Post by darcieodwyer on Nov 4, 2010 2:41:57 GMT -8
We made plans to kiss the sun at night
Hopeless dreamers, hopeless types
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Hopeless dreamers, hopeless types
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[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]“Bloody effing shit of a car, don’t do this to me now,” Darcie groaned.
Perhaps she said it a little too late. The engine spluttered again, almost making a noise like a dying cat, even worse than the odd whirring noise it had been making before, before the engine cut out, leaving the vehicle rolling along the deserted suburban street by its own momentum. Slowly pressing her foot on the brake, and aiming it for the side of the road as best as she could, she managed to come to a shaky halt, not entirely straight on the road, the back end of her truck sticking somewhat haphazardly into the road.
Putting it in parking gear and throwing on the handbrake, Darcie jumped out, slamming the door shut forcefully and aiming an irritated kick at the front wheel. This was the last thing she needed. All of her money was going towards rent, Athena’s board and college fees. There was no way in hell she was going to be able to pay to get her car fixed from working at the Sugar Shack. Something was going to have to go. And it wasn’t going to be her living arrangements or her horse.
Well, she wasn’t going to get to the barn anytime soon. With a huff, she swung her petite frame up into the tray of her truck, leaning in a half sitting position against the cab roof, booted ankles crossed lazily in front of her. To top it all off, she had left her phone at home, realising after she had already left for Crossfire, but, well, hadn’t thought she’d actually need it at some point. Today just really wasn’t her day.
“If anything else is going to go wrong today, it better bloody well happen now. I can’t deal with this shit,” she said, to herself, leaning over, elbows on her thighs, resting her head in her hands, an angry groan escaping her lungs.
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