"Ouch God damnit! You didn't tell me it would burn," A young girl was basically dancing around the room as she rubbed her nose. "God damn drugged up sonofabitch couldn't take the time to tell me it would burn." She turned on a young girl of about 17 and glared for a minute before sitting back down and picking up what looked to be half of an ICEE straw. She looked up and grinned.
"I wanna do it again Cay!" Cay, the companion, grinned back and picked up her straw with perfectly painted blood red nails.
As you could guess the other girl was me. Ginny Weasley.
I was sitting here with my best friend who was four years older than me, snorting up cocaine. Things had most definitely changed for me. Well at least, to put it short, this wasn't the first time I'd tried drugs. Just not this particular drug as you can guess from my earlier spaz fest.
"Come on Ginny hurry up and finish your line, we need to get to work." Dropping my straw I jumped up and started pulling clothes out of the drawers frantically.
"Shit!" I wasn't really able to talk to much as I was to busy working on my clothes.
Okay black skirt, black corset, black boots, black fishnet stockings, black choker. Can you see a theme here? I was going to work at a club, Finesse to be exact. In fact the only things that weren't black were my lips and nails. Lips were blood red and my nails were, well bright green. Okay so sue me I was a semi-Goth who liked a little color!
Rubbing my nose a little I grabbed Cay's hand and dragged her out the door.
"Hunny, what the hell are you doing, we still have like five minutes to get gone!" I looked at her sheepishly and kept walking.
"Oh I get it you want to see your Irish lover boy! Ohhh Doyle! Ginny bell couldn't wait to see you!" I smacked the side of her head to snap her out of her impression of what she would do when we got to Finesse.
"Don't even think about it you bloody wanker." I had lost my accent a little and only used it when playing mad, or just being mad.
"Ouch and the accent comes out." An Irish accent interrupted our conversation. I turned around and jumped into Doyle's arms, I hadn't noticed that we had gotten to the club yet.
"Darling save it for inside," He was joking of course! Well I hope at least.
"Fine, fine," I sulked as we walked into the club. Cay and I walked behind the counter and started grinning at the male customers, getting their drinks, and just having fun!
Welcome to a day in the life of me.
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What Ginny didn't know was that awaiting her at her temporary home was a note, telling her she was coming home. Tomorrow.
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A/N So what did ya'll think? Horrible? Yeah I kinda figured. lol review please, constructive criticism welcome!