Post by MADDIE ♥ on Apr 8, 2009 16:07:48 GMT -5
close your eyes and make believe
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wanna be. forgetting all the memories, try to forget love 'cause love's forgotten me[/i][/color][/font]
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T[/size]he only bad thing about model houses is, they give you free time. Way too much free time that Jaymee Jillenhaal didn't know how to spend. She grew up in front of the camera, her mother dragging her photo shoot to photo shoot, wardrobe to wardrobe, hair salon to hair salon. In the world Jaymee grew up in, 'free time' just didn't exist. But here it did exist, and everyone else knew exactly how to spend it. The other girls were either whispering to each other, piled on the couch watching TV, or checking out the boys, who, in turn, were checking them out too. But as for Jaymee? Well...let's just say she wasn't exactly welcome to join them, even if she wanted to. Why? Because let's just say Miss Jillenhaal wasn't exactly nice to any of them. At all.
Yes, Jaymee is a bitch, perhaps one of the biggest in the house, if not the biggest in the house. She's known to do whatever it takes to get on top, and she doesn't care the tiniest bit about what might happen to anyone else in the process. So maybe that's why the other girls tended to avoid her. Actually...no maybe about it. That had to be it. Jaymee just wasn't 'friend' material, and they all knew that. But, honestly, she didn't care. She didn't care about friends or boyfriends or any of that other pathetic stuff. All she cared about was winning, about being the best. She had no time for petty little friendships.
J[/size]aymee sighed, strutting through the halls in her five-inch expensive heels, causing a loud click-click-clicking to echo through the house. Not knowing exactly where it was she wanted to go, she wandered aimlessly through the large building, smirking to herself as she saw the way some girls she had terrorized previously avert their eyes. It was such fun for her to see the damage she caused them. With a sigh and a slip of her wavy blonde hair, she entered the living room, pausing at the threshold and scanning the faces of the people who occupied it. No one worth wasting time with. She exhaled and clicked loudly over to one of the many empty red-velvet couches. Seating herself at the end, she immediately went to inspecting her new manicure, waiting for this damned 'free time' to end already.
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