Acceptance was never something I was good at. I was forced to but deep inside of me it ate away at my soul, stayed with me and made everything I did feel foul
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She seemed to get more nervous by the second, like she had somewhere to be, If I had to guess I'd put her at 17, which meant she was still in school and jailbait, but that wasn't a matter I was going to worry about. Her name, that was the present goal, getting her to tell me her name, and staying in her company for as long as possible.
“I-I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t be late…”There was something even more familiar about her simple stuttering, the fact about any other girl probably would have turned me off, it was the eyes, the way the slowling sunset illuminated her, seemingly pointing out the angel in my midst
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I stopped short when he offered me a ride, turning and looking at him when he gave me his name. Lindsey. There was something about him that I just couldn't place. I bit my lip and looked down at the books in my hand. "I-I s-shouldn't." I offered him a small smile. "Town's small enough to w-walk."
It was true, you could walk from limit to limit in about an hour. I did it once. Donnie drug me out with his friends and decided it would be nice to leave me there. Without shoes.
I never had such great feelings towards my brother, doubt I ever will.
Smiling a bit I looked at him. "I'm T-tara..." I shifted my bag and looked at him, he didn't seem like he was from here, must be one of the many visitors we have recently. Maybe it would be ok for some company.
No, my father would have a fit and who knows what Donnie would do if he didn't get Mamma's pie this year.
Looking down I shook my head and glanced up at him. "S-sorry...I sh-shouldn't, the market closes soon...It was n-nice meeting you Lindsey."
I saw her eyes change color while she was thinking, a cloud fell over them and it unnerved me. I swear I knew her from somewhere but I couldn't place it. I usually remembered people perfectly, never having to think when something became familiar
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He was persistant, I'll give him that. And a bit good looking, not that I'd admit it openly. He looked at me like he was studying me, trying to see how I worked or something. I looked down, feeling very uncomfortable being stared at for so long. Especially because I didn't know why he was looking at me like that.
A small smile crossed my lips when I heard his accent come out. He was a country boy, from the sounds of it from around here too. I liked that, made me feel a bit more at ease. These tourists made me feel uncomfortable. They looked at us like we were ants in an ant farm to be gawked at.
"I..." I bit my lip and thought a moment, looking at him and then glancing past him at the clock in Mae's, realizing that it was later then I thought and if I was going to get to the market before they closed I'd have to hurry. I didn't have time to brush someone off, I was too polite to do that either.
Whoa she thought I meant she should shut up? Fucking hell I'm a moron. I tried to say something but she just ignored me and started talking to the cashier who I remembered and really didn't want talk to
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I heard him yelling for me and I only walked faster, I didn't have time for him. I might be quiet and let my family step on me but I'm not allowing some stranger that pleasure
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Get home? Get home, she was going to willingly go back there? My guess was Donnie had done nothing productive in his life and was working along side that bastard of a father down at the saw mill. Bunch of hapless losers. I wanted to yell and scream at her for even going back to that place, but after living with my mother I knew that was not the way to go. Besides I'm sure she was yelled and screamed at enough in her life and she didn't need it from me
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I was biting my lip so much that I thought it was just going to burst open and bleed all over me. That would only get my father on one of his rants about how I don't appreciate the things he buys me
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“I-I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t be late…”There was something even more familiar about her simple stuttering, the fact about any other girl probably would have turned me off, it was the eyes, the way the slowling sunset illuminated her, seemingly pointing out the angel in my midst ( ... )
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It was true, you could walk from limit to limit in about an hour. I did it once. Donnie drug me out with his friends and decided it would be nice to leave me there. Without shoes.
I never had such great feelings towards my brother, doubt I ever will.
Smiling a bit I looked at him. "I'm T-tara..." I shifted my bag and looked at him, he didn't seem like he was from here, must be one of the many visitors we have recently. Maybe it would be ok for some company.
No, my father would have a fit and who knows what Donnie would do if he didn't get Mamma's pie this year.
Looking down I shook my head and glanced up at him. "S-sorry...I sh-shouldn't, the market closes soon...It was n-nice meeting you Lindsey."
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A small smile crossed my lips when I heard his accent come out. He was a country boy, from the sounds of it from around here too. I liked that, made me feel a bit more at ease. These tourists made me feel uncomfortable. They looked at us like we were ants in an ant farm to be gawked at.
"I..." I bit my lip and thought a moment, looking at him and then glancing past him at the clock in Mae's, realizing that it was later then I thought and if I was going to get to the market before they closed I'd have to hurry. I didn't have time to brush someone off, I was too polite to do that either.
So I gave in.
"Ok..."
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