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| Sar Hale | Wednesday, 19. December 2007, 06:55 |
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Late night, walking around for the whole day, counting money, looking for it. Trying to get soem food, that wasn't disgusting looking. Not much of an idea for fun huh? Her blonde hair was noticeable in whatever light there was, same with her eyes. They were still icy blue, still the cause of the start of her parents problems. Giving a long, and deep sigh. Sar stopped, and stretched. She glanced up and down the street, not seeing anyone, no cars either. Strange. Wasn't that big mall place here? Of course, Sar really had no idea what she was talking about, or even what half of these places were, due to the fact, she came here only a month ago. Yes, exactly one month. And only knowing one language. English. She ran her hand through her hair, and looked around again, still not seeing anybody. She decided to sit on the curb, giving herself a small break, and hopefully, she would find someplace soon to crash. It was apparently very late, or people here were just starting to take on the characteristic of America. Laziness. Sitting on the curb, she must've looked like some fool, or something. Old flats, torn up jeans, and then a tight long black shirt that had guitars and music notes all over it, and they were in bright neon colors. So it looked pretty intersting, along her arms were some arm bands, and then other bracelets. A ring, that she had taken from home, that year ago or so, and her hair was just let down, a bit knotty. So to take care of that, Sar pulled out a black brush, and started to brush through her hair. That was fairly long, so this would probably take some time, and maybe she would lose a couple dozens of strands. It only took Sar a few minutes to brush her hair out, and make it nice looking. She put the brush back into the bag, and pulled some chapstick out of her pocket, and putting it on quickly. Then placing it back into her front pocket and standing up. Putting her hands on her hips, she looked around the street, and the signs that were hanging up trying to figure out what they said. But of course, since she didn't know French. She knew nothing. Nothing about what was going on, and didnt even know where to go from here. Sar put her backpack, back on. And then stood up again, brushing herself off. And starting to walk again. The night was boring, as everything else in life had seem to become for poor Sar. Losing a brother was bad, even losing a bestfriend, but everything had seem to of gone down hill for her. Sighing again. Sar stared at the ground, and noticed an outline of herself. Lights! A car! Someone! That would possibly leave her out on the street...... Turning around. Sar started walking backwards, and stared into the car, trying to get passed the headlights. All she could see was the outline of some guy, he seemed skinny. But over-all, she couldn't tell at all who it was. Or what the person looked like. Sar sighed deeply, and then shoved her hands into her pockets, turning on her heel, her back now facing the oncoming car. |
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| When I'm Gone.. · Boulevard Haussmann | |
4:17 PM Nov 28
