Post by lia mariana black on May 9, 2009 21:36:15 GMT -5
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Skipping school was easy, once you got used to it. Lia had been doing it for so long, she could pretty much go through the whole process in her sleep. In fact, today, she mostly had done it in her sleep. She'd stumbled into the principal's office, looking sick and pitiful, made up some sob story about her great aunt Minnie having a heart attack, and looked pitiful some more. The nice little secretary woman had simply nodded sympathetically, and told Lia to take a couple of days off. Easy as pie. She hadn't been very into doing school lately, or dealing with idiotic teachers who actually thought that they were smarter than her, so she felt that she could use a break. Taking a couple of days off wouldn't kill her. Her grades sucked anyway, not that anyone cared. She'd gone back to bed, and slept until ten, at which point she decided to get up and go to the mall. She wanted to people watch, and do a little shopping. She wasn't the least bit happy with her father, and yeah, she was one of those girls who maxed out Daddy's credit cards when she was mad. He'd forced her to go out with a guy named Liam, who happened to be the son of her father's latest business partner. Liam had been extremely grabby. Lia didn't always object to grabby, but Liam had been the rude kind of grabby. Liam now had a very nice shiner. Plus, Lia and Liam? How annoying is that? Lia would be the first to admit that she was a brat. It just came naturally to her. Or, that was what she led people to believe, at least. Maybe, just maybe, if she was honest, she wasn't as evil as she acted. Maybe she was just scared and insecure and a little lost. Or maybe she was just a brat. She'd rather it be that one. Lia was never willing to admit to any weakness, not with anyone. If you pretended it wasn't there, it would go away. She hoped.
Lia had been at the mall for about two hours, and she was already much happier than she had been when she left school. A little retail therapy always did her good. Lia smirked, thinking of how upset her dad would be when he got his credit card bills at the end of the month. She was sure that first, he'd yell at her, about what a self centered, thoughtless brat she was, then he'd tell her how disappointed he was in her. Then, finally, he'd tell her how much like her mother she was. That was how things always went in their house. She did something, he went through the steps, she sat in the uncomfortably straight-back chair in his office, no expression on her face other than a cocky smirk, not saying a word, and eventually he dismissed her. It barely phased her, but her father would spend weeks worrying about what she'd done, and if he was a horrible parent, and eventually, he'd end up apologizing for whatever she'd done, and buying her something expensive. It was a good system. She never had to take any responsibility for her actions. That was daddy's job. If she was a different person, she would feel bad, taking advantage of her father, but she really didn't. She knew that he was the way he was mainly because he felt bad that she didn't have a mother. What he didn't know was how grateful for that fact Lia was. Sure, sometimes she wished she had her mom around to make her feel better about herself, but she knew, if she was honest, that she and her mother would have clashed, all of the time. Her mother had been a control freak, as was Lia. They were both spoiled brats, and they always would have wanted different things. Lia wasn't sure, from what her father had said, that she would have been able to get her way with her mom as easily as she could with him.
It was cruel, that at sixteen, she was glad that her mother had died when she was two, but that was Lia. Always thinking only of how it benefited her, never stopping to consider how much it had hurt her father to lose his wife. Lia never let herself think about things like that. Sympathy wasn't really something she could allow herself to feel. Lia shook her head, trying to fend off any sympathetic or emotional thoughts. She was headed toward the food court, going to get a pretzel for lunch, and take stock of what she'd actually bought. She had always been a fast shopper, and she didn't always pay too much attention to what she was buying. She knew that she'd bought more than a thousand dollars worth of stuff, mainly clothes, but she wasn't too sure about specifics. As she got to the food court, she looked around for an empty booth were she could spread her purchases out. She got her pretzel quickly, and went to a corner booth, smirking slightly at a couple of maybe college-aged guys who watched her pass. She always got looks like that when she skipped school. It probably had something to do with the way she dressed. Heavy black and silver jewelery and glittery black makeup, as always, with her hair loose. Her skirt was short, as usual, and her red tee shirt was tight, though it was mostly covered by her black jacket. She was wearing her normal heavy, thick soled boots. She was just dressed like herself, and for some reason, that always got some attention. She wasn't sure if it was because she looked slutty, or because she looked scary. but either way, she liked the attention. As soon as she got to her booth, she started going through her bags, looking through the clothes, shoes, and odd little accessories. She slipped on one of the rings she'd bought, and started picking at her pretzel. She didn't even notice when another person walked over to her booth.
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POST STATUS:[/color] post status.
TEMPLATE CREDIT TO:[/color] sydknee says!
BANNER CREDIT TO:[/color] me!
LYRICS CREDIT TO:[/color] 23- jimmy eat world.
ROLEPLAYING WITH:[/color] open.
WHERE WE AT?:[/color] the mall.
WORD COUNT:[/color] 1023
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NOTES:[/color] hithere!
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