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Date Posted: 07:40:03 07/03/02 Wed
Author: Autumn (No Name)
Subject: [surprised]
In reply to: BadaBOOM 's message, "`BOOM here comes the BOOM ready or not!`" on 12:22:13 07/02/02 Tue

frightened at first, being quite small for her age, but when he spoke he seemed polite. she bites her lip, she found her way to cascade mountains a few weeks ago, but so far no one has approached her. So here she was, seventeen, ran away from home and got an apartment above a bar, making money illegally and facing three weeks in jail with cops watching her all the time, and what does she do? she figures that maybe if some guy with a lot of cash finds her "good" he'll take her home with him. stupidstupidstupid she starts to think in a different way now, would he treat me any better than Caleb did? the answer, more obvious now, is no. she looks over at BadaBoom uneasily, but answers the question, Some things are still wrong, but it used to be worse. "Happy" doesn't exist. Happy is the stuff that makes up childhood memories of playing with your friends under the old oak tree at the end of your street. But you grow out of that, happy dies when your friends die, when your childhood dies. "Happy" becomes a fragment of your imagination, something you think of more as a blissful dream then a reality. tears move down her cheeks but she brushes them away roughly. She sighs, upset with herself for talking too much, for being sentimental. She apologizes, she gets so carried away sometimes. It's fine. She tells herself, a phrase she often uses. Everything is fine.

((OOC: sorry for the long post.))

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