Post by rita elaine monzano on Sept 17, 2010 14:37:38 GMT
THIS IS THE FIRST SONG ON YOUR MIXTAPE
AND IT'S SHORT JUST LIKE YOUR TEMPER
Rita was on the pier at night, by herself, eating a cotton candy. She had gotten there by driving her car the short distance from her house to one of the side streets that ended in the boardwalk, and then by walking the rest of the way until she was inside all the hustle and bustle. Why she was there, though, was harder to determine.
Her mother had basically forced her to go out. For the past two weeks, Rita had basically stayed at homeevery single night, leaving only to go to work or pick up ice cream. Each night she had 'pestered' her mom, insisting that she watch a movie with her daughter, or play a board game, or just talk. And, sure, for the first couple of nights, Rita's mother was quite happy to spend some time with her, but she had, apparently, had enough. She was out on a date with her boyfriend and had insisted on Rita doing something, going out, hanging out with her friends. She had off-handedly suggested the pier, and Rita just got it stuck in her head. She had felt a little more than slightly embarassed when she got rejected by her own mother, so she had inwardly agreed to go out, though had outwardly grumbled about the idea.
You see, Rita was slightly afraid of going out. They daytime was fine, she loved going for walks or shopping. But at nighttime, Rita felt there were just too many temptations for her. Mostly she was afraid of herself, that she was going to be weak and give in to the first person who offered her a drink or a toke. Since she had gotten out of rehab, Rita had gone 'out' only about a handful of times. There were no things to do for a single girl who couldn't partake in debauchery, lest she hurt herself or others. She was constantly confronted with drugs and alcohol, both subtley, through ads and the media in general, and more overtly, like by the pot dealer who lived across the street. And although Rita was quite content with portraying herself as a confident, self-assured modern woman, she was terrified of backsliding.
But, as it turned out, tonight wasn't going too bad. She had left in a bit of a hurry, right after her mother's boyfriend had showed up, not caring to put on makeup or indeed to dol herself up at all. She had also not bothered to call any of her friends to go with her, explaining why she was currently alone. Admittedly, it was probably easier for Rita that she was alone. She had always, her entire life, felt it harder to say no to something when she was surrounded by people, even if they were sober friends. She was a people-pleaser, first and foremost. But anyway, Rita was quite enjoying herself. She was sitting on a bench with her back to the water, making herself nearly sick on some pink cotton candy, and watching all the people that went by. Most were families, parents with small children, but a good portion were couples. These couples always tended to look miserable, as if they had both just decided that the other was an idiot and that they could do much better. That was always entertaining.
Rita's bench was situated outside of the arcade. She was facing the large, open entrance to it, and although the night was slightly chilly and summer was virtually over, it was quite croweded. The lights and the sounds were sort of soothing to Rita. Mostly she heard the electric whirr of the arcade games, the loud, semi-obnoxious music that played when you won or lost a game, and the mysteriously beautiful sound of lots of people talking at once. Her cotton candy break was just that: a break. She had walked around for about an hour already, played a carnival game a little further down the pier and won a small stuffed kangaroo that she didn't quite know what to do with. She had also played some arcade games and won a few tickets, and was planning on going back to win some more. The tickets, to her, were worthless, so she'd probably end up giving them to some little kid who's only wish was for an absurdly large collection of bouncy balls or Ring Pops. She had seen about a million people walk by with cotton candy, and had gotten quite the craving for it. It was now disgusting her. She wasn't exactly sure what cotton candy was, and the sweetness of it was making her stomach churn. But she just couldn't stop eating it...
SOMEWHAT GOLDEN LIKE THE AFTERNOONS
WE USED TO SPEND BEFORE YOU GOT TOO COOL
[/font][/color]WE USED TO SPEND BEFORE YOU GOT TOO COOL
`word count 778; `tags open; `outfit too lazy to do it; `lyrics mixtape by brand new; `notes another open post for someone to reply to! hint, hint! title from shakespeare's richard III. 'a horse, a horse! my kingdom for a horse!"
