Blog 6- Remembering

All she wanted was to go home, away from this ungawdly work place. Why did she work here anyway? She hated it, she hated everything about it. She wanted to go away, run away from this place and never come back. This was the end of the line, she couldn't take one more person telling her to go get coffee, or make copies or get a cinnamon bagel. She couldn't take it anymore. As she thought and pitied herself, she never understood why she wanted to stay in this town, it reminded her to much of home. The smells, the small town, even her apartment. She didn't like to be reminded of where she grew up. She couldn't wait to get out of her house and away from her mother and sister. As a child she got everything she ever wanted, second to her sister. She had always been better than her at everything; sports, with guys and school, and for once she wanted to be first, she wanted to be appreciated for how hard she worked and what she did, but it never happened. Not once. So when she was 18, she packed up and left, and hasn't been back since. Miranda snapped out of the memory, she needed a break, she grabbed her stuff and went outside to take a breather. She didn't realize that thinking of home made her mad and sad, all at the same time.

Blog 5- get tatted.

The line for blatatatat streched as far as she could see, even from her apartment she could see the line for miles and miles. She didn't want to go outside and face all the hassle and confusion. What was so great about it anyway? It wasn't that great of a store, and she didn't need a job, but she thought about if she did work there. What kind of tattoo's would she give? She saw Justice Scott out her window and thought about what she would give him, she always saw him with money and getting lucky so maybe she would do a four leaf clover with a dollar bill under it. That would be cool, and it would definitely fit him perfectly. She snapped out of her thoughts and realized that she was hungry, she wanted food, but as always there was nothing in the refrigerator. She would just go to Fu-king Chicken and get some food before going out to the club tonight, or was she even up for that? She also needed to return the 3 phone calls her boyfriend left her. "Oops." She thought as she headed out the door.