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(what happened to having fun( « Thread Started on Sept 6, 2009, 7:11pm »
The mall was loud and crowded, although that was expected. It was Friday night, date night. Couples were walking around together, and they were everywhere. You couldn`t go anywhere without seeing them. Even the bookstore had people joined in some way.
But Stacey was by herself. She had been wondering around for about an hour and a half, running in and out of various stores. She had been in the bookstore, too, and purchased three rather large paperback. They were hidden in the bag full of clothes. She didn`t know why, but she didn`t like people to know that she read. It was just an insecurity that she had about herself.
Tired of being on her feet, the blond sat down on a bench placed near the food court. General chatter floated to her, broken by the occasional laugh. It made Stacey feel lonely. She had been her for three days, and had only met a couple people, but didn`t they didn`t seem to warm up to her. In her old city, she had been popular. Everyone had liked her and she had a ton of friends. She had a bad history of boyfriends, but she had some nice guy friends. She just felt so out of place, unwanted. Her parents had all but sent her away, and she was used to being the responsible one, but she had always had friends.
Stacey closed her eyes, wanting some peace. She had hoped that the mall wouldn`t be too crowded, but she had known it would be. It was just inevitable. Friday night, no work or school tomorrow, the weekend. Her first weekend in Boston. It wasn`t like there was anything to look forward to, all she had was her temporary apartment that barely had the basics at the moment.
What she wanted was human attention. Preferably guy attention. She was knew, so of course people wanted to get to know her, but she hadn`t gotten a good feeling about the male models she had seen at the agency. She was straight, so she wanted to get to know a straight guy. She didn`t have anything against homosexual guys-- some of her best friends back in New York were gay. But she needed closure. She wanted to know that she hadn`t changed somehow. She knew that she was probably the same, but she didn`t feel like it.
With her tight designer jeans and the V-necked top, she blended right into the rest of the crowd. She wasn`t special, besides the fact that she was a new model. Stacey felt plain, normal. She didn`t like that feeling. In fact, she hated it. Stacey liked attention, as long as it was the right kind. She hadn`t managed to totally embarrass herself yet, but that time would come. She`d been known for falling or tripping. Wiping out in lobbies. One of her old friends had joked that she was the reason the started to put carpet in waiting rooms.
With a silent sigh, Stacey opened her eyes and picked up her bag and her purse, which was small for most girls. She quickly stood up, not paying attention to what she was doing or where she was going. Her dark eyes were on the ground. And of course, she ran right into somebody. She had hit them hard enough to drop the bag and have everything in it dump out. She fell to her knees to pick it up, all but forgetting about the other person.
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