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Window Girl Lisette Gazing around at my unfamiliar surroundings, I softly set down my quartet of bags on the lustrous wood in my new bedroom. I was glad, in a way, that there was only my mother, my father, my younger siblings, Ada and Eli, and I in this seven-bedroomed mansion on the prestigious Maple Walk road, as it meant that we three siblings had rooms to ourselves. I began to unpack my belongings. My mother was an avid shopper, and consequently I had three times the amount of clothes that the average fifteen year old girl requires. My brownish-blonde hair would simply hang straight in its chin-length bob, and I was at my happiest lazing around in comfy, worn pyjamas, or covering my slim frame with jogging bottoms and an elderly charcoal T-shirt. However, much to my disappointment, the only clothes I had in the suitcases before me were skimpy tops, skin-tight jeans, skirts which were more like belts, and pointy, high-heeled shoes. Heels? I can't walk in heels – at all! What my mother did not know was that I had smuggled in a certain amount of 'comfort clothes' – baggy trousers, old skirts, tatty trainers and big, furry boots. I could only wear these while my mother was out at work; it didn't bother the 'men' of the household, or my sister, so much as to what I was wearing. I could only presume that they were too preoccupied - with rugby, or fishing, or jujitsu, or whatever other pointless sport they happened to attend together - to notice such an inconsequential thing such as my garments. All the ridiculous clothes were carefully hung up inside the wardrobe – I was a bit of a neat freak – and my comfort clothes were hidden underneath the bed. I hoped they wouldn't accumulate dust. Or spiders. After an hour of unpacking my various possessions, including souvenirs and trinkets from my numerous holidays, my room was beginning to feel like my own. Favourite posters and cartoons supplemented the tasteful paintwork, and one entire wall – around the headboard of my double bed – was completely filled with pictures and birthday card cut-outs, certificates from school and things I'd made or drawn or created. That's my hobby. Scrapbooks, memory boards, collages, whatever you want to call it – I like making things to represent me. Who I am, what I do, what I want to be and have; they're all up there, vying for attention. Though personally, I have to say that I like the photographs the best. A shot of my best friend, Hazel, and I; arms round each other in an embrace, we smiled sweetly at the camera. A baby one of me, no clothes on, toothlessly grinning at an unseen relative. And a snap of me and all of my friends, dressed up to the nines, tears streaming down our faces like hot steam on a window. My leaving party. That photo had pride of place on the wall, surrounded by a border of bright card, gold stars and multicoloured feathers. I had had once-in-a-lifetime friends there. I wondered if my lifetime would be so kind as to let me have them twice. "Lissy?" Dazedly, I returned to my normal state of mind. Strolling down Memory Lane was sure to bring on the waterworks again, though I wasn't sure how a body could hold as many tears as mine seemed to. "Lissy?" the voice called again, Lissy being my mother's nickname for me. Mum's head appeared around my door, beaming. "Wow! You've certainly made this room your own!" "Do you like it?" I enquired. "Yes, it looks great. Now, just to let you know, I'm popping off to work. I might be some time – there are quite a few things I have to do…" Only an hour in our new home, and my mother is already back on her feet, working as a top medical practitioner at Thornet Hospital. That's her new job, the whole reason why I had to desert my friends in Acombe. She earns about three hundred thousand pounds - £300,000! – in one year. "That's fine. I've got a load of things to do. I can always make dinner for me and the others in an hour or so…" "I suppose…" Mum mumbled grudgingly. She knows that I cook better than she does; I've had more time to practice. "Have a good time then. See you." I leaned up to peck her on the cheek, though her crimson hair got in the way. "Love you." "Love you too. Bye!" Honestly, my mother is a workaholic. I moved onto my bed and lay down, revelling in the peace and quiet. Usually there would be Eli and Ada arguing about pointless, inconsequential trivia, or singing along to songs with our state-of-the-art music player, or even just the sixty-inch TV blaring merrily along in the background. But it was so quiet. It was like the walls had been soundproofed… actually, maybe they had been soundproofed. I'd have to check. I sighed, leaning backwards on my plush bed. It didn't seem, to me, like there was anything I could do. Obviously, I had no homework. My collage was finished. The surplus members of my family were otherwise occupied. And I had no friends to do anything with. My hopes were set on seeing Haze sorry - it lopped a bit off!!! .....Hazel twice a year at least, but, what with the five hundred mile distance, it wouldn't be too easy. I hoisted myself up, and wandered aimlessly towards the large window. The collection of mansions fronted onto a spacious, grassy square, though of course each house had its own humungous back garden. Across from me, I could see another window. And another face peeking out of it. Rosalinne there is a strange girl in the window. I have not seen her before. my mummy says not to talk to strangers but I wonder if I can talk to her. she looks very nice. not that pretty though. my mummy is pretty. beautiful. that girl is new I think. I do not have many friends. only my mummy. I wonder if me and that girl can be friends.
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Mandy asks…
help with my kat von d costume?
i have tight pleather pants to wear. i have high heels. i still need to get a top, but thas no issue. however that tattoos are. i was going to get a dew distinct one, i.e. the one that says Hollywood across hur stomach. all the ones on hur fingers and face. for the rest of my arms, i was hoping there was an alternative. i saw in a picture a guy with a shirt type thing, it looked liek mesh and it had tattoos all over it. where could i buy something liek that? a halloween store? thanks :) tattoo sleeves! thats what there called. where can i purchase them?
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Man, I have no idea where you'd get those. But come on, you should go all out! Spend all day with a bunch of makeup and draw the tattoo's on her arms. Or at least a few. I'm sure people will get who you are if you do your makeup right and have the stars on her face. If you have a friend that's really good at drawing, you should ask them to do it for you. I draw on my friends all the time with costume makeup, everyone think's they're real tattoos.
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