Post by max on Oct 6, 2006 9:52:40 GMT -8
"W...what?"[/i]
A tiny asain girl asked, and then repeated the question several times into the reciever of the payphone. Shaking her head in disbelief many of times, a cold draft came by and carressed her pale white skin, taking a strand of her straightened brown hair along with it. "Yes ... I understand. No, no. It's just ... you never told me, I ... okay. Yes. Bye."
Placing the object back into it's respect place upon two slender silver hinges, Max moved away from the larger glass box, a tear slivered past the borders she was keeping there in her tear duct and started a trail down her cheek until of course being frozen on her skin by another blow of cool air. A pair of plaid cargos rest flexibily on her legs, black combat boots(new style) over a pair of thin socks on her feet and a caramel-mixed-with-dirt colored turtleneck on her slender frame.
"Ok...okay...no, I am so going to be fine, aren't I? You are fine, Max! Right, Maxy-doodle? You are so okay, I mean, I can't believe you even thought you weren't going to, because man--"
"I've adopted my friend's daughter, I'm afraid, Max. It was because Mary was having a hard time looking after her, she says the girl distracts her all the time and she can't focus when she's around at all, and she's such a very good friend of mine! I said I could take her off her hands, and then she suggested me adopting her so the girl'd legally be mine, forever. After a few days with her though ... it's real downgrading, as a mother, it's like she has no pleasure-limit, she'll just always be gloomy and down no matter what I do or where I take her. But I can't really just throw her back at Mary, I promised I'd find a way to keep her and I decided..."
"Me?! Me live with another person? With a step-sister! 'Oh, Max, I really need your help on this. Oh please, just take this thing and be her mom for a few several years!'! Oh yeah, how great! I am sooo up to that, mother! You evil, disgusting, cretin!" Max shouted at no one, squeezing her fists through the tight leather biker gloves wrapped around her small hands. It was drizziling at first, Max had only been going out for a chocolate when she decided to throw a call at her mother with the payphone, but oh well..just more bad news was what her mother had to recycle on her face, and now it was pouring.
"I am just cursed, aren't I? I'm cursed right?! Let's see, first: I lose my best friend. Both of my best friends. And then ... and then I find out I'm gonna be raising a fifteen year old step-sister! WHY ME?"
Not even a nice rain, just constant pouring. Her hair was wet and looked darker now, curly fingernail thin loafs of brown hung a few inches above her shoulders, Max walked and walked...ah, the park. And a bench, it was soaked but she didn't care, sitting down she bit down hard on her bottom lip -- possibly leaving a bite mark, tears were observed in her left eye, her cheeks getting paler by the second.
"Why me?"
A tiny asain girl asked, and then repeated the question several times into the reciever of the payphone. Shaking her head in disbelief many of times, a cold draft came by and carressed her pale white skin, taking a strand of her straightened brown hair along with it. "Yes ... I understand. No, no. It's just ... you never told me, I ... okay. Yes. Bye."
Placing the object back into it's respect place upon two slender silver hinges, Max moved away from the larger glass box, a tear slivered past the borders she was keeping there in her tear duct and started a trail down her cheek until of course being frozen on her skin by another blow of cool air. A pair of plaid cargos rest flexibily on her legs, black combat boots(new style) over a pair of thin socks on her feet and a caramel-mixed-with-dirt colored turtleneck on her slender frame.
"Ok...okay...no, I am so going to be fine, aren't I? You are fine, Max! Right, Maxy-doodle? You are so okay, I mean, I can't believe you even thought you weren't going to, because man--"
"I've adopted my friend's daughter, I'm afraid, Max. It was because Mary was having a hard time looking after her, she says the girl distracts her all the time and she can't focus when she's around at all, and she's such a very good friend of mine! I said I could take her off her hands, and then she suggested me adopting her so the girl'd legally be mine, forever. After a few days with her though ... it's real downgrading, as a mother, it's like she has no pleasure-limit, she'll just always be gloomy and down no matter what I do or where I take her. But I can't really just throw her back at Mary, I promised I'd find a way to keep her and I decided..."
"Me?! Me live with another person? With a step-sister! 'Oh, Max, I really need your help on this. Oh please, just take this thing and be her mom for a few several years!'! Oh yeah, how great! I am sooo up to that, mother! You evil, disgusting, cretin!" Max shouted at no one, squeezing her fists through the tight leather biker gloves wrapped around her small hands. It was drizziling at first, Max had only been going out for a chocolate when she decided to throw a call at her mother with the payphone, but oh well..just more bad news was what her mother had to recycle on her face, and now it was pouring.
"I am just cursed, aren't I? I'm cursed right?! Let's see, first: I lose my best friend. Both of my best friends. And then ... and then I find out I'm gonna be raising a fifteen year old step-sister! WHY ME?"
Not even a nice rain, just constant pouring. Her hair was wet and looked darker now, curly fingernail thin loafs of brown hung a few inches above her shoulders, Max walked and walked...ah, the park. And a bench, it was soaked but she didn't care, sitting down she bit down hard on her bottom lip -- possibly leaving a bite mark, tears were observed in her left eye, her cheeks getting paler by the second.
"Why me?"