Post by acadia jayla memphis on Oct 18, 2010 14:16:36 GMT -5
Acadia has been in the hospital for the past few days. Mainly for testing, to figure out what was up with her. Her nurse, Joy had let her out for a few hours. She pondered on what to do. She had gone home, showered and got dressed. She was feeling somewhat better, but still feeling slightly weak. She yawned as she walked down the street. Her back was twinging. She mentally cursed spinal taps. they were horrible and painful, and she hated them with a passion. She rubbed her back, grimacing.
She was window shopping for now. She went into dunkin Donuts and got herself a medium watermelon coollata. The paid and went on her way. She took a huge sip, her eyes closing in bliss. She loved anything watermelon flavored. She wandered around for a good twenty minutes, going into various stores, and buying a few things. She walked out of that last store and the music store caught her eye. She perked up, she has been wanting to get both BOTDF and BVB's cds. And she hasn't had any time to get her bum to the music store to do so. Sure she could have easily downloaded it, but meh, she rather buy, than download. She threw out her coollata before entering the store.
She opened the door and walked in, she instantly heard music blasting. She smiled widely, and started to look through the displays fulled with cd's. Her eyes dropped and she saw Blood on the Dance Floor's cd. Inside her head, she did a happy fan girl scream, as she looked at the cover. 'now for the Black Veil Brides she thought in her head. She quickly found that CD as well. She had a huge grin on her face.
She continued to browse, looking through CD’s her cell phone buzzed, text message. She looked at the number, it was from him again. He was trying to find Acadia. She put the CD’s down, and opened her cell phone. ’Comeeeeee onnnnnnnnnnnn! Tell me where you are lovely, Please? I’ve changed!!’ She looked at the text in disbelief. ”Changed? You? No way. Once a woman beater always a woman beater. “ she said muttering to herself. She deleted the message, half tempted to text back and say ‘get fucking real? You change? That’s a fucking laugh’ she scowled, she hated her ex with such a passion, He was a bastard, he beat her, She prayed he’d never find her. But knowing him, he would never change, even if he went thorough years and years of therapy. Only by some miracle could he change. But she highly doubted that it would ever happen. She sighed and picked up the CD’s again, and started looking around.
Word Count: 458
Tag: Skye
Wearing: Here!
She was window shopping for now. She went into dunkin Donuts and got herself a medium watermelon coollata. The paid and went on her way. She took a huge sip, her eyes closing in bliss. She loved anything watermelon flavored. She wandered around for a good twenty minutes, going into various stores, and buying a few things. She walked out of that last store and the music store caught her eye. She perked up, she has been wanting to get both BOTDF and BVB's cds. And she hasn't had any time to get her bum to the music store to do so. Sure she could have easily downloaded it, but meh, she rather buy, than download. She threw out her coollata before entering the store.
She opened the door and walked in, she instantly heard music blasting. She smiled widely, and started to look through the displays fulled with cd's. Her eyes dropped and she saw Blood on the Dance Floor's cd. Inside her head, she did a happy fan girl scream, as she looked at the cover. 'now for the Black Veil Brides she thought in her head. She quickly found that CD as well. She had a huge grin on her face.
She continued to browse, looking through CD’s her cell phone buzzed, text message. She looked at the number, it was from him again. He was trying to find Acadia. She put the CD’s down, and opened her cell phone. ’Comeeeeee onnnnnnnnnnnn! Tell me where you are lovely, Please? I’ve changed!!’ She looked at the text in disbelief. ”Changed? You? No way. Once a woman beater always a woman beater. “ she said muttering to herself. She deleted the message, half tempted to text back and say ‘get fucking real? You change? That’s a fucking laugh’ she scowled, she hated her ex with such a passion, He was a bastard, he beat her, She prayed he’d never find her. But knowing him, he would never change, even if he went thorough years and years of therapy. Only by some miracle could he change. But she highly doubted that it would ever happen. She sighed and picked up the CD’s again, and started looking around.
Word Count: 458
Tag: Skye
Wearing: Here!
