Post by ashley on May 29, 2009 18:11:30 GMT -5
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jamie renae lowe ;
{ closed for kyler perrin }
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The clock read noon already and Jamie was running late, still fretting around at her house. Minor things randomly repeatedly began to show up that kept her behind. Like the dog, well not random but still, that stared up at her next to his empty bowl. She sighed heavily and threw a couple of cups of kibble into it, patting the whining pit bull's head briefly. Then, she realized she forgot to take the clothes out of the dryer, and had to, to prevent them from being wrinkled. And God knows what havoc could be reeked if her clothes were wrinkled. Whatever else needed to be done after that was blown off. She grabbed her bag and keys, which also held her up seeing as she couldn't find them, and headed out. It was pretty quiet around the neighborhood as Jamie slipped the keys into the door of her blue Altima Coupe to unlock it. Only then to discover a long, silver scratch, made by a key, traveling down the side of her car. "What the fuck!" She cursed out loud before getting in and slamming the door. If only she could've gotten hold of the little brats who found it amusing to vandalize a perfectly amazing car. Then again, she used to be just like those little punks when she was in high school, especially after she dropped out and really had nothing to do every day. Jamie started the car, and reversed it, tires screeching as she veered right and sped down the street, out of the neighborhood.
She shoved a random CD, from one of her music cases, into the mouth of the audio system, letting the music envelop the car. She was now about five minutes away from Leila's, knowing Kyler would be waiting. If he knew her at all, he would have expected her to be late anyways. That fact made her laugh out loud as she slowed for a stoplight. But that didn't last long as she came upon unexpected road work that caused her to detour. Now it'd be ten minutes before she got there. "Damn it." Jamie muttered, swerving into the other lane and pushing it to twenty over the limit. She emitted a slow sigh and pushed the power button of her audio system to turn it off. Lady Gaga was getting far too annoying now that it's played every other song on the radio. She left her right hand on the wheel, propping her left elbow on the windowsill and played with the pink strand of her blond hair, how she usually does when she gets anxious. "How is it that I manage to be late after having like four hours of pre-planning? I'm always fucking late." She mumbled to herself, more like had a conversation with herself, as she turned into the parking lot of Leila's, hastily parking the Coupe in the first empty space she found. The ignition went silent and she stepped out, locking the car behind her as she headed toward the doors of the restaurant.
post status ; complete
tagged ; kyler perrin
word count ; 5o9
lyrics ; none usedd.
outfit ; clicky, 'cept curly hair like in my signaturee c:
extra ; sorreh it's so short. C:
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