Shan Williams, District seven. {WIP}
Jul 17, 2011 3:33:20 GMT -5
Post by Ally is tentatively back on Jul 17, 2011 3:33:20 GMT -5
Colors.
Will you listen to what I'm saying?=68E031
(Self-speech/thoughts.)
Because she's a very distinctive person.=2ACC73
(Sister's speech.)
Well I can't keep them away forever.=367A0E
(Other's speech.)
I'm a musical person.=0FC109
(Lyrics.)
Because I have to keep reliving them.=098965
(Memories.)
My name's Shan. Short for Shannon. As in Shannon Nichole Williams. I'm the second-oldest of five children.
My older/twin sister is Merry, short for Meredith. We're complete opposites.
We hate each other.
My younger siblings are Jacob, who is currently 16, Daniel, currently 13, and Stephanie, currently 10.
Me and Merry are 19.
No way to deny she's lovely.
It's impossible for me to not compare myself to my sisters. We have a new baby in the house, so it's nutty. She has my eyes, big and green, with silver flecks. But she has Merry's straight blonde hair. She's pale, but we don't know if it's like me or Merry, which makes us both laugh, because we used to be so alike. We still are, sort of.
"Sha-an! Let's go outside!"
I sigh and shake my head. "Merry I don't want to. I'll get burnt, you go without me." I unplaster my sticky, sweaty red curls from my forehead before looking at her. I think I see hurt in her big, dark blue, gold-rimmed eyes, but she just nods and walks out. I sigh again and go back to my book.
[/i]Will you listen to what I'm saying?=68E031
(Self-speech/thoughts.)
Because she's a very distinctive person.=2ACC73
(Sister's speech.)
Well I can't keep them away forever.=367A0E
(Other's speech.)
I'm a musical person.=0FC109
(Lyrics.)
Because I have to keep reliving them.=098965
(Memories.)
My name's Shan. Short for Shannon. As in Shannon Nichole Williams. I'm the second-oldest of five children.
My older/twin sister is Merry, short for Meredith. We're complete opposites.
We hate each other.
My younger siblings are Jacob, who is currently 16, Daniel, currently 13, and Stephanie, currently 10.
Me and Merry are 19.
No way to deny she's lovely.
It's impossible for me to not compare myself to my sisters. We have a new baby in the house, so it's nutty. She has my eyes, big and green, with silver flecks. But she has Merry's straight blonde hair. She's pale, but we don't know if it's like me or Merry, which makes us both laugh, because we used to be so alike. We still are, sort of.
"Sha-an! Let's go outside!"
I sigh and shake my head. "Merry I don't want to. I'll get burnt, you go without me." I unplaster my sticky, sweaty red curls from my forehead before looking at her. I think I see hurt in her big, dark blue, gold-rimmed eyes, but she just nods and walks out. I sigh again and go back to my book.
Perfect skin, perfect hair.
Perfume hearts everywhere.
Tell myself that inside she's ugly!
Maybe I'm just jealous.
I can't help but hate her.
Maybe I'll admit it, I'm a little bitter.
Everybody loves her.
But I just wanna hit her.
She is the prom queen, I'm in the marching band.
She is a cheerleader, I'm sitting in the stands.
She has the top bunk, I'm sleeping on the floor.
She's miss America, and I'm just the girl next door.
I get a little bit, she gets a little more.
She's miss America, and I'm just the girl next door.
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