Maybell." I say.

"Hey Eliza." She says, I can tell she is smiling. "I miss you."

"Oh, baby girl I miss you too." I say.

"How is it?" She asks.

I think about August and then respond. "It is not as bad as I thought, but I would rather be in my boots, sundress and in town again. I still don't know what daddy sent my here." I say.

"I think he was scared you would scare away the step monster." She says.

"Good point. I am not a huge fan of the lady but daddy loves her and I guess that is enough for me." I say.

"It is horrible being in this house with out you." She says.

"I know." I say. I tell her goodnight and go to sleep.

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I wake up to a loud knock on the door. I go open it, so sleepy I can hardly stand it. I open it and find our headmistress. "It is time to wake up." She says.

"What a delightful way to wake up in the morning." I say with a fake smile.

"Ms. Rose, am I going to have problems with you?" She ask. "Because I am the last person you want to have trouble with."

"Oh, I would never cause any trouble." I say, rolling my eyes.

"Breakfast will be served in an hour, be there no later." She says sternly.

"Would not dream of it." I say.

I walk back into my room and put my uniform on. I put on a dash of make up and let my wavy hair fall. I walk out the door and see August walking toward the breakfast hall. I run over to him and jump on his back and cover his eyes, waiting for him to gues who it was.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart
-Winnie the Pooh





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Sat Oct 26, 2013 1:30 am
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August

"Guess who?" A pair of small hands covered my eyes and I immediately knew it was Eliza.

"Um, could it be the small blonde girl I met yesterday?" I asked.

Her hands fell and she raised an eyebrow. "I have a name."

"I know." I teased. "How has your morning been, Eliza?"

"Fine, " She gently tightened my tie and tucked in my shirt.

"Hey! Can't you tell I'm being a rebel?" I joked and loosened my tie again.

"Mmm, but there's a fine line between rebelling and looking like you belong in the streets, August." She smiled.

I rolled my eyes. "Come on. I'm starving."

We crossed the room and sat down at a table. Two waiters served us breakfast on a silver platter. He took off the lid and a lump instantly formed in my throat. Chocolate chip pancakes were staked neatly on my plate.

Just the sight of them brought back a flood of memories. I haven't had chocolate chip pancakes since my dad died.

I cleared my throat in an attempt to keep back my emotions and looked back up at the waiter.

"Is there anything else for breakfast?" I asked.

"No, sir. It's a tradition to have chocolate chip pancakes on the first day of the term. I'm afraid it's all we have this morning."

I nodded and handed him my tray back. "I'm not hungry."

The waiter walked away and Eliza's face crumpled in confusion.

"You just said you were starving. What's wrong with chocolate chip pancakes?"

"Nothing." I said quietly. "If you'll excuse me, I'd like to go get some air before it's time for class."

She nodded slowly and I quickly made my way outside to the courtyard. I found a bench and sat down, letting my head fall into my hands.


****


"Hey," Eliza sat down next to me. "You alright?"

"Yeah. I'm fine." I lied and ran my fingers through my hair.

"You know, you can talk to me if you want. I'll listen." She offered.

I gave her a small smile and waited for her to walk away but she didn't. I looked back at the ground. "My dad and I used to make chocolate chip pancakes together every Saturday when I was a kid." I said softly. "Even as I got older we still made them. I guess it kinda stuck, you know? We'd put one of his old records on his phonograph and sometimes we'd sing or dance and others we were quiet. And then, uh, two years ago he got lung cancer. I watched the disease kill him, Eliza. A couple cigars took him away from me." I kept my gaze on the grass, unable to meet her eyes and took in a shattery breath. I will not cry. "We stopped making them a few months after he was diagnosed. Then uh as it got closer to, you know the end, he was in the hospital having a machine breathe for him. He was dying and I was so depressed that I missed saying goodbye to him. He died in the hospital room with no one. No one, Eliza and you know what the nurses told me? They said he wrote down 'I want to make pancakes with my boy one last time.' on a piece of paper an hour before he died. He wanted me there, he needed me there and I-I"

"Hey, August." Eliza placed her hand on my cheek. "You don't have to say any more." She moved her hand to put it on top of mine. "Just relax, okay?"

She leaned her head on my shoulder and I leaned mine on top of hers. I closed my eyes and forced the tears away.
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Sun Nov 10, 2013 11:46 pm
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I didn't realize there was a 2nd page until now. Can anyone tell me what's going on.
Oh, I'm such a fool! I can't be free!
No escape from the storm inside of me!
I can’t control the curse!
Please, you’ll only make it worse!
There’s so much fear! You’re not safe here!





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Sun Dec 15, 2013 6:59 pm
Pan says...



Gonna Revive this ^^
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My mother stood at the head of the cafeteria, watching all of the students with a fake smile on her old face.
"Mother," I began.
"Yes, Amestra?"
"Mother, I can I go to my class?" I replied. "I'm feeling overcrowded."
"Amestra-" She turned to look at me, seeing the paleness of my skin, the sunken bags under my eyes. "Yes, you may go. Careful." She replied, as I curtsied- as she always told me to do- and slowly walked away, toward the class that I would attend for a while.
I was relieved to find nobody there, and I leaned my head against the wall.
Ever since I was a child, I had been sickly. Always the one to catch a cold, to get whatever disease was floating round. I could tell my mother was ashamed of that, but her love for me overpowered it, somehow.
My father often remarked that I was his "pride and joy" and everyone complimented my parents on how 'well-behaved' I was. The only reason I was here was because he was away, and being only 16, I couldn't stay alone, for what if I became ill again?
My forehead met the col wood and I tried to locate the nearest water-fountain.
It was just a few meters away, and I slowly walked towards it, letting the cool water slide down my throat.
I heard somebody clear their throat behind me, and I turned around to see a girl with blonde hair and a tall boy with brown hair standing there.
"H-Hello." I smiled.
"Hey, are you alright?" The boy asks, concerned.
"I'll be alright..." I replied, smiling. "I am simply nervous."
He nods, and the girl steps forward. "I'm Eliza, this is Gus- and you are?"
"Amestra Roosevelt," I begin, and Eliza looks shocked. "and my mother is the Headmistress, before you ask."
She nods, then starts to fidget.
"However, we have our differences." I added, and the duo relaxed.
I AM THE PAN.
BEWARE MY KITCHEN UTENSIL-Y GLORY!
Formerly 'PenAndSword'








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