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Post by Lacey Chandler on Aug 15, 2008 0:53:22 GMT -5
  Lacey had a very, very bad habit, when she was upset she developed ongoing eating issues. She'd either eat and eat until she was stuffed, then she'd feel so disgusting she'd ended up on her knees in the bathroom ridding herself of everything she just ate, or, she just didn't eat at all. No one noticed, no one cared enough to notice. Her parents were wrapped up in their worlds, sure her dad always kind of liked her more than Miranda, Liam and Bianca, but that wasn't saying much, and her mom, her mom wouldn't notice a problem with her kids if it did a bollywood dance on her designboard.
Today Lacey was going for the former choice, having just eaten a cheeseburger, fries, a large shake and a piece of pie. She went straight to the bathroom and threw it all back up. It was a waste of money, and really not good for her, but damn it, she was upset and there was nothing else she could think of to make herself feel better. Turns out mixing Guilt with self-hatred only made things worse. Lacey groaned and went back to the table, ordering a water and just waiting for something to appear and kill her. |
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Post by ``Bridget Hampton on Aug 15, 2008 1:07:55 GMT -5
Bridget walked into her parents' diner's bathroom. She sat down on one of the porcelian skinks, and dug around in her black leather purse until she found what she wanted. Pulling out a cigarette, she lit up. She usually never smoked, only when she was stressed. But lately, she felt like something was lacking in her life, so she took up smoking.
She watched in sick fascination as small clouds of smoked formed around her. She knew it was something bad for her health and whatnot, but she didn't care. It was either this or taking up crack cocaine. After she finished the cigarette, she got out another, and a box of tick tacks. She hated the taste it left behnd in her mouth.
Suddenly she noticed there was someone in the stalls, and hoped it wasn't her mom.
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Post by Lacey Chandler on Aug 15, 2008 1:14:47 GMT -5
Lacey got up off the floor, grateful that her aunt and uncle kept the place clean, and by that she meant made sure others kept it clean. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and opened the stall door. She froze when she saw Bridget standing there, smoking. Okay, so if Bridget had heard anything she couldn't tell anyone, or Lacey could nark about the smoking thing, she was sure her aunt and uncle didn't know.
She cleared her throat and walked to the sink, slowly washing her hands. She always washed her hands before pulling out the travel toothpaste and toothbrush from her purse to get rid of the nasty barf taste. She squeezed a bit out and looked at her cousin. "Bridget." She nodded once, before going about brushing her teeth, as if she hadn't just caught her smoking, and possibly been caught throwing up. Granted she could claim the flu if asked about it... |
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Post by ``Bridget Hampton on Aug 15, 2008 1:25:59 GMT -5
"Lacey." Bridget replied, eyeing her cousin wairly. After Lacey pulled out the toothbrush, Bridget knew exactly what she was doing. Bridget knew that she herself had been caught, so she said "None of this leaves this room." She didn't want people to know about her habits, and she was going to keep it private.
Bridget finished her second cigarette, and tossed it haphazardly into the trash can. She grabbed a handful of tiick tacks, and shoved them into her mouth. Digging around in her purse, she looked for her gum. Finding it under a tin box or chocolate she'd had in there since last December. Opening the chocolate, she took a whiff. She started coughing. She didn't even want to know what had happened to it.
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Post by Lacey Chandler on Aug 15, 2008 1:33:42 GMT -5
She nodded and spit out the toothpaste. "No problem." she agreed. She knew every girl deserved her secrets, she herself had more secrets than a CIA filing cabinet, sleeping with her sister's boyfriend, doing pot, sleeping with a jerk she had known for all of twenty minutes maybe, then there was this... You are royally f.ucked up. she informed herself, as if she didn't know.
"If you don't mind me asking, why... and when... did you start smoking?" She asked, pulling out her lipgloss, she unscrewed the lid and applied she shiny, sheer gloss over her soft pink lips. She glanced over at Bridget and made a face, eyeing the chocolates in her hand. Nasty. |
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Post by ``Bridget Hampton on Aug 15, 2008 1:40:54 GMT -5
"Because my life is screwy and it was either this or crack cocaine," Bridget said checking her breath. Minty. "And since you asked me a question," Bridget smirked, "I'm going to ask you one. Why did you hook up with Zaide? He tried to friggin rape me or something in the bookstore," Bridget said, turning to Lacey.
She didn't know how Lacey would react. She didn't even know if Lacey knew it was a public thing. But hey, in a small town like this, there are no secrets, Bridget thought to herself. She pulled out her peanut butter scented perfume, and sprayed it, to get rid of the pukey and smokey smell. Inhailing the yummy scent, Bridget smiled to herself.
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Post by Lacey Chandler on Aug 15, 2008 1:49:57 GMT -5
Lacey shrugged, hey she'd done the same think, except she'd opted for Pot, it was natural. Anyone who thought money took care of problems was hanging around the wrong people, the only thing money did was pay for the stuff to make the problems go away for a few hours. She turned when Bridget brought up asking her a question, then choked on air.
"Wait what? Who said I did?" She asked. She highly doubted he tried to rape her, granted she didn't know Zaide... at all... so maybe he did try. She didn't even complain about the perfume, the perfume that smelled like peanut butter. She herself had Britney Spear's Curious in her purse. She hated Britney, but loved the smell of that perfume. |
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Post by ``Bridget Hampton on Aug 15, 2008 1:58:14 GMT -5
"Lace, your and Zaide are the talk of the town. Everyone knows. And I mean everyone." Bridget said, seeing her cousin's startled expression. Bridget took her faded denim jacket off, it was starting to get stuffy in the bathroom. Taking out her vanilla chapstick, Bridget licked her lips. She was thirsty.
Bridget turned the water faucet on. She ran her wrists under the cold water, trying to cool down. She splashed herself with the water, feeling a lot better. The cookies she had scarfed down at the local coffee shop burned like acid in her stomach, and she was feeling dizzy. She clutched the sink firmly, not understand what was happening. Taking a deep breath, she turned to meet her cousin's eyes.
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Post by Lacey Chandler on Aug 15, 2008 2:09:07 GMT -5
"F.uck... does the town happen to know I wasn't totally in controll of my mind at the time? Wait... and what exactly do you mean by everyone?" Read: she was high. She groaned and ran a hand through her hair. She'd throughly reemed herself up one side and down the other that night for a multitude of things, getting high in public alone, sleeping with Zaide in General, then not using a condom. She was fairly sure she wasn't pregnant, she didn' thave any symptoms, but she wasn't going to fully relax until she got her period which was supposed to be soon.
She looked at Bridget and put her hand on her arm, frowning. "Are you okay?" She asked, concerned. "Do you want me to like... drive you home?" She asked, she was completely sober, and that was the only way she drove, even she wasn't stupid enough to drive high. |
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Post by ``Bridget Hampton on Aug 15, 2008 6:25:51 GMT -5
Bridget cupped her hands and formed a pool of water in her hands. Drinking the water, she cleared her throat. "I'm fine." Truth was, she probably wasn't but she would just ride it out. After all, stranger things had probably happened before, right?
Sinking down against the wall, Bridget replied to Lacey's first question. "Everyone? By that I mean just about anyone in town who believes in gossip. Namely, everyone." Bridget said, running a hand through her messy hair. She hadn't bothered straightening it, she had just wanted to get out of her house as quick as possible without being noticed.
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Post by Lacey Chandler on Aug 15, 2008 11:07:19 GMT -5
"You sure?" Lacey asked. She didn't want to end up dragging Bridget's lifeless body to the hospital. She put the lipgloss back in her bag and ran a hand through her hair. "Now I have to do serious damage control." She half pouted. She made a mental note to kill Zaide, sure it could have been the teens at the park, if any of them happened to know her and him they could have done it, but Zaide was the one that made the moves.
You still liked- do not finish that sentence. Great now she was fighting with herself. "I need a drink." She muttered. "When did life start sucking so much?" She asked Bridget, pulling her hair off her shoulders. |
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