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So basically, I have this school trip tomorrow. We’re going to be at the museum for like 5-6 hours So I would really appreciate if you helped me to come up with an outfit? I am looking for an outfit to wear with these shorts: http://dailybooth.com/ImHere2Stay/26229581 they’re high wasted and when I pull them all the way up, the bottom of it comes right under my thigh. The waste is like an elastic thingy but it has the same pattern as the rest of the shorts. and I want to really be comfortable. I’m 14 so I don’t really wear heels or any other stuff like that icon smile Your Questions About High Heels High Hopes T Shirt So like instead of flip-flops, I would really appreciate if you chose some more comfy shoes to walk around with like converse or some adidas superstar, you know what I mean? Not like sport shoes, a little more ‘fashionable’ icon smile Your Questions About High Heels High Hopes T Shirt and for shirts, chose whatever you want icon smile Your Questions About High Heels High Hopes T Shirt m
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Just wear a black tank top with a thin cardigan and a thin head band with flats or a white v-neck t-shirt. With a long simple necklace and some cute sandals. Dont forget paint your toe nails! But if you don’t wanna do the sandal thing, wear some cute ballet flats, it would complete your outfit.

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Does anyone like my short story? Im submitting it shortly to a contest? Any thoughts? Critique? ?

May could not have come fast enough for the budding group of departing seniors from Colford University. The euphoric skyline that lain over these jubilant soon-to-be grads stood in a blend of blue and tangerine. Numerous students who packed commuter vans and walked in groups averaging 3-5 were just beginning their night off.

Most were ready to let their hair down after a tumultuous month of papers, exams, and research studies. Among the gallery of white baseball caps, oversized cups and domesticated, drunken cackling stood well-known attendees at an off-campus mixer. Ellie Seaver and her group of girlfriends stood outside the deck of her friend Jody’s place, as if they were attending a Hollywood premiere. Checking out the scenery, their efforts of meeting legitimate dating material were lackluster at best.

Across the way, Brendan Raynor had his sights set on Ellie, a 5’7 tawny-haired super cutie. Affectionately referred to as ‘Ellie-fish’ by her single mother who had Ellie at a young age, the Seaver women were very close. Tonight, she was celebrating for mom just as much as she abhorred dealing with being asked about what she had line up after finishing up her last semester. Brendan, `wearing a striped, button down shirt curtained over dreary, denim jeans and parted black hair a crop thick sideburns, the guy could use push here or there. Although her valued and respected women, you’d be hard pressed if the women in his life had thought of him any more than the brotherly type, a bit to his chagrin. Kicking back with his freshman year hall mates and reminiscing about slip and slide at 3 in the morning—Brendan. Was Ellie Seaver out of his league? Maybe. But then again, never underestimate the power of objectivity….This was Brendan’s game plan, until of course he spotted a slew of Capri-sporting, sandal and big neck laced girls who drew his eye away from his secret crush. Ellie looked on, exchanging a huge grin with Brendan, to which he blushed mopped his hair while he pretended not to notice. It didn’t work.

In that traditional sense, these two particular seniors came from opposite sides of the tracks. In lieu of their group of friends, social standing wise in high school, you’d stereotypically never would have guessed that the other knew the other had existed. This was different. The two had study group together for a few semesters and always exchanged a warm hello when passing each other in the dining halls. Neither lacked drive, besides they were graduating college in a week so things should even out smoothly.

Early afternoon, Brendan woke from a semi-inebriated stupor to the hammering at the door from his conservative father. Right off the bat, the ever-so opinionated father of 4 looked his oldest son square in the eye with a sentiment of “Kiddo, let’s talk”. For Brendan this was all too routine. In his mind, and arguably others his age a more suitable description of his father’s lectures would be John Raynor’s Bullshit Cat walling: Volume !, available in nerve-wracking and unnecessary. The guy cared about his parents although he sought to find his own true form at Colford. His mother was the first to hug the first of the family to have done anything productive past high school. The two Raynors were high school sweethearts, raising their first born at the peak of coming to terms with their own sense of identity. Over the years, they had gone out of their way to bond with their kid over a slew of topics—ranging from balancing a check book to why having sex on the first date is big trouble. Brendan hoped beyond hope this would not be one of those chats. The Raynors saw fit to lay down the law no matter how advanced they felt their 21 year old proved to be. Balancing a semblance of integrity and tact was one thing, but keeping up his laundry habits was an Achilles heel.

“How you been, dad,” Brendan asked with heavy eyes and semi-combed bee hair as he stood up to carry up the rest of his month’s worth of wardrobe his mother insisted she wash.

“He’s put on weight, John”, she chimed.

“I doubt that, honey” he replied firmly with a ‘let’s not sugarcoat the guy’ look.

“Bren—it’s been a while since you’ve been at school and we’re going to have to ask that you switch to living in the basement and/ possibly moving out,” his father relayed passively.

“What the hell?” Brendan exclaimed dumbfounded. He tried to work his mother into a seeking of approval that he curse up a storm in front of them both at once. It would not be the first time.

“What about MY room, ma?”

Look son, we know this is a hard pill to swallow but things haven’t been all that great at work. And ever since we came here, your mom and I have been struggling like crazy to get enough first aid for your brother and sister through school. That’s what it is….I’m sorry.”

The middle child of the family felt like the forgotten one, as he buried his head in his hands and galloped upstairs before getting the attentio

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You really need someone to proofread this for you, as there are a lot of technical errors in it, including proper presrntation of dialogue

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