Holiday from Real -Zach-

[mimi michelle gilliam]

Your arms like towers tower over me.
• • • We are broken,• • •

What must we do to restore our
• • •innocence?• • •

Mimi felt like today was a purple-ish type of day for her. It was her first day at a new school and she wanted to look nice and none of her blue plaid shirts were clean and ready to wear. She put on skinny jeans and spent ten minutes contemplating whether she wanted to go with boots or converse for the day. She decided on her newly bought gray boots and finished getting ready. John and Lisa have been basically preparing her for her first day since she got back to their home. They bought her a book bag, new clothes, and a cell phone. She’s never had this much stuff before back in Venice. Her family wasn’t the richest on the block anyways. Then they gave her money to blow off on jewelry that she wanted. She bought a few bracelets, a necklace, and three rings. She liked her new family, but still missed the life she had back in Italy. Even though she didn’t look Italian, she sure spoke like one.

The couple didn’t live far from the school and even though she had a car now, she still decided on walking. She wanted some fresh air to think about what this day was going to be like. Maybe she should have gone with the converse. The boots were cute and warm, but nothing for distance walking. Well, she didn’t complain about it though. The walk was only about seven or eight minutes long and when she got to the school, it didn’t even look as big as she had pictured it would be. She walked in the front doors and people looked at her and stared as she walked by. She already hated the feeling of being the new kid in town. She went to the office to pick up her schedule. Of course she had to be in the English as a new Language class, but all the other classes were the same. She had Calculus, Music Theory AP, Chemistry AP, and a bunch of other spread throughout the day.

After she gathered up her books from the bookstore, got her locker number, and then found all her classes, she finally got some time to relax. She went to a place where she could probably get away from the crowds and just have some space of her own to breathe. The field. When she was passing it, only a small number of people seemed to be there and with the giant bleachers, she thought that she would get some alone time. Teachers wouldn’t really care if she didn’t show up today. They probably all thought that she was still taking classes to learn English. Well, whatever. She wasn’t a bad kid or anything, but she would feel awkward enough passing through people in the halls.

Once she got to the field, little dots of people were scattered throughout the bleacher sections. A little group sat high up, while another three-person group sat near stairs. She turned around to find no one on the visitor’s side however. She climbed up the numerous stairs and finally found a semi-clean place to take a seat. She dug in her bag to find her iPod. She unwrapped her headphones and turned on the music. She took in a deep breath and then let it all out. Maybe this first day wouldn’t be so bad after all. Besides all of the stares when she first walked in and was walking around, she felt like the field would be her escape place when she needed it. She tapped her foot to the beat of the song and just got lost in it.

Give us life again.
Cause we just wanna be whole.
Muse-ic ! For a pessimist, i'm pretty optimistic
Tagged ! zach
Outfit ! CLICK
Lyrics ! We Are Broken by Paramore
Credit ! Broadwayislove@Caution
Notes !What do you want to say?

[zachary mark flaherty]

We're soldiers, instinctive,
(We can bring change before we die.)
THROUGH TAILS OF THE DEMONS, TO FEEL WHAT LIES BENEATH OUR EYES

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Zach rolled himself out of bed in his apartment and sat up. He didn't have a clue whath e was going to do today, maybe hang around the football field all day at the local school, see if there was any good looking girls around that he could ever get to talk to, but most high school girls had never bothered to talk to him, unless they were drunk. Oh well.

He pulled on a black tee shirt, not really caring what was on it so to say but it was a band tee. He pulled on a pair of his normal trip pants and then some random colored socks, that didn't even match but that's okay he didn't so much care. He walked into the kitchen of his very plain looking apartment and just looked in the empty kitchen. Urgh, there was nothing to eat there, he didn't have a care about what he ate and he didn't have anything now, which really sucked now. He didn't even have coffee, which really sucked.

He walked over to the door to the apartment and grabbed the keys to his black hummer. Zach didn't much care for any other car, and loved the gas eater he called a car. He walked out of the door and to the hummer and climbed in. He stopped at Dunkies for a coffee, and then went to the school. He of course, parked were no one would think that he would actually go here. He actually parked on the street. He pulled his ipod out of the glove compartment and walked out into the field. The first bell rang and most of the few people who were here actually got up and left. There was one girl that caught his eye though. She was sitting all alone, and she didn't seem to move when the bell rang. He walked over to her, his headphones over his head and blasting music as he walked up the benches to her. He walked over to were she was sitting and sat down one bleacher above her. He waited to see if she would notice him.

(TAG ?!)kale
(WORDS ?!)don't know.
(WEARING ?!) outfit
(STATUS ?!) finished
(NOTES ?!) rawwr!
(CREDIT ?!)this lovely template was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by the amazing black veil brides, never give in.

[mimi michelle gilliam]

Your arms like towers tower over me.
• • • We are broken,• • •

What must we do to restore our
• • •innocence?• • •

Mimi heard the first bell ring to get to class, but she just stayed put. No one would even really care if she showed up the first day or not. She turned around and saw a guy walking up the bleachers towards her. She turned back towards the field and she noticed that he sat one bleacher seat above her. She didn’t turn around, but used her eyesight to see that black tripp pants, a black shirt, and black converse. She didn’t really see anything else because her sight was limited, but she got the gist of it all. When she listened more closely, she could hear music coming from his headphones. Maybe he had those bass boosters that were like, ninety dollars that Lisa and John wanted to get her at first, but she just went with the simple ear buds.

Before turning around she took a deep breath and took a headphone out. She turned around and saw that he did have those DJ-type headphones on. His shirt was a band shirt that she’s heard of, but never really listened to, but she did recognize the name. She didn’t really know what to say to him, but she needed to say something before this got awkward really fast. ”Hi.” She wanted to V-8 herself for that. Usually she’s hyper and upbeat, but this whole first day thing was kind of throwing her off. ”My name is Mimi,” she finally got out. Italians are known for their overly hyper personalities; where did hers go?

She took a closer look at him. He had jet-black hair and blue eyes that stuck out. She didn’t want to feel like a creeper, and kind of sat back a little bit. From afar, it looked like he was wearing black eyeliner. She’d seen more of the ‘scene’ guys do this, but never up close. She kind of stared down now. She felt awkward for some odd reason. She knew she should be in the school getting ready to start her English as a new Language class, but she could skip the first session of that. Besides, the teacher probably spoke mostly Spanish. You get a lot of Latin Americans in school these days. She looked back up to find piercings right on his lower lip. They weren’t snakebites, but she had heard the name for them before. Spider bites? Yeah. That had to be it. She thought that would be awkward to have piercings right on the lip. She didn’t mind people who had piercings in places other than ears however. Just, not on her.

She looked down again and her feet started to scuff along the cold bleachers. She should say something else, but what? She looked up again trying to guess his grade now. He was either out of high school or a senior. ”Are you out of high school?” she asked tilting her head a bit to the side. That probably just made things awkward for him. ”I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to blurt that out.” She tried to hide the Italian accent, but it started to come out once she started to ramble on things. Okay, so, she needed a V-8 now, thanks.

Give us life again.
Cause we just wanna be whole.
Muse-ic ! the narwhal song
Tagged ! zach
Outfit ! CLICK
Lyrics ! We Are Broken by Paramore
Credit ! Broadwayislove@Caution
Notes !What do you want to say?

[zachary mark flaherty]

We're soldiers, instinctive,
(We can bring change before we die.)
THROUGH TAILS OF THE DEMONS, TO FEEL WHAT LIES BENEATH OUR EYES

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The music blared from his headphones, why the hell was at the school, if he didn't even go to school anymore? He probably should at least finish high school. meh, he would probably enroll in this school and stay here for a while, at least until something happened, or someone came back into his life. he wouldn't let his past ruin him anymore. Sydney was gone. She was not coming back. She fucking left him again and he really thought she was going to stay this time. But it didn't happen. Once again he woke up and she was completely done. once again, there was a note saying it just couldn't be. Even after everything, she said that they were suppose to be soul mates. Guess that was a lie too. She lied so much to him all the time that he just gave up on her. Just like he did Eliza.

He heard a voice and he looked down at the girl, who was staring at him. "Hello." He said after a moment, his voice really not hitting anything. He was bored more then anything, at least in school he could actually take walks and at least get in trouble for it. When you're on your own, you get very bored very easy. Of course, his whole life was full of boring things. Boring people, boring familes, boring foster places. There was so many things that were boring. And then there were horrors.

What ever. he turned his attention back to the girl and looked at her as she asked if he was out of school or a senior. He pulled his headphones down around his neck and looked at her. "I technically dropped out junior year, but i might go to ad to school cause i have nothing better to do with myself.'' he said to her. It was truly sad how he actually did not have anything to do with himself. He didn't bother with working, he didn't bother with dating at the moment either. He hadn't actually started looking since Sydney left, again. It wasn't that he gave up on girls, it was more that he hadn't found anyone that would spike his interest.

Was that an Italian accent in her voice? Interesting. Zach, use to have an accent, but that was when he was like seven and he now grew out of it and now wanted to go back to Germany more then anything else. Or Sweden. Which ever really.

(TAG ?!)kale
(WORDS ?!)don't know.
(WEARING ?!) outfit
(STATUS ?!) finished
(NOTES ?!) rawwr!
(CREDIT ?!)this lovely template was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by the amazing black veil brides, never give in.

[mimi michelle gilliam]

Your arms like towers tower over me.
• • • We are broken,• • •

What must we do to restore our
• • •innocence?• • •

He then said hi to her after a moments pause. His voice didn’t seem to have any sort of, spunk in it. That made her kind of sad then. No spunk or change in voice meant that a person was normally sad or bored with their lives; nothing to live for any longer. It made her kind of upset knowing that people walked around like that everyday. She couldn’t help every single one of them, but she would try. She would have to fix her own problems first however. It had been like, three years since the accidents, but she still hadn’t completely gotten over it. John and Lisa were great and all, but still.

He pulled his headphones down to his neck and then answered her question about the school situation. He dropped out as a junior, but he might go back because he had nothing better to do. She tilted her head to the side a little bit, ”Well, it’s good that you are thinking of going back, but just because you don’t have anything else to do?” She wasn’t sure what to think of that. She wanted to feel bad, but then again he could give a care what happened in his life. Unless he was rich and could afford to sit around all day, but rarely people were these days. Couldn’t he have a job, or looking for one? What about a relationship? She wasn’t going to go into deep detail about anything, but can’t he do something about this? ”Well, have you ever had a job? And did you like it?”

Maybe talking to him about a job would make him somewhat more motivated? She wasn’t going to lecture him because she wasn’t his mom or anything. She was pretty sure he was older than her by at least two years or so. She heard the bell go off for the people still not in class, to go to the tardy room or whatever they called it if you were late. Her heart sped up a few beats, but then slowed back down. This was her first day and her first period, and she was already skipping. Great. What would her teacher think of that? Frankly, she didn’t really care right now. She already knew English fairly well and she could skip out on the first day of English as a New Language.

Give us life again.
Cause we just wanna be whole.
Muse-ic ! tv
Tagged ! zach
Outfit ! CLICK
Lyrics ! We Are Broken by Paramore
Credit ! Broadwayislove@Caution
Notes !HIYA

[zachary mark flaherty]

We're soldiers, instinctive,
(We can bring change before we die.)
THROUGH TAILS OF THE DEMONS, TO FEEL WHAT LIES BENEATH OUR EYES

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Sure, his answers to the questions were never going to make much sense to her, to him they barely made sense anymore. His life was seriously fucked up. The times he almost had Sydney back, the time he has Eliza back. All of it, a huge mess. He hated his life most of the time. Truly, there was little to be liked from it. His own daughter was dead because he had to get sick. His life, was seriously fucked. Life sucked for Zach.

Zach looked down at her, he wasn't completely sure what she what she was getting at. "Well...yeah... I don't get what's your getting at.." he said, starting to get really confused with her. Sure, he really didn't have anything else to do with his life. he didn't really like sitting around and doing nothing, and he wasn't sure if he could even get into the school, because he was nineteen. He would really have to con his way into getting them to thing he's seventeen, but that would really need someone dumb cause he was nineteen and a half. He blinked at her. A job? No. he never actually thought about a job. But he was to lazy and didn't actually like to listen to people. "No. I've never had a job. I sort of just live off of what ever is in my bank account.. Cause i don't actually know my family." he said.

Zach actually didn't like to talk about himself as much as people asked him about it. He really did hate it. It was the questions that dug under his skin and drove him crazy. He hated to talk about how many families he had been in, some a few weeks, some only three days. It really was a mess. Somewhere around forty places he was in before he turned seventeen and gave up and just plain left one day and didn't return back to the place. He was on his own now, and he wasn't sure what to do about it. "You're not from here are you. You're accent I mean..." he said, his German accent barely rang in his voice. He had spent all summer in Germany, and picked up the language and the accent was rather easy for him to pick up again. Since he was seven when he moved away from his homeland. He actually liked it there, but something brought him back to America. He still couldn't figure out what it was yet. He just had a feeling he needed to be here and not there.

(TAG ?!)kale
(WORDS ?!)don't know.
(WEARING ?!) outfit
(STATUS ?!) finished
(NOTES ?!) rawwr!
(CREDIT ?!)this lovely template was made by dear joey AKA xoxsilvermoonox of the lovely CAUTION 2.0 don't steal this or else I will send my rabid heffalumps and woozles after you!! (: the lyrics are by the amazing black veil brides, never give in.

[mimi michelle gilliam]

Your arms like towers tower over me.
• • • We are broken,• • •

What must we do to restore our
• • •innocence?• • •

He said the school thing was true. ”Well, if you only wanna go back because you have nothing better to do, it’s better than nothing.” She could tell that he was getting confused with her. She decided to stop talking about school now. She didn’t actually care if he did want to go back because he had nothing to do or not. At least he had lasted up until junior year. Some people don’t go back after sophomore year. Then he said he never had a job either. That he lives off whatever is in his bank account and that he’s never actually met his family. ”Well, find a hobby if you want something to do.” She wasn’t sure what else to say to him after the hobby thing. He was probably going to respond with that he didn’t have a hobby. Hopefully he found something fun in life.

He then obviously wanted to get off himself and started to mention the accent. ”Italy. Lived there up until I was about fifteen or so.” She didn’t like going into detail about why she moved. If he were to ask, she would probably just make up something saying family related things. Technically it wasn’t a lie; she just wasn’t being very descriptive. Talking about her family made her feel all sad inside and she hated that feeling. She knew that the accident was about three years ago, but she still felt like it was yesterday. Then again, if it were yesterday, she would still be in Italy about to be kicked out of the foster care. After a kid turned seventeen, they were responsible for finding a job and getting a low-cost apartment to live in. The foster care let you live there up until you were seventeen and four months old, but after that you were on your own. She found it harsh, but that’s the way things were.

She then went into a thought about Venice and all the beautiful buildings that were there. She really wanted to go back and live there. America was okay, but she felt out of place and like she didn’t belong. It was awkward walking around with John and Lisa trying to find new clothes. People stared because of her ghostly white skin. When she talked it was also kind of awkward. Sometimes they would turn to John or Lisa and ask what she had just said because they couldn’t understand her accent. That wasn’t embarrassing at all.

Give us life again.
Cause we just wanna be whole.
Muse-ic ! tv
Tagged ! zach
Outfit ! CLICK
Lyrics ! We Are Broken by Paramore
Credit ! Broadwayislove@Caution
Notes !rawrawr