train of thought derailed, cassie

[sara hope lima]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #81BEF7 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] give me scars give me pain The alarm woke her up just in time, but too be honest it was kind of a restless night. It had been years, but it still affected her. Usually she would go and talk to Adrian about it but she had work early this morning and she decided that she'd try and get some rest and just try and push the thoughts out of her head. Today, well it wasn't a year to the date of anything or anything like that...she was just feeling down, because she wished that her mother could be here and that her father was still here. The unconditional love that a parent gave you well it was heavy in this home with her aunt, but at the same time the lingering question of what if would always be present in her mind. Groggily, she dragged her butt out of bed and she went and washed away her pretty much sleepless night away in some warm water, but also some cold water. Cold water was the trick to making her hair like not frizz. She read it somewhere and it worked for her. Her eyes were wide at the cold water falling over her...she even felt her teeth chatter. She hated doing it, but she liked her hair it was really rather a trademark. She got her beautiful locks from her mother. Stepping out of the cold and back into reality she quickly dried herself and made her way back to her room. The girl decided to dress up for work today, because well of course it was kind of a requirement! You had to look nice to work at Aeropostale. Whatever, she was just doing it because maybe if she dressed up nice no one would notice the growing bags under her eyes. A light shade of cover up and bronzer could disguise all of that though. Once she had her face on and her clothes on she towel dried her hair...which took some effort because she had a lot of hair. She really didn't like blow drying it, because of the fact that heat wasn't really all that good for your hair! She pulled it up into a tall ponytail and kind of laughed. This look was somewhat trending..she looked like she belonged in a different decade. She blew herself a kiss trying to get her spirits up by acting goofy. Glancing at the time she slid on some heels she got on sale and grabbed her phone, keys, bag, and ten dollars. She left her debit at home, because she had this thing...she needed to save it was called money. Quickly, she finished up by brushing her teeth and going to the kitchen and grabbing a water. She was careful not to stir anyone, because she wasn't sure who'd be sleeping in and what not. She locked the door behind her and she was off to the bus stop. She couldn't afford a car, because those things took a lot of maintaining. The money and costs were endless, and the thought of driving in this place made her skin crawl. She got on the right bus and took a seat staying quiet, because well she was pretty but her money supply was that of low-income, so the neighborhood she lived in wasn't exactly known for being that best? Miami was pretty but it had a lot of troubled activity, but surely a lot of big cities were like that. Before she knew it she was setting foot into the store. She was helping open this morning. Her manager complimented her on her look and she went and clocked in and put her bag, phone, keys, and other personal belongings away. She walked back in to the main part of the store and the lights blinded her. They were always so bright in this darn place it was like spotlights all about. People couldn't miss the merchandise that much was apparent. Time rolled on...and on..and she had a pretty good amount of customers today. She wasn't on register, but she was on the floor and refolding clothes. She heard her stomach rumble and glanced about hoping no one heard her hunger. "I don't think its lunch-time yet." she whispered to herself. live life till we're dead tagged laura words 722 outfit outfit notes sorry its kind of weak, but yeah(: credits irisheyes of C.20

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[cassie alessandra novarro]

you're an outlaw running from love

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width: 250px; height: 290px; padding: 0px 5px 0px 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify; color: #333; line-height: 99%; overflow: auto]Cassie had woken up with a strong sense of anger. It wasn't really unusual for her- she often felt irritated, and her short temper did nothing to help her cause. But some days were worse than others, and although the person whom her anger was directed at was halfway across the world, she couldn't stop feeling this way either. Eventually, she'd been told, it'd get better. She'd forget about her father, and his cruelty, and her mother and her weaknesses- but when was eventually? Cassie had no idea. She'd already been here for three years, and yet nothing had changed for her. At least once she would wake up and know straight away that she was going to have a bad day. Of course, it helped having her twin, Clarissa, around it wasn't always easy. Her sister seemed to deal with everything better than she did, even if that wasn't necessarily true, it was what Cassie believed. Today, she didn't really want to see anyone she knew, and didn't want to have to talk to them. But she didn't want to be holed up in her apartment all day, either. Despite the urge the blonde girl had to just stay in her bed all day, safe in the warm sanctuary of her duvet, she knew she couldn't do that. She refused to anyway- it was a sign of weakness above all else. With a slight sigh, Cassie slid herself out of her bed and stumbled over to her wardrobe with the air of a girl who wished she didn't have to move. A quick rifle through her clothes left her with an outfit, and she hurriedly dropped the pieces onto her bed, and made her way into her en suite bathroom, realising a shower would refresh her and get her more ready for the day. She washed quickly, knowing that if she didn't make an outside appearance soon, someone would come looking for her, worrying- either her sister, or one of her friends. She didn't want to deal with any of that nonsense. It didn't take her long to get ready after the rejuvenating shower, and she pulled her clothes on, slicking a tiny bit of make up on so that she wouldn't look so tired and stressed, although she couldn't do anything about the creases in her brow where she was frowning despite herself. She glared at her reflection for a moment, tugging at the ends of her hair with her brush in an almost vicious manner, before dropping the item onto the dresser table at the far end of her bedroom, and grabbing her bag. She could get food out, she decided, and she'd get a coffee on the way to wherever she was going (shopping, she decided, because shopping was always good for the soul). Checking she had everything she needed on her, she scribbled out a quick note telling her sister that she'd gone out, and not to worry, and then she left the paper on the counter top in their kitchen area of the apartment. The weather, at least, was nice, and it made her feel a little better as she stepped out into the sun. She didn't have far to walk to get to her favourite shopping area, and there were a few coffee shops along the way there. She went to the one with the shortest queue, purchasing a Mocha Latte, and then she was off again, heading down the streets towards Aeropostale. It didn't take her long to get there, and she slid in through the doors. Although she didn't have much money, she decided she could at least treat herself just this once. She was just taking a quick glance around the clothes when she heard the voice, and turned in confusion, noticing a dark haired girl folding some clothes- clearly she worked here. "Do you talk to yourself often?" she rolled her eyes. [/style]

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[sara hope lima]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #81BEF7 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] give me scars give me pain The nineteen year old, well she had her mornings where she woke upset. Where she wondered why the world cursed her with taking both parents away. Surely, people had it worse off she had a roof over her head and didn't end up in foster care but Miss Lima, well she just didn't understand the why factor? Sara was aware that people had to pass on it was how the world worked. You honestly lived, strived, and died. It was a messed up game, but she just wished they didn't have to go in that fashion. They were both lovely individuals. Glancing at the picture on the stand next to her bed she smiled. Her fingertips reached for it and quickly fumbled at the frame. She didn't have time to feel sorry for herself right now. Her job as a sales associate was calling, and wouldn't wait for her to sulk. After what was a good forty five minutes or more of getting ready she was on the bus. She felt cooped up oh so slightly on here. There were some people that didn't look all that friendly and here she was looking like a preppy doll from another era. She felt goose bumps creep up on her skin at this one guy staring at her. She wasn't stupid she knew that look. He was looking at her like she was a peice of meat. It was too early for all this honestly! She was going to invest in a bike or something. At the end of the day she knew she should save, but the bus toll added up as well. She shuttered a little bit and then was relieved when it was finally her stop! She tried not to rush off the bus, but she couldn't help herself! The work day, well it was pleasent compared to the bus ride. Customers thus far were nice and she even got to enjoy the music they played about the place. It was a mix of stuff, but she got pleasure from being able to listen and work. How many people could say that? Surely, enough, but it gave off for a fun vibe and environment. The girl well she was in a happy mood for the most part because of it! She'd much rather be shopping though. They had gotten in some cute new things! Which was part in why she was folding, because new stocked things attracted many and people ruffled through things to find their size. Suddenly, she heard a voice and it kind of stung, but Sara tried not to let it show that it got to her. She took her lip between her teeth and felt herself blush. "My apologies miss." she said glancing to the floor. "No I don't, I'm sorry, I hope I didn't disturb you." she said keeping it professional, but she honestly didn't understand why the girl was being so blantally rude. It wasn't like she was making some snarky remark about customers or anything. Sara would never! "Can I help you with anything?" she asked fodling another blouse and setting it in the proper place with the smalls. Had she not been on shift well she pry still would have apologized and felt as self-conscious as she did now. She was completely at the mercy of the customer. live life till we're dead tagged laura words 561 outfit outfit notes sorry its kind of weak, but yeah(: credits irisheyes of C.20

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[cassie alessandra novarro]

you're an outlaw running from love

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[sara hope lima]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #81BEF7 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] give me scars give me pain People had problems and her's weren't extremely uncommon. The nineteen year old was well aware she wasn't the only young lady who had parents who passed on from such magnitude and she really had it good, but the little lady was somewhat shaped by it. She couldn't help herself it'd kust become a part of her nature. It took her awhile to open up for the most part because of the fact she was afraid of losing people. People didn't always stay that was the clear message that she learned not only from the absence of her parents, but the fact that back in Brooklyn the current family she lived with left. Why? Well because of her Uncle and committing adultry. It was like bad things happened in a leaving like fashion at many times. More times then none she was nervous because of that exact reason, but mostly just quiet and alright with that. She obviously didn't mind human interactions all that much considering she worked in a clothing store where she had to come into contact people. It was actually quite rewarding from time to time, because she could make a friend out of someone in the place or just got a nice customer she didn't mind talking to. This place, her family, and other social interactions kept her somewhat strong and busy for the most part. The girl didn't always seem like she was that of a shy source, because the people that knew her the most well knew she had life and pizzazz, beyond what she normally gave off. The girl loved being able to go out with her friends and her family and being that person. Yeah, she really liked being a goof ball, and getting to know people and the fact that people didn't think she was completely off her rocker. She wasn't the type of girl that liked to coop herself up in a corner completely. Though sometimes she could paint that picture. Sometimes, she felt bad for the people that didn't quite get the shy side of her, because she was weird in her mind, but she was actually just pretty normal. Her poor cousin, well he had to live with it, but he was like an older brother and he accepted it with open arms. Surely though, she got on his nerves sometimes as well as her getting on his. The girl was sure of that much. It was pry a crazy living situation, but she did like it even if it was on poor circumstances. Sara looked at her puzzled when she said not to apologize, because hadn't she just annoyed her. She was pretty confused at the given moment, but she felt the need to say sorry for saying sorry. That was when she bit her tongue in her mouth and just listened to the blonde, because she didn't want to upset her! The question caught her off guard, because how was she supposed to answer that on shift. No, she didn't always, but then she did. If it was someone that made her upset enough to the point where she was angry or ended up crying then no she didn't apologize. It just depended on the day. She swallowed the lump in her throat and shrugged. "No, not always, miss." she replied back in a nice tone, because it was the truth. "That's the best kind of therapy." she said smiling at her now. It really was, but often times it did a rather sour justice on her wallet. "Well, we have some new tops and we're having a sale on some of our summer dresses." she offered up with a shrug hoping that would help her out a bit, maybe she'd find something with the slight suggestion. live life till we're dead tagged laura words 630 outfit outfit notes sorry its kind of weak, but yeah(: credits irisheyes of C.20

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