Ok here it comes.Flames will be used to toast marshmallows!=)
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A Day in the Life
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The day of work have ended.At least she could be thankful for that.She worked in a coffee bar where there was no end to the mixed smells of tobacco and strong coffee which turned her stomach.Although,it wasn't the smell which made her job so tedious,it was the many middle aged men making passes at her,and the younger of the sex calling her a freak or weirdo.All this because she chose not to look like the many fashion sheep that you see walk the streets every second of every day.
She had the heaviest boots that money could buy,leather of course,with metal hooks and bars covering it,her baggy jeans were torn and covered in patches of bands that she could at least tolerate.She wore a sleeveless black top without a hint of a logo.On her face was white make up,which had been worn for so long that she wondered if people remembered what the skin underneath was like and her almost black eyes blended with the mascara and eyeliner,if she cried she was almost certain that she would be blinded.As for the hair which was once prized for it's length and raven black sheen,it now hung in bedraggled pigtails with small plaits and purple streaks throughout.However,it did take her some time to appear this way.
On a typical Friday night like this all she really wanted to do was go to the Club,get steaming drunk,dance and moan about her horrible job,and her horrible life and mock the customers at the coffee house.For now she would have to settle for less.She could go to the club and dance in a drunken state with all the other drunken buffoons who had as bad a job as she,but all of her friend were enjoying a university education which may actually get them somewhere and would be exhausted and in bed by now.Not that she didn't have the brains and grades to go,it just wasn't the route she wanted to take.She regretted it now..
Of course things would be different if her parents were still about.For one her mother would attack her viciously if she saw the manner in which she dressed,and for another she would have been made to go to Uni.She wouldn't live in a dump of a boarding house with a bunch of misfits and old people.It wasn't too bad though...she paid the rent and got the food included,leaving her to build on her image.She was so angry at her life,she spent most of her life attempting escape for her mum,dad and younger brothers and now she wanted them back-to be near them.
She wondered the almost deserted street,looking for a bus to her place of booze.It seemed to come to her on command and soon she was on her way.As she reached her destination she noticed that it was an hours wait,not that it concerned her,she had nowhere to be.
A while later she found herself dancing like a crazy fool without so much as a little alcohol.Finding this disturbing she made her way to the bar where she quickly sat herself down and began to order.After a while,and a few drinks,a teenage boy who dressed in the same manner as herself, chanced asking her to dance with him to the loud obnoxious music.She did,it didn't matter to her.She wouldn't even remember the rest of the night when she awoke.
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This is just a bit of background data,leading into the next chapter.Hence the reason it's so short.Dun worry,I won't stop typing today 'til the next chapter goes somewhere.
The Fudge
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A Day in the Life
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The day of work have ended.At least she could be thankful for that.She worked in a coffee bar where there was no end to the mixed smells of tobacco and strong coffee which turned her stomach.Although,it wasn't the smell which made her job so tedious,it was the many middle aged men making passes at her,and the younger of the sex calling her a freak or weirdo.All this because she chose not to look like the many fashion sheep that you see walk the streets every second of every day.
She had the heaviest boots that money could buy,leather of course,with metal hooks and bars covering it,her baggy jeans were torn and covered in patches of bands that she could at least tolerate.She wore a sleeveless black top without a hint of a logo.On her face was white make up,which had been worn for so long that she wondered if people remembered what the skin underneath was like and her almost black eyes blended with the mascara and eyeliner,if she cried she was almost certain that she would be blinded.As for the hair which was once prized for it's length and raven black sheen,it now hung in bedraggled pigtails with small plaits and purple streaks throughout.However,it did take her some time to appear this way.
On a typical Friday night like this all she really wanted to do was go to the Club,get steaming drunk,dance and moan about her horrible job,and her horrible life and mock the customers at the coffee house.For now she would have to settle for less.She could go to the club and dance in a drunken state with all the other drunken buffoons who had as bad a job as she,but all of her friend were enjoying a university education which may actually get them somewhere and would be exhausted and in bed by now.Not that she didn't have the brains and grades to go,it just wasn't the route she wanted to take.She regretted it now..
Of course things would be different if her parents were still about.For one her mother would attack her viciously if she saw the manner in which she dressed,and for another she would have been made to go to Uni.She wouldn't live in a dump of a boarding house with a bunch of misfits and old people.It wasn't too bad though...she paid the rent and got the food included,leaving her to build on her image.She was so angry at her life,she spent most of her life attempting escape for her mum,dad and younger brothers and now she wanted them back-to be near them.
She wondered the almost deserted street,looking for a bus to her place of booze.It seemed to come to her on command and soon she was on her way.As she reached her destination she noticed that it was an hours wait,not that it concerned her,she had nowhere to be.
A while later she found herself dancing like a crazy fool without so much as a little alcohol.Finding this disturbing she made her way to the bar where she quickly sat herself down and began to order.After a while,and a few drinks,a teenage boy who dressed in the same manner as herself, chanced asking her to dance with him to the loud obnoxious music.She did,it didn't matter to her.She wouldn't even remember the rest of the night when she awoke.
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This is just a bit of background data,leading into the next chapter.Hence the reason it's so short.Dun worry,I won't stop typing today 'til the next chapter goes somewhere.
The Fudge