Post by MORGAN REBECCA ABERCROMBIE on Dec 29, 2012 20:50:05 GMT -5
And through the rising and falling apart, We discover who we are
Morgan was having one of those days, the ones where nothing seems to be going her way. First her car had gotten a flat tire, which pretty much meant she was screwed considering she didn’t know how to change a tire. So she was forced to walk a quarter of a mile to the nearest gas station to ask for help. It took a good hour to get there, and to get the help. In her first class of the day she received a D on her latest paper, which sucked ass because she really couldn’t take a hit as she was already doing poorly in that class. On her way to her next class she had received a call from her stepmother meant for her sister, talking family duty, and all that jazz, and to top it all off she was still hung over from the night before, but at least she looked somewhat good. Morgan wasn’t the type of person who would normally get drunk at a party… okay maybe she was but normally she had at least maintain some type of control.
'What the hell am I doing out of bed again?’ She thought to herself, in all actuality she couldn’t remember what she was supposed to be doing, and was seriously contemplating going back to bed, but she still had sooooooooo much stuff to do. Morgan drove for a little bit driving pass her favorite coffeehouse in Chicago. It definitely had the best cup of coffee in town, and lord knew that she had a thing for coffee. It was sadly one of her weaknesses in life, well that and chocolate…and shirtless men…and pixie sticks.
Grumble, Gurgle, Grumble
Uh oh, she was hungry. Morgan thought back to the last time she ate and realized the last time she ate something was yesterday. She didn’t normally go this long without eating, and she didn’t know why she did today. It was a good thing she had decided to stop off at the coffeehouse. She hadn’t really set out to starve herself, truth be told she loved food, but then again, she couldn’t really allow herself to get fat. She wouldn’t be able to fit into her clothes, not to mention what her stepmother would say. She could almost hear her now, “Putting on a bit of weight there, now aren't we Morgan?” After that little comment she hadn’t allowed herself to eat for 3 days, even though she knew she hadn’t actually gained any weight at all.
Parking her car, she ran a hand through her hair, trying to straighten it out, attempting to make it a least look good. Holding her head, from the headache she was nursing, she walked in to the restuaraunt and found herself a booth near the back of the joint. When the waiter walked up she placed her order, “Can I get a 2 burgers and some fries, and a large coke please,” she told him. She watched the waiter turn and go get her order before she took a look around the place. At first glance she didn’t really see anyone she knew or anyone that looked her age, and still didn’t see anyone on her second look she still didn’t see anyone her age. Her order finally came, she munched quietly, satisfied that she was not going to starve to death… at least not that day.
'What the hell am I doing out of bed again?’ She thought to herself, in all actuality she couldn’t remember what she was supposed to be doing, and was seriously contemplating going back to bed, but she still had sooooooooo much stuff to do. Morgan drove for a little bit driving pass her favorite coffeehouse in Chicago. It definitely had the best cup of coffee in town, and lord knew that she had a thing for coffee. It was sadly one of her weaknesses in life, well that and chocolate…and shirtless men…and pixie sticks.
Grumble, Gurgle, Grumble
Uh oh, she was hungry. Morgan thought back to the last time she ate and realized the last time she ate something was yesterday. She didn’t normally go this long without eating, and she didn’t know why she did today. It was a good thing she had decided to stop off at the coffeehouse. She hadn’t really set out to starve herself, truth be told she loved food, but then again, she couldn’t really allow herself to get fat. She wouldn’t be able to fit into her clothes, not to mention what her stepmother would say. She could almost hear her now, “Putting on a bit of weight there, now aren't we Morgan?” After that little comment she hadn’t allowed herself to eat for 3 days, even though she knew she hadn’t actually gained any weight at all.
Parking her car, she ran a hand through her hair, trying to straighten it out, attempting to make it a least look good. Holding her head, from the headache she was nursing, she walked in to the restuaraunt and found herself a booth near the back of the joint. When the waiter walked up she placed her order, “Can I get a 2 burgers and some fries, and a large coke please,” she told him. She watched the waiter turn and go get her order before she took a look around the place. At first glance she didn’t really see anyone she knew or anyone that looked her age, and still didn’t see anyone on her second look she still didn’t see anyone her age. Her order finally came, she munched quietly, satisfied that she was not going to starve to death… at least not that day.
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