I want my camera back. I miss it. Need one.

Keith had hurt her. She doesn't know if he realized it or not. But he did. Guess he wasn't used to a girl who ain't never done it before. Then she was with Logan and well Keith came in. Poor Logan. Daphne had gone along with everything because she figured this was normal. This is what people do when they have sex. After all was said and done she went into her room, hoping in the morning that she'd be feeling better.

Instead she woke up and went to move and grabbed her stomache, almost falling out of the bed. It hurt. She gagged a moment as a feeling of nausea washed over her. She waited it out almost two hours...but she didn't feel right. It hurt too much to move. She grabbed her cellphone and dialed Ally's number, whimpering softly, hoping she picked up.

They had lunch, gone back to the farm, got settled in and then spent time together talking and all that fun stuff. When it was nighttime, she went for a walk with Keith, taking in the farm, finally making her way into the barn to plot her photoshoot.

"You have a really. Really gorgeous place. A girl could get used to this."

Daphne was excited. She was gonna do an actual photoshoot. She had packed a bag and gone. (if the boys went with...they were there with here. lol) It was exciting the whole entire way there. Her hands were sweaty and she was a nervous wreck.

It took a few days to get there by bus and a few hours beforehand of getting there, she had done her hair up and pulled it into a tight ponytail with a few tendrils falling around her face and put on a skirt and a tank top. All in the back of the bus. Not the bathroom. But the very backseat of the bus. When they were finally there she had literally jumped off the bus. Keith had promised to pick them up.

and take his pictures.

I really need that camera. NOAH..LOGAN. Wanna come to Texas with me?

I...did something minorly stupid last night. I decided that Logan was going to be my....you know..first. Don't ask me why. I don't really like him like that. It's Logan. But I was comfortable with him, and after the run in with Zach yesterday (that's a different story btw) I just...I decided I was going to do it with him. So I crawled into bed with him. Started kissing him and well it started going further and guess who freaked out? *points to self* lovely huh?

Backwards, forwards, sideways, under, top, bottom and everywhere in between.

Someone said that, her name was Gia Carangi, not that many of you would know who she is. She was one of the greatest models to ever exist, until she died from AIDS. She photographed so well that it was hard to take your eyes off of her. I have all the magazines that she was in, even have one of the dresses that she modeled in. I convinced my mother that I wanted it for christmas. Her laison at the time bought it for me.

I want to be like her. I want to be free. I want to take pictures of people and things and make the world see that as screwed up as it can be? There's always something better. I want to be a photographer. My mom thinks it's a lame joke, that it'll pass. It hasn't. And I've wanted this since third grade. I even signed up for photography class, but my mother didn't pay the fees for the class so I was booted. Fuck her. Fuck him. Fuck the guy that she was fucking for making her think I don't have what it takes. I do have what it takes. I'm good. i'm solid. I'm clean. I'm me. Why can't anyone see that.

I'm not going to fall for either of the two boys. Noah or Logan. It'll get me in trouble. I know it will. And yet I seem to have a strange infatuation to the both of them. Fuck me. Not literally. Never. Not in this lifetime. I've sworen off boys. At least for now.

I want to photograph things. I need to.

Write a ficlet, a scene, a poem or whatever portraying your character the opposite of what they truly are. Change their gender, personality, belief system, whatever you choose or all of the above.


Daphne woke up and groaned. She looked at the alarm clock and shrieked. OH GOD! She only had an hour to get ready! She had her hair...her makeup. And oh god she hadn't even picked out her outfit for that day. Wait..was today Pink day? Or was it black day? Crap! Time to go Shannon! Shannon would know. Shannon always knew.

"Shannon, oh my god I'm having a crisis. Is it pink or black day? And are we wearing boots or sneakers?"

"It's black day Dahpne. Don't worry, other people forgot to. It's like totally okay. And we're all wearing sneakers. Boots are a Tuesday thing. Not a friday thing. We're still on for the tanning salon after school right?"

" God thank you so much Shannon. You are a total doll. I don't know what I'd do without you guys! You're like my totally uber bestest friends. I'd like absolutely DIE without you. And of course we're on for the salon, I wouldn't miss it!" She was hyperly talking into the phone. "Oh god! I have to go! I need to get dressed!"

She hung up the pink razor phone and then sighed, getting out a cute little black outfit and her white and black sneakers. She looked at herself in the mirror and applied the light pink lip gloss and sprayed the cotton candy perfume blowing a kiss to the mirror. She looked perfect. She bounced her hair back and then headed out. At school she met up with the girls and they laughed and giggled. And then she saw Zach. She smiled and walked over and wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss. He kissed her back. Wait. This wasn't real. What the hell? Daphne...wake up.... She giggled like some little school girl and then blew a bubble from her bubblegum.

Apparently, Daphne was one of the "Plastics" and Zach was her uber cute football jock of a boyfriend. She was also the girl oblivious to the fact her boyfriend was really gay and was screwing the halfback in the locker room after practice almost everyday.

Daphne screamed and woke up, falling out of her bed and landing on the floor with a really loud thud. She screamed again and then looked at herself in the mirror. Looked at the boxes around her and then shook it off.

"I am NEVER watching Mean Girls before bed ever again. God damn it...not even in my dreams do I get the guy!"

"Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face You told me how proud you were, but I walked away If only I knew what I know today" ~ Christina Aguilera

Yesterday? I was in love. Zach's face was like a god to me. I had it bad. So bad that I failed to see what was right in front of me. Spring Formal. I had bought the most drop dead gorgeous dress I could find. One that would..show off my boobs without flashing the whole world, and one that didn't make me look like a peice of street trash waiting to get laid. I wasn't really waiting to get laid. I mean the thought had crossed my mind but I'm a teenager. Anyway. Continuing.

He picked me up in his moms car, which was really nice. A black lexus. Very scheik. He looked really good too. He was wearing this black button up shirt with a pair of black pants, but it was Zach, so of course they hung off of him with a studded belt. I took one look at him and knew that yes, I was indeed, smitten. He even spiked his hair up like I told him he looked good with. I was in heaven. He smiled, gave me a white rose corsage with a red ribbon, to match my dress that was a nice blood red. He said I looked gorgeous and that we were going to be the center of attention. He was right in that aspect. Except not the center of attention that was a good kind.

Danced, ate, laughed, danced some more. Then his one friend came over and they started talking. It was okay. They were on the soccer team together. He seemed a bit akward but then came and told me that he was going to go hang out. I said sure, I'd be fine. Well, I figured he'd be gone ten or fifteen minutes. When he didn't come back, I went looking. I found him in the science room, MY science room on the lab table with Cody. I thought they were wrestling so I laughed and walked over. That's when I saw Cody's hand down Zach's pants, and Zach's hand down Cody's pants. Both of em making stranger noises. My jaw dropped and then Zach noticed me and cursed a bit before scrambling to like zip himself back up and everything. I was on the verge of tears. I was so hurt. I liked him! He KNEW I liked him! He asked me to the formal and talked about being with me. He played me! I tried taking the corsage off and wound up pricking myself which made me yelp. Apparently a teacher had seen me leave and was wondering where I was going. They followed me and saw the whole thing themselves. Along with three of the students who ran back laughing and told the entire gymnasium. Talk about embarrasing.

If I had known he was gay, I would have been able to better handle it. Instead he led me on and let me feel for him like that and he didn't even care. His concern was Cody. Lovely. I hate men. Maybe I should just swear them off and go live in a jungle and take care of Gorillas like that one woman. I don't know. The kids at school all look at me, laugh. Yeah. Go ahead and laugh. Haha the girl was in love with the gay guy. I'm not mad that he's gay, what I'm mad about is that he didn't have the decency to tell me he WAS. You don't let someone tell you that they like you, potentially love you, and you don't have the same inkling for them in anyway shape or form. It's just wrong. To top it all off? I'm miserable.

Daphne Sawa, a girl, who lives in Kentucky. I'm not going to post my age on here, does it matter? I'm a kid. It's as simple as that. I like reading, I like playing football, and I like the feeling of being on top of the world every once in a while. I'm a Princess, a warrior, a rebel, a geek, and a girl that likes art. I'm me. I'm not into Barbie, but I'm not in Gi Joe or Power Rangers. I don't like playing with toys. I'm just. Me.