Post by Darcy Edwards on Nov 25, 2006 11:18:22 GMT -5
Darcy had just got into the park and sat down on one of the comfy benches when her tears started to flow. These weren't any kinds of tears they were those big crocodile tears. Why was she crying? Well let's just say it had something to do with her cheating Mother and one of her perspective buyers.
What a whore.
Darcy had come home from a little retail therapy from all of the blog rumors and when she got home she found her Mother on the Kitchen table with some random man while her Father was away on business. Her Mom had yelled after her that "I isn't what it looks like!"
{Same story} she thought as she left the house in a hurry. The only place that she knew she could be alone was the park. Not many people went there. She was crying so hard because she knew her Mom cheated on her Dad but she never wanted to see it. She was trying so hard not to slip, not to make a small cut on her wrist because she hadn't done it in so long.
What a whore.
Darcy had come home from a little retail therapy from all of the blog rumors and when she got home she found her Mother on the Kitchen table with some random man while her Father was away on business. Her Mom had yelled after her that "I isn't what it looks like!"
{Same story} she thought as she left the house in a hurry. The only place that she knew she could be alone was the park. Not many people went there. She was crying so hard because she knew her Mom cheated on her Dad but she never wanted to see it. She was trying so hard not to slip, not to make a small cut on her wrist because she hadn't done it in so long.
