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3:08 AM
1/28/2011
She flicks the cigarette and heads back in side. Another thirty’s five minutes and her shift will be done. She heads over to the bar where only a few people are sitting, there’s an old couple at one side, a vary tall and older gentleman sitting in the middles and a young very tired looking girl sitting at the end. As she walks around the a bar the young girl motions to her. She walk over to the girl and the girl ask for a refill on the sweet tea she is drinking. She looks at the girl with a lil wonder in her eyes , why would a young , pretty girl at bar be asking for a sweet tea most girl her age would be asking for the strongest drink they had. She sets down the tea and grabs a rag, she wipes of the counter and the bar behind here, when she get done she throws the rag back in the bucket, by this time the older couple was heading to the door and the tall older guy was headed to a the bathroom or at least trying to, it looks as though his feet and body was going to different directions. She look back at the young girl still sitting there, she grasp a bottle of water and heads towards, she sit the bottles of water down and ands say hey im nicki, the younger girl replays hi im crystal with a tired smile. Well crystal nicki says what r u doing at club like this at this time of night. With a slower then expect replies crystal states that she is just driving through she explains that she feels as though she have lost something in her life, and she feels as though her sprit is dying and she has sit out to find a happier life. After explaining most of the bigger detail she ask nicki , I hope u don’t mind me asking but u know where to score any smoke-age. Nicki kinds of giggles and say yeah I sure do, but its like three in the morning they damn sure ant going to be up, but I got a little extra I get off in about 15 minutes, If u don’t mind smoking blunts ill smoke one with you. Crystals eyes lits up as she says I love blunts my friend nay nay got me hooked on them.
So fifteen minutes later Crystal and Nicki are out in Crystal car and ........
entry number one
1/9/2011
The room smells of vanilla and cotton candy. Slowly burning are two candles placed on the middle part of the vanity, the flames
flicker and dance off the mirror. No moon light is able to slip in to the room because of the tightly drawn curtains. The clock
that hangs every so still on the the white wall is slowly ticking to midnight, as the clock ticks she slowly starts raising out of bed
Her hair fall's softly to her back as she sits up. She slides the cold sheets off of her freezing body . As her feet hit the
floor her mind wanders back to the days where she remember that she used to get cold shivers when her bear feet would hit the cold wooden floor.
Now her body is the same temperature as the clod wooden floor below her. She walks over to the vanity where she pulls her hair up
in to a high pony tail and she ties it up with a soft pink ribbon. The same kind that her father used to buy her. He woulds buy her a
new ribbons to go with her new out fits that he bought her for her to wear on Saturday nights. They had lavishing dinners, where every wealthy noble man
and ladies attended. They had dinner like they had in the 1800th century. She looks down at the candles still flickering, how she loved the smell of the vanilla as it
swirled around her. She bent over rand softly blew out the candle. She liked the burnt smell after she blow out the candle as much as she liked the smell of
the candle from where she first lit it. Walking over to the sliding closet doors, she gets a feeling of dread, its the same feeling of dread she gets every night that she haves to go to work
at the club. She slides the closet door open and pulls out a black tank top she bought the day before. She then reaches in to the back of her closet
and pulls out a pair of white jeans. She pulls of her black slick nightie and toss it to the bottom of the closet in to the hamper. She pulls the black tank top on to her bear
chest. Slipping on her white pants makes her feel a little better for these jeans had so many happier memory attached to them.
She walk to the bath room and apply s her eye liner and the same tan eye shadow that's she haves wore for the past ten years. She looks at
her self, she looks as good as she did ten years ago, the only difference form now and then is that now she is smarter and
stronger then she was back then. After leaving the bath room she stops in the sitting room where the mini fridge is located
and pulled out a bag of blood. She shuts the door and pick up an iv. Five minutes later she picks up her name tag and clips it
to her tank top on the upper left side. She glances at the mirror and her way out and smiles. For she may be alone and for ever
alive she is working at the Minds opening. And yes your right there is no need for a lady like her to work, she still does for she may not
addimet it or every tell you working makes her feel as though she is still living , still real.
Entry number two
1/15/2011
10:21 pm
Staring out ahead through the thick fog, and the dirty car window mad it hard to see. I look down at the dash board and see that I am going 70 which is way to fast on this old country road. I put my foot on the old worn out brake pedal and slowly push down, I get the car down to about thirty , up ahead I see a parking lot full of cars as I get closer I see that’s is a club , in the middle of no where, it two in the morning and its still open. This shocks me because every thing back home is closed at this time, actually everything is closed at 8 and when I say every thing I mean every thing. I flip on the turn signal and pull in. I park in the very back. Wondering what kind of food they would have I reach up and flip down the sun visor . Looking in the mirror I tuck my hair behind my ears and wipe off the run away eyeliner form my face. I flip back up the visor and grasp my stuffed purse and climb of the car making sure to lock my door on the way. As I approach the club I see a lady she is wearing a black tank top and a pair of tight hugging jeans, the closer I get the more I can see of her face, she is very beautiful she haves black hair that is pulled up. She haves white ivory skin that’s appears to me smooth , she appears to be all most god like. While walking past her to go in to the club I get close enough to her to read her name tag it reads Legend… what a weird name I think as I walk in side. In side the club is dark and smells of cigarette and weed, its light r black lights and there’s people form one side to the other most of them dancing a few leaning on the walls and even fewer sitting at the bar. I walk over to the bar and sat down at the end next to an old pay phone , the wires have been cut so and the phone reviver was no where to be found. As im sitting down a waitress lays down a napkin that reads mind opening on it. She asks what I would like to drink and I tell her sweet tea. She walks away and returns with a tall glass of ice cold sweet tea the best I ever had upon my lips. She lays downs a menu in front of me and say she will be back.
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Would LOVE to see more of this! :D
I like how you approached the story from multiple angles giving it fullness. ..
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