Chantal DeHaine

The Goth, The Pretty Girl and Me His hair plunged down in front of his eyes and made him seem all sorts of rugged, with a sculpted jaw and a whole load of stubble he looked like the front member of an idyllic rock band. His air gave off a pretentious this-took-me-no-time-at-all kind of look that made her appear even more uncanny. She was stunning, a perfect kind of gorgeous that no one could deny. Her hair was always pristine and her nails were always just the right length and shape. Her clothes fit her exactly and her defined physique wasn’t a rare sight. But strangely everyone thought they were the perfect pair. Although they were stereotypically chalk and cheese and it seemed like the goth had fallen for the pretty girl. Everyone knew that she was the one who worked hard for his affections not the other way around. He was so care free that no one could convince him to do anything. All he was concerned with was making sure no one ever saw inside his notebook, even th...

 So here it is, your average and generic, first post of the year! Here's to 2015 *raises glass* you did us well and got us through. Now you're a memory that has helped form us into the marvellous beings we are today; thankies! Speaks for itself - don't ya think? You've already opened the book, the one that's about 366 pages long and all you have to do now is fill it with all the amazing things that happen to you as every page is turned and every chapter unfolds; Tbh I'm not a fan of writing this post, I feel terribly cliched, so I'm just going to say  and let you get on with it :D Enjoy your New Years resolutions while they last and make 2016 an adventure if ever there was one!! Stay excellent,  - Chantal DeHaine