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Post by Vanity Cruz. on Dec 9, 2007 21:03:02 GMT -5
"Ah, the coast is clear," Vanity muttered to herself, relieved that no one was near enough to see her enter the building. Dressed completely incognito, over sized sunglasses resting on her face, a scarf wrapped around her head. She'd pulled her hair into a ponytail, the scarf tying in the back. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she walked quickly towards the building, her eyes shifting nervously behind her glasses. She reached the glass double doors, and walked inside, peeking behind her once again to make sure she wasn't seen.
God, it's freezing in here, she frowned, rubbing her hand against her arm for warmth. Vanity walked to the receptionist, leaning close over the desk so no one would here her. "Appointment for, uh, Vanity Cruz," she whispered. The lady behind the counter eyed Vanity, "You don't have to whisper you know, not everyone here is mental," she said sarcastically. "Look, sign in and sit down. I'll call you when it's your turn," she said, handing Vanity a clipboard, dismissing her.
Vee took the board, quickly leaving her signature near the bottom. Wow, the list was long. Who knew so many people were crazy. Rolling her eyes at the receptionist, she walked over to a chair, taking her seat. Why are they doing this to me? I don't need a therapist! she thought angrily, shuddering at that last word. This wasn't fair. Of course she had anger problems, her mother was nut case and her step mother was a bitch. Not to mention her father did anything Liza told him to.
I need to stop thinking about this, she thought, grabbing a magazine. Checking the cover she grinned, Seventeen, sweet. Reading the magazine she forgot about where she was and why she was here. Nothing like your favorite magazine to take your mind off of things.
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Post by Rowen Ashburry on Dec 10, 2007 21:09:22 GMT -5
the simple fact of the
matter is that i don't know
i'm the girl you love to hate
and hate to love
Rowen's colorful hair crowded her face as her hands quickly pulled at the strands. Her feet stumbled upon a rock sending her to the ground with a thump.Most would assume the air was knocked out of her because of how hard she hit, but Rowen was used to this feeling."Why me!?"she complained in a scream. Quickly, she climbed off the ground as her hand reached for a silver handle that lead to the therapist's office.Slowly she opened the door in no hurry for her appointment.
Four o'clock was a time she dreaded. Another day wasted on a person who smelt like old cheese.And it wasn't that she didn't want to be here, though she didn't, it was the fact that everyday the same old question was asked.'Why do you do it?'Rowen rolled her gray-blue eyes towards the ceiling as she heard the receptionist call her name.
Slowly, Rowen's flats tapped across the linoleum floor as she made her way to the desk, quickly signing her name. Taking a moment to glance at the names, her eyes paused on one.'Vanity Cruz.'she thought to herself.'Great, a new nut case.'Gently, she turned her body so it was facing the seats. Step by step she made her way to a seat before lazily plopping herself down in one.Glancing over at the girl next to her. She smiled deviously.'So, that's the new patient."she thought to herself, not really taking any further observation.
Her head slowly turned as her eyes scanned the room for something interesting. So far, nothing.
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Post by Vanity Cruz. on Dec 11, 2007 11:34:02 GMT -5
Vanity's eyes scanned the page, her eyes flicking back and forth, reading the article. "Oh, that's cute," she muttered, referring to the chunky bracelet. Flipping the page she engrossed herself in the magazine, forgetting exactly where she was.
That is, until she felt a figure sit down beside her. A person, I can't let them know who I am, she thought, shifting over to the other side of her seat. She turned her back towards the person, still looking at the magazine. Something that's hard to do when you're wearing sunglasses, but she wasn't about to take them off for any reason.
I wonder why she's here, Vanity thought, her curious side getting the best of her. She snuck a glance at the girl, and frowned. She didn't look insane, but looks could be deceiving. She sat there, debating on whether or not she should introduce herself, choosing the latter was just too risky, she sat. Silently hoping that the girl beside her made the first move.
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Post by Rowen Ashburry on Dec 11, 2007 19:29:05 GMT -5
Bringing a chipping red-polished fingernail up to her mouth, she sucked on it gently, her odd habit.Her eyes once more traveled to the girl sitting beside her, catching the girl glancing at her. A small devious smirk appeared on Rowen's lips, as it always did when she had an idea. She didn't know exactly who this person was, but guessing by her clothing brands, she was some what rich. One thing Rowen new was fashion, even though she didn't use it much herself.
"What are you looking at?!," she asked in an angered tone to the girl who was now looking back at her magazine. Rowen never was one to be polite though she tried, it was impossible, to say the least. Her hand dropped to her lap as she stared at the girl, waiting for a reply.
Rowen wasn't to good with meeting new people since having to leave her brother. He'd been the only person to make her smile and now, he was gone.She gave a small smile to the girl, realizing what she did wasn't polite. She had to start somewhere if she wanted to stop wasting her mothers money on stupid therapist appointments that never helped. "Uhm, Sorry about that, bad day."she explained with a small shrug, turning her gaze to the secretary's desk as she leaned back in the chair.
[Sorry It is so bleh]
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Post by Vanity Cruz. on Dec 13, 2007 20:08:12 GMT -5
Tapping her fingers on the table beside her, Vanity looked awkwardly around the room. She set the magazine on the table, she'd lost her interest. I must look crazy with these glasses on. she thought, giggling at the irony. Holding in her chuckles, she pulled the glasses off, letting out a sound as rhe colors seemingly exploded around her. It was a lot more vibrant than she would've pictured it.
Hearing the girl's harsh tone, Vanity jumped. "What? I, uh, it's Seventeen," she said nervously, chewing on her bottom lip. Wringing her fingers together, she looked around the room once more, her eyes settling on a picture.
The girl beside her spoke again, more friendly this time. Vanity shrugged, giving her a small smile. "It's not problem, I understand, believe me," she muttered the last two words under her breath. Mustering up the courage, she turned back to the girl, "Uh, come here often?" she said, rolling her eyes at the lame joke.
[ It's alright, it's better than mine. It's like my brain is fried. ]
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Post by Rowen Ashburry on Dec 13, 2007 23:32:23 GMT -5
Rowen's gaze continued around the room. Rolling her eyes slightly as the girl said the name of her magazine when she asked her question. Obviously she didn't get the Rowen said that as a rude comment. Not a question. But she didn't really care all that much. She didn't need to and frankly she hoped her appointment would come soon, which was strange.
Rowen stared back at the girl a harsh laugh leaving her mouth as the girl made a joke. To Rowen it wasn't all that funny, more rude then anything but she wasn't about to be rude again. No, that'd get her further in the whole.But she couldn't exactly be nice, could she?"And why is that any of your business."she muttered underneath her breath before replying to the girl."Yeah."she said slowly, a weak smile appearing on her face."Average nut case, never going to change."she said rolling her eyes.
"What about you? Come here often. Or are you a new nuu--I mean patient?"she asked with a small chuckle, glancing down at her lap where her hands rested. She turned slightly in the chair. A little interested in making conversation. It took a nut to know a nut. And this girl didn't actually look all that bad.A small hand reaching up to place a strand of hair behind her ear as she chewed on her bottom lip gently.
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Post by Vanity Cruz. on Dec 14, 2007 0:04:54 GMT -5
Vanity raised an eyebrow at the girl's reaction," Hey! it may not be Shakespeare, but it sure helps to pass the time," she said, setting the magazine back on the table. Hm, maybe wanting to talk to her was a bad idea, Vanity began to question her curiosity. Shifting nervously in her seat, Vee looked down at her lap, when was her appointment supposed to start?
Smiling,Vanity nodded, "You don't look like a nut case to me," she said honestly. And the girl didn't, she looked like an average girl to Vanity. Well, an average girl with really cool hair. "Uh, well this is my first time here but I've been to other therapists. Actually, only one if I don't count the family shrink. When we moved here I stopped seeing one, but the bit -- I MEAN, my step mother thought it'd be good if I started seeing one here. Apparently, I'm a discipline problem," she said, using air quotations on the last two words. She's the crazy controlling broad, and I'M the one at therapy. Oh. The irony, Vanity thought bitterly, sighing.
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