Post by monroe gilliard law on May 28, 2009 20:12:09 GMT -5
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I KNOW YOUR TYPE, BOY YOU'RE DANGEROUS, YEAH
you're that guy that i'd be stupid to trust. but just one night couldn't be so
WRONG. YOU MAKE ME WANT TO LOSE CONTROL.[/color][/font]
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monroe was walking down the streets. the busy cars bassed her noisily, spitting gas and other toxic pollution intoxicated the clear and beautiful air. as miss law walked she coughed constantly. was she possibly allergic to pollution? if so, she would never make it to starbucks, she'd die on the way. yeah, monroe was just that simple. she had starbucks about once a year on a bad day, and had dairy queen every other day. she didn't think of herself as special, but, her camera, wow... that what special. it hung around her neck, making her look like a cheap, country tourist. but, she didn't mind, when she had her own photography business in 8 years, no one would think of her as the country tourist. she pulled it from her neck to take a picture of an angry taxi man swerve the corner, a gothic girl standing near the corners dress flew up, making her hold her hands down to her thighs, giving the picture a marilyn monroe stance. monroe gave a smile, this would be her modern marilyn picture. this was the type of interest in the messages she liked to have in most of her pictures, that was what made them so unique from the other students at media arts. all because she had to have a message of some sort in all of her pictures.
you may be asking, why was it a bad day? because, as i stated earlier, she had been on her way to starbucks because it was a bad day. well, almost everyday was a bad day anymore. monroe covered up her hurt with a smile, but secretly, more and more, everyday, she was kicking herself for being with mr. scott. there was almost no use anymore because she had been kicking herself ever since she had gotten with him. she couldn't stop loving him, she could't leave him, it would hurt too much, but she knew it was best, he cheated on her constantly, and really only had her to keep his feet on solid ground, and show her off as a trophy gal. but secretly, everyone could tell he'd rather that be Ms. Flecher. it hurt, really, to think she could be replaced in a snap of his fingers, but, she tried to forget about it. today had been exceptionally hurtful when Ms. Law had called, and another girl had answered. having the lack of backbone she did, she had told the girl to tell mr. scott his girlfriend had called. the girl hung up the phone.
as Ms. Law finally reached the Starbucks, near a large parking lot on the corner she reached down to take her camera off its neck-chain. as she groped around her neck for the camera-chain, she felt no chain. starting to freak out, she looked down to realize her camera was no longer around her neck. giving a choked breath, she turned around, searching the sidewalk behind her for any sign of her camera. had it been stolen? it was a pretty professional camera. if it had, Ms. Law would have to immediatly call the police, it was a professional, carriable camera, which barely existed anymore considering most were set on permanent tripods, or too heavy to carry round. running back down the sidewalk, Ms. Law searched for the silver object that held the key to her heart.
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