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Post by Violet Maxwell on Jun 25, 2012 11:13:12 GMT -8
This was her one shot. What she had been waiting for all of her life! Or, rather, since grade 9. Violet hadn't wanted to just be some loser who wasn't noticed. She wanted to be popular--she would give her right arm just to be popular. It was something she had gotten from her dad. He was Mr. Golden Boy when he was in school. Perfect grades, perfect winning streaks in basketball, homecoming king, prom king, voted most likely to succeed and most popular--he was the guy everyone wanted to be. And now, she wanted her chance to be the girl that everyone wanted to be. Or at least, one of them. But it was difficult. You didn't invite yourself into Willow Santos' circle; you had to be invited. And once you were invited, you didn't turn her down.
And finally, Willow had taken notice of her! She thought she would die. As the girl talked to her, she explained to her that they were debating whether or not she was worthy. But if she wanted to throw a party, then they could definitely discuss it. Instantly, she agreed and the word spread like wildfire: Party at Violet Maxwell's house Saturday night.
She looked at her watch. It was only two pm. She had at least another five hours before anyone would even be showing up. But she couldn't deny that she was nervous. She didn't want a single thing to go wrong. They were parentless that weekend: Her father had gone to a conference in Vancouver for the weekend, and their mother had joined him, if only to get that much time alone with him. Uncle Finn was off spending the weekend with friends. So, there was not a single adult who could ruin this. The only one was her brother. God, Caleb. She hoped that he had some loser friends to hang out with tonight. He might not even know about the party. It seemed unlikely, since Willow had everyone talking about it. But, she could hope, right?
She had pulled out a dress that had less material than a bikini, and set it on her bed. She had curlers in her hair, and she wore a bathrobe. Stepping out of her room, she went into the kitchen to grab a soda. |
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Post by Caleb Maxwell on Jul 20, 2012 1:22:52 GMT -8
Parentless meant pretty little to Caleb. He guessed it was cool not to have to worry about having his parents around, but for the most part, he wasn't bothered by them anyway. With them gone, the extent of his plans revolved around hanging out at home, watching bad TV and maybe looking for someone to hang out with. He didn't go out of his way to cause trouble and he really didn't have the compulsion to get into it. Usually, what he wanted to do didn't get in anyone's way and he liked it like that. He definitely wasn't about to throw some massive party while they were gone. He didn't see the point. Although, apparently his sister had. And he only knew it because it was spreading around school. He wouldn't have paid the party any mind if he didn't hear who was hosting it. That meant his house was going to be filled with people (most of which he probably didn't care for anyway). It really wasn't something that he could stop, but he sure as hell wasn't leaving the house either.
Caleb was currently in the kitchen, hopped up on one of the counters, digging his hand into a bag of chips. When his sister came in, he watched her for a moment before clearing his throat to get her attention. "Big night tonight?" He asked, because he knew damn well that it must have been. He couldn't help but wonder if she thought it was her big ticket for that school. "You probably should cancel before you embarrass yourself." Now, whether she did or didn't he couldn't know. But, he couldn't help the jab that he pointed at her either. Come on, who could? And if things did go wrong, then maybe it'd be fun to sit back and watch. He might not be thrilled about this. But it could be amusing. |
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Post by Violet Maxwell on Jul 20, 2012 2:24:11 GMT -8
Violet looked up as she opened her diet soda, taking a sip as she listened to him. "Maybe," she muttered with a shrug. "You better not tell, either. I need this," she warned him. She needed everything to go smoothly. She didn't know if Caleb would call up their father and tell him. But, she didn't want to think about the consequences, either. Their father was always busy, and he didn't really take notice to too many things. But, when someone broke a rule and he did notice, it wasn't pretty. Violet had learned that far too well. Of course, it didn't stop her from breaking rules, especially when it came to trying to impress Willow. She was just careful to not get caught.
When he made that jab, though, she scoffed. "Mr. Pessimist!" she shook her head. "Everything will go great. You can stick around if you want. I'm making history tonight." Or, something like that. She might not make the history books, but she would at least make the grade to hang out with Willow Santos. " Are you crazy? Nobody cancels on Willow Santos. I know there's a brain in there somewhere, Caleb. Use it." If she were to call off the party, she wouldn't be able to set foot in Degrassi again. It would be mortifying. Not to mention, Willow wouldn't let her get away with it. Willow was a bad person to get on the wrong side of. No, cancelling was just something she couldn't do. It wasn't acceptable in the least. |
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