totally-not-stalking

Soleis I looked up at the window as I clicked print on my laptop. I switched tabs to my assignment and groaned. Essays are gross. I stood up and looked in my mirror on the back of my door. I took myself in for the 20th time today. I was wearing a large sweatshirt, with a pair of black leggings. My brown and blonde-streaked hair was up in a messy bun on top of my head, and my blue eyes sparkled in the setting sun. A lot of people say my eyes look like an ocean, but to me they resemble the color of my gray tabby, Jamma. I wore my choker necklace, with a small sun hanging from it. I giggled to myself at my small height, at a puny 5’1&#822

Aries    I pull on a lock of my blue hair as I attempt to finish my entrance essay to the Manchester Photography Inc. I'm not sure why we need an essay to get into  a photography business, maybe they just want well-rounded people. I currently live in a Condo in London, but I hope to get into the class and move to Manchester soon. My odds of getting in are pretty good though. I graduated with high marks in all of my art and writing classes, the only ones that really matter when I'm pursuing a photography career.    I look over my essay and nod, satisfied. The prompt was simply “Why do you take pictures?” So, I explained. I tol

Soleis    I looked down at my wrist for the millionth time today and wondered, 'when will I meet him?' There are two names on my wrists, Aries and Raymond. As goes for everyone, I have no clue who or where or why or anything about these two people. I live in London, England, and for all I know they live in America.    It's an intriguing thing, the names. You're born with them and they stay until you meet your soulmate. I have a friend that actually met her soulmate and she is very happy.    I'm twenty-four now, living with my friend Pixie, in a small apartment near the center of London. Pixie, like me, hasn't met either her soulmate o