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[gracie paulina vanderbilt]

- - - -Gracie

[/i][/font] Vanderbilt stood on the edge of what could have been considered a garden during the summer, but now only consisted of ruins of the plants of the previous summer and spring. It was cold out, but these days Gracie never seemed to notice the chill. Her mind was always on other, more important things. It was six thirty at night and the sun had long ago set. It was not practical for her to be outside in nothing but a light jacket and shorts with tights underneath, but then again Gracie never did the practical thing. The darkness surrounding her might have made somebody else uncomfortable, but she embraced the silence, the loneliness. It was the one time of day that she could be by herself. Never in her life had Gracie had time for just herself. She had four siblings- two older sisters and two older brothers, and when she was younger she was only interested in being with them. When high school came around, all the people hit her like a ton of bricks. She was popular in a sense, but even though she wasn't usually someone's first choice of person to talk to, it was like she could never get away from the murmurs and voices of everyone else. She crossed her arms across her chest momentarily before drawing a cigarette from the pocket of her shorts along with a lighter. She put the cancer stick to her lips before lighting it with the tiny red lighter that was Gracie's constant companion. Taking a drag, she tilted her head up towards the sky before exhaling, letting the cigarette tip burn as she embraced the quiet. Cigarettes were not her drug of choice, but if she'd had weed, she would have chosen to smoke that instead in a heartbeat.

- - - -A[/i][/font]s the cigarette burned down to the butt, she walked over towards the front door of the Bianchi dormitories, pushing what remained of the cigarette into the ashtray on a nearby garbage can. This was how she spent most of her nights lately. If it wasn't that she was addicted to smoking, then it was because she felt so entirely stressed out lately that she didn't know just how to handle things the proper way. Therapy was out of the question for two reasons: 1) she understood that therapists and their patients were supposed to have a rule of confidence, but Gracie figured it was only so long before the truth got out about her and her family, and 2) Gracie truly believed that therapists only helped the crazy. This is a common misconception among teenagers and people in general, and Gracie was clearly no different. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as a couple of girls exited the dorm, glancing at Gracie quickly and nodding at her in acknowledgment before continuing their conversation. The cold had long begun to get to her and she shivered, though unwilling to reenter the dormitory that she called a home. Gracie could not imagine living without the luxuries she was born with, but she had learned that being rich had come with a big price tag. The thrill of money only lasted so long before you got bored of it. That time had come four years ago for Gracie Vanderbilt.

- - - -Gracie[/i][/font] felt so useless as of late. Ever since everything had happened, mainly the abortion, she felt like it took everything in her to wake up and go to school in the morning. If she could have, Gracie would have gladly slept in all day and every day. All this school business did not help ease any of the pain she had been feeling, physical or mental, and her grades had long ago begun to suffer from the pressure. Her parents had spoken to her numerous times over the past four months about her inability to pay attention in school, but their comments went in one ear and out the other. She didn't understand why they didn't see what she saw. Their efforts were pointless because Gracie honestly had had no desire to do anything since the day she got an abortion. The memory played on repeat in her head and she couldn't seem to shake the memory, no matter how much she drank or how many drugs she did. [/blockquote]

haii. this thread is tagged for bentley vanderbilt[/i][/font]. gracie is wearing this outfit[/i][/font][/url] plus an invisible jacket. as far as word count goes, there's word count[/i][/font]. this post is finished[/i][/font]. lyrics and muse for my post are time to pretend by mgmt[/i][/font] and by the way, sorry that this post is so incredibly awful. it will be better next time, i promise[/i][/font].

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[BENTLEY RYDER VANDERBILT]

b e n t l e y ryder *

^{i see your dirty face, high behind your collar. what is
done in vain, truth is hard to swallow. so you pray to god,
to justify the way you live a lie. live a lie, live a lie.
and you take your time, and you do your crime.
well you made your bed, i’m in mine .}

-----Being stuck in this school was basically
the worst thing that could have happened to Bentley.
He wasn’t the kind of kid that would just stand still.
Being super passionate about sports, he used to
go out every day when he was back home.
Not to mention the clubs and bars he was going to
with his fake ID. But now, he had to be happy with
playing sports in the school yard only.
And going to parties held in students rooms.
Bentley was a Vanderbilt and like all Vanderbilts
he was this arrogant stuck-up kid that no new
money could stand. The feeling was mutual though.
His friends were all old money and he
never spoke to a new money…
unless he was making fun of them or something.
The only thing that made Bentley feel safe about
coming here was that all his siblings were attending.
Being the second boy of the family and the second
youngest didn’t give him much importance in the family.
Of course, his dad was a little more understanding
with him being the younger boy, but other
than that, he would just pass on unobserved.

-----It was almost seven pm and Bentley felt the need
to go out for a walk. He hated to wear too many clothes
at a time so even when it was winter and snowy
and there were -10 degrees outside he would still wear
a T-shirt and a jacket. Even so, he never had a cold
in his entire life. He grabbed his jacket, his cell phone
and a bottle of water and got out of the room. He had no
idea of where he was heading yet but wandered
the hallways watching everything curiously as
it was his first time there. He got at the
exit door, opened it and the fierce wind struck him.
He covered his head with the hood of his
jacket and went down the stairs. He was
so full of energy that if you looked from the
distance you could think he was dancing.
He jumped a bit so that he won’t feel the cold
and looked around the yard for someone familiar.

-----His eyes fell on a very well known silhouette
and smiled when he realized who she was.
He walked to where she was sitting almost dancing
every step and sat next to her causing a huge noise.
“Well, hello mademoiselle Gracie”, Bentley said smiling
at his little sister. Bentley grew up loving every one of
his siblings and he knew that no matter what he did, they
will always be there for him, helping and supporting him
in every single way. And that’s what he did too.
Gracie was probably his weakness considering
she was the youngest of the family.
Even though there was only one year between
them, Bentley felt like he was so much more
mature than her and that he needed to
protect her of everything that could possibly harm her.
He looked at her and at how she seemed to be
freezing and wanted to give her his jacket
but remembered that he only had a T-shirt underneath.
“Hand me a cigarette, will you? I need to feel warm”,
he said putting his hand out waiting for
the cigarette to come.

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word count: 548
post status: finished
outfit: C L I C K
credit: becca.x @ CAUTION 2.0
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