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Post by deserea on Jun 2, 2009 22:06:56 GMT -5
♥  ♥  ♥  ♥ Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music too me Deserea was in the library studying her brains out, it was her off hour, but it wasn’t time for her to go home just yet. She had to finish off a report at the moment anyhow. It was done but at the same time it still needed proof reading and things like that. Her red hair was up in a pony tail, it was a good way to keep it up and out of the way. Not to mention that it made her less noticeable during the day, she was always trying to blend in make it seem like she was that perfect girl who had just had a loser boyfriend. That was what she told people when they asked who her son’s father was. She didn’t want people to know that her son was really the result of having sex with some random rich old dude who paid for her education because of it, that just sounded wrong, and down right perverted. She was very quiet in the library at the moment though. She usually was when she was in the library. She was working hard on the report until she had it near perfect. Heck, it probably was perfect but what could she do about it aside from try and make it better she was a little ocd when it came to things like that for her education. Anything that would make her son, Riley’s life better. Anything and she knew it too she’d kill for that kid, and she’d die for her son if she had to in order for him to be protected and loved.
She had a picture of her son on the background screen of her Macintosh Apple Lap Top that was like most apple laptops on the inside with the white keys and black letters or it would have been if she hadn’t been bored one day while pregnant. She’d gotten letter stickers for her laptop and put dark blue, light blue, grey, and black stickers over the keys to match the top of her lap top which was a dark blue, light blue, grey, and black checker pattern in a diamond shapes. She loved her laptop, it was good for her to have and her son liked to play on it too occasionally, of course not with out her supervision. Riley wasn’t allowed on the computer without supervision, and the baby sitter that she hired for Riley wasn’t allowed on it period. The end of story right there she had had a person that was baby sitting Riley who hadn’t even watched him, she’d been sitting at the computer while Riley had throw up all over his shirt and on his bed. That ended that baby sitter of course, she wasn’t going to have someone who wasn’t going to take care of her son.
Deserea looked down at the computer screen again, but rather than going back to her report, she pulled up a new word processing window. She pulled it up so she could write a letter to her parents, she always seemed to do this, she’d start a letter get halfway through it and delete it. It has been over four years without contacting them, she hasn’t seen them nor spoke to them since she had learned that her brother was getting her college money and her running away. She was sure by now they thought she was dead or something like that. She was pretty sure the way things were going for her she was pretty much written off of as dead to her family. Deserea knew that she’d overreacted when her parents told her she had no money to go to college. She wasn’t usually that irrational when it came to things but what else could she do.
She started her letter how she usually did, with the words, Dear mom and dad, sure not too out there, but some how too formal and things. She was trying to figure out how to tell them that she was alive that she was safe, that she had had their first grandbaby, Riley, her three year old son, a pretty little blond headed child, she wasn’t sure how she was going to be able to tell them that though. She wasn’t married she was on her own, she was a stripper in some random club in London, England. She was sitting there and typing this letter which as soon at it was done she deleted it again. She had the feeling that she should call her parents, but that didn’t feel right either.
She went over to a shelf and found a book, Go ask Alice by anonymous, to read, sure it wasn’t about what her paper was about, but she wanted to have something to read. Something for her not for her baby boy who she did love, but occasionally she needed something to read for herself like all people they need something for themselves not just everyone else. She sighed and wiped her hand on her blue jeans for about the fourth time that day. She looked down at her faded jeans that had come that way but washing them in the washing machine didn’t help them any either. She looked up at her computer screen again it needed to be charged, she reached into her oversized, Piper and Blue bag for the power cord to her computer. She plugged it in and then grabbed her ipod out of her bag so she could listen to music. She shut her eyes and looked at her computer she then looked at the book again. She leaned back in her chair and let herself get stretched out in the chair. She was getting stiff from sitting for so long.
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Post by steph on Jun 4, 2009 23:27:55 GMT -5
 THE LIBRARY WAS probably the last place anyone could ever find Zuleika. Maybe that was why she was here - she did not want to be found. Peace, quiet, and tranquility were three words that did not seem to fit with this gal's personality. She was a dare-devil at heart so a library was suppose to be torture right? Yep. You're right. It is and most likely forever will be. Her heels were muted on the carpeted floor as she walked, one long smooth, tanned leg in front of the other into the library. She had her lap top in hand and a coffee coolata, the biggest one she could buy, from Dunkin Donuts, since she needed some form of caffeine in her body to stay awake while writting her paper. She only needed two more pages- it was not that big of a deal.
This was what she got for picking such a hard major. Anthropology? What was she thinking?! Regardless, she knew she picked it since she was very observant and studying people themselves, their lifestyles, their cultures, beliefs, and other compartments of civilization seemed like something she would be good at. At least she was right on that one.
She ran her slender, maroon colored fingers through her thick hair. Ugh. She would much rather be at the beach or off by a light house since the weather had been pretty crappy lately and the ocean waves would be crashing against it. Anyways, she wasn't dressed for such occassions. She walked, took a bus, the subway, or a taxi everywhere she went: public transportation. She couldn't really get a car, considering she currently didn't have enough money for one. She worked as a bartender/hostess at a fancy club uptown and though the pay would be amazing for any other student dorming, she had her own apartment since she was, also, paying the every single penny of her education-which left the gal in a huge debt. Surprisingly enough, though, she was writing an essay for a scholarship. The people offering her the scholarship worked in a museum in New York City and they wanted more people from abroad who had a masters in anthropology...
Luckily Zuleika knew the person's best friend who was the wife of a man she helped save from the clutches of her general, -army-crazed father when the soldiers were still in Iraq. It sounded like a soap opera, but it was all very very true and Zuleika was glad she at least impacted someone's life.
The twenty year old wore some shorts, pumps, a top, and her oversized bag held her laptop. She went over to any table, the closest one having another fellow brunette sitting there and she put her stuff down, icy blue eyes many claimed looked like glass, glanced up to see the person and noticed the book she was reading. She smiled, "Good book," she chuckled, her voice barely above a whisper as she sat down and crossed one leg over the other.
Zuleika wasn't one to read too much, but she once wrote a paper on Go Ask Alice because she had to help analyze certain groups of teenagers in modern day society and how the media influences them. That book was one of the many that she used. Another was called Dangerous Angels and I was a Teenage Fairy. All fo them helped her get a perfect scroe on her paper.
As she took out her laptop, she reached out a hand to introduce herself since speaking and not doing so would be rude, right? "I'm Zuleika, by the way," her pearly whites visible as she smiled between her rose-colored lips. Her lap top was one of those new, tiny, Apple computers that were about half the size of regular laptops. It was covered in bumper stickers, band stickers, or just random photos like the ones you take in photobooths. The pictures were of her and Ford, the majority of them at least, being silly and acting as if they were inseperable. Truth be told, the best friends really were inseperable...
And the gal across from her seemed nice, but she knew better than to judge a book by its cover. She made that mistake once and now she knew never to do it again.  |
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Post by deserea on Jun 5, 2009 22:58:14 GMT -5
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music too meShe looked up when someone started talking about her, it had almost startled her. The happy go lucky girl needed a break from her life for two seconds needed to see that she had that moment to be a normal twenty one year old girl without the responsibilities of being a mom, not that she didn’t like being a mom, to be totally honest she loved being a mom. She just sometimes wanted a two minute break to be like every other girl her age who’s first worry was who she was going to hook up with that night. She knew that she was a mom though and that was her first responsibility. She was the person who was always working to make things better for her son. She remembered the first time he’d ever gotten sick, how badly she freaked out. She was talking him to the hospital for every little sniffle before he got vaccines. She had noticed a few things that really scared her like the day that he had had a seizure. The hospital neurologist had said it was a fever seizure and it shouldn’t happen again.
She had been so scared though when she had seen him laying on the floor convulsing and twitching. She had picked him up afterwards and took him to the doctor. She looked at the icy blue eyed girl who was sitting in front of her. She was still worrying about her son, Riley. She took a moment to admire the pretty girl in front of her. God, she wished she looked remotely like this girl she could rack in more tips if she looked like her. She didn’t know what else to think about it.
“Yeah it is a pretty good book” said Deserea
Deserea looked at her computer as a message popped up on it, it was one of her friends for a single mothers going to school group that she’d found on the web. Deserea quickly answered it and then turned her attention back to the girl in front of her. She looked at the girl and then smiled at her.
“I’m Deserea” said Deserea
Deserea shook the girls hand with one hand as she leaned down to get her planner to see what else she had going on that week. She put the planner on the table it was decorated with pictures of her and her son. She couldn’t help but admire them for a minute. Pictures that had her friends from a group for single parents, some with a single father and a quite a few with other single mothers. She loved the pictures though. They were all good memories for him. She knew that she loved her son, but she didn’t love his father. She actually kind of hated Riley’s father. She couldn’t help it the guy wasn’t going to be part of his life ever. She wouldn’t allow it, she didn’t dare let the hospital take a paternity test. She knew who her son’s dad was and that was that. She didn’t want any other reminders of that man. She knew she should have given her son up for adoption but she couldn’t do it. She was all set to sign him over before he was borne and then they put him in her arms and she fell in love. She found that person who loved her without any strings attached.
Deserea looked at the girl in front of her was obviously pretty, but who knew if the girl actually would like her. Deserea was so sick of the half friendly smiles, the people that pretended it was just fine that she had a child. But she saw behind the fake smiles and the kind looks and saw that they were like oh my god this girl has a baby and she's single. So what she was a single mother, jesus who cared anymore. Ok she got it she was a mother.
Lyrics: Set the fire to the third bar by Snow patrol
Picture: Click
Words: 655
Status: Complete
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Post by steph on Jun 7, 2009 0:51:00 GMT -5
THE BRUNETTE ACROSS from her seemed to hold herself up pretty well; almost as if she were a lot more mature than the average college student; more responsible. Not that Zuleika wasn't responsible, it was just that... Okay the girl looked and seemed down right smart. She was also pretty. Zuleika tended to like people with darker eyes. Maybe it was because she didn't have dark eyes, her's were bright and icy and sometimes made her come off as a complete ice queen when she was really the warmest person anyone could ever meet. |
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