Areida

*gasp* I want your skirt! I'll trade you this one. *offers one of many uniform skirts* *puppy eyes* Pwease?

Yeah, but I'm beginning to think it's not in my nature to be useful... my critiques are too nice... I need to work on that... I think I'm too positive ...

(woot!) Ivy takes another sip of her beer. She doesn't like the way it tastes, but that doesn't matter. It's the principle of the thing. Besides, she's not even going ...

*glances over at own sweater vest in the corner, the one that she will be wearing in less than four weeks* Yeah, let's not be too harsh on the sweater ...

^ ^ ^ Was really hyped up on soda!

(Who are you talking to, Qi? Sorry, just want to make sure I get it right... LOL..) The girl shrugs toward Emma. "I might." Her eyes skim the party again, ...

The girl accepts the beer and lifts the can to her lips to take a sip of the frosty cold alcohol. The girl called Emma looks over the girl's shoulder ...

Wow. I don't think you went into overkill with adjectives at all... you've used them beautifully. It's honest, well-written, and more than just a little sad. You've written it in ...

Ooh, you do have cool handwriting...

The girl's head turns as the girl called Emma runs past her, and her eye catches on something else. Was that... a man in the grass? She blinks, and the ...

^ ^ ^ Sometimes confuses me because she has MG's old avvie

Small talk. The girl gets impatient and begins to walk again. She's going to that party regardless of what the others plan to do. The music and raucous laughter get ...

An otter named Mr. Gloopenheimer, but I'd call him Finn. A penguin named George. My miniature dachshounds Noodle and Brownie back. A lion named Leroy. A prarie dog named Roger.

Ooh, good way to put it Rei. That's a neat effect... make your reader feel the same as your protaganist... I like.

^ ^ ^ Has a very adorablish avatar (Our library isn't any good... plus the bookstore has comfy armchairs and the library just has straight-backed chairs and glaring librarians...)