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| Mercedes Cupid Moore |
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Group: Junior
Posts: 35
Member No.: 22
Joined: 9-October 07
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Today had not started good – at all and Mercedes knew it wasn’t going to end well either. She didn’t want to go to school; she didn’t want to sit through double algebra. She knew she was only going to end up falling asleep and getting in trouble. This would lead her to getting a detention, which would only make her even more stressed. Rian and Lilly had been talking about having another baby and to say Mercedes wasn’t exactly the happiest of bunnies would be as far from an understatement as you could happen. Sure she loved babies; but she hardly got enough sleep as it was. What happened if Lilly did get pregnant and had more then one baby? Sure they lived in a big enough house but Mercedes wasn’t actually interested in having another brother. A baby sister perhaps; but defiantly not another brother. Especially if he turned out anything like Johnny.
After showering, she’d slipped into her casual pair of fashionably ripped jeans and ran a brush through her hair as she’d searched for a nearby top that she could wear. This was the trouble with having a bedroom the size of Mercedes’. Everything got lost, and nothing ever got found. Only a week ago had she bought a Motley Crue tee-shirt from the 90’s and it had disappeared from her pile of washing. She suspected it was Johnny being his usually spiteful self and that he’d come into her room, stole all her favourite clothes and rip them up with his menacing pair of scissors. When she’d told her father about this idea, he’d cackled in her face and told her she was speaking out of her rear-end to which she’d gone off in a hump about and told her father to get lost in slightly more colourful words. She’d finally managed to find a black Mis-Fit’s tee-shirt and pull it over her head. It fitted nicely and well it had just come out of the wash so it’d smell alright.
Arriving at the school, she’d managed to skip through the hallways to her locker. Thankfully she hadn’t forgotten her locker code (for once) and stabbed in the code before brushing back her hair and checking her time-table. She did have double algebra; which would mean she would most defiantly be skipping the first two lessons of the day. Letting out a sigh she shoved her back-pack into the locker and pulled out her music player and sidekick 3. Shutting the locker door before everything fell out, she looked over her shoulder. She was well-known for her rebellious natures, and skipping was just one of the things that had made her so famous throughout the school. Where was she going to skip? In her car of course. Pulling the Mis-Fit’s tee-shirt down over her stomach, she slipped almost silently past classrooms so he didn’t get caught. Pulling her black sunglasses over her eyes, she pulled the keys out of her jeans pocket and opened the car. Slipping into the driver’s seat, she turned on the radio and smiled as The Mitchell Brother’s “Michael Jackson,” blasted out of the radio. Grinning, she slid down into her seat before erupting into choir, “ I wish I could move like Michael Jackson, spin around… ” she began before resting her head on her shoulder and falling asleep. Yes. She really was just that tired.
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you always seem to catch me when i'm lying about the stupidest of things stand there while i stab you in the back with words i never never ever should have taken this so far go ahead and buy yourelf a drink cause you know you're deserving of it go ahead and cry yourself to sleep and think how you hate me so bad MERCEDESCUPIDMOORE  |
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