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It All Mean Nothing, Right?
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 Created on 1-9-08
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It All Means Nothing, Right? “Welcome to Saint Graces Rehabation Centre, I’m Shirley and this will be your room” Shirley said faking a smile at me. “Um thanks, I’m Ashley” I also faked a smile. Shirley looked like a nice lady and all but I don’t want to get close to anyone in this place. She had curly red hair tired in a bun with a blue blouse and a black knee length skirt. “Okay Ashley I have to leave but make yourself at home in your room, you might get a roommate later. So if someone comes in and sleeps in the bed next to you don’t be afraid” Shirley joked before walking down the hall out of sight. “Here we go, I got myself into this I can go through it” I though to myself before entering room 208 The room was nice; it was a different colour then the pasty white hall ways. It has pale blue wallpaper obviously since blue is the colour of relaxation. There were two single beds made out of a light shade of wood with matching draws next to the bed. The room also had a connected bathroom. The bathroom had a shower/bath a toilet and a sink with a mirror over the sink. In the middle of the room there was a table and a couple chairs. I dropped my bag down and just lied there; I choose the right hand side bed next to window. “Here we go!” I said out aloud as someone walked into the room. “Mom you can’t just leave me here!” I heard my new room mate saying at the door, “I hate you” Was the next thing she yelled before coming inside.
This new chick in my room, has short brown hair, it was about an
inch under her ears. She seemed normal size so she wasn’t in for anorexia. She was wearing some denim shorts with a blue tank top. “Hey, you my roommate?” The girl asked looking over at me “Um yeah, I’m Ashley” “I’m Cherish” She said walking over to her bed We sat there for a while not talking just sitting blankly looking around until Cherish broke the silence. “Want to know what I’m in here for?” She asked walking over to the table in the room hinting me to come over too. “Um why not, gives me something to do” I said walking over to the table sitting across from her. “Drug abuse” She smirked trying to act cool “Fair enough” I said walking back over to my bed “Aren’t you going to tell me why you’re in here?” “Nope, because to tell you why I’m in here would be telling the truth which you didn’t do” “What! How do you know that I’m not in here for drug abuse?” “It’s simple; when you said drug abuse you looked down on the floor and then tighten you grip on your wrist” “Holy crap, how did you do that?” “Simple, I don’t talk I watch people” I said looking over at her “Why are you wearing that it’s hot outside?” I looked at myself, At this point in time I was wearing some pinstripe knee length pants and a black and purple zip up hoddie with my chuck Taylor high tops. And a white tank top underneath my jacket. “Oh nothing” I said standing up and looking through my bag for something. “What you looking for?” Cherish asked “My book” “You want to read a book?” “Yeah, I do” “Is it homework or something?” “No I just like it” “What book it is?” “Slash” I replied pulling it out “What’s Slash?” “Um it’s a autobiography” “So who is slash?” She asked blankly “You don’t know who slash is!” Cherish shock her head at me “The guitarist from gun ‘n’ roses” “Umm okay” She replied again blankly I probably should have been more nice to Cherish but I can’t stand the fake air head type surprisingly, since my high school was full of them. I always was different then the people at O’Conner high school, mostly since I didn’t care about sports or anything that including school spirit. I was one of the only 3 people in the whole school that had naturally blonde hair. I didn’t like it though; I died my hair black and cut my hair different then most of the girls at school. I died my long ass length blonde hair and died it cutting it so it’s about 4inchs lower then my chin. I got a huge side fridge, it cover my left eye completely. The fridge had a couple of blonde bits in it, I loved my hair it was chopping and two sided, which explain me perfectly I thought. I had the pale creamy skin. My whole look made my eyes glow, my eyes were ivory green, and I always layered my eyes with eyeliner making a tip on my eye. But I guess if my life was as good as it sounds I wouldn’t be in rehab!Comments
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just a guess. i love it though.