&&gone explorin'[SOPHIE]

[noelle marie parks]

&&It was another sun shining, mid-day afternoon in Brookside and Noelle was out and about, still avoiding as many school days as possible until her mom actually made her go. She had just locked up the music store for the day seeing that business was slow and there was no point of her being there watching the dust bunnies play. Its not like they would get up and start playing the oboe or tuba. Now that would be a sight worth seeing.

&&So with guitar in hand, Ms. Parks decided to head to one of the last places she would ever go to on a pretty day like this. The library. Noelle was never the biggest reader. She would much rather spend her day shuffling and reading through music notes, rather than actual words and sentences. It was pretty much a waste of time and thought in her book because of all the processing it took just to evaluate a simple poem. To her, a music score was much easier to read than a Shakespearian stanza. Thus, Elle seldom made trips to the library unless she was getting a school book or needed to look something up for a project. However, today, she decided to explore. If she was going to live in Brookside, she might as well know every little corner of it.

&&Yet as she approached the red bricked building, she stopped. A look of displeasure was clearly smeared upon her face. ”How disgusting.” Noelle murmured under her breath, quickly sitting herself upon those cement blocks to keep cars from going too far. There. Her mission was accomplished. She had seen the dreaded library and now her day was open for anything to happen. Sighing, Elle grabbed her scratched up, pink guitar and began to strum a few chords; finger picking a few famous rifts from various artists. Oh how bored the little rebel girl was. Now who could come and cure that?

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[sophie tisha kline]

- - Working was one thing for Sophie, since her parents thought it was time that she actually for her money but keeping up with her school work was another thing. Her parents were one of those up tight gotta have their kids doing well in school type of people or that is how Sophie described them as and it wasn't easy getting away with things when you were an only child of a family. It was hard living in a house with people who have such high expectation for Sophie because she even has to admit it is hard saying 'no' to their person. Well it was for Sophie, her parents were the only people she couldn't say no to and sometimes its drives her nuts. So homework was one of her top priorities and getting good grades but she keeps the whole grade and homework doing to herself and parents.

- - Who wants people knowing that they are actually brainiacs, well Sophie wasn't going to be one of them. Most people know her as someone else like the popular, expects everything to be about her kind of girl and that is kind of how she wants to keep it. So while Sophie was at the library checking out books her friends actually thought she was getting tutored by someone. what do you expect, its sophie. Tapping a finger on each book down the aisle, she knew what books she was looking for just to find them. She should know this Library like the back of her hand by now, I mean she has lived here most of her life and being the way her parents were she spent a lot of time at this brick building hopping she wouldn't run into anyone and if that so happens you can always count on Sophie to think of something creative to say to get people turned away from the fact that she actually at the library.

- - Once finding the books she needed, she walked to counter where the librarian was and checked the books out. Placing the books in her bag she walked out the door to see a familiar face with her guitar. pink and scratched, in Sophie's eyes the guitar was tacky. Sophie was one of those girls who also gave into temptation easily and at the moment she was tempted to go over there and have a 'conversation' with her. She walked over with a smile, Her and Noelle have known each other since noelle came to town, they kind of have a hatred for each other which made things so much better when it came to having a talk with her. "Scratched and pink. . . Even I have to admit that is tacky my young friend" she said obviously being sarcastic at the mention of the word friends.

[noelle marie parks]

Noelle’s mind had finally begun to sink into that day-dream, spaced-out kind of state as she sat there pondering the day away. She often did so, dreaming up ways to get out of this town and start her own band and maybe someday even own a huge mansion in Malibu. Maybe even get a cool rock-and-roll husband with five dogs, two cats and a hamster(for Noelle loved animals). Then she could finally go to the beach whenever she wanted and then play her instruments to her heart’s desire. Another version of her daytime dreams would be playing at a large theatre for a famous play. Of course no one would see her down in the pit, trumpet in hand, but once it was time for her solo, she would get up and easily upstage the real play in front of a crowd of nearly a gazillion people- or maybe a few hundred, yet Elle would still blow them away with the powerful, harmonious sound bellowing from the bell of her shiny, silver horn. Oh, what a dream.

But it wasn’t long until she was unexpectedly snapped out of it. If the sinister voice hadn’t already given it away, the fancy shoes and slender legs would’ve done the job. Sophie… Elle thought, mentally rolling her eyes as she put on a pretty face, looking up at her female counterpart. ”Blond and bitchy. Now that’s tacky.” Noelle raised a golden eyebrow, chuckling lightly to herself. She wasn’t one for beating around the bush. Being a clear advocate of freedom of speech, Noelle was not one to hold back on sarcastic remarks or snappy comebacks. Sophie and Noelle had gone back since the first few days Elle had moved in- which weren’t so long ago. The hatred seemed to have been there ever since the seventeen year old had walked into her music shop. She had sensed a ‘vibe’ coming from this spitting image of blond popularity while Noelle on the other hand showed the other side of plastic blonds that people hardly ever see.

And here they are again, butting heads like two ancient Pachycephalosauruses, fighting over who-knows-what, but in this case, their hatred was fueled off music. Both definite lovers of the arts, they had developed a sort of competitive war against each other. Call it Noelle’s big-headedness, but she loved to compete. She loved to prove that she was better and Noelle was ready to fight to the death in order to do so. Yeah Noelle’s guitar was scratched up and a strange shade of hot pink, yet Elle loved it. Holding a beautiful, warm tone, it was picked out by her mother and ended up being Noelle’s very first guitar. Oh the memories the dilapidated guitar held in its wooden core. She wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Noelle squinted as she fought against sunbeams to look at her competitor. A sly smile plastered on her tapered lips, slightly worn from playing her trumpet earlier. ”Eww. Books. What’s a fashionista like you doing here? Looking up the average size of a guy’s dick? Or seeing the biggest size you can enlarge your boobs?” Elle laughed once again. She hoped to get a pretty good reaction out of this girl seeing that she didn’t look like the bookworm type. Then again, she played music and musical people(like herself) were smarter than the average person. Yet here at the library was the last place she thought she’d find little miss sophie kline. Then again, Noelle was there too. What a coincidence.

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[sophie tisha kline]

- - Sophie had to remember that Noelle wasn't like the usual people she dealt with, I mean most kids of course they stood up for themselves to a certain point or just don't at all but Noelle she was a challenge, a hard nut to crack. But Sophie wasn't going to show Noelle that she felt weak around her so kept her usual posture and smiled. "Oh you were always one full of class weren't you" Sophie said in a sweet tone. if someone passed Sophie didn't want to look like the bad guy so she usually acted more sweet in public but when in places no one could see her that was when the claws came out or if they really happen to piss her off which we all know by now that Noelle was probably capable of doing so.

- - Being called a bitch was a common thing for Sophie to hear and honestly it doesn't faze her anymore. It is actually kind of old, it would be nice if someone could think of something new instead of hear bitch all the time. Sophie looked at Noelle with a raised eyebrow at the mention that herself was tacky, far from it. If anything she was probably the most in style girl in town but then again she was one of those people who liked designer stuff, and got her parents to get it for her, but since they made a new rule that she had to earn her money she has been wearing clothes that she has had for a while now. it kind of drove her crazy but she really had no choice but to respect her parents wishes or who knows what might happen.

- - Rolling her eyes at Noelle's next comment, even if she wanted to look those things up -not saying that she would- she wouldn't flaunt the books every where. Damn. She didn't even know the books were showing, thinking that she had placed them somewhere at the bottom of her bag but guess not. "Wow, have you ever heard of a thing called growing up, your immature for someone your age" Sophie said unsatisfied by her opponent, she flashed a small smile in the girls direction and placed a hand on her shoulder "Its okay everyone Matures at their own rate, I am sure your time will come eventually if not then you might have to decide how much you want to enlarge your boobs, if you need help I have a book right here" she said twisting the words a little but it made perfect sense with the way the body matures and things like that. It wasn't her best come - back but it would have to work for now until the girl gave her something to work off of.