Post by IWS Admin on Sept 18, 2006 20:58:34 GMT -5
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Everyone knows that when you live in a small town... well, everyone knows. Everything, that is. You can barely look at someone without someone else seeing, so trying to hide anything incredibly dramatic is statistically impossible. The rumor mill runs twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, fifty-two weeks a year with no breaks... ever.
Welcome to Cheyenne County, Georgia. This quaint, seaside town on the Atlantic Coast is nothing short of the cliché small town... except different. Life is liesurely, the pace isn't as fast as in the big cities, and... well, there is no privacy whatsoever. If you go through a breakup in the morning, you're guaranteed to have at least three-quarters or the people you run into that day giving their condolences. Some of the older town residents even joke that not even mothers are the first ones to know they're pregnant-- word travels that fast. And when you grow up in a place where your secrets aren't secrets anymore, you can swing one of two ways. Way number one? You don't care anymore. If you're going to party, you party. If you're going to drink, you do it like the fish. And if you're going to sleep around, you do it in the dressing room of one of the only three shops in town. You become blatantly obvious about everything you do, because you've lost the ability to care what anyone thinks anymore.
The second way? Well, you silently rebel. The thought of everyone knowing everything you do just annoys you to no end. Those kids are the ones that mommy and daddy still think are their little angels, but they're almost living double lives. The thrill of doing what they want to do while upholding an image-- it's become fun. But whichever way the younger generation decides to follow, it's creating absolute havoc in the town. The well-rounded, Southern socialites either can't stand or don't know what their children are up to, while the even older residents are in an uproar over the reckless youth. But what the "adults" fail to see is that this isn't just regular teen drama-- oh no, that would be much to simple. This is their lives: deep, exposed, and honest.
Come and join the kids of Cheyenne County, and try not to get tangled in the webs woven throughout the town. There's sex, drugs, parties-- lying, cheating stealing-- love and loss, tears and laughter-- it's all here. We all know what it's like to survive these years, so come and show how far, deep down, our "petty" teen dramas really delve.
oh, well imagine; as i'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,
and i can't help but to hear, no i can't help but to hear an exchanging of words
and i can't help but to hear, no i can't help but to hear an exchanging of words
Everyone knows that when you live in a small town... well, everyone knows. Everything, that is. You can barely look at someone without someone else seeing, so trying to hide anything incredibly dramatic is statistically impossible. The rumor mill runs twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, fifty-two weeks a year with no breaks... ever.
i'd chime in with a "haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?"
no, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality
[/SIZE]no, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality
Welcome to Cheyenne County, Georgia. This quaint, seaside town on the Atlantic Coast is nothing short of the cliché small town... except different. Life is liesurely, the pace isn't as fast as in the big cities, and... well, there is no privacy whatsoever. If you go through a breakup in the morning, you're guaranteed to have at least three-quarters or the people you run into that day giving their condolences. Some of the older town residents even joke that not even mothers are the first ones to know they're pregnant-- word travels that fast. And when you grow up in a place where your secrets aren't secrets anymore, you can swing one of two ways. Way number one? You don't care anymore. If you're going to party, you party. If you're going to drink, you do it like the fish. And if you're going to sleep around, you do it in the dressing room of one of the only three shops in town. You become blatantly obvious about everything you do, because you've lost the ability to care what anyone thinks anymore.
i'd chime in with a "haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?"
no, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality
[/SIZE]no, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality
The second way? Well, you silently rebel. The thought of everyone knowing everything you do just annoys you to no end. Those kids are the ones that mommy and daddy still think are their little angels, but they're almost living double lives. The thrill of doing what they want to do while upholding an image-- it's become fun. But whichever way the younger generation decides to follow, it's creating absolute havoc in the town. The well-rounded, Southern socialites either can't stand or don't know what their children are up to, while the even older residents are in an uproar over the reckless youth. But what the "adults" fail to see is that this isn't just regular teen drama-- oh no, that would be much to simple. This is their lives: deep, exposed, and honest.
oh, well imagine; as i'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,
and i can't help but to hear, no i can't help but to hear an exchanging of words
and i can't help but to hear, no i can't help but to hear an exchanging of words
Come and join the kids of Cheyenne County, and try not to get tangled in the webs woven throughout the town. There's sex, drugs, parties-- lying, cheating stealing-- love and loss, tears and laughter-- it's all here. We all know what it's like to survive these years, so come and show how far, deep down, our "petty" teen dramas really delve.
