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There was only silence.... I decided I might  as well open my eyes in order to see his reaction. Surprisingly he looked as if I didn't say anything at all. Seeing his face I slowly let my own hands drop back down by my sides. "I'm sorry...I uh...I'm into role playing...", I stuttered hoping that that would be a good excuse. I suppose it doesn't make me look any less creepy though. With the same expression he had on his face earlier he finally spoke. "Are you Angel Heavens?", he questioned. "Ah hai! I am!", I responded back a little more excited than I should have. 'wow Angel good one. Your lucky enough he knows English,how in the world do

I looked out the plane window shifting my eyes between clouds wondering if anyone else felt as bad as I did sitting on this plane *sigh* 'why would America have to get ride of me...although I suppose it might have something to do with the economy or something...' The plane landed at its destination; Athens, Greece. I quickly got off the plane and scampered over to the waiting area. I was suppose to meet my new "master" at this location however..."God dammit America! You didn't even give me a name how am I suppose to fin-" I bumped into someone. "Ah, sorry...I wasn't watching where I was going." I stated as a picked up my bag I dropped. "It'

~Introductions~ Name-Angel Heavens Role-OC and Heroine Age-14 (changes later) Birthday- 12/31 Hair color-blonde Hair type-long, down to mid-lower back, straight, bangs Eye color-dark blue Height- 5'5" Body type-slender,small curves Personality- typically lazy and casual in way of dress and speaking. Although rough extier she has a knack for girls things and enjoys wears dresses when know ones looking. She is often unladylike like and can change depending on situation. She's often gives in to others requests to easily. Easily flushes and stumbles over words. She hates crying in front of others but often does so anyways. Can sleep pra

I woke up around noon on  Saturday. I was surprised that America hadn't woken me up which he would usually do around 10ish. I rolled my self off the couch banging my head on a nearby table. Holding my head and mumbling to myself, I got up and began the short walk to America's room. The reason why I wasn't in America's room to begin with was probably because I passed out after all the Pepsi and Pizza I had. For whatever reason America felt the need to throw a huge party which wasn't usually just a Little bit...of a bad timing sense America had been going through a economy collapse. And you wanna know something? The reason why I kept taking lik