http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/?feed=atom&target=Icyang3l&title=Special%3AContributionsCreate Your Own Story - User contributions [en]2026-10-23T12:44:11ZFrom Create Your Own StoryMediaWiki 1.15.1http://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Go_for_a_drive_and_think_about_itGo for a drive and think about it2014-04-26T02:21:56Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>As I'm driving I nearly hit a Himalayan cat and I frantically skid to a stop. Not a second passes before a teenaged girl runs out in front of my car screaming, <font color=violet> "Sorry!"<br />
<br />
<font color=black> I roll down my window, <br />
<font color=darkmagenta> "Is she okay? Are you okay? What is she doing out in the middle of the street?"<br />
<br />
<font color=black> The girl ushers me to park and then comes right up to my window. Her hair is tied back in a loose ponytail with a visor. She is wearing a blue polo T-shirt with a tiny cartoon cat on the front pocket. She is short of breath as she speaks, <font color=violet> "Like I said, I am so sorry. I actually work at this pet store that you are parked in front of and I was supposed to be giving one of the Labradors a bath, but Yoyo, the cat, escaped and I was just trying to catch her before my manager came back and noticed that I had messed up again. I'm really sorry ma'am."<br />
<br />
I nod my head and assure her that everything is fine and that she should take a deep breath.<br />
<font color=darkmagenta> "So you work at this pet store, huh?" <font color=black> I say, <font color=darkmagenta> "You guys hiring?"<br />
<br />
<font color=black> The girl smiles and takes a deep breath, <font color=violet> "Actually, we are. We are down now to only four workers, and so we are desperate to find others to fill up some of the shifts. I swear, my entire teenage life is this job! It's not all too bad though. I mean, I love animals. We don't just hire anyone though, you have to be committed to the animals. Our most important task is to make sure that all of the animals are taken care of to the upmost standards before they find good homes."<br />
<br />
<font color=darkmagenta> "I'm definitely interested. I've had animals my whole life growing up. How soon do you think I could get an interview? I'm in desperate need for a job." <font color=black> I suddenly regret that last part, unsure if it didn't make me seem as "committed to the animals" as she expected.<br />
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Thankfully, she didn't seem to notice. <font color=violet> "My manage Chris should be back in about fifteen minutes. We aren't busy today; I'm sure he would be willing to give you an interview."<br />
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Do you:<br />
*[[Take the nightclub job]]<br />
*[[Take the Pet Store job]]<br />
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[[Category: Life of Rayne]]</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Go_for_a_drive_and_think_about_itGo for a drive and think about it2014-04-26T02:21:00Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>As I'm driving I nearly hit a Himalayan cat and I frantically skid to a stop. Not a second passes before a teenaged girl runs out in front of my car screaming, <font color=violet> "Sorry!"<br />
<br />
<font color=black> I roll down my window, <br />
<font color=darkmagenta> "Is she okay? Are you okay? What is she doing out in the middle of the street?"<br />
<br />
<font color=black> The girl ushers me to park and then comes right up to my window. Her hair is tied back in a loose ponytail with a visor. She is wearing a blue polo T-shirt with a tiny cartoon cat on the front pocket. She is short of breath as she speaks, <font color=violet> "Like I said, I am so sorry. I actually work at this pet store that you are parked in front of and I was supposed to be giving one of the Labradors a bath, but Yoyo, the cat, escaped and I was just trying to catch her before my manager came back and noticed that I had messed up again. I'm really sorry ma'am."<br />
<br />
I nod my head and assure her that everything is fine and that she should take a deep breath.<br />
<font color=darkmagenta> "So you work at this pet store, huh?" <font color=black> I say, <font color=darkmagenta> "You guys hiring?"<br />
<br />
<font color=black> The girl smiles and takes a deep breath, <font color=violet> "Actually, we are. We are down now to only four workers, and so we are desperate to find others to fill up some of the shifts. I swear, my entire teenage life is this job! It's not all too bad though. I mean, I love animals. We don't just hire anyone though, you have to be committed to the animals. Our most important task is to make sure that all of the animals are taken care of to the upmost standards before they find good homes."<br />
<br />
<font color=darkmagenta> "I'm definitely interested. I've had animals my whole life growing up. How soon do you think I could get an interview? I'm in desperate need for a job." <font color=black> I suddenly regret that last part, unsure if it didn't make me seem as "committed to the animals" as she expected.<br />
<br />
Thankfully, she didn't seem to notice. <font color=violet> "My manage Chris should be back in about fifteen minutes. We aren't busy today; I'm sure he would be willing to give you an interview."<br />
<br />
<font color=black><br />
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Do you:<br />
*[[Take the nightclub job]]<br />
*[[Take the Pet Store job]]<br />
<br />
[[Category: Life of Rayne]]</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Go_for_a_drive_and_think_about_itGo for a drive and think about it2014-04-26T02:20:33Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>As I'm driving I nearly hit a Himalayan cat and I frantically skid to a stop. Not a second passes before a teenaged girl runs out in front of my car screaming, <font color=violet> "Sorry!"<br />
<br />
<font color=black> I roll down my window, <br />
<font color=darkmagenta> "Is she okay? Are you okay? What is she doing out in the middle of the street?"<br />
<br />
<font color=black> The girl ushers me to park and then comes right up to my window. Her hair is tied back in a loose ponytail with a visor. She is wearing a blue polo T-shirt with a tiny cartoon cat on the front pocket. She is short of breath as she speaks, <font color=violet> "Like I said, I am so sorry. I actually work at this pet store that you are parked in front of and I was supposed to be giving one of the Labradors a bath, but Yoyo, the cat, escaped and I was just trying to catch her before my manager came back and noticed that I had messed up again. I'm really sorry ma'am."<br />
<br />
I nod my head and assure her that everything is fine and that she should take a deep breath.<br />
<font color=darkmagenta> "So you work at this pet store, huh?" <font color=black> I say, <font color=darkmagenta> "You guys hiring?"<br />
<br />
<font color=black> The girl smiles and takes a deep breath, <font color=violet> "Actually, we are. We are down now to only four workers, and so we are desperate to find others to fill up some of the shifts. I swear, my entire teenage life is this job! It's not all too bad though. I mean, I love animals. We don't just hire anyone though, you have to be committed to the animals. Our most important task is to make sure that all of the animals are taken care of to the upmost standards before they find good homes."<br />
<br />
<font color=darkmagenta> "I'm definitely interested. I've had animals my whole life growing up. How soon do you think I could get an interview? I'm in desperate need for a job." <font color=black> I suddenly regret that last part, unsure if it didn't make me seem as "committed to the animals" as she expected.<br />
<br />
Thankfully, she didn't seem to notice. <font color=violet> "My manage Chris should be back in about fifteen minutes. We aren't busy today; I'm sure he would be willing to give you an interview."<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Do you:<br />
*[[Take the nightclub job]]<br />
*[[Take the Pet Store job]]<br />
<br />
[[Category: Life of Rayne]]</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Go_for_a_drive_and_think_about_itGo for a drive and think about it2014-04-26T02:18:47Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>As I'm driving I nearly hit a Himalayan cat and I frantically skid to a stop. Not a second passes before a teenaged girl runs out in front of my car screaming, <font color=violet> "Sorry!"<br />
<br />
<font color=black> I roll down my window, <br />
<font color=darkmagenta> "Is she okay? Are you okay? What is she doing out in the middle of the street?"<br />
<br />
<font color=black> The girl ushers me to park and then comes right up to my window. Her hair is tied back in a loose ponytail with a visor. She is wearing a blue polo T-shirt with a tiny cartoon cat on the front pocket. She is short of breath as she speaks, <font color=violet> "Like I said, I am so sorry. I actually work at this pet store that you are parked in front of and I was supposed to be giving one of the Labradors a bath, but Yoyo, the cat, escaped and I was just trying to catch her before my manager came back and noticed that I had messed up again. I'm really sorry ma'am."<br />
<br />
I nod my head and assure her that everything is fine and that she should take a deep breath.<br />
<font color=darkmagenta> "So you work at this pet store, huh?" <font color=black> I say, <font color=darkmagenta> "You guys hiring?"<br />
<br />
<font color=black> The girl smiles and takes a deep breath, <font color=violet> "Actually, we are. We are down now to only four workers, and so we are desperate to find others to fill up some of the shifts. I swear, my entire teenage life is this job! It's not all too bad though. I mean, I love animals. We don't just hire anyone though, you have to be committed to the animals. Our most important task is to make sure that all of the animals are taken care of to the upmost standards before they find good homes."<br />
<br />
<font color=darkmagenta> "I'm definitely interested. I've had animals my whole life growing up. How soon do you think I could get an interview? I'm in desperate need for a job." <font color=black> I suddenly regret that last part, unsure if it made me seem as "committed to the animals" as she expected.<br />
<br />
Thankfully, she didn't seem to notice. <font color=violet> "My manage Chris should be back in about fifteen minutes. We aren't busy today; I'm sure he would be willing to give you an interview."</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Go_for_a_drive_and_think_about_itGo for a drive and think about it2014-04-26T02:14:56Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>As I'm driving I nearly hit a Himalayan cat and I frantically skid to a stop. Not a second passes before a teenaged girl runs out in front of my car screaming, <font color=violet> "Sorry!"<br />
<br />
<font color=black> I roll down my window, <br />
<font color=darkmagenta> "Is she okay? Are you okay? What is she doing out in the middle of the street?"<br />
<br />
<font color=black> The girl ushers me to park and then comes right up to my window. Her hair is tied back in a loose ponytail with a visor. She is wearing a blue polo T-shirt with a tiny cartoon cat on the front pocket. She is short of breath as she speaks, <font color=violet> "Like I said, I am so sorry. I actually work at this pet store that you are parked in front of and I was supposed to be giving one of the Labradors a bath, but Yoyo, the cat, escaped and I was just trying to catch her before my manager came back and noticed that I had messed up again. I'm really sorry ma'am."<br />
<br />
I nod my head and assure her that everything is fine and that she should take a deep breath.<br />
<font color=darkmagenta> "So you work at this pet store, huh?" <font color=black> I say, <font color=darkmagenta> "You guys hiring?"<br />
<br />
<font color=black> The girl smiles and takes a deep breath, <font color=violet> "Actually, we are. We are down now to only four workers, and so we are desperate to find others to fill up some of the shifts. I swear, my entire teenage life is this job! It's not all too bad though. I mean, I love animals. We don't just hire anyone though, you have to be committed to the animals. Our most important task is to make sure that all of the animals are taken care of to the upmost standards before they find good homes."</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Go_for_a_drive_and_think_about_itGo for a drive and think about it2014-04-26T02:11:32Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>As I'm driving I nearly hit a Himalayan cat and I frantically skid to a stop. Not a second passes before a teenaged girl runs out in front of my car screaming, <font color=violet> "Sorry!"<br />
<br />
<font color=black> I roll down my window, <br />
<font color=darkmagenta> "Is she okay? Are you okay? What is she doing out in the middle of the street?"<br />
<br />
<font color=black> The girl ushers me to park and then comes right up to my window. Her hair is tied back in a loose ponytail with a visor. She is wearing a blue polo T-shirt with a tiny cartoon cat on the front pocket. She is short of breath as she speaks, <font color=violet> "Like I said, I am so sorry. I actually work at this pet store that you are parked in front of and I was supposed to be giving one of the Labradors a bath, but Yoyo, the cat, escaped and I was just trying to catch her before my manager came back and noticed that I had messed up again. I'm really sorry ma'am."<br />
<br />
I nod my head and assure her that everything is fine and that she should take a deep breath.<br />
<font color=darkmagenta> "So you work at this pet store, huh?" <font color=black> I say, <font color=darkmagenta> "You guys hiring?"</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Go_for_a_drive_and_think_about_itGo for a drive and think about it2014-04-26T02:09:45Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>As I'm driving I nearly hit a Himalayan cat and I frantically skid to a stop. Not a second passes before a teenaged girl runs out in front of my car screaming, <font color=violet> "Sorry!"<br />
<br />
<font color=black> I roll down my window, <br />
<font color=darkmagenta> "Is she okay? Are you okay? What is she doing out in the middle of the street?"<br />
<br />
<font color=black> The girl ushers me to park and then comes right up to my window. Her hair is tied back in a loose ponytail with a visor. She is wearing a blue polo T-shirt with a tiny cartoon cat on the front pocket. She is short of breath as she speaks, <font color=violet> "Like I said, I am so sorry. I actually work at this pet store that you are parked in front of and I was supposed to be giving one of the Labradors a bath, but Yoyo, the cat, escaped and I was just trying to catch her before my manager came back and noticed that I had messed up again. I'm really sorry ma'am."</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Go_for_a_drive_and_think_about_itGo for a drive and think about it2014-04-26T02:04:19Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>As I'm driving I nearly hit a Himalayan cat and I frantically skid to a stop. Not a second passes before a teenaged girl runs out in front of my car screaming, <font color=violet> "Sorry!"<br />
<br />
<font color=black> I roll down my window, <br />
<font color=darkmagenta> "Is she okay? Are you okay? What is she doing out in the middle of the street?"</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Go_for_a_drive_and_think_about_itGo for a drive and think about it2014-04-26T02:04:01Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>As I'm driving I nearly hit a Himalayan cat and I frantically skid to a stop. Not a second passes before a teenaged girl runs out in front of my car screaming, <font color=violet> "Sorry!"<br />
<br />
<font color=black> I roll down my window, <br />
<font color=dark magenta> "Is she okay? Are you okay? What is she doing out in the middle of the street?"</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Go_for_a_drive_and_think_about_itGo for a drive and think about it2014-04-26T02:03:42Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>As I'm driving I nearly hit a Himalayan cat and I frantically skid to a stop. Not a second passes before a teenaged girl runs out in front of my car screaming, <font color=violet> "Sorry!"<br />
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<font color=black> I roll down my window, <font color=dark magenta> "Is she okay? Are you okay? What is she doing out in the middle of the street?"</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Go_for_a_drive_and_think_about_itGo for a drive and think about it2014-04-26T02:01:51Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>As I'm driving I nearly hit a Himalayan cat and I frantically skid to a stop. Not a second passes before a teenaged girl runs out in front of my car screaming, <font color=indigo> "Sorry!"</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Go_for_a_drive_and_think_about_itGo for a drive and think about it2014-04-26T02:01:34Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>As I'm driving I nearly hit a Himalayan cat and I frantically skid to a stop. Not a second passes before a teenaged girl runs out in front of my car screaming, <font color=violet> "Sorry!"</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Go_for_a_drive_and_think_about_itGo for a drive and think about it2014-04-26T02:01:05Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>As I'm driving I nearly hit a Himalayan cat and I frantically skid to a stop. Not a second passes before a teenaged girl runs out in front of my car screaming, <font color=darkpink> "Sorry!"</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Go_for_a_drive_and_think_about_itGo for a drive and think about it2014-04-26T02:00:40Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>As I'm driving I nearly hit a Himalayan cat and I frantically skid to a stop. Not a second passes before a teenaged girl runs out in front of my car screaming, <font color=hot pink> "Sorry!"</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Go_for_a_drive_and_think_about_itGo for a drive and think about it2014-04-26T02:00:24Z<p>Icyang3l: Created page with 'As I'm driving I nearly hit a Himalayan cat and I frantically skid to a stop. Not a second passes before a teenaged girl runs out in front of my car screaming, <font color=pink> …'</p>
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<div>As I'm driving I nearly hit a Himalayan cat and I frantically skid to a stop. Not a second passes before a teenaged girl runs out in front of my car screaming, <font color=pink> "Sorry!"</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Job_HuntJob Hunt2014-04-25T02:23:35Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>After receiving the keys from Jessie, I pull out of the dealership and decide to take my car out for a test drive. <br />
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A few miles up and around the corner I find a nightclub. Plastered on one of the windows is a sign with big gold letters that reads: <font color=goldenrod> ''''''Help Wanted! ''In need of young people who are confident and unafraid to show a little skin. Good people skills are commendable, and if you have the heart of an entertainer then this job might be perfect for you! Our wages start off at $10 and go up with experience!''''''''<br />
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<font color=black> I re-read the requirements over and over again. This place obviously does not have a prestigious tone, but who am I to judge? Most of my old family and ''friends'' perceive me as a gutter rat. Trash. Dispensable. Taking this job would be one more thing to throw in their faces, and honestly, I would love to see their expressions! My mom would freak out. My sister would put me to shame. And my father, well, he wouldn't really be too surprised. <br />
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I consider the option and decide to drive around for a bit and think it through. The starting pay isn't too shabby, however I do wonder, just what kind of work would they expect me to do. The sign stated "show a little skin". ''Just how much is a little?''<br />
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*[[Go for a drive and think about it]]<br />
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[[Category: Life of Rayne]]</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Job_HuntJob Hunt2014-04-25T02:20:26Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>After receiving the keys from Jessie, I pull out of the dealership and decide to take my car out for a test drive. <br />
<br />
A few miles up and around the corner I find a nightclub. Plastered on one of the windows is a sign with big gold letters that reads: <font color=goldenrod> ''''''Help Wanted! ''In need of young people who are confident and unafraid to show a little skin. Good people skills are commendable, and if you have the heart of an entertainer then this job might be perfect for you! Our wages start off at $10 and go up with experience!''''''''<br />
<br />
<font color=black> I re-read the requirements over and over again. This place obviously does not have a prestigious tone, but who am I to judge? Most of my old family and ''friends'' perceive me as a gutter rat. Trash. Dispensable. Taking this job would be one more thing to throw in their faces, and honestly, I would love to see their expressions! My mom would freak out. My sister would put me to shame. And my father, well, he wouldn't really be too surprised. <br />
<br />
I consider the option and decide to drive around for a bit and think it through. The starting pay isn't too shabby, however I do wonder, just what kind of work would they expect me to do. The sign stated "show a little skin". ''Just how much is a little?''<br />
<br />
I decide to take a drive and think it over for a bit. As I'm making my way down Crest Hill, a very steep winding road, I nearly hit a man carrying a stack of newspapers. I skid to a sudden stop in the middle of the hill, my car continuing to slowly lurch forward. <br />
<br />
I turn to the man with the newspapers,<br />
<font color=darkmagenta> "What is wrong with you? I nearly killed you! You should know better than to high-tail it across Crest Hill while there are cars."<br />
<br />
<font color=black><br />
The man shook his head and grinned, <font color=gray> "Notice how you are the only car on this road, lady? You obviously passed up the construction sign. The city is trying to level it out more, and you are just messing up the gravel."</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Job_HuntJob Hunt2014-04-25T02:19:58Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>After receiving the keys from Jessie, I pull out of the dealership and decide to take my car out for a test drive. <br />
<br />
A few miles up and around the corner I find a nightclub. Plastered on one of the windows is a sign with big gold letters that reads: <font color=goldenrod> ''''''Help Wanted! ''In need of young people who are confident and unafraid to show a little skin. Good people skills are commendable, and if you have the heart of an entertainer then this job might be perfect for you! Our wages start off at $10 and go up with experience!''''''''<br />
<br />
<font color=black> I re-read the requirements over and over again. This place obviously does not have a prestigious tone, but who am I to judge? Most of my old family and ''friends'' perceive me as a gutter rat. Trash. Dispensable. Taking this job would be one more thing to throw in their faces, and honestly, I would love to see their expressions! My mom would freak out. My sister would put me to shame. And my father, well, he wouldn't really be too surprised. <br />
<br />
I consider the option and decide to drive around for a bit and think it through. The starting pay isn't too shabby, however I do wonder, just what kind of work would they expect me to do. The sign stated "show a little skin". ''Just how much is a little?''<br />
<br />
I decide to take a drive and think it over for a bit. As I'm making my way down Crest Hill, a very steep winding road, I nearly hit a man carrying a stack of newspapers. I skid to a sudden stop in the middle of the hill, my car continuing to slowly lurch forward. <br />
<br />
I turn to the man with the newspapers,<br />
<font color=dark magenta> "What is wrong with you? I nearly killed you! You should know better than to high-tail it across Crest Hill while there are cars."<br />
<br />
<font color=black> The man shook his head and grinned, <font color=gray> "Notice how you are the only car on this road, lady? You obviously passed up the construction sign. The city is trying to level it out more, and you are just messing up the gravel."</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Job_HuntJob Hunt2014-04-25T02:19:38Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>After receiving the keys from Jessie, I pull out of the dealership and decide to take my car out for a test drive. <br />
<br />
A few miles up and around the corner I find a nightclub. Plastered on one of the windows is a sign with big gold letters that reads: <font color=goldenrod> ''''''Help Wanted! ''In need of young people who are confident and unafraid to show a little skin. Good people skills are commendable, and if you have the heart of an entertainer then this job might be perfect for you! Our wages start off at $10 and go up with experience!''''''''<br />
<br />
<font color=black> I re-read the requirements over and over again. This place obviously does not have a prestigious tone, but who am I to judge? Most of my old family and ''friends'' perceive me as a gutter rat. Trash. Dispensable. Taking this job would be one more thing to throw in their faces, and honestly, I would love to see their expressions! My mom would freak out. My sister would put me to shame. And my father, well, he wouldn't really be too surprised. <br />
<br />
I consider the option and decide to drive around for a bit and think it through. The starting pay isn't too shabby, however I do wonder, just what kind of work would they expect me to do. The sign stated "show a little skin". ''Just how much is a little?''<br />
<br />
I decide to take a drive and think it over for a bit. As I'm making my way down Crest Hill, a very steep winding road, I nearly hit a man carrying a stack of newspapers. I skid to a sudden stop in the middle of the hill, my car continuing to slowly lurch forward. <br />
<br />
I turn to the man with the newspapers, <font color=dark magenta> <br />
"What is wrong with you? I nearly killed you! You should know better than to high-tail it across Crest Hill while there are cars."<br />
<br />
<font color=black> The man shook his head and grinned, <font color=gray> "Notice how you are the only car on this road, lady? You obviously passed up the construction sign. The city is trying to level it out more, and you are just messing up the gravel."</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Job_HuntJob Hunt2014-04-25T02:18:54Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>After receiving the keys from Jessie, I pull out of the dealership and decide to take my car out for a test drive. <br />
<br />
A few miles up and around the corner I find a nightclub. Plastered on one of the windows is a sign with big gold letters that reads: <font color=goldenrod> ''''''Help Wanted! ''In need of young people who are confident and unafraid to show a little skin. Good people skills are commendable, and if you have the heart of an entertainer then this job might be perfect for you! Our wages start off at $10 and go up with experience!''''''''<br />
<br />
<font color=black> I re-read the requirements over and over again. This place obviously does not have a prestigious tone, but who am I to judge? Most of my old family and ''friends'' perceive me as a gutter rat. Trash. Dispensable. Taking this job would be one more thing to throw in their faces, and honestly, I would love to see their expressions! My mom would freak out. My sister would put me to shame. And my father, well, he wouldn't really be too surprised. <br />
<br />
I consider the option and decide to drive around for a bit and think it through. The starting pay isn't too shabby, however I do wonder, just what kind of work would they expect me to do. The sign stated "show a little skin". ''Just how much is a little?''<br />
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I decide to take a drive and think it over for a bit. As I'm making my way down Crest Hill, a very steep winding road, I nearly hit a man carrying a stack of newspapers. I skid to a sudden stop in the middle of the hill, my car continuing to slowly lurch forward. <br />
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I turn to the man with the newspapers, <font color=dark magenta> "What is wrong with you? I nearly killed you! You should know better than to high-tail it across Crest Hill while there are cars."<br />
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<font color=black> The man shook his head and grinned, <font color=gray> "Notice how you are the only car on this road, lady? You obviously passed up the construction sign. The city is trying to level it out more, and you are just messing up the gravel."</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Stay_home_and_watch_televisionStay home and watch television2014-04-25T02:09:34Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>I decide to not make any more progress for today. I flop myself down on my futon and start scrolling the TV guide. The hotel offers all of its guests Y-Verse cable, which has thousands of channels. I've never seen so many channels in my lifetime. When I was a little girl, we only had basic cable and Saturday morning cartoons ''which were the best''.<br />
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. . .<br />
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I hadn't realized that I had actually fallen asleep until a loud '''thump''' woke me up. Suddenly I heard screaming that seemed to be coming from an older woman right outside my room. I looked out my peephole to see an older woman trying to get away from a younger man who was pushing her up against my door. <br />
<br />
I banged on the door and yelled, <font color=darkmagenta> "Stop!"<br />
<font color=black> The man seem to have backed off and I swung the door open. The older woman practically fell into my arms. She was so small, with wispy graying hair. He, on the other hand, was very tall, skinny, and broad shouldered.<br />
<br />
I gasped in horror as he pulled out a gun and aimed in at my face, <font color=bloodred> "You should've stayed inside your little room, bitch. You shouldn't interfere with the real world."<br />
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<font color=black> I hear a faint yelp escape my throat, a very loud ''bang'', and then silence.<br />
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. Rayne has died. <br />
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*[[Start Over]]<br />
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[[Category:Life of Rayne]]</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Job_HuntJob Hunt2014-04-24T19:35:16Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>After receiving the keys from Jessie, I pull out of the dealership and decide to take my car out for a test drive. <br />
<br />
A few miles up and around the corner I find a nightclub. Plastered on one of the windows is a sign with big gold letters that reads: <font color=goldenrod> ''''''Help Wanted! ''In need of young people who are confident and unafraid to show a little skin. Good people skills are commendable, and if you have the heart of an entertainer then this job might be perfect for you! Our wages start off at $10 and go up with experience!''''''''<br />
<br />
<font color=black> I re-read the requirements over and over again. This place obviously does not have a prestigious tone, but who am I to judge? Most of my old family and ''friends'' perceive me as a gutter rat. Trash. Dispensable. Taking this job would be one more thing to throw in their faces, and honestly, I would love to see their expressions! My mom would freak out. My sister would put me to shame. And my father, well, he wouldn't really be too surprised. <br />
<br />
I consider the option and decide to drive around for a bit and think it through. The starting pay isn't too shabby, however I do wonder, just what kind of work would they expect me to do. The sign stated "show a little skin". ''Just how much is a little?''</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Job_HuntJob Hunt2014-04-24T19:34:31Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>After receiving the keys from Jessie, I pull out of the dealership and decide to take my car out for a test drive. <br />
<br />
A few miles up and around the corner I find a nightclub. Plastered on one of the windows is a sign with big gold letters that reads: <font color=goldenrod> ''''''Help Wanted! ''In need of young people who are confident and unafraid to show a little skin. Good people skills are commendable, and if you have the heart of an entertainer then this job might be perfect for you! Our wages start off at $10 and go up with experience!''''''''<br />
<br />
I re-read the requirements over and over again. This place obviously does not have a prestigious tone, but who am I to judge? Most of my old family and ''friends'' perceive me as a gutter rat. Trash. Dispensable. Taking this job would be one more thing to throw in their faces, and honestly, I would love to see their expressions! My mom would freak out. My sister would put me to shame. And my father, well, he wouldn't really be too surprised. <br />
<br />
I consider the option and decide to drive around for a bit and think it through. The starting pay isn't too shabby, however I do wonder, just what kind of work would they expect me to do. The sign stated "show a little skin", ''Just how much is a little?''</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Job_HuntJob Hunt2014-04-24T19:28:23Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>After receiving the keys from Jessie, I pull out of the dealership and decide to take my car out for a test drive. <br />
<br />
A few miles up and around the corner I find a nightclub. Plastered on one of the windows is a sign with big gold letters that reads: <font color=goldenrod> ''''''Help Wanted! ''In need of young people who are confident and unafraid to show a little skin. Good people skills are commendable, and if you have the heart of an entertainer then this job might be perfect for you! Our wages start off at $10 and go up with experience!''''''''</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Job_HuntJob Hunt2014-04-24T19:28:01Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>After receiving the keys from Jessie, I pull out of the dealership and decide to take my car out for a test drive. <br />
<br />
A few miles up and around the corner I find a nightclub. Plastered on one of the windows is a sign with big gold letters that reads: <font color=goldenrod> '''Help Wanted! ''In need of young people who are confident and unafraid to show a little skin. Good people skills are commendable, and if you have the heart of an entertainer then this job might be perfect for you! Our wages start off at $10 and go up with experience!'''''</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Job_HuntJob Hunt2014-04-24T19:27:42Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>After receiving the keys from Jessie, I pull out of the dealership and decide to take my car out for a test drive. <br />
<br />
A few miles up and around the corner I find a nightclub. Plastered on one of the windows is a sign with big gold letters that reads: <font color=goldenrod> '''Help Wanted! In need of young people who are confident and unafraid to show a little skin. Good people skills are commendable, and if you have the heart of an entertainer then this job might be perfect for you! Our wages start off at $10 and go up with experience!'''</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Job_HuntJob Hunt2014-04-24T19:27:24Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>After receiving the keys from Jessie, I pull out of the dealership and decide to take my car out for a test drive. <br />
<br />
A few miles up and around the corner I find a nightclub. Plastered on one of the windows is a sign with big gold letters that reads: <font color=gold> '''Help Wanted! In need of young people who are confident and unafraid to show a little skin. Good people skills are commendable, and if you have the heart of an entertainer then this job might be perfect for you! Our wages start off at $10 and go up with experience!'''</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Job_HuntJob Hunt2014-04-24T19:27:01Z<p>Icyang3l: Created page with 'After receiving the keys from Jessie, I pull out of the dealership and decide to take my car out for a test drive. A few miles up and around the corner I find a nightclub. Plas…'</p>
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<div>After receiving the keys from Jessie, I pull out of the dealership and decide to take my car out for a test drive. <br />
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A few miles up and around the corner I find a nightclub. Plastered on one of the windows is a sign with big fuschia letters that reads: <font color=fuschia> '''Help Wanted! In need of young people who are confident and unafraid to show a little skin. Good people skills are commendable, and if you have the heart of an entertainer then this job might be perfect for you! Our wages start off at $10 and go up with experience!'''</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Head_to_the_%22Mc%27Chanic_Boys%22_DealershipHead to the "Mc'Chanic Boys" Dealership2014-04-24T19:17:13Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>In ten minutes, I am standing in fromt of Mc'Chanic Boys dealership. Out in front, washing a very rusted Hyundai Sonata with a missing tire, is a man in his mid-forties with graying black hair and a Mario-styled mustache.<br />
<br />
He doesn't seem very friendly from this distance. I can hear him grunt every few seconds in agitation. I approach him cautiously, careful not to disturb him from his work.<br />
After what seems like forever, he wipes the sweat of his forehead and turns in my direction.<br />
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<font color=orange> "Howdy there, girl! How long have you been waitin'? <br />
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<font color=darkmagenta> "Oh not too long," <font color=black> I lie.<br />
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He laughs whole-heartedly. <font color=orange> "Ya know, you didn't have to wait for me, honey. I'm a lil' hard of hearin' these days. What can I do you for? You lookin' for Fritz? My grandson always got nice little ladies like you lookin' for him. I'll tell you what though, he's a player for sure." <font color=black> He shakes his head and tilts his hat. <font color=orange> "My name is Jessie. I'm the head owner of this here dealership. I'd shake your hand in aquaintance, honey, but you don't want to touch these greasey fingers." <font color=black> He chuckles.<br />
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I force a laugh; it sounds convincing. <font color=darkmagenta> "No, no. I'm just here to find a car. I don't need anything too fancy. Just something small, reliable, and good on gas."<br />
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<font color=black> Jessie nodds and ushers me to follow him around back.<br />
<font color=orange> "For most people, I just sell em' whatever I feel like selling em'. That's how I maintain a living. But you seem like a nice little lady going through some personal troubles. I can see it in your eyes."<br />
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<font color=black> I rest my eyes on the ground. ''Is it really that obvious?''<br />
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<font color=orange> "No need to trouble yourself though, honey. I don't judge. I got no reason or right to. We all got problems, honey. I'm willing to maybe lessen yours though. See, I've been working on this 2002 Nissan Altima for some time now. It's still got a few scratches but it runs just fine. It's got an automatic transmission. It's only real problem is that you have to unlock and lock all of the doors manually. It's only got 103,000 miles on it and it's a real nice baby blue color. Just perfect for a small girl like yourself, honey."<br />
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<font color=black> I smile, widely. <font color=darkmagenta> "That sounds perfect! How much are we talking here?"<br />
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<font color=orange> "Well little lady, normally I would price one of these beauties for a good $5500, but you can have it for $2500."<br />
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<font color=black> ''That's just within my price range!'' <font color=darkmagenta> "I'll take it, Jessie! Thank you so much! You won't believe how long I've had to rely on walking everywhere."<br />
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<font color=black> Jessie's expression shows confusion, but he just shrugs. <font color=orange> "No problem, honey."<br />
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*[[Job Hunt | Find a job]]<br />
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[[Category:Life of Rayne]]</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Head_to_the_%22Mc%27Chanic_Boys%22_DealershipHead to the "Mc'Chanic Boys" Dealership2014-04-24T19:15:22Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>In ten minutes, I am standing in fromt of Mc'Chanic Boys dealership. Out in front, washing a very rusted Hyundai Sonata with a missing tire, is a man in his mid-forties with graying black hair and a Mario-styled mustache.<br />
<br />
He doesn't seem very friendly from this distance. I can hear him grunt every few seconds in agitation. I approach him cautiously, careful not to disturb him from his work.<br />
After what seems like forever, he wipes the sweat of his forehead and turns in my direction.<br />
<br />
<font color=orange> "Howdy there, girl! How long have you been waitin'? <br />
<br />
<font color=darkmagenta> "Oh not too long," <font color=black> I lie.<br />
<br />
He laughs whole-heartedly. <font color=orange> "Ya know, you didn't have to wait for me, honey. I'm a lil' hard of hearin' these days. What can I do you for? You lookin' for Fritz? My grandson always got nice little ladies like you lookin' for him. I'll tell you what though, he's a player for sure." <font color=black> He shakes his head and tilts his hat. <font color=orange> "My name is Jessie. I'm the head owner of this here dealership. I'd shake your hand in aquaintance, honey, but you don't want to touch these greasey fingers." <font color=black> He chuckles.<br />
<br />
I force a laugh; it sounds convincing. <font color=darkmagenta> "No, no. I'm just here to find a car. I don't need anything too fancy. Just something small, reliable, and good on gas."<br />
<br />
<font color=black> Jessie nodds and ushers me to follow him around back.<br />
<font color=orange> "For most people, I just sell em' whatever I feel like selling em'. That's how I maintain a living. But you seem like a nice little lady going through some personal troubles. I can see it in your eyes."<br />
<br />
<font color=black> I rest my eyes on the ground. ''Is it really that obvious?''<br />
<br />
<font color=orange> "No need to trouble yourself though, honey. I don't judge. I got no reason or right to. We all got problems, honey. I'm willing to maybe lessen yours though. See, I've been working on this 2002 Nissan Altima for some time now. It's still got a few scratches but it runs just fine. It's got an automatic transmission. It's only real problem is that you have to unlock and lock all of the doors manually. It's only got 103,000 miles on it and it's a real nice baby blue color. Just perfect for a small girl like yourself, honey."<br />
<br />
<font color=black> I smile, widely. <font color=darkmagenta> "That sounds perfect! How much are we talking here?"<br />
<br />
<font color=orange> "Well little lady, normally I would price one of these beauties for a good $5500, but you can have it for $2500."<br />
<br />
<font color=black> ''That's just within my price range!'' <font color=darkmagenta> "I'll take it, Jessie! Thank you so much! You won't believe how long I've had to rely on walking everywhere."<br />
<br />
<font color=black> Jessie's expression shows confusion, but he just shrugs. <font color=orange> "No problem, honey."<br />
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*[[Life of Rayne | Find a job]]</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Start_OverStart Over2014-04-24T19:14:00Z<p>Icyang3l: Created page with '<font color=darkgreen>"How long do you plan on staying, Rayne?" <font color=black> I look Sylvia, the head of the hotel management, directly in the eye. Inside my stomach churns…'</p>
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<div><font color=darkgreen>"How long do you plan on staying, Rayne?"<br />
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<font color=black> I look Sylvia, the head of the hotel management, directly in the eye. Inside my stomach churns ''I hate lying'', but it comes so naturally; it's as if every lie that I've ever told, some part of me believes it to be true.<br />
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Easily I say, <font color=darkmagenta> "Only for a few months. Three or four at the most. I just need some time to get back up on my feet."<font color=black> I smile.<br />
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My insides feel grotesque. Fearing the excuses I will have to make when she begins to suspect that I don't actually plan on leaving so soon, a suspicion that proves true. I'm running away. I'm running away from my parents who have always expected more out of their academically gifted daughter. I'm running away from my 17 year old sister, Rosalie, who thinks I need to better evaluate my decisions before I make them. ''What does she know? She's seventeen!'' I'm running away from the drugs that have caused me to lose almost sixty pounds this past year, ''at least I think I am.'' And lastly, I'm running away from Trent, my abusive ex-boyfriend of six years who first introduced me to the wonderful world of crystal meth. <br />
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Sylvia interrupts my thoughts, <font color=darkgreen>"So the rent for this room is $350/month. It has a full running bathroom and kitchen. The living room is your bedroom, much like a studio apartment. The space is small, sure, but you won't find another room in this hotel much bigger than this for less than $750. And as we discussed before, that in not in your price range."<font color=black>" Sylvia smiles defiantly and then leaves the room with a final,<font color=darkgreen>"Good luck and happy living!"<br />
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<font color=black> I gaze around my new apartment. My surprisingly comfortable futon sits in one corner with a small television set and radio in front of it. The kitchen is small, but efficient. The bathroom has no tub, only a shower. I can't complain, at the age of 23, I finally have a place to call my own.<br />
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I consider what to do next.<br />
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Do you:<br />
*[[Go out and buy yourself transportation]]<br />
*[[Stay home and watch television]]<br />
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[[Category:Life of Rayne]]</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Stay_home_and_watch_televisionStay home and watch television2014-04-24T19:13:41Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>I decide to not make any more progress for today. I flop myself down on my futon and start scrolling the TV guide. The hotel offers all of its guests Y-Verse cable, which has thousands of channels. I've never seen so many channels in my lifetime. When I was a little girl, we only had basic cable and Saturday morning cartoons ''which were the best''.<br />
<br />
. . .<br />
<br />
I hadn't realized that I had actually fallen asleep until a loud '''thump''' woke me up. Suddenly I heard screaming that seemed to be coming from an older woman right outside my room. I looked out my peephole to see an older woman trying to get away from a younger man who was pushing her up against my door. <br />
<br />
I banged on the door and yelled, <font color=darkmagenta> "Stop!"<br />
<font color=black> The man seem to have backed off and I swung the door open. The older woman practically fell into my arms. She was so small, with wispy graying hair. He, on the other hand, was very tall, skinny, and broad shouldered.<br />
<br />
I gasped in horror as he pulled out a gun and aimed in at my face, <font color=bloodred> "You should've stayed inside your little room, bitch. You shouldn't interfere with the real world."<br />
<br />
<font color=black> I heard a faint yelp escape my throat, a very loud ''bang'', and then silence.<br />
<br />
. Rayne has died. <br />
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*[[Start Over]]<br />
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[[Category:Life of Rayne]]</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Stay_home_and_watch_televisionStay home and watch television2014-04-24T19:11:05Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>I decide to not make any more progress for today. I flop myself down on my futon and start scrolling the TV guide. The hotel offers all of its guests Y-Verse cable, which has thousands of channels. I've never seen so many channels in my lifetime. When I was a little girl, we only had basic cable and Saturday morning cartoons ''which were the best''.<br />
<br />
. . .<br />
<br />
I hadn't realized that I had actually fallen asleep until a loud '''thump''' woke me up. Suddenly I heard screaming that seemed to be coming from an older woman right outside my room. I looked out my peephole to see an older woman trying to get away from a younger man who was pushing her up against my door. <br />
<br />
I banged on the door and yelled, <font color=darkmagenta> "Stop!"<br />
<font color=black> The man seem to have backed off and I swung the door open. The older woman practically fell into my arms. She was so small, with wispy graying hair. He, on the other hand, was very tall, skinny, and broad shouldered.<br />
<br />
I gasped in horror as he pulled out a gun and aimed in at my face, <font color=bloodred> "You should've stayed inside your little room, bitch. You shouldn't interfere with the real world."<br />
<br />
<font color=black> I heard a faint yelp escape my throat, a very loud ''bang'', and then silence.<br />
<br />
. Rayne has died. .</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Stay_home_and_watch_televisionStay home and watch television2014-04-24T19:05:34Z<p>Icyang3l: Created page with 'I decide to not make any more progress for today. I flop myself down on my futon and start scrolling the TV guide. The hotel offers all of its guests Y-Verse cable, which has tho…'</p>
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<div>I decide to not make any more progress for today. I flop myself down on my futon and start scrolling the TV guide. The hotel offers all of its guests Y-Verse cable, which has thousands of channels. I've never seen so many channels in my lifetime. When I was a little girl, we only had basic cable and Saturday morning cartoons ''which were the best''.<br />
<br />
. . .<br />
<br />
I hadn't realized that I had actually fallen asleep until a loud '''thump''' woke me up. Suddenly I heard screaming that seemed to be coming from an older woman right outside my room. I looked out my peephole to see an older woman trying to get away from a younger man who was pushing her up against my door. <br />
<br />
I banged on the door and yelled, <font color=darkmagenta> "Stop!"<br />
<font color=black> The man seem to have backed off and I swung the door open. The older woman practically fell into my arms. She was so small, with wispy graying hair. He, on the other hand, was very tall, skinny, and broad shouldered.</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Head_to_the_%22Mc%27Chanic_Boys%22_DealershipHead to the "Mc'Chanic Boys" Dealership2014-04-24T18:53:28Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>In ten minutes, I am standing in fromt of Mc'Chanic Boys dealership. Out in front, washing a very rusted Hyundai Sonata with a missing tire, is a man in his mid-forties with graying black hair and a Mario-styled mustache.<br />
<br />
He doesn't seem very friendly from this distance. I can hear him grunt every few seconds in agitation. I approach him cautiously, careful not to disturb him from his work.<br />
After what seems like forever, he wipes the sweat of his forehead and turns in my direction.<br />
<br />
<font color=orange> "Howdy there, girl! How long have you been waitin'? <br />
<br />
<font color=darkmagenta> "Oh not too long," <font color=black> I lie.<br />
<br />
He laughs whole-heartedly. <font color=orange> "Ya know, you didn't have to wait for me, honey. I'm a lil' hard of hearin' these days. What can I do you for? You lookin' for Fritz? My grandson always got nice little ladies like you lookin' for him. I'll tell you what though, he's a player for sure." <font color=black> He shakes his head and tilts his hat. <font color=orange> "My name is Jessie. I'm the head owner of this here dealership. I'd shake your hand in aquaintance, honey, but you don't want to touch these greasey fingers." <font color=black> He chuckles.<br />
<br />
I force a laugh; it sounds convincing. <font color=darkmagenta> "No, no. I'm just here to find a car. I don't need anything too fancy. Just something small, reliable, and good on gas."<br />
<br />
<font color=black> Jessie nodds and ushers me to follow him around back.<br />
<font color=orange> "For most people, I just sell em' whatever I feel like selling em'. That's how I maintain a living. But you seem like a nice little lady going through some personal troubles. I can see it in your eyes."<br />
<br />
<font color=black> I rest my eyes on the ground. ''Is it really that obvious?''<br />
<br />
<font color=orange> "No need to trouble yourself though, honey. I don't judge. I got no reason or right to. We all got problems, honey. I'm willing to maybe lessen yours though. See, I've been working on this 2002 Nissan Altima for some time now. It's still got a few scratches but it runs just fine. It's got an automatic transmission. It's only real problem is that you have to unlock and lock all of the doors manually. It's only got 103,000 miles on it and it's a real nice baby blue color. Just perfect for a small girl like yourself, honey."<br />
<br />
<font color=black> I smile, widely. <font color=darkmagenta> "That sounds perfect! How much are we talking here?"<br />
<br />
<font color=orange> "Well little lady, normally I would price one of these beauties for a good $5500, but you can have it for $2500."<br />
<br />
<font color=black> ''That's just within my price range!'' <font color=darkmagenta> "I'll take it, Jessie! Thank you so much! You won't believe how long I've had to rely on walking everywhere."<br />
<br />
<font color=black> Jessie's expression shows confusion, but he just shrugs. <font color=orange> "No problem, honey."<br />
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He doesn't seem very friendly from this distance. I can hear him grunt every few seconds in agitation. I approach him cautiously, careful not to disturb him from his work.<br />
After what seems like forever, he wipes the sweat of his forehead and turns in my direction.<br />
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<font color=orange> "Howdy there, girl! How long have you been waitin'? <br />
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<font color=darkmagenta> "Oh not too long," <font color=black> I lie.<br />
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He laughs whole-heartedly. <font color=orange> "Ya know, you didn't have to wait for me, honey. I'm a lil' hard of hearin' these days. What can I do you for? You lookin' for Fritz? My grandson always got nice little ladies like you lookin' for him. I'll tell you what though, he's a player for sure." <font color=black> He shakes his head and tilts his hat. <font color=orange> "My name is Jessie. I'm the head owner of this here dealership. I'd shake your hand in aquaintance, honey, but you don't want to touch these greasey fingers." <font color=black> He chuckles.<br />
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I force a laugh; it sounds convincing. <font color=darkmagenta> "No, no. I'm just here to find a car. I don't need anything too fancy. Just something small, reliable, and good on gas."<br />
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<font color=black> Jessie nodds and ushers me to follow him around back.<br />
<font color=orange> "For most people, I just sell em' whatever I feel like selling em'. That's how I maintain a living. But you seem like a nice little lady going through some personal troubles. I can see it in your eyes."<br />
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<font color=black> I rest my eyes on the ground. ''Is it really that obvious?''<br />
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<font color=orange> "No need to trouble yourself though, honey. I don't judge. I got no reason or right to. We all got problems, honey. I'm willing to maybe lessen yours though. See, I've been working on this 2002 Nissan Altima for some time now. It's still got a few scratches but it runs just fine. It's got an automatic transmission. It's only real problem is that you have to unlock and lock all of the doors manually. It's only got 103,000 miles on it and it's a real nice baby blue color. Just perfect for a small girl like yourself, honey."<br />
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<font color=black> I smile, widely. <font color=darkmagenta> "That sounds perfect! How much are we talking here?"<br />
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<font color=orange> "Well little lady, normally I would price one of these beauties for a good $5500, but I will sell it to you for $2500."<br />
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*[[Life of Rayne | Get a job]]</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Head_to_the_%22Mc%27Chanic_Boys%22_DealershipHead to the "Mc'Chanic Boys" Dealership2014-04-24T15:29:37Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>In ten minutes, I am standing in fromt of Mc'Chanic Boys dealership. Out in front, washing a very rusted Hyundai Sonata with a missing tire, is a man in his mid-forties with graying black hair and a Mario-styled mustache.<br />
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He doesn't seem very friendly from this distance. I can hear him grunt every few seconds in agitation. I approach him cautiously, careful not to disturb him from his work.<br />
After what seems like forever, he wipes the sweat of his forehead and turns in my direction.<br />
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<font color=orange> "Howdy there, girl! How long have you been waitin'? <br />
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<font color=darkmagenta> "Oh not too long," <font color=black> I lie.<br />
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He laughs whole-heartedly. <font color=orange> "Ya know, you didn't have to wait for me, honey. I'm a lil' hard of hearin' these days. What can I do you for? You lookin' for Fritz? My grandson always got nice little ladies like you lookin' for him. I'll tell you what though, he's a player for sure." <font color=black> He shakes his head and tilts his hat. <font color=orange> "My name is Jessie. I'm the head owner of this here dealership. I'd shake your hand in aquaintance, honey, but you don't want to touch these greasey fingers." <font color=black> He chuckles.<br />
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I force a laugh; it sounds convincing. <font color=darkmagenta> "No, no. I'm just here to find a car. I don't need anything too fancy. Just something small, reliable, and good on gas."<br />
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<font color=black> Jessie nodds and ushers me to follow him around back.<br />
<font color=orange> "For most people, I just sell em' whatever I feel like selling em'. That's how I maintain a living. But you seem like a nice little lady going through some personal troubles. I can see it in your eyes."<br />
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<font color=black> I rest my eyes on the ground. ''Is it really that obvious?''<br />
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<font color=orange> "No need to trouble yourself though, honey. I don't judge. I got no reason or right to. We all got problems, honey. I'm willing to maybe lessen yours though. See, I've been working on this 2002 Nissan Altima for some time now. It's still got a few scratches but it runs just fine. It's got an automatic transmission. It's only real problem is that you have to unlock and lock all of the doors manually. It's only got 103,000 miles on it and it's a real nice baby blue color. Just perfect for a small girl like yourself, honey."<br />
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<font color=black> I smile, widely. <font color=darkmagenta> "That sounds perfect! How much are we talking here?"<br />
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*[[Life of Rayne | Get a job]]</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Head_to_the_%22Mc%27Chanic_Boys%22_DealershipHead to the "Mc'Chanic Boys" Dealership2014-04-24T15:28:57Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>In ten minutes, I am standing in fromt of Mc'Chanic Boys dealership. Out in front, washing a very rusted Hyundai Sonata with a missing tire, is a man in his mid-forties with graying black hair and a Mario-styled mustache.<br />
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He doesn't seem very friendly from this distance. I can hear him grunt every few seconds in agitation. I approach him cautiously, careful not to disturb him from his work.<br />
After what seems like forever, he wipes the sweat of his forehead and turns in my direction.<br />
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<font color=orange> "Howdy there, girl! How long have you been waitin'? <br />
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<font color=darkmagenta> "Oh not too long," <font color=black> I lie.<br />
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He laughs whole-heartedly. <font color=orange> "Ya know, you didn't have to wait for me, honey. I'm a lil' hard of hearin' these days. What can I do you for? You lookin' for Fritz? My grandson always got nice little ladies like you lookin' for him. I'll tell you what though, he's a player for sure." <font color=black> He shakes his head and tilts his hat. <font color=orange> "My name is Jessie. I'm the head owner of this here dealership. I'd shake your hand in aquaintance, honey, but you don't want to touch these greasey fingers." <font color=black> He chuckles.<br />
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I force a laugh; it sounds convincing. <font color=darkmagenta> "No, no. I'm just here to find a car. I don't need anything too fancy. Just something small, reliable, and good on gas."<br />
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<font color=black> Jessie nodds and ushers me to follow him around back.<br />
<font color=orange> "For most people, I just sell em' whatever I feel like selling em'. That's how I maintain a living. But you seem like a nice little lady going through some personal troubles. I can see it in your eyes."<br />
<font color=black> I rest my eyes on the ground. ''Is it really that obvious?''<br />
<font color=orange> "No need to trouble yourself though, honey. I don't judge. I got no reason or right to. We all got problems, honey. I'm willing to maybe lessen yours though. See, I've been working on this 2002 Nissan Altima for some time now. It's still got a few scratches but it runs just fine. It's got an automatic transmission. It's only real problem is that you have to unlock and lock all of the doors manually. It's only got 103,000 miles on it and it's a real nice baby blue color. Just perfect for a small girl like yourself, honey."<br />
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<font color=black> I smile, widely. <font color=darkmagenta> "That sounds perfect! How much are we talking here?"<br />
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*[[Life of Rayne | Get a job]]</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Head_to_the_%22Mc%27Chanic_Boys%22_DealershipHead to the "Mc'Chanic Boys" Dealership2014-04-24T15:15:12Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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He doesn't seem very friendly from this distance. I can hear him grunt every few seconds in agitation. I approach him cautiously, careful not to disturb him from his work.<br />
After what seems like forever, he wipes the sweat of his forehead and turns in my direction.<br />
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<font color=orange> "Howdy there, girl! How long have you been waitin'? <br />
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<font color=darkmagenta> "Oh not too long," <font color=black> I lie.<br />
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He laughs whole-heartedly. <font color=orange> "Ya know, you didn't have to wait for me, honey. I'm a lil' hard of hearin' these days. What can I do you for? You lookin' for Fritz? My grandson always got nice little ladies like you lookin' for him. I'll tell you what though, he's a player for sure." <font color=black> He shakes his head and tilts his hat. <font color=orange> "My name is Jessie. I'm the head owner of this here dealership. I'd shake your hand in aquaintance, honey, but you don't want to touch these greasey fingers." <font color=black> He chuckles.<br />
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*[[Life of Rayne | Get a job]]</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Head_to_the_%22Mc%27Chanic_Boys%22_DealershipHead to the "Mc'Chanic Boys" Dealership2014-04-24T15:14:51Z<p>Icyang3l: </p>
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<div>In ten minutes, I am standing in fromt of Mc'Chanic Boys dealership. Out in front, washing a very rusted Hyundai Sonata with a missing tire, is a man in his mid-forties with graying black hair and a Mario-styled mustache.<br />
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He doesn't seem very friendly from this distance. I can hear him grunt every few seconds in agitation. I approach him cautiously, careful not to disturb him from his work.<br />
After what seems like forever, he wipes the sweat of his forehead and turns in my direction.<br />
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<font color=orange> "Howdy there, girl! How long have you been waitin'? <br />
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<font color=darkmagenta> "Oh not too long," <font color=black> I lie.<br />
He laughs whole-heartedly. <font color=orange> "Ya know, you didn't have to wait for me, honey. I'm a lil' hard of hearin' these days. What can I do you for? You lookin' for Fritz? My grandson always got nice little ladies like you lookin' for him. I'll tell you what though, he's a player for sure." <font color=black> He shakes his head and tilts his hat. <font color=orange> "My name is Jessie. I'm the head owner of this here dealership. I'd shake your hand in aquaintance, honey, but you don't want to touch these greasey fingers." <font color=black> He chuckles.<br />
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<div>In ten minutes, I am standing in fromt of Mc'Chanic Boys dealership. Out in front, washing a very rusted Hyundai Sonata with a missing tire, is a man in his mid-forties with graying black hair and a Mario-styled mustache.<br />
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He doesn't seem very friendly from this distance. I can hear him grunt every few seconds in agitation. I approach him cautiously, careful not to disturb him from his work.<br />
After what seems like forever, he wipes the sweat of his forehead and turns in my direction.<br />
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<font color=orange> "Howdy there, girl! How long have you been waitin'? <br />
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<font color=darkmagenta> "Oh not too long," <font color=black> I lie.<br />
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<div>In ten minutes, I am standing in fromt of Mc'Chanic Boys dealership. Out in front, washing a very rusted Hyundai Sonata with a missing tire, is a man in his mid-forties with graying black hair and a Mario-styled mustache.<br />
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He doesn't seem very friendly from this distance. I can hear him grunt every few seconds in agitation. I approach him cautiously, careful not to disturb him from his work.<br />
After what seems like forever, he wipes the sweat of his forehead and turns in my direction.<br />
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<font color=orange> "Howdy there, girl! How long have you been waitin'? </><br />
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<font color=dark magenta> "Oh not too long,"</> <font color=black> I lie.<br />
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*[[Life of Rayne | Get a job]]</div>Icyang3lhttp://72.14.177.54/Create_Your_Own_Story/Head_to_the_%22Mc%27Chanic_Boys%22_DealershipHead to the "Mc'Chanic Boys" Dealership2014-04-24T15:07:18Z<p>Icyang3l: Created page with 'In ten minutes, I am standing in fromt of Mc'Chanic Boys dealership. Out in front, washing a very rusted Hyundai Sonata with a missing tire, is a man in his mid-forties with gray…'</p>
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He doesn't seem very friendly from this distance. I can hear him grunt every few seconds in agitation. I approach him cautiously, careful not to disturb him from his work.<br />
After what seems like forever, he wipes the sweat of his forehead and turns in my direction.<br />
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<font color=dark orange> "Howdy there, girl! How long have you been waitin'?<br />
<font color=dark magenta> "Oh not too long," <font color=black> I lie.<br />
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<div><font color=darkgreen>"How long do you plan on staying, Rayne?"<br />
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<font color=black> I look Sylvia, the head of the hotel management, directly in the eye. Inside my stomach churns ''I hate lying'', but it comes so naturally; it's as if every lie that I've ever told, some part of me believes it to be true.<br />
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Easily I say, <font color=darkmagenta> "Only for a few months. Three or four at the most. I just need some time to get back up on my feet."<font color=black> I smile.<br />
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My insides feel grotesque. Fearing the excuses I will have to make when she begins to suspect that I don't actually plan on leaving so soon, a suspicion that proves true. I'm running away. I'm running away from my parents who have always expected more out of their academically gifted daughter. I'm running away from my 17 year old sister, Rosalie, who thinks I need to better evaluate my decisions before I make them. ''What does she know? She's seventeen!'' I'm running away from the drugs that have caused me to lose almost sixty pounds this past year, ''at least I think I am.'' And lastly, I'm running away from Trent, my abusive ex-boyfriend of six years who first introduced me to the wonderful world of crystal meth. <br />
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Sylvia interrupts my thoughts, <font color=darkgreen>"So the rent for this room is $350/month. It has a full running bathroom and kitchen. The living room is your bedroom, much like a studio apartment. The space is small, sure, but you won't find another room in this hotel much bigger than this for less than $750. And as we discussed before, that in not in your price range."<font color=black>" Sylvia smiles defiantly and then leaves the room with a final,<font color=darkgreen>"Good luck and happy living!"<br />
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<font color=black> I gaze around my new apartment. My surprisingly comfortable futon sits in one corner with a small television set and radio in front of it. The kitchen is small, but efficient. The bathroom has no tub, only a shower. I can't complain, at the age of 23, I finally have a place to call my own.<br />
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I consider what to do next.<br />
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<div>I take the elevator down to the lobby and ask the blonde receptionist, Charniece, where I can find the nearest dealership. I am in desperate need of a car. I've been walking everywhere for the past three months since I broke it off with Trent. ''Well, not officially broke it off, it was more like I high-tailed it out of there the first chance I got''.<br />
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Luckily, Charniece tells me there is one just a few blocks down the road,"Mc'Chanic Boys". It is a family owned business of mechanics who find used cars and fix them up. She tells me that they aren't the best cars but they range in price from $1500 to $7,000. <br />
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''With only $5000 to my name, I really can't be picky.'' <br />
I tell her, <font color=darkmagenta> "Thank you,"<font color=black> and head out the front door. <br />
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<div>I take the elevator down to the lobby and ask the blonde receptionist, Charniece, where I can find the nearest dealership. I am in desperate need of a car. I've been walking everywhere for the past three months since I broke it off with Trent. ''Well, not officially broke it off, it was more like I high-tailed it out of there the first chance I got''.<br />
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Luckily, Charniece tells me there is one just a few blocks down the road,"Mechanic Boys". It is a family owned business of mechanics who find used cars and fix them up. She tells me that they aren't the best cars but they range in price from $1500 to $7,000. <br />
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''With only $5000 to my name, I really can't be picky.'' <br />
I tell her, <font color=darkmagenta> "Thank you,"<font color=black> and head out the front door. <br />
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As I step outside, I am thankful for the 75 degree weather, even though it is almost the end of September.<br />
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<div>I take the elevator down to the lobby and ask the blonde receptionist, Charniece, where I can find the nearest dealership. I am in desperate need of a car. I've been walking everywhere for the past three months since I broke it off with Trent. ''Well, not officially broke it off, it was more like I high-tailed it out of there the first chance I got''.<br />
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Luckily, Charniece tells me there is one just a few blocks down the road. It is a family owned business of mechanics who find used cars and fix them up. She tells me that they aren't the best cars but they range in price from $1500 to $7,000. <br />
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''With only $5000 to my name, I really can't be picky.'' <br />
I tell her, <font color=darkmagenta> "Thank you,"<font color=black> and head out the front door. <br />
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<div>I take the elevator down to the lobby and ask the blonde receptionist, Charniece, where I can find the nearest dealership. I am in desperate need of a car. I've been walking everywhere for the past three months since I broke it off with Trent ''Well, not officially broke it off, it was more like I high-tailed it out of there the first chance I got''.<br />
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Luckily, Charniece tells me there is one just a few blocks down the road. It is a family owned business of mechanics who find used cars and fix them up. She tells me that they aren't the best cars but they range in price from $1500 to $7,000. <br />
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''With only $5000 to my name, I really can't be picky.'' <br />
I tell her, <font color=darkmagenta> "Thank you,"<font color=black> and head out the front door. <br />
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<div><font color=darkgreen>"How long do you plan on staying, Rayne?"<br />
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<font color=black> I look Sylvia, the head of the hotel management, directly in the eye. Inside my stomach churns ''I hate lying'', but it comes so naturally; it's as if every lie that I've ever told, some part of me believes it to be true.<br />
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Easily I say, <font color=darkmagenta> "Only for a few months. Three or four at the most. I just need some time to get back up on my feet."<font color=black> I smile.<br />
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My insides feel grotesque. Fearing the excuses I will have to make when she begins to suspect that I don't actually plan on leaving so soon, a suspicion that proves true. I'm running away. I'm running away from my parents who have always expected more out of their academically gifted daughter. I'm running away from my 17 year old sister, Rosalie, who thinks I need to better evaluate my decisions before I make them. ''What does she know? She's seventeen!'' I'm running away from the drugs that have caused me to lose almost sixty pounds this past year, ''at least I think I am.'' And lastly, I'm running away from Trent, my abusive ex-boyfriend of six years who first introduced me to the wonderful world of crystal meth. <br />
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Sylvia interrupts my thoughts, <font color=darkgreen>"So the rent for this room is $350/month. It has a full running bathroom and kitchen. The living room is your bedroom, much like a studio apartment. The space is small, sure, but you won't find another room in this hotel much bigger than this for less than $750. And as we discussed before, that in not in your price range."<font color=black>" Sylvia smiles defiantly and then leaves the room with a final,<font color=darkgreen>"Good luck and happy living!"<br />
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<font color=black> I gaze around my new apartment. My surprisingly comfortable futon sits in one corner with a small television set and radio in front of it. The kitchen is small, but efficient. The bathroom has no tub, only a shower. I can't complain, at the age of 23, I finally have a place to call my own.<br />
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<font color=black> I look Sylvia, the head of the hotel management, directly in the eye. Inside my stomach churns ''I hate lying'', but it comes so naturally; it's as if every lie that I've ever told, some part of me believes it to be true.<br />
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Easily I say, <font color=darkmagenta> "Only for a few months. Three or four at the most. I just need some time to get back up on my feet."<font color=black> I smile.<br />
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My insides feel grotesque. Fearing the excuses I will have to make when she begins to suspect that I don't actually plan on leaving so soon, a suspicion that proves true. I'm running away. I'm running away from my parents who have always expected more out of their academically gifted daughter. I'm running away from my 17 year old sister, Rosalie, who thinks I need to better evaluate my decisions before I make them. ''What does she know? She's seventeen!'' I'm running away from the drugs that have caused me to lose almost sixty pounds this past year, ''at least I think I am.'' And lastly, I'm running away from Trent, my abusive ex-boyfriend of six years who first introduced me to the wonderful world of crystal meth. <br />
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Sylvia interrupts my thoughts, <font color=darkgreen>"So the rent for this room is $350/month. It has a full running bathroom and kitchen. The living room is your bedroom, much like a studio apartment. The space is small, sure, but you won't find another room in this hotel much bigger that this for less than $750. And as we discussed before, that in not in your price range."<font color=black>" Sylvia smiles defiantly and then leaves the room with a final,<font color=darkgreen>"Good luck and happy living!"<br />
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<font color=black> I gaze around my new apartment. My surprisingly comfortable futon sits in one corner with a small television set and radio in front of it. The kitchen is small, but efficient. The bathroom has no tub, only a shower. I can't complain, at the age of 23, I finally have a place to call my own.<br />
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I consider what to do next.<br />
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Do you:<br />
*[[Go out and buy yourself transportation]]<br />
*[[Get a job]]<br />
*[[Stay home and watch television]]<br />
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[[Life of Rayne]]</div>Icyang3l