this is your last chance to change; holden

[xxbrokenheartxx]

I warned you
What could happen if you should decide
To live your life from 9 to 5
And I mourn you

Aaryn's small hands picked a small flower from a lone bush. She pressed the golden object to her nose and took a long sniff. She imagined herself at a party. With the other kids. The ones that had gotten high. She had gotten high once. It had felt really good for about an hour. Then she was über sick for the next fourty-eight hours. That had not been fun. She decided that she wouldn't get high ever again. She had been a baaaaaad thirteen-year-old. She'd been exposed to drugs and alcohol at age twelve. Let's just say, she didn't have the best friends. But she had always "lived above the influence". She had only done drugs once, and hated it [for the most part] and she only ever got drunk occasionally.

She stepped a little farther into the garden.

How odd was this garden. It was a garden inside the school. With any plant she could ever wish for, as long it wasn't harmful. How queer. Wasn't magic amazing? Oh yes, oh yes it was. It was even more amazing for a girl that had always known she possessed it, but never been able to exercise it. Grown up in a muggle family. But magic by blood. Her father, a muggle. An evil muggle. Or maybe an un-understanding muggle. He must have feared the magic. But it wasn't a reason to run off. And then her mother... Kain. She had been idiotic and childish. Now Aaryn was done. Done with her parents. She was separated from them. And she preferred it that way.

She sighed silently to herself. She sat down on a lone bench and closed her eyes. She needed to talk to her friends. She hadn't seen them in a while, and she kind of missed them. She sighed heavily. What did they think of her now? That whole thing with Dezi must have confuzzled them. Perhaps angered them? Where they friends with Alessa? Was she now going to be shunned? Probably. But she would explain what happened. She would.

And then everything would be okay.

Everyone would understand. They had to. It was a mistake. They were never meant for each other. She knew this. And she needed to prove it. But how? She didn't know. But she would figure it out. Because she didn't feel for him. She had to change. And prove herself. And she had to stop thinking about it. Put it in the past. Move on. And that was what she was going to do. Starting... Now.

She set down the golden flower. She removed herself from the bench and continued walking.

For the detail that is left unsaid
Is a reminder of the time you bled
Return to days when you knew you still felt alive

[Holden J. Caulfield]

Shot through the heart
and youre to blame.
You give love a bad name.

The Hufflepuff had woken up early this morning. Eight o'clock on the dot to be precise but turned over and went back to bed till eight thirty then he just had to get out of bed. Laying in bed had never been one of his fortes and plus you got more tired if you just layed there and the more tired Holden was the cranker he got. And that my friends wasn't good. Not good at all.

The Enchanted Garden would be where he would walk to today for the most part. Somewhere to go that he hadn't been in some time. Holden had to get as much as the school memories as he could, he would be leaving in almost two terms. Where had time gone? It seems like only yesterday he had just arrived and began starting to talk to people. The first person he had met had been Maci Lasson. Where had she gone?

Like a whisper to the dusk. In oath against the shadows denying in the dark. Like a prayer to the dawn. In arms against the shadows destroying the dark.

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"Like a whisper to the dusk. In oath against the shadows denying the dark." Why did he always have this song in his head? Why? It was an amazing song by Atreyu he would admit completely but it somehow always got stuck in his head. Maybe the song just happened to be extra catchy.

Holden looked up to see someone walking in front of him some ways away. He couldn't see that far to see who it was. Time for him to visit the optromitrist over break. The Hufflepuff began to walk faster hoping to find out if he knew the person. Maybe if he did or didn't know them they could like hang out, y'know?

As soon as he got close enough he said, "Hello?", to the girl. Only if he knew who it was.[/font][/size][/blockquote]

[xxbrokenheartxx]

reveal the way you felt when
you could look inside

A voice? How queer. The morning was still young, but not so young so that no one would be awake. But why here? Surely breakfast had began and the person that had spoken was hungry. Unlike Aaryn, she wasn't hungry. She had hardly eaten at all in the past week. Perhaps something was wrong with her. She didn't know. She sighed slightly and looked around to the source of the voice. Hello? She knew that voice. So familiar. Yet so strange, almost a curse upon her ears. The kind of voice that brought back awkward memories. But she could not place who's voice it was. Perhaps if he talked more. Perhaps then she would know.

"Hello," she replied slowly.

And then she recognized the voice. "Holden," she said.

She had not expected to see this boy here. She knew why the voice brought back awkward memories. But hadn't he forgotten that by now? It had been months ago. Perhaps it was just her being paranoid. She hoped they could still be considered friends. She hoped. Why wouldn't they be? She didn't want to think of the reason. Because she knew it. But she didn't want to. It was because Holden was a kind-hearted soul and he would be disgusted by what she had done. Hopefully, she was wrong. Not about the kind-hearted soul part, but the rest of it.

She walked forward a bit and picked up the flower she had dropped. She tucked it into her hair. She then waited for a reply. Would Holden recognize her? Or would he be freaked out because a random girl knew his name. Most likely, the latter. Her voice wasn't that distinctive, was it? But her lips were She closed her eyes for a moment. She wished she could pause time and just think. Just sit and think. She didn't have to worry about anyone sneaking up on her. She wished she could. But she couldn't.

She felt a cool breeze blow across her. How odd it was. Perhaps it had come in through an open window. Or perhaps it was magical. To make the garden seem more "real". Or something of that sorts. Somehow it didn't seem likely. but what did she know? Nothing, really. She sighed slightly.

[Holden J. Caulfield]

Tears have turned from sweet to sour on our todays.

As soon as she spoke the first letter he knew the voice. Aaryn. Immediate hatred came over him; it would have been the same way if he had met Dezi, even if he was Avery's brother or not. This is someone he hadn't wanted to talk to. After spending time with Alessa himself for a while how could someone hurt her like that? What had Alessa done to them?

Holden sighed a shook his head. Some of the anger went away but he wouldn't have it completely gone for the rest of the day maybe the week depending upon how mad he could get at her [Aaryn]. He put his hands into his pockets as she said his name. So she knew his voice well. He snorted.

"Aaryn," he said. He couldn't be mad at her forever and he knew that. But just of the thought of what was going through her head when she kissed Dezi. Did she know he had a girlfriend at the time? Holden shook his head again. No he wouldn't think about it. Alessa was happy now. He had made sure of that. Even making cupcakes with her to keep her off such matters. Told her to stick with her best friends and stay close to them.

"How are you?," he asked breaking the silence.

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[xxbrokenheartxx]

they sold you
everything you need to fix you up
and you feel good now but you can't wake up
they found a way to reassure you
that everything would be okay

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Aaryn.

Apparently he did remember her. She didn't say anything. Whatever was going on between them, it was awkward. He seemed to be thinking about something. Was it her? It could be. Most likely, since she was right there. Did he know Alessa? Was he made at her. If he knew Alessa, most likely, he was. She didn't even know Alessa and she was mad at herself. So if anyone knew the poor girl they would be mad at her. She wasn't mad at herself because of Alessa, she didn't care about her anymore, but she was still mad at herself. How many friends had she lost because of the stupid daily prophet.

Aaryn walked closer to Holden, now she could make out his features. He was the same as ever. Same hair. Same snakebites. She stared at him for a little bit. What was she supposed to say. She wanted to break the stupid silence, but she didn't know how. It was all to strange. She had never expected this between her and Holden. She wanted to be friends with him. That's all she had wanted. Perhaps she had wanted more at one point, but that didn't matter. Hopefully, he would get over it. If he was mad at her at all. It could just be her making things up in her head.

How are you?

How was she? "Truthfully," she said, "I feel like horrid person, but I suppose that's nothing new, what 'bout you, how are you?"

What a pitiful attempt at conversation. Lets be all mopey, then he'll definitely want to talk to you. How idiotic. She sighed slightly. "Let me start that over, I'm fine, how goes it with you?" she said.

She pulled the flower out of her hair, it was starting to itch. She flicked it aside into the flowers below. She stared at Holden for a few moments, waiting for him to reply to her.[/blockquote]