this is me

[Mary Bartuch]

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The room was quiet, well until the brunette sitting at the piano began to play. Her hair hung down almost covering her face as she played the song from memory. Her playing was simple but fluid as her hands moved across the keys. The majority of people wouldn’t be surprised to find the girl singing. That was because the girl was Mary Bartuch, a member of the school choir. You would most likely find Mary in the auditorium, well you either found her there or in the gymnasium dancing. There is one reason why you could be confused about the brunette sitting at the piano, you could think she was her twin sister Marni.

The two sisters were identical and that had its positives and negatives. Of course when they were little it had been great fun. They would pretend to be each other and try to confuse as many people as they could. They loved seeing the look on people’s faces when they saw the both of them, they were sure they were seeing double, especially when they were dressed the same. The troubles came when the girls wanted to people to know them. They were always getting confused with one another and sometimes their friends struggled to find the differences.

As the girl finished playing the intro she began to sing,

"I've always been the kind of girl
That hid my face
So afraid to tell the world
What I've got to say
But I had this dream
Bright inside of me
I'm going to let it show
It's time
To let you know
To let you know

This is the real, this is me
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be now
Gonna let the light
Shine on me
Now I've found
Who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me

Do you know what it's like to feel so in the dark
To dream about a life where you're the shining star
Even though it seems
Like it's to far away
I have to believe in myself
It's the only way

This is the real, this is me
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be now
Gonna let the light
Shine on me
Now I've found
Who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me

You're the voice I hear inside my head
The reason that I'm singing
I need to find you
I gotta find you
You're the missing piece I need
The song inside of me
I need to find you
I gotta find you
This is the real, this is me
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be now
Gonna let the light
Shine on me
Now I've found who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be

This is me
You're the missing piece I need
The song inside of me
This is me
You're the voice I hear inside my head
The reason that I'm singing

Now I found who I am
There's no way to hold it in
No more hiding who I want to be
This is me"

Her voice got every note spot on and the words seemed to mean something to her and that was for one reason, Mary had written the song. Mary was an actress everyone knew that and Mary knew she wasn't a songwrite, this time she had just struck lucky, she had someone to say and she had said it. Originally it had been a poem that she was going to use in the play she was writing but with a little bit of help from her musical friends she turned it into a song. Mary was now writing the story to fit the song in and that was what she wanted to do for the school musical.

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word count :: 658
tags :: open
notes :: sorry its bad, its only really long because of the lyrics[/size]

[Marni Bartuch]

.marnimichellebartuch



Now i'm of consenting age

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Short blonde hair, skinny jeans that remind a girl of fire, black and white vested shirt, and some black chucks. That is what you saw on a girl that looked identical, almost, to a girl named Mary. Marni Bartuch was almost like her sister in more ways than one. They loved dacing, they loved acting, they loved singing, and they loved going to school. The only thing is, Marni was confused as to whether she wanted to be that similar to her sister. Everyone liked her sister and everyone liked her. They were part of the same clique mainly with an exception that marni also hung with the drama geeks. Somewhere Mary, no matter how much she liked acting, would be caught dead near.

Marni was traveling about on her motorized scooter she had bought herself last month with the money she got from working. She loved the thing, it got her so many other places than just walking did. She had bought it with just a white paint job but had Mary's best friend work on it a bit becasue she loved painting. She loved the thing more after Lexi finished it because it had different colored pixie dust shapes on it with a ton of different splashes of colors too. It looked like it got eaten by a paint machine and then spat back out but she loved it.

She heard a piano playing as she made her way to the auditorium. Hearing coming from her destination she rolled her eyes. Her dearest twin had gotten there first. She walked in anyway and keeping her helmet he wore that was just black and like a motocross one she smiled as she took it off and flattened the blon hair that was sticking up.

"Hey Mary." She said as the girl she called her twin sister finsihed a song that she was always singing. Marni wasn't too into that song but she knew all the words thanks to Mary. She smiled sweetly at her sister. "Oui with the poodle already." She said. She always said something that didn't make any sense when she heard that song pretending it jumbled her brain.

Marni looked around and saw her sister at the piano like she had thought she would be. Since you can't be far away from the piano and play it too. She laughed as she walked over to the stage and sat on the edge. "Watch'ya doooin?" She asked in a little kid voice. She was the youngest of the two and loved to remind Mary of it. Thought they were only about five or six minutes apart Mary was the oldest no matter what.

[Mary Bartuch]

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Mary looked up as she heard her name spoken in a way only one person said it, her sister. She looked up to see the blonde hair and she rolled her eyes, she actually had no idea why Marni thought it would be a good idea to have her hair like that, Mary knew she would never mess with her natural brown colour, she loved it. She smiled as her sister muttered some utter rubbish, something she did after hearing that song every time. “ah si si” she said with a smile deciding that as her sister had gone a little French she would play the Spanish card.

She watched her sister move towards the piano and speak in a childish voice. She always did that just to remind Mary she was the oldest although Mary didn’t mind it at all. When asked who was the oldest Mary would always pipe up although she assumed most people had already anticipated her to be the answer. “playing and singing” she said with a smile turning around on her piano stool. She knew she was stating the obvious but that was what Mary did.

The sisters were so incredibly similar yet so different at the same time. They shared exactly the same hobbies, they both adored acting, loved to sing and could dance reasonably well. They weren’t sure where they got their talents from but they both had talent in the bucketfuls. These girls weren’t your usual high school drama kids, these girls could actually go somewhere but only if they wanted to. Mary had found hundreds of twin auditions and she knew her and Marni could get the parts easy as pie but Marni didn’t want to audition with her sister, she wanted to be her own individual, she was having an identity crisis. Mary wasn’t really sure why. It wasn’t like she was always getting compared to Mary. Even with Marni’s natural hair just from watching the twins you could tell them apart, sure their hobbies were the same but their habits and attitudes weren’t.

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word count :: 345
tags :: marni
notes :: changed the banner to a curly one![/size]

[Marni Bartuch]

.marnimichellebartuch



Now i'm of consenting age

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Marni laughed at the sad attempted a co.cky eye roll. Her sister never was one for rudeness. She looked over at her when she heard the spanish slip from her sister's mouth. She giggled. "Oh, Mary brushing up on that spanish are you?" she asked as a retorical question. She laughed a little hearing her sister answer her little question about the happenings of Mary's life.

“playing and singing” She heard the girl say and she shook her head. Coming up with a sarcastic comment was always her thing. "Oh darn it. I really beleived that you were skateboarding." She sighed a little. Getting up she stood there silently for a minute. Then stetching a little she moved her foot so it was above her head as she leaned down. Her hand touched the stage floor. spinning on her toe she stood up looking at her sister. She flattened the blonde hair that covered her head right now and smiled.

"Like?" She asked talking about the hair that she had now. She laughed and brushed her fingeres throught the blonde hair. It was her real hair. She died her hair often, cut it, curled or straightened it and many other things to it. This was a thing she loved. Something that her sister would never think of doing, which made ehr happy.

[Mary Bartuch]

banner credit to KUHKRIS!

Mary smiled as her sister picked up on the Spanish. “precisely” she said with a smile. “well maybe I was” she said with a smile. If you looked at Mary one thing you wouldn’t expect her to be was a skateboarder but truthfully Mary actually enjoyed it. She wasn’t amazing, she couldn’t do tricks or anything but she had her own skateboard and sometimes she skated around school, it was so much quicker than walking and required little effort. She watched her sister as she did a little dance move and she was surprised to see her do that, that was Mary’s move, well she thought it was. “when did you learn that” she asked. Mary stood up and did the same thing just to prove she could do it.

Mary looked up at her sisters hair at the mention of it, “well, the blondes a little shocking” she said truthfully. That was one thing about these twins, they told it as they thought it, well to each other anyway. Mary’s hair was its natural colour and today it was its natural curly self. Mary sometimes curled her hair a little bit more when it was flat but usually she let it be, she liked it as it was. Mary’s hair was simple but she got compliments for it and the little bit of curling she did on it took minimal time and effort, just the way she liked it.

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word count :: 240
tags :: marni
notes :: blah[/size]