Shirley Temple :||: D9 :||: FIN

    The sound of a school bell rings through my head. I had been so lost in thought that I had forgotten to keep track of time. 'Jesus Shirley,pull it together'. I pull my bag over my shoulder and adjust my glasses. I was ecstatic to see everyone, I don't know what it was about those people, but there was never a bland day. As I head for the door I ignore a few farewells, for I had a mission, and I didn't have time to waste. I nearly sprint to the door of the brewery, I didn't even realize that I was panting. When I place my palm on the doors handle, I take a moment to catch my breath, 'I guess I could of slowed up a little bit'. When I pull the heavy door open, I see a group of familiar faces, along with a few customers. "Hey everyone!" I shout in excitement. Most of them greet me with a "Hey Shirley" or "How was class". Which I respond with the usual, "hi" or "great thanks".

    The corners of my mouth had been raised since I had entered the place. Something about the brewery made me smile, and that's why I was determined to work here when I turn sixteen, no matter what my blasted mother says. She cant control me my whole life, and over this next year I'm going to make sure that she knows it. Its not that I didn't love my mother, cause I did whole heartedly, its just that I was sick of hiding behind my own guilt. She blamed me for my father leaving, or at least she made me feel like I was to blame. And I know it wasn't my fault, it couldn't of been my fault. Well enough of thinking about depression topics, I was here o have a little fun. I take a seat at the bar, and watch brandy make a few drinks, he after all was one of my greatest friends in the world. He was good at what he did, even though I know he despised the job. We seem to tell each other everything, but I don't know why he would hate his job, I would kill to be in his uncomfortable shoes. I swear there wasn't a moment that he wouldn't complain about how painful his shoes were to wear.

    We joked a lot with each other, but it was fun. He made it easier for me to stick up for myself in most situations. "So how your feet feeling today Brandy"? I say with a laugh. He just smirks and looks away. He had one of the greatest smiles, it was hard not to smile back when he would flash those teeth of his. He also had some of the prettiest eyes. I realize its weird to call a boy pretty, but he was, though I would never let him catch me thinking that. I decide to go hangout with Beer for a while. He didn't seem to mind my company, at least I hope he didn't mind. I try not to be a pest when I can help it. I enjoyed just watching him work, studying his people skills and making of the alcohol. I never really understood how he could stand my mother, but he did somehow, and I was happy that at least one person cared for her.

    I continue to stand close to Beer, but I redirect my gaze over to Brandy. He looked as if he was making a drink for a really pretty girl. She was probably about three years older then me, and had beautiful blonde hair. Her eyes were a pale blue, and her skin a flawless peach. He seemed to like her, his face was lit with expression. I mean I guess I couldn't blame him, she was really pretty. For some reason I cant turn my gaze, I was stuck, staring at them. She would giggle and play with her hair, and he would smile, continuing to bring her drinks. I take the rose colored glasses form my face and I stare at them. I rube my finger along the lenses, could this be the reason he doesn't notice me...like he notices her? I feel my eyes start to swell. 'What was I talking about?' why should I care who he notices, it was none of my business.

    I slide the glasses back onto my face, I needed them to see, there was nothing I could do about it. I see the two leave the brewery together, and I cant help but feel my chest drop into my stomach. I don't know why it hurt so much, he followed this same routine nearly everyday, yet every time I felt my insides churn, and my chest burn. I look over at Beer, he was still content with his work, like he always was. He was a great guy, he was a lot like my real dad, and maybe that why I liked him so much. "Hey Beer...up for a game of poker?"

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Appearance:

    Shirley face is framed by long brunet hair that she has never cut a day in her life. It reaches just about to her tailbone, and is not quiet curly but not straight either. Her eyes are a pale blue, and are surrounded by a thick black frame. Her face is very rounded, and her nose rather small and pointed. Her neck was of average size, and her forehead a bit on the large side. She wore a large pair of rose colored glasses, everyday. and normally would wear a normal looking blouse or t-shirt with a pair of jeans and sneakers. She liked to wear her hair down and let the waved naturally form. Her chin was small, and she didn't have much of a jawline, but she was kind of dainty so it fit.

    On reaping day she would wear a beautiful floral patterned dress, and normally have her hair up in a decretive bun. She didn't mind dressing up, because it was rare that her mother let her be "pretty". She was forced to draw as little attention to herself as possible. Her skin was rather blemish free, and her lips made a small peachy heart shape. Her eyes were surrounded by long dark lashed, and she normally refrained from wearing makeup. Only on reaping day was makeup acceptable by her mothers standards. She washed on a regularly, and kept a small bottle of perfume, to make her smell decent. She didn't like that musky smell many people carried. Her face is naturally covered in freckles but they have been fading and slowly disappearing over the years.

Personality:

    Shirley is still very young, and in some cases very ignorant. She seems to blame herself for many things that have happened in her past, and she has almost no backbone. It wasn't until recently that she has started standing up for herself, and proving that she has more of a say then she may think. Brandy is a huge factor in the way she is changing, and so is her step father Beer. Her natural obedience, and lack of voicing how she feels, has caused her to fall below the ranks. And her mother is taking advantage of this. She is starting to unravel the way her mother has been treating her, her whole life, and in the near future this may cause for a bit of mother daughter drama.

    Shirley also has a bit of an issue with understanding emotions. It wasn't until recently that she is discovering that she has a big issue with abandonment, due to her father leaving, and also she has discovered that she claims a lot of things as her own, when in reality they aren't. For instance people she has become really friendly with like Brandy, she now feels as if she has some kind of right over them. In some way this is a lot like her mother in a controlling nature. She of course is not quiet as strict or over controlling as her mother, but the trait is still relevant.

    Shirley has always felt the need to throw up her defenses, she seems to believe that people are always out to hurt her. And this causes trust issues. In the past it had taken her years to trust someone, resulting in little to no friends. But something about the way her new family has welcomed her in, it has caused her to become close with some of them very quickly. Brandy and Beer in particular. She feels for both of them in two completely different ways, but deeply nonetheless.