Post by nymp on Apr 12, 2009 22:46:06 GMT -5
"We do not have to visit
a madhouse to find disordered
minds; our planet is the mental
institution of the universe."
Time was around five o-clock p.m. Right when her work was done at the house helping out her new father, the police officer of this part of New Orleans. How lucky for her that every time she'd get in trouble, her 'father' would know about it first. Ugh... but hey, he was a good protector and helped keep Lacy in line but still relaxed enough on her, giving her almost whatever she wanted. Anything from a new car reaching from limits to a KIA to a Jaguar with leather seats and spinners on the wheels. Oh yeah, that'd be nice. Yet, Lacy didn't like to drive plus she had stabbed some kid with a pencil and only made it worse by starting to slash the kid's wound with her driver's license. She got it taken away for a good year. Stupid 21-year-olds think they can do whatever they want...
So with her jacket barely on and the phone almost missing the hook has Lacy rushed to get out the house, call her dad, and get dressed at the same time, Lacy managed to get away from the small of cleanser before it got her to high. But she giggled all the way to a city street where it was OK for kids and teens to skate, meeting with a few people and rolling some new wheels on her board. So it left her still from 7 to 10 to do whatever she wanted. So what would you do?
Lacy cheated some drunk-off on the streets for a good 20 bucks and slammed her way into the movies; just paying for food and going around the back to get into the actual movie. Some comedy in which she got kicked out of for throwing food and pieces of paper she'd rip of the popcorn holder at a couple who wouldn't quit making out in front of her.
Two more hours left. Two hours what could you do? Smoke a little, swing, maybe break into someone's backyard and play with their new puppy dog. So in that two hours Lacy was able to do all that and fall asleep on a park bench, clouds covering her view of stars and the sparkling moon.
Of course it was already ticking past every clocks in town the horrid hour of Eleven -- one hour behind the gore hour of Midnight. Always the funnest night of the dark-day. Everyone gets more easy to scare, everyone becomes more afraid to go out, and the streets and parks are a lot less crowed; that's what Lacy fear. Oh if only she had went back home when her consciouses told her to. Her father always said, "Alrighty babe, be back around ten for me. I'll be out late as always and I need to wake up to that breakfast you always do." Yet, Lacy knew he'd be home and she thought she desevred some time away. But why this late at night did she need to stay up? Or at least a better question would be, why sit here on a rangy old bench that'll crack any minute under her?
Lacy sighed; another rain drop poured onto her head, sliding down her hair and on her back, finally landing on the wooden seat under her or absorbing itself into Lacy's jacket since she only had on a small top from a bikini she found. A pretty dark purple, throwing over a small yet at the same time, long jacket. A pair of wacky shoes and a simple pair of jeans. Yeah, not to much for a drop of rain to got into to. And now Lacy was starting to wish it had something to got in to. She was freezing cold and the weather looked like it was going to get worse. Thunder was being heard far out, a mere whisper to Lacy. She couldn't see lighting yet, but that heavy feeling in the air gave it away. Along with droplets of rain, there was no telling when it would pick up. And so now the only cover she had was a bra, pretty much, and a pair of tight skinny jeans. Home was miles away and she knew no friends to go over that were close to the park she now sat at. Just her and that stupid tree who's limbs kept making leaves on the branches rustle together; a huge tick-off of Lacy. Oh well, all friends had some kind of tick-off.
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