Preppy Pictures For Wall Novels & Stories

I had been waiting for the payday, and I would be out of here like flash residing in a new apartment. I pulled off the first nightwear my hand reached and exited the chamber. Taking the shirt I shook it in case any dust decided to dwell on it when something fell on the ground. I looked down and frowned as a photograph lay on the floor. Bending over I picked it up, my eyes going wide at the three smiling faces posing in the picture. Behind them proudly stood the beige colored building of Stuyvesant High School. The young and lively features on the students' faces didn't impede me from recognizing who they were. At the left corner stood Christian, beside him stood his wife leaning her hand on

Her taste ranged from classical, to opera, to hip hop, country music, rap, to retro, and to rock n roll. Ava began dusting. One of the reasons why the den took a little while to clean was because of all the extra stuff that sat on top of – well, everything – including the pictures on the wall. There were pictures of Ray as a teenager in a baseball unform in a grouping on the wall. It appeared he had played baseball all through high school. The same with Jesse. There were pictures of him in a football uniform in a grouping on the wall. There were older pictures of people she didn’t know – some were in black and white. She assumed there were either Ray’s parents or his grandparents. There were

I already knew living with him was going to be annoying as hell. I found him in the den, studying the pictures I had hanging on the wall, before turning to the ones on table and shelves. The pictures in this room were a culmination of my college experience. There were pictures from undergrad parties, sorority events, pictures of spring breaks, grad school parties and sorority events, and of both graduations, every picture I'm in shows me smiling brightly as the life of the party, but that girl was gone now. She no longer wanted to even be at the party, let alone the life of it. The Alpha Prince stopped infront of the bookshelf and picked up a framed picture that sat in the left hand corner o

"Mr. Sneyd, I had no idea we have such similar tastes." Franklin laughed as he shot me a look of admiration. "I never thought you'd be someone with such skills too. Take a look at the photos on that wall on the left!" I turned to see images of the campus belles I had met previously in suggestive poses, being tortured and whipped by Franklin. My anger flared as I clenched my fists. What a monster. "Mr. Sneyd, you're really…" I spoke, my voice faltering with disgust.

"Girl, you gotta see the comments. This girls can't wait to kill you and I bet they're all Pendleton high bitches." I sighed in annoyance and stood up and went and sat next to her on her bed. "Can we not go through that again? Let's just try to find out who the guy is." She glanced at me and then starts typing on her laptop. "Okay...let's see." She pulled out the Pendleton high school website and clicked to the images section and started scrolling through the pictures. There were a lot of pictures where some of them are standing in a parking lot with expensive cars parked right beside them, and they were dressed in not school appropriate outfits, but with cropped tank tops, short skirts, Jim

Nothing was missing… All my favorite wallpapers and pictures were perfectly hung on the wall. Tears filled my eyes. Oh, don’t get me wrong. They’re not tears of sadness but of joy. I walked closer to the wall and touched the pictures. Then my eyes caught my graduation from high school pictures… there was Kyle and me. He was still dressed in a slave’s uniform. That day, I had gotten home with excitement. I still had my badge as the valedictorian and a flower given to me by my father when I rushed off to see Kyle.