Sky's the Limit`` [open]

[Jenni Camilla Skye``]

It was finally the weekend and Jenni was excited, Allie had sent her her credit card and the sky's the limit. Jenni rolled off the bed and brushed out her hair, slapped on some lip gloss and threw on the closest item of clothing in her closest. ( Outfit ) It wasn't a very chilly day today so Jenni didn't feel the need to take a sweater.

Jenni went out to the school's parking lot and walked over to her back two doored Acura RSx. Even though Jenni is only fifteen, she had asked her parents and they pulled a few strings and tada~, she was legal. An exception, they called her, because she showed that she was responsible by being the person who drives back her brother and his friends whenever they consumed alcohol.

Jenni got into her car and started, then popped in a random CD.

Please don't stop the music -music, music-
Please don't stop the music -music, music-
It's getting late...

Don't Stop the Music by Rihanna blasted in her car and she sang along as she pulled out of the parking lot.

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A few minutes later, Jenni had arrived at the mall, she pulled into the nearest parking space, locked the doors and walked into the mall. Once inside, the first thing she did was go to straight to the directory to check out the stores they had. Jenni smiled when she saw that they had an AF, AE, Hollister and West 49. They were one of her many favourite stores and they were all on the same floor. Jenni, still having the smile on her face, bounced towards West 49, the closest one. She felt a pair of eyes on her, but she shrugged it off, still in a good mood about shopping.

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(: my franklinprep thread.

[Levan Gazielos]

As much as Levan loved California he hated the sun. No, not hated, he loathed it with such an intensity that there was no word strong enough. Being outside was one of the few times when he wished he wasn't albino, or at least thought about not being one. He, of course, wouldn't change what he was but the thoughts came up every now and then. He loved being outside though, so it liked interfered with his health.

He had grown accustomed to the sun, having changed parts himself when he first came to America. He found the glorious invention of sun glasses which could look rather nice if you knew where to go. He also found hats but he hated those. They gave him horrid hat hair and often stabbed the beginning of his braid into the back of his head.

He had awaken that morning to find no one in his dorm. He must have slept in. With a shrug he showered and dressed. For the day, which wasn't as hot as it could be but still warm, he chose loose fitting jeans and a plain, pale gray tee shirt with a thin, beige jacket over top. He didn't feel like getting a sun burn. He put on some black sneakers and braided his knee length hair, starting with a tie at the base of his neck then working his way down. He threw on his prescription sunglasses.

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Since Levan didn't drive he had walked to the mall. It wasn't like it was a long walk for someone who did it often. There were always annoyances to it though. He had been in America for six years now and he still wasn't used to be stared at by passer's by. In his small Russian town everyone knew him and no one stared or gawked at his snow white hair, pasty skin and red eyes. Here kids would ask him what was wrong with him or if he was old. It annoyed him but one would never guess. He would simply explain it to the questioners with an innocent smile. He'd give that same smile to the people who stared. He understood that it wasn't everyday one saw a guy with hair to their knees, let alone a guy with white hair to their knees.

As he entered the mall he decided to start at clothes. He was lacking, since he'd just grown out of most of his pants, and had recently gotten a credit card from his aunt. He, logically thinking, started from the beginning which happened to be West 49. Hey, why not.

As he entered the rather empty store his eyes moved from the people working there to a girl in a pink shirt. She seemed to be about his age and was actually rather cute. His eyes paused on her, peering over the brim of his sunglasses, then moved across the line of shoes on the wall and down to the jeans in front of him.