Dark Blue (Open)

[aristotle luna williams]

Your Hands are Red, Your Lies Are White
My Tongue is Tied…

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So, Ari just wanted out of her small apartment. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could stand living with her parents in an apartment only big enough for two. There were technically two bedrooms, but she still needed a bigger space. Her room was like closet size. It was ridiculous. She needed a job and to start saving money up. But, who would hire a fifteen year old? No one; that’s who.

She shook her head and got dressed. Just simple skinny jeans and a shirt for the day. Her purple converse would be enough along with a little panda ring. Plus her jacket, but that’s a given. Before walking out the door, her mom asked her where she was going. ”Out for a walk,” she closed the door and walked out of the hallway. It wasn’t long until she saw the light of day, for they only lived on the second floor. She started walking to the left and had no idea where she was going to go for the day. She thought of a few places. Plaza? No. Music Store? Maybe another day. After going through a list of things, she finally decided on the park. She hadn’t been there in a good long while and decided that she needed to relax for the day. All the stress at home was killing her.

The park took a good twenty minutes or so to get to. It was a good thing that people had invited the portable music players or else she would of headed back home within three minutes. Once she got there, she saw an assortment of people hanging around. Couples, little kids, teenagers, and adults. There were also picnics and people in the wide-open space playing tag. She smiled at the little kids playing tag. She wanted to join in, but she didn’t think that would be the best idea in the world. That would almost be like a creeper move. Plus her shyness prevented her from even talking to anyone. So, she just walked over to the swings, where surprisingly the least amount of people were at, and just started to swing. She leaned her head on the silver chain, listened to music, and continued to watch the exciting game of tag.

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Your Fiction Spread. Your Twisting Lies.
Now Write it Down.

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Another Classic Crime of the Wrongfully Accused.[/font][/center][/size]

Outfit:Click!
Tagged: OPEN
Listening To: Love Like Woe – The Ready Set
Credit:: Credit goes to Kale. Lyrics are to Sparks the Rescue and the song American Blues. Don’t steal pl0x. Thnx.

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