a jerk with a heart of gold

The blond looked at the envelope sitting on his desk warily. For all he knew, it could be booby-trapped.
Then again, that was normal for Angie Starr. She had some deal with fire...
Shaking his head, he approached the letter, grabbed it, and tore the top off, revealing its content. A letter, for him.
Written by her, at probably one in the morning. She used to call him at that hour. He slowly picked up the paper and his blue eyes flickered. Well.
"Angie Starr, you're an interesting case." He murmured, dropping the piece of paper back on the table. He turned around and walked out of his studio.
As soon as he left, another letter came.
"Hey, brother of mine~ Where the frack are you?" Blond, tall, and easily irritated, the older Myracle-Hayden entered the studio. She held an envelope in her blood-red manicured hands, her green eyes scanning the empty room. "All right then. He'll find this later." She dropped the envelope on the table that was once occupied and turned on her Louis Vuitton heel, click-clacking away from the scene.
The younger Myracle-Hayden came back later, his blond hair a mess and his eyes dark. A shaking hand held a cup from Starbucks, filled with black coffee, no sugar, no cream, an extra shot of expresso. He slowly made his way towards his table and chair, slumped down and placed his head down. Another great show. Another memory of her.
It was five years, and he still couldn't get over her. His eyes looked to the side and he almost fell of his chair. Another envelope.
He eyed this one carefully and picked it up, tearing it open.
Ty Myracle-Hayden;
Hi there. In my last letter I told you to have fun in life. Well, I had an epiphany last night, around three thirty AM and decided to correct my last letter.
You're already a rockstar: you have the look, the screaming fans, and the girl whose heart you broke.
That girl is me.
So, instead of wishing you fame and fortune-which you already have- I'll wish you something else.
I wish you a great love-life, in which you don't break another girl's heart.
But, of course, all rockstars end up doing that anyways.
-Angie Starr.
Ty, an old nickname for him. His full name couldn't even be written by her. He did break her heart. What the girl said was true. What he couldn't understand, however, was why she started sending the letters now. Why didn't she send them weeks after their fall-out? Was this some kind of sick, twisted way she was enacting revenge on him?
If so, this was only phase one. And Angie Starr got better with the years that passed by.
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-An Excerpt from Unreliable
So, that was fun, wasn't it? I'm having way too much fun writing this book. I mean, it's so much fun beating people up.
Anyways, on with life. I have to finish up my homework for summer school & go to the library tomorrow for some books and to pay off my fine of 56.50 dollars. It's not that much considering I had a dream that I owed 100. So, consider me blessed.
I'm currently playing Pokemon: HeartGold because I am awesome. When I was like, 8 or something, I started playing the original Pokemon: Gold Version game. So, now, I'm like, super excited to be reliving my childhood. XD XD
Okay, I'm done for today. ^_^

when the morning comes

I'll be gone, oh when the morning comes, you won't find me.
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Hi, now that more people are back on the blogging train, I guess I'll post something slightly intelligent. Don't get your hopes up, though. I said slightly.
I'm waiting for my english books to come in the mail because I need to do my english homework. That's not all! I still have summer school PE and I need to get my PSP fixed along with my old DS Lite so I can play Pokemon Ruby on it.
XD Yes, I'm crazy but I had a craving for old school video games the other day. I love the music...maybe I'll just go on youtube and listen to the soundtrack. That sounds fun.
My family is watching the FIFA world cup right now, going insane over Mexico Vs Argentina. We all know that Mexico is going to lose; why bother watching? They don't understand my logic and will watch it; and then they will see that Mexico is going to lose.
Oh well.
*simple and clean*
-Angie

unreliable

Yes, it's true, I did fall in love with you at first sight.
Yes, that may seem so hypocritical- you will probably criticize me for this later, after all, I had told you that love at first sight does not exist.
Why am I writing you a letter in the first place? Maybe because I needed to clear my mind out, and attempt to sort out the war zone that I call my brain. Or maybe it's because I don't true the computer enough to send this to you. Maybe because the sight of fresh ink of a clean piece of paper is what I love the most about writing.
The first time I saw you it was as if the world had stopped spinning and I had fallen on the floor, head first. You didn't notice me, you were too busy chatting up a blond girl; an old friend. I had been doodling on my English notebook and had raised my head up at the worse moment possible. The first thing I noticed about you was your eyes. Your eyes are the color of the Pacific Ocean, a gray-blue storm.
I looked down immediately, back to my doodle, shooting a prayer to God above that you hadn't noticed me.
I wanted to die in a hole at that moment, my heart was thumping rapidly, I was afraid someone could hear it; namely you. After all, you were only a couple desks away. My gaze lingered on the door, and I shot another prayer to God; let this class be over soon.
I walked out that door without saying hello, or asking you for your name. Instead, I was chanting to myself 'shut up, Angie, stop thinking and get to class. You'll never see him again.'
Another day passed by, and English class came back. You were still there.
I was surprised, most guy wouldn't want to be caught dead in a honors English class. Why the heck were you still there? I would find that out, soon, I promised myself.
I still didn't know your name.
Weeks went on, that pretty blond you had talked to was gone. I was secretly over-joyed at this.
I finally knew your name. I thought it fit you. It was very...rocker. You wanted to be a rock-star. A musician. But that wasn't all you were. You were an artist, I found that out during the first day I saw you.
You were drawing, and I didn't know what it was that had captivated your attention.
August had turned into September and we were sitting next to each other, along with three other girls. You were the only guy in our group; I felt bad for you.
Marielle, Alyssa, and Natalia. They were great to meet. They became great friends, along with you, of course.
So, we began talking. Music, TV, and art. Whatever would come to our really messed up minds.
That was when I began to realize something...
I think I fell in...something that's not love. What I felt couldn't be love.
I promised myself I wouldn't fall in love, and here I was.
But none of that matters. Not now.
Now, I will send this letter, and all my rambles to your studio.
Hey, good luck in the real world, alright?
-Angie Starr.
-An excerpt from Unreliable.
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I think that was the most emotional piece of writing I have ever written. Sort of. I mean...
Anyways, names are all from the book I'm currently working on; that is when I'm not doing summer school or working on fan-fiction or editing Chaos & Conflict.
Blah. You might get to see Unreliable finished. Maybe.
Have a good day.
*simple and clean*
-Angie

gone

15,742 everybody. That's how much words I've written starting from June 1st, and my deadline is July 31st. Isn't that exciting? My goal is to write 50,000 words in this time-period, so if I can keep writing until like, one in the morning every freaking day then I'll get to 50K in no time!~
...and I'll probably get some intense sleeping powers, sickness, and other crap, but that's all worth it.
xP
Did you know that Miley Cyrus is going to ABSOLUTELY RUIN Wake by Lisa McMann.
If you are about to read the series, read it. NOW.
Wait, don't. Then you'll be suffering WITH ME, when Smiley Virus plays as the most awesome bad-ass female character ever.
SOMEBODY KILL ME.

she's so lost in the stereo

all time low is delicious.
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Okay, so I'm about to order all my English 10 Honor books right now, and I was like 'Hey, why don't I get my Alice in the Country of Hearts manga while I'm at it?'
YAY! MANGA! The covers for volumes 3 &4 look AMAZING <3
...anyways, I should be working on my Summer School homework. I hate it.
But there's always a brightside to these things! I don't take PE & Fitness testing! WHOOHOO!!!
...
*dies in a hole*
*simple and clean*
-Angie

over and over you make me fall for you

you don't even try.
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Three Days Grace has a habit of summing up my life in three to four minute songs. That makes me feel like such a cliche.
Anyways, I'll keep telling myself that I'm over him. Really. Because I'm not. I may have told you I am completely over him. That I don't harbor any affection for him.
Why am I such a good liar? >.< I hate it.
I just updated my iPod, I have a lot of music. I like music. Music is my painkiller, and the thing that keeps me awake at one in the morning when I typing like crazy.
It's ridiculous how I'm becoming an insomniac. I can't sleep, and when I do, I'll sleep and sleep and sleep...
Bam.
I have to start preparing some stuff from my friend Syd, she's helping me set up my first Writer's Workshop of the summer. There will be five sessions and it'll be ten dollars to get in.
Sorry, but someone has to pay for the refreshments, paper, ink, and other important stuff.
I'm only taking a maximum of thirty people, because
a) Now that my mom and I are talking again, she won't be happy having thirty people in our house. I have to find another venue. XDD
b) I don't really want thirty people in my house, either.
c) Do you even think thirty people will sign up?!

...yeah, spread the word!
*simple and clean*
-Angie

california girls, we're unforgettable

when I start singing pop songs, something is ridiculously wrong.
a) i'm an envious little witch
b) i have a shiz load of summer school work to do
c) i have over the summer english 10 honors homework
d) i am grounded until further notice
and
e) my mother and I aren't speaking.

...this is a fantastic way to start up my summer, right?
the sarcasm hand is raised so high that i'm typing with my left hand. that's how bad my situation is. i just got out of school, too.
...I hate moodle.

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わたしは、あなたを愛しています

Hey, today you get to learn how to pronounce and write my name in Japanese.
Yay.
1) How to say it: an-ji-e-ra
2) How to write it: アンジェラ
3) What it means: Calm Mercy Grace Fine Silk

Congrats, you've just learned something.
Anyways, I had a good day today. I got another hug, and OMG, is his skin soft.
<3
...
...
Uh, here are some of my random thoughts at the moment.
~1) I want snakebites. The end.
~2) Maybe a nose piercing, but that hurts...yeah, never mind about that.
~3) OMG, Alice in the Country of Hearts is amazing. XD
~4) I got a new bookshelf~ Time to go buy a crapload of manga~!
~5) <3
~6) Funfetti cupcakes are DELICIOUS
~7) I wanna see my Rachie.
~8) I have to write something. Stat.
~9) My fans on FF.net are going to kill me if I don't update something.
~10) I'm really tired of math.

Alright, I'm off. I have math to finish.
-Angie