You Only Live Once {Open}
Sept 10, 2011 14:44:08 GMT -5
Post by Azure on Sept 10, 2011 14:44:08 GMT -5
Some people think they're always right.
Others are quiet and uptight.
Others they seem so very nice. Oh.
Oh oh oh don't get up, I can't see the sunshine.
I'll be waiting for you baby, 'cuz I'm through.
Sit me down, shut me up.
I'll calm down and get along with you, alright.
Others are quiet and uptight.
Others they seem so very nice. Oh.
Oh oh oh don't get up, I can't see the sunshine.
I'll be waiting for you baby, 'cuz I'm through.
Sit me down, shut me up.
I'll calm down and get along with you, alright.
Focus...focus... I release the arrow, sending it flying from my bow. I watch as it barely grazes the side of the target. "Dammmmn!" I scream. This was the 4th arrow that missed it's target, what was wrong with me today? I pull one more from the quiver that was strapped to my back and load it onto the bow. I pull back the string, my arm steady and strong. I let go and watch the arrow stick into the hand of the dummy, far from the heart, which I was aiming for. Frustrated, I throw my bow down and storm off, pushing a little kid that was observing out of my way.
Storming down the streets furious gets you noticed, real quick. Everyone I passed turned their heads to look at me. I stop and spin around to yell, "What the hell do you think your looking at?!" With that, everyone returns back to their business. Couldn't people just mind their own business? Finally, I reach my house. Walking in the door, I see my parents standing in the kitchen, drinking martinis with what looked like the mayor. They don't even acknowledge me as I head to my room.
I slam the door to my room, and turn the stereo up as loud as possible. Within seconds I hear my parents banging on the door, screaming obsenities at me and telling me to turn the volume down. With a loud groan I begrudgingly comply, turning it down some. I flop on my bed and spread out. I need a drink. I think to myself. And that wasn't a half-bad idea. I get up and go to my closet, I can't go out in my training clothes. I reach for a pink floral patterned dress that showed off my long legs. I match it with silver pumps. Heading out the door I mutter under my breath, "Bye Mum and Dad, don't wait up." I know they won't care about my absense.
My destination was the local club. There no one cared what age you were, if you could pay, you could drink. And I could definitely pay. You see, to make up for their neglegence, my parents throw me money left and right. To them, money solved everything. If I'm sick, 'give the girl some money.' Sad, 'Just give the girl some money. Angry, well, you get the point. Before I stormed out of the house, my father had slipped a hundred dollar bill under my bedroom door.
At the door of the club, I just smile and they let me in. I make a straight line towards the bar, pushing a few people out of the way as I do. I grab an empty stool and pull myself up into it. Looking at the bartender I say, "Orange juice and vodka" then I slap a five dollar bill on the counter. The bar isn't too crowded at the moment, however it is only 6. I grab the drink as the bartender slids it to me, and begin to slowly sip my alcoholic beverage. [/size] [/color]