Post by CHLOE GABRIELLA DAVENPORT on Dec 21, 2009 5:29:10 GMT -5
to touch the face of something real
these sewn up scars will never heal
[/color]these sewn up scars will never heal
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» Brunette hair glistened in the light as she drove out of her driveway. It was down, and straight today, and blew with the wind that whipped at her car as she sped down the curvy drive of her house. Her house was set deep within the ten acres it was set, and the drive took forever to get out of. So typically she sped out of it at around seventy to eighty, slowing at the curves. Her car was bright against the ebonite road beneath the tires of her car. Her car was a beautiful two-thousand and seven Ferrari F430 Spider. The silver edition. She had it imported, and she loved it. It could reach the best speeds, and it was extremely smooth, and she loved the purring it made when the gas pedal was pressed. The green surrounded her as she flew around her property finally reaching the big gates. Pressing the button on the gate opener she waited for it to open until she flew out and came onto the highway.
» Controlling her speed here she was good at. She was not one to get tickets. That would not be good for her, or for her rep. Even though she could pay them. And money was just what she had today. She was on her way to the Stratford Shopping Complex. There was never a time in her life when she had enough clothes, or at least something she wants from the store. Hence why she was driving to the complex. Who knows who she would run into there. But even if people did not show, she would have a good time. Shopping was not a hobby, it was a life style. But it was always more fun to shop around and spend money when you had friends with you. If you had friends, it was more fun, and entertaining. A few friends were entertaining, but it was more fun when you had a whole bunch of friends and you could group together and shop. More opinions to tell you if you should buy it or not. But also more people to have a good time with.
» The drive was quiet until she grabbed her iPod and plugged it in to the speakers she had put in her car for her iPod. Running her fingers over the silvery black video iPod finding the playlist of one of her favorite artists she pressed the play button. Nickleback started playing, and her favorite song of his Photograph started up. My goodness how she loved this song. It was so good, the lyrics and the music in general. She sang along to it as she drove down the road. The wind at her hair as she went along. Passing up a few cars as she edged the speed limit just a little bit. But that was just her way. As she drove down her phone vibrated in the seat next to her. Taking her eyes off the road for a second as she grabbed it and looked at it. Texting back quickly and before she knew it she heard honking as soon as she got her eyes back on the road she saw that she was about to bump into the car in front of her which made her nervous and she turned the wheels abruptly to the left, swerving the whole car off the road and stopping on the side of San Francisco’s famous bridge, she sat there for a minute in her car and nervously tried to start her car back again but the car refused to come back to life. Chloe cursed as she got out of her car to see what’s wrong with her car.
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tagged: Zachary Adam Blithe.
notes: Excuse me if it sucks towards the end but I didn’t know how should I make them meet! And my cousin was nagging so bleeh… It will get better.