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Influences

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Created: 2006-04-06 16:48:09

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*Influences* by Ariel

Ashlee Lawrence has a twin sister, Natalee. They lived together with their mum, Gina, and step-dad, Rick. They also had a little 3-year-old brother, Christopher. They could be located in Miami, Florida, in a large beachouse that they shared with their butler, Chevy "Chives", their housekeeper, Laura, and their italian chef, Pierre. So seeing as this is about Ashlee, we better get started. See, Ashlee is in 9th grade, she's sixteen. Her and Natalee go to the

Lakeview High School Campus, for the Lakeview Lions. Ashlee's first day at school? Here it goes.

*Day1

All you basically heard that day were salutations of old friends from previous years. I recognized Ryan Whitman, a tall, muscular, tan guy with shiny, naturally highlighted brown hair. His jaws were easily visible, and he had full lips hiding his brilliant white smile. His eyebrows were perfectly arched, but all I saw him as was a best friend. There was also Rob Stevens, my other best friend, whose dark almond shaped eyes brought out his excellent smile and his tan smooth complected face. His hair was just about to his eyebrows and was dark brown. Both ears were pierced once and he had little silver ringlets hanging out of them. Rob was the typical stand-out guy and was punk, NOT goth. He always wore his black Emerica, Hurley, DC shoes company shirts and those chunky skater shoes. Ryan was more of the preppy sort of boy, always wearing American Eagle, Hollister, destroyed jeans, and those brown flip-flops. But they were both my best friends in the world. We'd known eachother for ages, ever since we'd been born, since our mums all went to the same aerobics center when they were pregnant with us. Unlike Natalee, all my friends were boys, and Natalee was one of the 'preps' at our school, Lakeview High. The preps were most known as 'The Plastics.' (They had copied off of the Mean Girls movie.) Natalee was the head of the Plastics, (or Queen Bee) and she had four others in her posse: Makenzie Biel, the snottiest stuck-up wannabe ever, Dylan Henderson, the littlest, most delicate thing in the world, and Brooke Peters. If you didn't see Brooke Peters around with the Plastics, then she was off guzzling down protein shakes and snacking on Slimfast bars. There was something wrong with each of the Plastics. Brooke, with her little anerexia problem. Dylan, with her self-esteem problem. Makenzie, with her attitude problem, and Natalee. You may think that Natalee would be the most perfect of the Plastics, but no. Her little problem was me. Everyone knew Natalee and I were fraternal twins, and everyone knew she was popular and I wasn't. But truth is, I didn't WANT to be popular. I was only in two of my sister's classes at school, art and science. Of course she was better than me in everything....except skateboarding. That was the one thing I could beat her at, yet she would refuse to step on 'a killing machine with wheels.' Rob and I skateboarded all the time at the downtown skatepark. Ryan wasn't that sort of guy. He was more of the guy to try and impress me. He would always drive by in his really nice looking red Camero. And twice he's asked me out. And twice I've said no. I have never really cared to have a boyfriend at all. No time, and too much trouble of course. But Rob, he never was the one to impress me, although he always showed me new skateboard tricks. I guess I sort of liked the boys that DIDN'T try to impress me. That was strange for me, but Natalee of course had a boyfriend. Jason Kammeyer. A jock for Lakeview Lions football team and obviously Natalee was blinded to his stupidity. He even called ME Natalee once. But with me and my chopped black hair and green eyes, and Natalee and her golden locks and hazel eyes, how could someone mix us up? Nat would spend her time with Jason at Starbucks slurping frappuccinos, and although I liked Starbucks too, I'd much rather be skating with Rob. But I wasn't all skater-girl. I HAD a girly side, I just didn't like to show it. So that's me, Ashlee Lawrence, and Nat was my one true weakness that I could never beat. My influence.

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