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Post by AIDEN SHAUN YOUNG on Jan 14, 2011 20:21:06 GMT -6
 So this place was pretty boring so far. It had only been a few days since he stepped foot on this tiny island in Spain…and he was already bored. One would think that being new, he would be snooping around the school, trying to get some information and a feel for it. In all honesty he didn’t want to do that- he was a bit afraid too. Being at a school for the royal and rich was pretty frightening, especially when you tried to escape pricks and assholes. Of course, not all royalty was like that, he knew that, but that didn’t mean there were a lot of them. He expected mostly spoiled young adults to be wandering mindlessly with their noses in their iPhones and whipping out their platinum Mastercards.
Finally, Aiden was tired of sitting around. It didn’t take him long to decide to go check out the tiny Spaniard island. The Irish boy pulled on his jacket and a beanie and walked out the dormitories. It seemed rather empty which was a good thing on his end. He loved talking to people, laughing and smiling…But the same issue of not wanting to face the other royals here came into play. Sometimes he wished he could just disappear or blend into the background. Melt away from a scene maybe. He really needed a job in order to fly to the US and get a place there somewhere. Playing music for people and living life to the fullest without a care in the world seemed so perfect. It would suit someone like him, unlike a finishing school.
One good thing about having a king and queen as a parent is the fact that they give you money and items. One of his items he received is a car. He didn’t want a Porsche or a Lamborghini. He wanted a Ford Mustang with a convertible top in red with a white racing stripes. He got what he wanted and he was happy with it. Even though he got it two years ago, he still treated it like it was a baby. It was his baby. He parked it on flat land about fifty feet away from the edge of a cliff. It was a random cliff- he wasn’t even sure how he got here. It was pretty though. The wind whipped at him as he got out and walked near the edge. The ocean was amazing. He smiled a bit.
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Post by GABRIELLA AURORA DE LUCA on Jan 15, 2011 8:13:09 GMT -6
Gabriella Aurora De Luca, she wasn’t from Spain it was a whole new country to her, she was royalty in Italy but of course her family had places to trade and people to talk to so they had taken the children on’ holiday’ although they barely managed to see each other for five minutes let alone do normal family things that families did, they were not much of a family her elder brother had been studying her mother ill, her father had taken the children to Spain with them, the doctors covering each second their mother managed to survive, Gabriella had no choice about coming to Spain she would much rather be with her mother, but that wasn’t possible. They were at the posh hotel the best room blah, they where royalty people expected Gabriella to be spoilt and nasty stuck up she wasn’t like that she was down to earth and kind. She liked to be nice, it made her feel what her parents wanted her to be, with good manners.
The morning was bright the sun shone into Gabriella’s room, it woke her up she groaned, Her hair was a mass of black nest like hair upon her head, she smiled still and walked into the en-suite she flicked the shower on and got in the warmth of the water on her body caused her muscles to relax at her sides, it was such a nice feeling her hair flushed down her back, long curls reaching below her shoulder. She walked out of the shower and turned off the shower its lush drips fled, and soon enough the water had drained out. She wrapped a crème towel around her body and padded towards the large oak wardrobe where she had a couple of pieces of items there.
She pulled on her underwear her simple lace bra and her thin skimpy knickers, then pulled on some pink coloured denim jeans then her crème wheat jumper her vintage boots she got out her satchel bag put in her wooden art kit, made for her; then her phone keys and money, oh and some Pepsi max. She walked towards her father’s room, knocking gently then going and asking him if she could go out of course he said yes and she walked towards where her Lamborghini was, it was just one they had rented in Spain it was an Italian make, that’s why she had her one back at home, her silver Gallardo oh she missed her poor car, they had only been in Spain a couple of days where going back in two days, to her home then she would get to drive her baby car, she pushed the keys in and revved the engine its purr appeared, that created her to smile, she soon was out of the hotel car park and on the way to the Clift side.
She soon enough went through the Spanish roads at a good speed, Soon enough she was at the car park, she got out locking the door and walked towards the edge of the Clift, she sat near it not at the edge because if she was accidently to fall into the seas waves and got eaten up that was the worst possible thing to happen. Her skinny low cut motocross jeans revealed her pants slightly, she pulled them up she was a well mannered girl, she didn’t like being mistreated or judged, but she wanted people to think she was a normal girl, not someone that was rich of course her family lived in a wealthy atmosphere they never had to think about it but Gabriella liked to work for things, she had her passion which was riding, that was her utmost passion. Her stables of horses where being well looked after right this second whilst she was travelling.
Gabriella got out her sketch book, and her art set, started drawing the beautiful area, with a white horse galloping through the shores, as if it was part of the waves. She looked around she saw another person looking at the view in such beauty. She packed her kit away, holding her sketchbook to her chest, she disliked people looking at it. She could be a shy person but she liked to make friends that didn’t judge her, she walked over to the mysterious boy hoping he spoke English, French or Italian Umm...Hey? She smiled sweetly so that dimples formed at the edges of her cheeks, her pale pink lips were framed by her almost heart shaped face. Her jaw locked into place with easily shown cheek bones.
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