Post by sheila on Apr 10, 2010 22:16:15 GMT -6
(@ WILMETTA! from caution )
-- cory bryce johnson. eighteen. senior. modeling.
Jasmine couldn't help but think about everything that had happened to her in the past week. She stared over at a cute couple walking on the street, she wished it could be that simple. Not that she needed a guy, she was quite capable of doing everything on her own. It was just that it sometimes got a little lonely to be the fifth wheel when all her best friends were on dates with their boyfriends and she was just there for the ride. She wondered what her life could be like if she didn't have to worry about this arranged marriage thing. Maybe she would have let more people into her life, not worrying about her father's approval would have made making friends and having boyfriends a lot easier. She probably would have been a lot happier too. Not that any of this nonsense occurred to her father, he was too busy trying to run the family business to sit and really pay attention to Jasmine and what she wanted.
There wasn't much to really look at in this store, and it took her a while to realize that. She sighed and put the shirt she had pretended to be interested in down. She stood there in silence just glancing down at it. She took a deep breath, maybe she felt like this shirt. It was probably thrown in the back of the closet and forgotten about until spring cleaning came around. Sure, it may have had some sentimental value at some point or another but now it was just some shirt and it was given away to this store to be sold again. Like her dad was going to give her away, basically she was being sold for his personal gain. She felt herself tearing up a little, she quickly wiped the tear and glanced around to make sure no one had seen her. She looked down at the shirt again, then finally began to turn around.
Now, it would have been nice if she could have just walked out of the store and forgotten all about this fiasco in this store, but no. It could never be that simple, could it? Every time she tried to run away, something had to happen so her father would find out. She was hit by a guy who looked to be around her age, if not a tiny bit older. She was so annoyed, she didn't even know what to do or say. "Watch where you're going!" She yelled at the guy. She started to get up, then brush the dirt off her clothes, but was interupted once again by him. This time, he grabbed onto her wrist and began to pull her along with him. She was so inflamed about this situation, the only thing she could think of doing was just screaming at him, "Oh my gosh! Let go of me! What the heck is your problem?!" She pulled away from him, stopping and holding her wrist. She glanced behind her when she heard two cops chasing them and yelling for them to stop where they were. "Great..." she mumbled under her breath then looked over to where the guy was, "Hey! Wait up!" She ran after him, there was no way she was getting into another horrible situation for her father to give her a lecture every day for the next month. She started speeding up, she didn't know what she was doing, but hopefully this guy did...
sheila. eighteen. eastern/atlantic.