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Dyed blonde hair was begining to grow out, seeing as how the roots were pitch black, but molded into a messy mohawk. He sat still in his computer chair staring blankly at his open'd online journal. Cerulean eyes glazed over as the blaring light of the monitor stared back at him. A deep sigh echoed into the silence of his large upstairs room, full of posters over posters. He fiddled with his nose ring a moment and then dropped his hands down to the keyboard. His fingers pressed gently on the keys and he began to type.
Hey, 'sup? I'm Jared Ryan Leary. I turned seventeen March twenty-third, so I'm a Junior. I was actually supposed to be a Senior, but my mom held me back in seventh grade. Don't ask. I went to public high school up until tenth and my mom transfered me here to ACPA. She said I had a talent for music. I grew up with my mom and my younger sister, Ryn. She's a sophomore now. She's a pain in my ass, but what the fuck ever. She's still my sister, and if you touch her, I get angry. :-[. My dad died, and my step-dad ran out on us when I was fourteen. Hah. I play bass guitar, and I write music occasionally.
My mom is a doctor. A well paid one at that. Mhm, even though with no dad. We're doing well for ourselves. I've really been singing since I was four, but playing bass for a few years now. It's hard picking up a new instrument, but I'm getting along with it. It's kick ass really. My mom is convinced I'll be in a band one day. We share the same dreams, I suppose. I kind of want to make her proud, you know? Damn. I'm getting sappy. :-[
AIM is Jared kicks it.
Jared reached for the mouse and clicked the update button with one of it's freaky sayings. He cracked his knuckles and pushed away from the desk. He slowly got up and tossed himself onto his bed laying up staring at the ceiling. His hands were positioned across his torso.
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