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[15 Jul 2003|12:16pm] [ mood | creative ] [ music | __The Remedy -- in my head ;) ] Jeska logs onto her e-mail account through a school computer. She looks behind her, making sure that no one was behind her. She sees a one new e-mail from Nikitta and clicks on the link. She just skims it and closes her e-mail account to write an e-mail back when she had time. She glanced at the clock. Damn, my next class isn't for another 15 minutes. She logs off the computer, going over to an empty desk. The library was so quiet today, and you probably could hear a needle drop. Trying not to make any noise, Jeska took out a sheet of paper and this time, a purple pen. School is fun, I guess. I met a few new people. Since school started, I haven't had any time with my friends. I see 'em in school, but I mean, how much time do we really have other than lunch, you know? Forgetting that she was in a quiet library, she begins to tap her pen on the desk causing the librarian to look over at her. Jeska gives her an innocent look, but when the librarian turns around, she rolls her eyes and looks back down on her looseleaf paper. The boys .. are okay. Man, what I would do to be in sophomore year again. Hah, in sophomore year, you could have a boyfriend that was a sophomore, junior, or senior.. but now, my choices are limited to only seniors. That whole college boyfriend thing won't work- not with a chick like me. She glances at the clock. 10 minutes left until my main drama class, come on, hurry up. Fustrated and bored, Jeska looks down at her paper. I only come to school for my drama classes. I fall asleep in the others. I think my math teacher already failed me for falling asleep the first few days of school. Screw her, right? Right. I fuckin' hate AP classes. Damn, what was I thinking signing up for 5 AP classes and extra curricular activities? Damn, I wasn't thinking- that's for sure. I need someone to help me in AP Calculus, it's kicking me in the ass. For the third time, she looks over at the clock. Two minutes, thank goodness.. She folds the paper and puts it in her right back pocket and puts her purple pen back into her backpack. She puts her backpack on her right shoulder and walks out of the library. A few moments later, the bell rings. I know 2 who love Jeska ..

[14 Jul 2003|09:48am] [ mood | okay ] [ music | __Shake Ya Tailfeather ] Jeska walks into her room, holding her math textbook. She closes the door beind her. She puts her textbook on her bed and walks over to her desk. She sees a paper explaining her newest assignment. She reads it quickly, and turns on her computer. She takes out her diary and a blue pen this time and opens up to the next new page. She begins to write. I have to write a scene. I hate doing this, all I do is act. But, anywa- She looks up at the computer, finally done loading. She clicks on her Microsoft Word and leaves the computer that way. She looks back down to her diary and continues writing. -y... New students, or maybe they're just people I haven't ever met before. I don't have many classes with my friends. That sucks, right? Right. I have classes with people I've never even talked to. But, hi, I'm Jeska- and that will change. Mom and Dad are bot- She hears her younger brother screaming for her, screaming that he was hungry. She laughs softly and looks back down at her diary, continuing her entry. -h gone for today, and probably 'till tomorrow. My brother's stupid and isn't able to feed himself. Well, I have my scene to work on- and I have to order pizza because I'm too lazy to figure out how to make food because I'm not a cook. Jeska closes her diary book and puts down her pen. She leaves them both next to the computer, showing a screen saver. She grabs her phone and goes downstairs. I know 1 who love Jeska ..

[13 Jul 2003|07:01pm] [ mood | busy ] [ music | __Bye Bye Bye ] She walks into her room, looking over at her desk. Messy, unorganized.. and you would never think it was part of her room. She shrugs, hoping to have time later to fix it all. She looks out the window and sees a group of little girls playing. She smiles, thinking about how old she was now. She goes to her other desk, neat and clean. She takes out her new diary and a pink pen. She begins to write: I guess I should introduce myself, right? Right. I would be Jeska. The Jeska Solar. I hate making this a big deal.. but please, the name is Jeska.. not Jessica. I just have a problem with that, I don't know. There's not much to say about me. I'm a senior at San Francisco's Academy of Creative and Performing Arts- otherwise known as ACPA. It's some smancy fancy school, I guess, for talented kids with a passion of the arts- like me. I want to be an actress, and hey, I'm going to be an actress and no one's going to stop me. Anyways, assuming that I am a senior who's never failed any of her grades, you can safely say that I am seventeen turning eighteen this year. Family. Okay, everyone wants to know about family, right? I live with my mom, my dad, my little brother, and my dog. It's an All-American TV family, I guess. My mom's a real estate agent and my dad's a lawyer. I won't deny it- there's money in this family. We just don't make it a big deal, because money's just money. My little brother's an 8th grader and hoping to be in ACPA when I leave next year- something about creative writing. He's really good at it, and I'm glad it's his passion. Yep, I guess you call us a perfect family. Friends. Oh wow. I've lived in this neighborhood since I was little. I am popular. I win contests. I am a cheerleader. I have my group of friends. I won Junior Prom queen and all that junk. I'm just Jeska, I guess. Oh, but uhm, I don't date the quarterback or anything. I don't fall into the stereotypical blonde hair, blue eyed, perfect girl that deep. I'm single, actually. I don't hate it, but you know, it'll be nice to have a boyfriend. School is fun, if you ask me. Straight A's and doing what I love to do all day- come on now, nothing can beat that, you know? Speakin' of school, I got some lines to memorize for tomorrow. I guess my first entry is done, then. She puts down her pen, skimming her entry. She closes the diary and puts it in her drawer. She goes over to her messy table, quickly looking through everything for her homework. She finds it, smoothing it out. She glances at it and folds it. She turns off her room light and closes the door as she leaves. [[ OOC: I'll be gone from July 23rd to Augest 14th. I'm not sure if I can update, but I'll probably be able to. I'm up for storylines- and especially looking for a group of best friends and possibly a to-be-boyfriend. AIM is sunny jeska. Thanks<3 ]] love Jeska ..

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