Post by MICHAELA SHAW on Nov 6, 2009 22:52:52 GMT -6
just talk yourself up
A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N
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Life was just a large cycle. People come and go in her life, she was well used to it. It was a fact and mourning them was a pointless venture. Her parents want nothing to do with her now, but she was happy anyways. Her parents were disappointed that their daughter had ended up as a waitress and they didn't care that Michaela was rather satisfied with her life. Sure, she may not be the manager, she may not ever be her own boss, but she was happy with what she is. She could almost see her mother rolling her eyes at her now.
It didn't matter anyways. It was her life and she was going to live it however she wanted to. They lived in a relatively small town and even though they could pretend they didn't have a daughter, they'll hear about her. A wicked smile crossed Michaela's face, and she'll be sure to do things that will warrant them hearing about it. She can see the angry purple face of her father right now.
She wasn't normally such a brat, but she was her own being now and first, she must turn her back on her parents - even if that meant it will piss them off.
She was young, she was friendly, she was also a very, very bored waitress. Sitting at one of the nice fancy chairs for the hotel's guests, Michaela waited. It wasn't time for dinner and lunch had just ended. Her last guest had left just ten minutes ago. The other waitresses were bustling about, exchanging gossip and clearing tables. She had already cleared her assigned part of the restaurant.
Tapping her long fingernails on the tabletop, she sighed. She had forgotten to bring a book with her and she didn't feel like talking much lately - something that astounded and worried her coworkers. The day Michaela Shaw didn't feel like talking was the day she was dead, after all.
NOTES: waitress, derhhh WORDS: 328
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CREDIT: made by HEY BAYBAY !? at caution. [/center]