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Name: Aubree/Bree

How often are you online?: Almost daily, but for less amounts of time during the school year/golf season (never gone for more than like 1-2 days).

Are you a MOD of other group? (If so how many?): I'm currently the head moderator of Aurelia Auburn Academy for the Arts, and have been moderator in several other groups on my old account.

Sample of Writing: (view spoiler)[Kennedy's conversation with Leo had felt her feeling slightly sick to her stomach; she could only hope that Leo hadn't been able to figure out her crush on Jacob. It was doubtful, though; after all, there were two people in the world who knew Kenna more than anyone else, and those two people were Leo and Jacob. And she had worked so hard, for over a year and a half, to cover up the fact that she was hardcore crushing on her best friend. She wasn't even sure that it could be considered a crush anymore. It was more than just a crush. What she had felt for Kale, a few years ago - that was a crush. This wasn't. It was more than that. She was halfway-convinced that she was in love, not that she would actually admit that to anyone, let alone herself. No, she would continue to deny being in love in true Disney heroine fashion.

And so she sat in Catherine's old treehouse. It wasn't like Catherine had used it in years; Kennedy had discovered it during her freshman year, come almost every day, and it was virtually abandoned. It had become a pretty great hangout for Jacob and her - free of any of his 'girlfriends' (because really, they were more of hookups than girlfriends).

She shouldn't even feel this way about him, she reasoned. There were so many boys at school who were kind, charming, attractive. It wasn't like Jacob had a track record for being the best boyfriend ever or anything like that. In fact, he would probably be one of the last people in the school to get a 'Best Boyfriend' award. And yet... it changed nothing. She was used to seeing him flirt with girls and have his way with them; that was Jacob. So maybe he didn't treat them the best. Kenna was well aware of that. But despite all of it... he was still Jacob. Still charming and witty and still her best friend. Whether he had changed for better or for worse, Kennedy was not sure; the one thing she was sure of, however, was the fluttery feelings she got around him, the sudden nervousness and should I have used more perfume? It was ridiculous, really. Kennedy Elizabeth Anderson was a strong, independent young woman... and yet Jacob McAllister was still her weakness. Along with all the other girls in the school.

Really, Kenna didn't doubt that Leo was inwardly freaking out after their conversation. There was one person she couldn't lie to, and that was her twin. And deep down, she knew he saw right through it, as much as she wanted to deny it. And now he and Kale were probably going to do some terrible thing to Jacob or something. Terrorize the shit out of the poor guy. And then there was the fact that Leo had brought up the subject of the Fall Formal. And goodness, did Kenna want Jacob to ask her. But she'd also wanted him to ask her to the Fall Formal the year before... and the Christmas Tree Lighting (because hey, some people had dates for that)... and the Winter Formal... and prom. And how many of those had he actually asked her to?

...yeah. None. It wasn't exactly something that Kenna was proud of.

But she had to cling to the hope that maybe something would be different this year. Maybe he'd ask her. Hell, maybe she would ask him! It was the twenty-first century, for God's sake! About time women started taking charge of their own lives. But... she wanted him to ask her. Kennedy was an independent girl; but... was it so wrong that she wanted Jacob to ask her to the Fall Formal? And maybe confess his love while he was at it? Propose marriage, maybe? It worked for John and Nathalie. Because she could ask him... but of course she'd brush it off as 'just friends' and she'd be back exactly where she started.

But... that didn't mean she had to do nothing about it. So she sat, leaning against the corner of the old treehouse - and gosh, Kenna hated Catherine, but this was a pretty awesome treehouse - and pulling her phone out of her pocket (a sundress! With pockets! How cool was that!?). And so she typed out the message quickly, hitting 'send' before she could change her mind.

Meet me in the treehouse?

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