By ZoE
Date: 20 July 1999
Reincarnation
- grey eyed girl in the 1930s smoking a cigarette. Black hair and cat eyes. She didn't look their way but had them between her fingers. The funny thing is she didn't even know it.
- Wearing black, her blonde hair straight. She has a crush on Mc Jagger and a skinned knee, still staggering from her hangover. He helps her in the scratched
buick. He loves her. He knows she loves Mc Jagger better.
- She parks her car in front of Motel 6. She's wearing bell bottoms and a tank top. Her curly red hair tied back. It's 3:00 AM. She waits 2 hours, then decides to leave. He's not worth it.
- The baby won't stop crying. She's tired. Her blue eyes are dilated from caffine pills. Her mom kicked her out when she found out. She's got a pack of
gum and 5 bucks. The bottle's half empty and she can barely afford a cab. Her cut-offs too short reveal the bruises. She's glad he left. She could never break up with the creep. The baby's face reminds her of his and begins to sicken her.
- She ties her beat up converse shoes and irons her black hair straight. She puts on red lipstick. It looks stupid. She's wearing boy's clothes. She can't dress like a girl. How's she ever going to get a boyfriend?
- She pulls up her fishnet stockings and hikes up her skirt. "How much?" a 30 something man asks. "$80 a night." she says thinking about how mad her dad would be if he knew about this. Luckly she didn't live with him anymore. She was 15 and on her own, making money, living in the fast lane. It wasn't that bad except that a few of the guys had pounced on her and made her sore. She missed having friends and a mom and dad. Every night was all about how manybtimes she got laid which inevitably meant how much money she got.
- As she released the siringe she smiled. It was all about the quality and she had the hookup. Heroin wasn't a drug anymore to her. It was a necessity. She couldn't wake up without a quick fix. He woke up beside her every morning kissing her forhead. She wondered why he still loved her. He wondered the same thing. She became such a fiend at times but her adored her. Her eyes like blue snowcones.
- She sat in the corner of the lunchroom. No one talked to her. Since everyone found out she was sick, they were scared to be near her as if touching her was poison. She was dying and none of the kids seemed to care.
- She had a voice like butter sliding across a hot plate. Her lips were like almonds and her eyes like green pools on the moon. Every boy wanted to be near her. The funny thing was she didn't even like boys. She was more intrested in the cute girls.
- It had been a long day and she was ready to go to sleep.
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