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[shelby alexandria merrick]

*well she ain't no cinderella when she's getting undressed !
^{CAUSE SHE ROCKS IT LIKE THE NAUGHTY WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST}

Shelby walked into the Cliffhangers Girls' cabin and looked around. It was empty. Good. She wasn't too keen on living in the same cabin with a group of girls, though she didn't really have a choice. She had adjusted a tad bit of the past 10 months, however, no so much that she was actually happy about the living arrangements. Of course, she had figured it would be empty since all the other cliffhangers were headed out on some hike. She would have been joining them, however, Sophie and sent her back to the dorm because of her attire. She had told Shelby that her bright green shirt that read, 'Rub Me For Luck' was extremely inappropriate and made an unwelcome sexual suggestion. Shelby had defended the shirt, telling her that it was only a joke, but all the same Sophie told her that she had to go change and that would be receiving extra kitchens duty for the rest of the week.

It wasn't worth making a fuss over so Shelby had just put away her hiking equipment and made her way back to the cabin. Now, in the room that she shared with seven other girls, four beds lined up in a row on each side, she rifled through her drawers and changed into a shirt with a quote from the 80s movie 'The Goonies'. She knew that Peter would probably be coming soon to collect the inappropriate shirt. She threw the shirt at the end of her bed and then plopped down the bed herself. Someone had brought the mail for the day. She had two letters sitting on the bedside table. She picked them up. One was from her mother, she had no intentions of reading that one first, no matter who the second one was from.

Looking at the second letter she noticed it was from a guy named Clifton. She had met Clifton during her year on the street. Yes, the context of their relationship was basically her having sex with him and him giving her money for it, but they had kept in touch since she had been forced back home and into Horizon. He wasn't like the other guys from that time in her life. She actually liked him...as a person. She opened up his letter, wondering what was new with him, when she heard the door open. "The shirts right there Peter. And don't worry, Sophie already gave me the riot act and put me on kitchens for a week." she said assuming it was Peter walking in. Who else would it be?

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[mallory mariah ryder]

YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE YOUR EYES

if ten million fireflies lit up
THE WORLD AS I FELL ASLEEP

Mallory
Mariah Ryder angrily walked back toward the Cliffhanger Cabin early that morning. As soon as she had arrived at the trail for her 'soothing and energizing' hike, she was immediately sent back after this other girl (Shelby, was it?) for her 'inappropiate' attire. So what if her t-shirt was showing a little bit of her midsection? So what if she was wearing dangling earrings?

"It's like they expect me to be some boring loser! How am I supposed to continue being the most popular girl here if they expect me to follow all of their stupid rules," she thought, walking up to the cabin's front step. She had always been addicted to competition, which was why she couldn't help but be the best. It was also partly why she had turned into a cutter and an alcoholic. And it was why her sister had ended up dying at such a young age, too. She sighed and then entered the cabin, immediately brushing those thoughts from her mind.

She scanned the cabin anxiously, hoping that she was alone. Whenever she thought of her sister, or her past, she had the habit of cutting herself, and she could never let anyone see her break down like that. Everyone would hate her then, and that could not be an option..... She then caught site of the girl that had been sent back for inappropriate attire, too.

"The shirts right there Peter. And don't worry, Sophie already gave me the riot act and put me on kitchens for a week."

"It's not Peter; it's Mallory. Shelby, right?" She smiled at the girl nervously and walked up to her bed, which was the one farthest away from the window. On her bed was a letter from her best friend, Alice, whom had taken her place as the head cheerleader at her old school. She felt hurt that life was going on without her, and she knew that Alice would still want to gloat about her newest accomplishment. Mallory swiftly tucked the letter into her pillowcase and rummaged through her drawer until she found her favorite 'beautiful' t-shirt.

Mallory then plopped down on her bed and sighed. "I really don't want to go back, do you?"

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[shelby alexandria merrick]

*well she ain't no cinderella when she's getting undressed !
^{CAUSE SHE ROCKS IT LIKE THE NAUGHTY WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST}

Shelby was in the middle of reading Clifton's letter. He was one of the few people that actually put a genuine smile on her face. Once again in his letter he was trying to figure out if she was really okay. He asked how Scott was doing, thought Shelby was well aware that he probably didn't really care. The first time that Shelby had told Clifton about Scott...well to say that Cliff had gotten just a little upset would be quite the understatement. Shelby had always told him that she didn't believe in dating because relationships that involved more than sex never really worked out. That had always been her response, especially when Clifton himself had wanted to date her and take their relationship beyond the point it was.

A laugh escaped her lips as she read the rather smart-ass comment that he had written about Scott when she heard the girl's voice. It was obvious that it wasn't Peter. It's not Peter; it's Mallory. Shelby, right? Damn. So apparently Shelby wouldn't be spending quality time with herself. She looked up from her letter and saw a blonde girl, who'd she'd seen before, walk into the room. Shelby raised an eyebrow. She'd never really talked to her. It explained why she couldn't remember the girl's name. Apparently she knew Shelby's though. Go figure. From what Shelby had picked up, the girl had a bitch attitude. Then again, so did she as well as majority or the females at Horizon. They were either bitches or cry babies. She also knew the girl had been there for about a year longer than Shelby. It may have been wrong, but all Shelby could think about was how the girl looked exactly like the bubbly blonde cheerleaders who used to give Shelby shit back at her old school. She tried to push that out of her mind. The girl may be half way decent. Maybe.

"Yeah it's Shelby." She watched as the girl changed her shirt. Looks like they had been charged with the same crime. She looked back down at her letter. "Luckily I don't have to go back. No hike for me, but I've got kitchens with the Pathwinders for a week. Fun," she said without looking up this time. "I'm guessing Sophie made you change too? She must be seriously PMSing, especially with your shirt. My fame shirt is the same length and I wear it all the time."

* i doubt she’d even let the devil buy her little black book. city hall would probably fall off if anyone got a look ! ,
^{EVERY A-LIST PLAYER IS A FAVORITE FRIEND, CAUSE THEY ALL TASTE THE SAME IN THE BACK OF THE BENZ}

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