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Post by ROSALIE CAMILLE AMBROSE on Jan 20, 2011 21:11:08 GMT -5
 she was tired.
tired of sitting at home, tired of always feeling so bored and alone. rosalie ambrose sat in the top floor bedroom of her parents large mansion estate. resting her head on the hardwood floor the twenty one year old began to trace the hardwood patterns with her thumb. it was quiet, her parents were having their annual saturday night date dinner and a movie downstairs, and rosalie was not aloud to go downstairs at all. sleeping in the renovated attic had its decent parts, rosalie had a mini fridge, a couch, a tv, a bed, and the room was big enough that she could do yoga if she felt like it.
although she had practically everything in the world in that small confided room, most of it was packed and labeled into brown boxes. rosalie was moving out. her parents were to uptight, and she needed to break out of this whole younger sibling shadow. emmaline, rosalie's older sister had moved out, a while ago, and was a famous model now. while rosalie, the twenty one year old lifeguard was considered the dead beat. however, recently she started looking at places on her own, and not deciding on one, was going to attempt to move in with xadrian.
xadrian. his name made her stomach twist, in a good way. great way actually. she rolled over on her back and images from the other night played over in her mind. she let out a sigh closing her eyes. opening them it hit her. the other day, when she was online chatting with harlow, she mentioned how rosalie never went to the club. well that was changing, tonight. standing up rosalie headed over towards her closet. her small black and white kitten she recieved for christmas lay sound asleep on her black heels. letting out a sigh a wide smile appeared on her face as she picked the animal up setting it gently on her bed.
reaching into the deep abyss of her closet she pulled out a tight black dress, her black heels and a black clutch purse. stuffing a few important items from her purse into the clutch she slipped her pajama pants off letting them rest on the floor in front of her closet. pulling the dress over her head she adjusted herself letting out a few grunts as she tried to fit into it. as soon as she was comfortable she slipped the shoes on. they added a good four inches to her height. a wide smile on herface she headed over to her vanity mirror. sitting down on the cushioned chair she began her ritual of makeup. cover up, blush, eye liner, shadow, mascara and moisturizing lotion.
looking at herself in the mirror she smiled. realizing that her parents dinner and movie was over she slid down the steps with ease. they were out for the night, which meant she was free. grabbing the keys to her 1975 mitsubishi galant rosalie ran to the car starting it up and blasting the heat. putting it into reverse she headed towards paradox. arriving at the club the bouncer let her in right away. the aroma was over powering, sweat, alcohol and fun. her head started pounding as the smoke of the room hit her nose. letting out a cough she headed to the bar and sat down ordering a water.
BITCHES WEARING
MUSE
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