Between these walls {open}

[Riley Saige]

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We're Just
Misguided Ghosts

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I'm sorry. Again, such simple words shocked Riley, and made her realize how out of touch she must be with everyone, or maybe everyone else out of touch with her. Either way, she felt as if she didn't deserve it. "There are so many people in foster care. So many people who have it worse of then me," She starts, slowly, "Yet here I am, throwing a pity-party for myself. There is always someone worse off then you, always someone who has it better then you. It's a fact of life, always changing, nearly impossible to reach the top, sink to the bottom." Throughout all this, her tone becomes more airy, as she's speaking to herself more then anything.

I'm really sorry you had to go through all of that. Her tone was so nice, Riley couldn't even understand why in the world she was being kind to her, why she wasn't laughing, or looking awkward and changing the subject. All the times she'd imagined telling something, whether in nightmares or daydreams, this wasn't how it went. Riley couldn't decide whether she liked it, or hated it, hated how sincere she sounded, which made no sense.

What do you mean no one likes you though?.. I'm sure you have tons of friends, you seem like a really nice person to hang out with. Riley shakes her head, eyes lowering, a bitter-sweet laugh escaping her pink lips, "No, no, I don't have friend. I have acquaintances at school. I have haters at home. Not home. My house. That place is not my home." Her tone turns sour near the end, but after a moment, she brings her gaze back up to meet Liberty's, tone softening once more, "Your the closest thing I have to a friend, truthfully. I'm sorry, you probably really don't want to hear my rant about all this, do you? Of course not... She murmurs, shaking her head again.

The Ones We
Trusted The Most

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Words~ 319
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Tags~ {Liberty}
Outfit~ Robes
Lyrics~ Misguided Ghosts, Paramore
Credit~ Starz3z @ Caution 2.0!(That'd be me! I made this!)

[Liberty Edenway]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] liberty edenway And through the rising and falling apart we discover who we are - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Liberty watched as the shock took over Riley's face again, and it made her wonder if the girl had ever opened up to anyone about it before. If she had, surely the person would have sympathized with her? She doubted Riley had though, as she seemed to wear the bubbly facade most of the time, and maybe no one had ever really tried to see past it? Liberty was just like that though. There were often two sides to people: the mask they wore, and their true personality beneath it. And she preferred to see past the mask. It was just how she was. Maybe it was because a part of her secretly wished that someone would see past her own mask. "Yet here I am, throwing a pity-party for myself. There is always someone worse off then you, always someone who has it better then you. It's a fact of life, always changing, nearly impossible to reach the top, sink to the bottom." At Riley's words, Liberty was rendered into silence. This girl was showing wisdom beyond her age. Then again, maybe that meant she had experienced things that a girl her age should not have experienced. The truth of the words sank in though, and she saw the beauty of it. "Maybe, but no one's life is perfect. It's experience you can use to your advantage though.... learn from it, rise nevertheless and show everyone your true strength," she told her. "Gryffindors seem to have a knack for doing that," she told her with a small smile. As Riley began saying she had no friends, she shook her head but said nothing and allowed her to continue talking. At the end of it, the first words out of her mouth were, "I'm not the closest thing you have to a friend.. I am your friend..well, now I am anyway." she told her. "And it's not because I feel sorry for you or anything like that. It's because you honestly seem like a pretty awesome person. And I don't mind listening to you, I like listening to people a lot actually. Probably more than I like talking. But-" she stopped here and glanced at her watch, "It's getting pretty close to curfew, so I think we'd better head up to our common rooms now." She got up from her seat on the couch, heading over to the door to exit the room. tag {RILEY}. 401 words. notes:.. :] TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.