…I'm bored.
Props to whoever's idea this was, 'cause I really don't know who created it… :D
Enjoy!
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They pretend that they're above you, perfection in every way possible. But they, too, have faults, Achilles heels' of their own- they just know how to hide them.
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LUST
It wasn't her fault.
It wasn't her fault.
It was his fault- he, with his shaggy, practically black, absolutely perfect hair, tone, buff body-
It wasn't her fault.
But it was her fault.
And she knew it.
As much as she tried to tell herself it wasn't.
She hated herself- loathed herself.
Claire was one of her best friends- innocent, carefree Claire.
Perfect Claire.
This would never, ever happen to Claire.
Bodies touching, his gentle fingers nimbly unhooking her bra, she hated herself.
Ignoring Claire's questioning glance, she couldn't find herself looking into her eyes, as she fretted that Cam might be cheating on her- she detested herself.
Her life was a broken rollercoaster.
She couldn't wait to get off, step onto solid ground.
Alicia Rivera was a classic example of lust.
It was wearing her down- the broken roller coaster that was her life.
GLUTTONY
Twix, Skittles, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream, pumpkin pie smeared in whip cream- she disgusted herself, leaning over the porcelain toilet.
In and out.
Binge and purge.
She savored, basked in the dizzy spell that followed.
She loved being in control.
When everything else in her life wasn't.
She grinned, scrubbing her teeth before popping a Listerine breath strip onto her tongue.
She failed to recognize her friends' confused, worried glances.
And if she did, she wouldn't have understood, regardless.
They couldn't talk, them with their size 0 waists, fat-free body- they had no reason to be concerned.
She wanted to be porcelain.
Was that too much to ask, to understand?
Dylan Marvil loved being in control.
Little did she know Dylan was far from the one steering this ship.
It would destroy her.
GREED
He gave greed a whole other definition.
And, completely unsurprisingly, he blamed everyone but himself.
Alicia, for her godly beauty, tripper sized chest, and complete lust, a willingness to easily give in to his every wish- lust, equal only to his greed.
Her completely unlovable personality.
Claire- her impossibly sweet personality, ability to trust so easily.
That damned purity ring, glued to her finger at all times- taunting him so relentlessly.
He loved her- loved everything about her.
But if she couldn't give him what he wanted, was it his fault?
Cam Fisher was overcome, entirely full of greed.
SLOTH
She was over this.
She was done.
She wanted out.
She was tired of fighting, sick of useless battle.
Voices swirled around her head mockingly.
Claire, sweet, chipmunk voice telling her that she couldn't take it anymore, that she couldn't possibly be friends with someone like her.
Chris, his voice nervous and high pitched, avoiding her at all costs.
Dempsey- sweet, loving Dempsey, telling her in a text message that he only had eyes for one girl- Massie Block.
The devil herself, disjointed insults stripping away her dignity slowly, cruelly.
Layne Abeley was the very definition of sloth.
She missed the past, detested the present, and was deathly afraid of the future.
She wanted out.
She wanted closure.
ENVY
She wanted to sparkle- to shine, some defining characteristic that would set her above the rest.
Because she was never good enough.
She wasn't pretty enough.
Alicia was gorgeous- appealing to boys, knew it too well.
And flaunted it, too.
It was, after all, how she won over Cam.
She was just… plain.
Her hair lays flat on her face, bangs always too much or too little.
Her eyes glistened and shined- a perfect, faultless blue- but boys never had time to recognize it- they moved on, learning in time to just skip over her.
She wasn't smart enough.
She had a respectable B average, sure- but she wouldn't get into Yale, get into Harvard- not like Kristen.
Kristen, in her eyes was the perfect one- smart, athletic, yet nice, and gorgeous in her .
own way.
Kristen would go places.
She wasn't so sure she could say the same about herself.
She wasn't funny enough.
Dylan- she was the funny one. The one who was fun to be around, the unintentionally humorous one.
She hid in the shadows, laughing, but not too loud- not too loud, for that was "ah-nnoying," as she knew too well.
She couldn't compare to them.
Them, for they all had some characteristic that set them above the rest, made them glisten.
Maybe that's how she lost Cam, Claire Lyons pondered obsessively.
She was nothing. She was plain.
For she was overtaken, overwhelmed, literally green with envy.
WRATH
She, too, wanted control.
Everyone else ran her life, molded and shaped it, leaving her no choice.
She wanted to be her own self.
But she had no choice.
The girls, the girls she had molded into robots, into soulless followers- they ran her life, steered her ship- not her.
And so, was it so wrong?
She had no outlet, nothing to take her anger out on.
Except for them.
"LBR's," she reasoned, deserved it, for being so… different.
Different.
She detested that word.
All she wanted to do was fit in, it's all she ever wanted.
She didn't understand, couldn't fathom how they didn't care.
Her friends, for controlling her life, controlling her.
Him, for leaving her, ten stabs in the back, piercing her with sharp knives.
She loved him.
It was his fault, entirely and completely, for not returning the feeling.
They called her names behind her back.
Bitch.
Skank.
Slore.
She heard it all, names swirling dizzyingly in her brain.
She cared, she really did.
But it was too late.
Massie Block was a definite victim of wrath.
PRIDE
He was too damn proud.
Arrogant.
Egoistical.
Bigheaded.
He had heard it all, all the names, mostly from her.
He loved her, he really did.
He never liked Dylan.
If Dylan was Cho, then Massie was Ginny.
There was zero comparison.
But, yet again, he was too damn proud.
He broke up with her to get the first word- he thought she was breaking up with him.
And that just couldn't happen to Derrick Harrington.
He wanted her back.
Badly.
But his pride prevented it.
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AR
A strong sexual desire.
DM
The practice of eating too much.
CF
An excessive desire to acquire or possess more than what one needs or deserves.
LA
Aversion to work or exertion; laziness; indolence.
CL
A feeling of discontent and resentment aroused by and in conjunction with desire for the possessions or qualities of another.
MB
Forceful, often vindictive anger.
DH
Arrogant or disdainful conduct or treatment; haughtiness.
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They pretend that they're above you, perfection in every way possible. But they, too, have faults, Achilles heels' of their own- they just know how to hide them.
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That took foreveeeeer, seriously. Mostly 'cause I was stuck on sloth and wrath and didn't really know what to write.
Ooookay then :).
Oh, and FYI, I'm thinking about deleting LMNSI. I'm just stuck, and honestly a little bored with it.
And maybe I'll delete WIWB, too… but I dunno yet.
…Yeah. Bye, then.