| I don't really want to live this life. |
[Tuesday
April 29th, 2008 7:56pm] |
SHE ONLY DRINKS COFFEE AT MIDNIGHT, WHEN THE MOMENT IS NOT RIGHT.. ¤
The bell sounded and class was out. Students traveled from their classes, to their lockers and then to the parking lot. Some loading buses, some loading cars. It was the average routine for the students of the large city, and with the hot sun beating down on the streets, Delilia was in quite the hurry to make it to her car. Purse hung from her shoulder as she pulled her Gucci jacket off of her petite frame. The weather had been insane the past few days and from the looks of it, well it was obvious the sun wouldn't be going away out anytime soon. Exchaning looks with a few of the people she passed, keys dangled from the brunette's finger tips. She was well known around those halls, but not for her politeness or her kind heart. She was known for her attitude, and she was known for being the biggest two faced bitch you would ever meet. But who were these people to this prude princess? Nobody, and that is how she was planning on keeping it. Of course she had her own group of friends, but most of the time they were dissing her behind her back as well.
Everyone had a preset image of Delilia, this perfect little girl, who yes did struggle in school at times, but for the most part did the best that she could do. Little did they know that everyone has their dirty secrets, she had a few more. Dee Stevens was the total opposite of the image her parents seen her as. She was loud, obnoxious, rude, self-centered, bitchy. Everything that everyone hated, but she didn't mind. In fact- she loved it. The more they talked, the more she learned. But there were a few unsuspecting victims. Ones that would trust the girl out of feelings in their hearts. And they would pour their very own feelings out to her and she would pour their feelings out to anybody that she could. It was how her cycle worked.
¤ WELL SHE WANTS TO LIVE HER LIFE. ¤
The tires on Delilia's car spun out in the school's parking lot as she headed to the local cafe that most of the A-lister's hung out at after and between classes. Life was the same for Delilia, the same routine every day. And as the year progressed she found herself begging for a change, she found herself wishing that she had a reason to be more than the sarcastic, loud bitch that so many people had came to know her for. Sure, she had a lot. Like most girl's probably dreamed of having, but she had deeper needs that needed satisfying. Like what was her main goal in life once she college? Sure she wanted a career, but was it the right choice? But the truth was simple- Dee wasn't ready to grow up and in her opinion there was not a damn thing wrong with that. She wanted to be herself forever, regardless of how impossible it seemed for her.
For now, she tried her best to enjoy her fast life. Filled with sin, partying, and late nights and most things that people her age were into. It was a good way to past time instead of sitting alone in her high priced hotel room listen to music that was a little too hardcore in her opinion. Sure, she didn't exactly care what the other students in Vegas thought about her opinions, but she gave the world about what they seen her as. Never would you catch a frizzed strand of hair, a smudge of make up, or her wearing anything less than her designer name jeans to class or the bar. That wasn't her style, and even if she didn't exactly agree with her peers choices of styling, she would still respect them for the most part. But maybe not to their faces, because playing nice never got you first place in her mind. And she wasn't ready to come in last. !!
PULLS HER HAIR BACK AS SHE SCREAMS, I DONT REALLY WANT TO BE THE QUEEN. ¤
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