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Post by brea310 on Jul 28, 2009 15:53:17 GMT -5
Leanna loved to read but she hated doing it when she had to. She thought it was annoying that the school made them read. She remembered AR when she was in middle school. It took away the pleasure of reading. The fact that she was graded on how well she remembered the book just pissed her off. She couldn’t explain it to someone but oh well. So here she was; in the bookstore at the mall looking for a good book to read for English. It had to be over 500 pages with a small font.
Sitting on the floor near the drama section, Lee flipped through a book called He Isn’t The One. It seemed to be a good choice. There wasn’t a specific genre the book had to be so she was pretty sure the teacher would be okay with this one. It was a typical love story gone wrong. She loved reading about drama. In real life, she absolutely hated dealing with it but in books, it was amazing. She liked that she could feel like she was there but could close the book at any moment and return to her simple and subtle lifestyle.
She stood up and walked over to the register with the book in her hand. Lee handed the cashier a 20 dollar bill and received her change. She sat down in a chair that the bookstore provided. They sure had comfy chairs...
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Post by chloe on Aug 11, 2009 19:22:59 GMT -5
I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK [/b][/size] 'CAUSE AS LONG AS IT'S ABOUT ME [/center] • • • • • Damnit! Where the hell was she? Chloe lifted her head and looked around the room. She was lying on someone’s couch. Luckily, all of her clothes were still on. She sighed heavily as she was very relieved by this fact. However, that sigh was soon followed by a groan as she was overcome with a headache. ”Damn!” she cursed under her breath as she sat up on the couch. Well, at least she could say she had survived the first hangover from the first night she had gotten drunk. That thought really didn’t help her. With a hand held to her head, Chloe looked around the room and observed where she was. Nothing was familiar, except for the smell. Underneath all the heavy scent of pot he wore, there was a faint smell of which associated with Jersey. This smell was much better than the one that was on the surface. She smiled as she was glad to have figured out this deductive reasoning, but frowned slightly. This meant she was at his place. All clothes were on, but she was still in a boy’s house. Quickly she panicked and grabbed all of her things, then ran out the door quickly.
Chloe wasn’t sure how she had managed to get to her car, but she knew she was sitting in it now, her head pounding much worse than it ever had before. She leaned back into the seat. Why the hell had she let someone talk her into doing something stupid like drinking? She wasn’t that person. Ok, it wasn’t completely his fault, but Chloe wanted to blame Jersey completely for this. Truth be told, she didn’t have to accept the cup and she didn’t have to let it meet her lips. She almost thrust her head against the steering wheel, but the thought of not only the collision with the steering deterred her. It was also the fact that she could hear the horn now. That would only be setting it off more. She had things she needed to do today. This whole hangover thing would not help it. At least she wasn’t vomiting. She lifted her shirt to make sure she hadn’t been puking. She almost did vomit from the smell. Ok, first stop home.
Chloe made it all as quick as possible, shower, hair teasing, getting dressed, brushing teeth, and heading out once more. Somewhere in there she had taken some medicine for that horrible headache she was having. She stood for a moment in the hallway and tried to focus on what she needed to do. Ok, she had to go to the bookstore for the things she would need for her first semester in college. She nodded and grabbed the list that sat on the counter, along with her purse. Then she headed out to the car where she drove all the way to Port Angeles to the mall. Growing up here was a good thing to have on her side. Had she not grown up here and known her way around, she would have caught herself in a wreck. Lucky for her, she made it to the mall in no time flat with absolutely no injuries whatsoever.
Now, Chloe found herself in the book store going over various shelves. She gave up after finding only three of the seven books she needed. She humphed and sat down in a chair where there was this other girl. She was so consumed by her headache, it took a moment to register who it was. ”Lee!” she exclaimed excitedly, but withdrew a little. Damn headache.
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