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Post by Desiree Nev Hills on Aug 21, 2007 20:03:34 GMT -5
Desiree walked through the door into Starbucks. She'd never been to Starbucks. They didn't have them in Spain. Wow. She really missed Spain too. It was so beautiful there. The door had a little bell when you walked in. Ugh. Dez hated those things. They were horrible. Then everyone knew someone was walking in and you can see eyes on you. Deep chocolate eyes glanced for the shortest line. When she saw it, she got behind the man in front of her. He definately didn't go to the school. He looked OLD. So far she hadn't met anybody here. She doubted anybody would talk to her. I mean, she was the new kid. Who talks to the new kid?
Her deep purple tank top brought out the brunette in her hair. It's waves cascaded down her neck, reaching just above the curve in the backbone. Her hair was one of her prized possessions. Dez was a bombshell, but didn't let that get to her head. She added to her height with her black stilleto heels. They only made her 3 inches taller. Not really that tall. Her eyes were outlined with the blackest of black eyeliner. That was the only make up she wore. Sometimes mascara, but not today. Her dark wash jeans made her butt look smaller. She glanced around for someone to talk to while she waited.
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Post by Harley Parsons on Aug 21, 2007 20:12:14 GMT -5
Harley walked out of a nearby store with nothing in her hands. She was rather good at window shopping- but even if she wanted something, she only had $40 on her. Yawning, and glancing up into the morning sky she took a left and crossed the drivethrough for Starbucks. Her mouth convinced her to go in and order something. Although she wasn't a big coffee drinker, she had been thinking about stopping in to see if the reviews this place got were actually true.
Pushing open the door, she jumped at the sound of the entrance bell. Shrugging, she got in line behind Dez- who seemed somehow looked familiar. She pulled on her white graphic tee, that said "Take a picture, it last's longer". One of her older shirts, but hey, if it goes, wear it. Her dark Flirt brand Old Navy jeans were a size too big, so she kept having to pull them up. Oh well, it was her fault. Today she had some brown eyeliner, and barely any lipgloss on. She stood in line and tried to figure who the mistery person infront of her was. [/size]
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Post by Desiree Nev Hills on Aug 21, 2007 20:21:05 GMT -5
Desiree had been wondering what to order when she heard the bell ring. Ugh. That was going to get so annoying. She wondered if this coffee was any good. Everyone seemed to think so. Well, there's a first try for everything. She glanced to see who had come in. Maybe it would be somebody she would eventually get to know from school. Hmmm. She seemed really pretty. Dez laughed at the shirt. It was something she would probably buy, given the chance she would see it in a store. Who was tis girl?
The line moved up. It seemed to be taking so slow. Just for a cup of coffee? It didn't seem worth it, but there was nothing else to do really. Dez was still kind of new. She'd been here like two weeks, but still lost here. It was something she wouldn't usually do, but this girl seemed familiar. Maybe Dez had just seen her around town. Hi. Do I know you from somewhere? she asked the girl.
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Post by Harley Parsons on Aug 21, 2007 20:30:33 GMT -5
After looking over the menu, Harley decided on ordering a creme frap. She was startled when a girl's voice broke into her thoughts. "I think so- you look kind of familiar." she replied, taking five dollars out of her jean pocket. Only the girl and one other man was infront of her now. Harley turned back to the girl. Harley admired the girl's hair, looking a lot neater than her brown mess. She pushed her hair with her hand.
"I'm Harley Parsons. You go to MHBS? I do." she added, with a smile.
[short post.. sorry.] [/size]
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Post by Desiree Nev Hills on Aug 21, 2007 20:38:11 GMT -5
She took her money out of her pocket. When the man left, she ordered an iced cappoccino. While waiting for it, she glanced back at the other girl. Yeah. I just started there. she said smiling. Do you? her chocolate eyes looked around. Thanks she said when she got her drink. Dez decided to wait for the other girl. Im Desiree Hills by the way. She put one hand into her back pocket and waited. [thats ok. mine's short too. im getting tired]
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Post by Harley Parsons on Aug 21, 2007 20:49:23 GMT -5
After thanking the cashier for her drink, she jogged next to Desiree. "Really? I've gone since freshman year." Harley replied, sipping her frap. She tried to ignore the song that had got itself stuck into her head, "Time After Time", the remake by Quietdrive. She hummed it for a bit, then did away with it.
"Nice to meet you, Desiree." she added, nodding. She debated whether to shake the girl's hand or not, so she concluded not to. "So, where are you from?" trying to make conversation.
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Post by Desiree Nev Hills on Aug 21, 2007 20:58:01 GMT -5
She slowly walked, sipping her drink. It was pretty good. Surprisingly good actually. It didn't really taste like coffee. I'm from Spain. We just got unpacked and got everything in it's place. she smiled again, showing off her pearly white teeth. What about you? Have you lived in Salem all your life? It was a weird place to live. It had all these strange stories surrounding witches. It kind of set Dez off a little bit.
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Post by Harley Parsons on Aug 21, 2007 21:10:56 GMT -5
"Oh, that's awesome. I'm not from anywhere exotic- originally from San Fransisco, Cali." Harley replied. "Moved to New York when I was about six, then to Rhode Island when I was about ten. But my parents got divorced, and then I moved here by myself." she added, sipping a little more. She was nearly going to tell the girl her whole past, but stopped herself.
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Post by Desiree Nev Hills on Aug 21, 2007 21:18:13 GMT -5
She listened to the girl talk. Dez wasn't really a talker, she usually listented to other people's problems. Don't know why though. My parents are divorced to. I don't have any contact with my mom anymore. Truthfully, she didn't want to know her mom anymore. She could remember all the stuff her mom had did, and the scar on the back of her neck didn't help at all either. Why are you here by yourself? You don't need to tell me if you don't want to. Dez asked, not expecting an answer.
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Post by Harley Parsons on Aug 21, 2007 21:26:51 GMT -5
Harley's very open about talking about her past,so the question Dez asked her didn't register as an offence. "Me either, not that I want to contact my mom. Actually, I geuss if I wanted to, I could.." she said, pushing open the door to Starbucks, and walking down the path net to Dez. This girl was really pretty interesting to talk to.
"It is a boarding school, isn't it?" she joked, "My mother is in prison back in RI, and my father and step-mother have good jobs in RI too. And my older brother is in college. That leaves me." she added.
[actually, I have two.] [/size]
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Post by Desiree Nev Hills on Aug 21, 2007 21:30:40 GMT -5
Again, all Dez did was listen. This girl had quite an interesting story. In jail eh? Wow. My mom simply divorced my dad, and didn't fight for me. She abused my dad. Dez remembered all the fighting, yelling, and the throwing of glass. She herself had been caught in the line of fire once, but that was all behind her now. She didn't care. I don't really want any contact with my mother. I'm quite content with my father, and obviously she didn't want me. Why would Dez go looking for a mother who was so cruel and didn't even want her own daughter? Desiree couldn't quite comprehend it. She had thought of it a lot.
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Post by Harley Parsons on Aug 21, 2007 21:39:44 GMT -5
Nodding, Harley gulped more of her coffee. "Seriously? I'd fight for my kid." she added, sympathetically. She wasn't sure if Dez liked to be sympathized, because Harley herself definatly did not. "My mother had been having affairs since before I was born. She's your regular barroom slut." she started, "But she ended up pregnant, and once my dad found out it wasn't his, he divorced. My mom oddly got custody of me and my brother," taking a breath, she stopped for a second. She left out the part about the abuse. "She cared for the baby and pretty much neglected me and Brandon, my brother. Once child services caught on, we were with our father again.". She felt like she had talked too much, and blushed a little bit, then laughed.
"I don't really want to contact my mother, either. I loved being with my daddy." she said, trying not to get all talkitive again.
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Post by Desiree Nev Hills on Aug 21, 2007 21:46:31 GMT -5
I love my dad. He's my everything. Considereing all he's been through, I'm surprised that he isn't a druggie or alcoholic. She was proud of that too. Many guys would break under the pressure of being abused, but not her father. Dez glanced around, not knowing where she was anymore. Uh oh. She had walked here because she didn't have a car, and her dad was out somewhere. Taking pictures. Umm. do you know where we are? She asked, looking for something familiar.
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Post by Harley Parsons on Aug 21, 2007 22:00:00 GMT -5
Harley nodded, and thought about her own father. He was probably taking care of her new baby brother, whom she was thinking it was about time to go see. He wasn't a baby anymore, though, but two years old. "Of course I do," Harley laughed, they turned a corner and appeared the bus stop that would take them back to the campus grounds if they wished to go. Harley checked her watch. 10:00AM. "You must be really new around here." she joked. [/center]
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Post by Desiree Nev Hills on Aug 22, 2007 7:40:31 GMT -5
Yeah. I've never been over here. she glanced around, wondering what her father was taking pictures of. He was really good. A professonial. Dez always thought that he could get any job he wanted. She fixted the strap of her tank top and pulled up her jeans. Stilletos clicked on the pavement. A slight breeze lfted up her hair. Ugh. She wanted a new colour. She was so SICK of being brunette. What she really needed were some streaks to shake it up.
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