Title: Stuffed Dolls & Paper Hearts
Description: Linking Back. x3
Description: Linking Back. x3
EMMAchu - November 28, 2007 08:20 AM (GMT)
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STUFFED DOLLS && PAPER HEARTS
If I could find out how
To make you listen now
Because I'm starving for you here
With my undying love
And I, I will
If I could find out how
To make you listen now
Because I'm starving for you here
With my undying love
And I, I will
There is a little slice of heaven along the shores of Hawaii.
It is a place of beauty, still untouched by the hands of pollution and technology. It has been one of Hawaii's best kept secrets, keeping it hidden from prying eyes that might want to come and taint it's natural loveliness with the poison and toxicity of the modern world. it is the image of paradise with it's clear, blue waters and cloudless skies. The small village that dots its shore is the only hint that there are people really do live in this paradise. This place is inhabited by a small population of two thousand, six hundred and fifty-seven people. Residents have called it all they really need, there's neither an excess nor a lack of anything. From a shopping mall to a cemetery. Indeed, the place has everything you need with just a little bit more to make it more beautiful than it seems. The residents come from all walks of life and they have the choice to either feel grateful that they live in such beauty or merely take it for granted. That they deserved this beauty and it was only right that they lived there.
Further down the road, a little distance from Bluewater's main village is one of the country's most prestigious boarding schools, Gladden Hill Academy. Gladden Hill plays home to nine nundred and seventeen students ranging from kindergarten to twelfth grade with sixty excellent faculty and staff members. Gladden Hill Academy strives for excellence and only those who can pass the entrance examination or those who have earned a highly coveted scholarship can enter the school. The headmistress' job is to put the best of her pupils forth and she has absolute no tolerance for losers. if she caught anyone slipping up she would call in all the experts; the shrinks,the tutors and the counselors to make sure that the student got into a good college and live happilly ever after.
This place is called Bluewater.
Breathe for love tomorrow
Cause there's no hope for today
Breathe for love tomorrow
Cause maybe there's another way
Cause there's no hope for today
Breathe for love tomorrow
Cause maybe there's another way
In all of Bleuwater's natural beauty and grandeur, there is nothing that suggests that something sinister may be lurking there, or to be more specific, the school. The headmistresses is sort of an idiot herself. She remains blissfully ignorant of what's really going on at Gladden Hill. She certainly doesn't know what whisperings are going on when her back is turned. Sure, Gladden hill may be just like any other boarding school in America, the uniforms stiff and crisp, the students young and beautiful but appearances can be deceiving. Gossip flies through the playground like a swarm of bees, and by the time the school is out, the last bit of information has been passed around every student there. Gladden Hill is a home to nine hundred and seventeen students who are all battling their own demons and making the best of what they have. Does any one really know who they really are? In a school such as this one anything can happen. Preganancies. Drugs. Underage marriage. Murders. Suicides. Rumors. Lies. And right there, lost in the shuffle of this dog-eat-dog world called high school lies an unassuming student who no one would suspect has a hidden agenda, one that would cost the lives of many. Things can and definitely will get ugly and there is no stopping it. This is High School, this is what really goes on behind the high gates of Gladden Hill Academy.
In this world of fear and confusion, there are stuffed dolls to be held and paper hearts to be torn...
I climb, I slip, I fall
Reaching for your hands
But I lay here all alone
Sweating all your blood