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Post by Stevie Van Houten on Aug 9, 2007 23:27:33 GMT -5
Stevie adjusted her wings slightly. She hadn't been able to buy herself a brand new costume, so she simply did the best she could with what she had. Figuring she'd spent so much on her homecoming dress, she'd recycle that, and she went out and bought an Angel accessory set for less than twenty dollars. Her heeled shoes shot her up well above six feet, and she looked around at the food vendors.
"Well, what looks good?" she questioned out loud.
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Post by cathrine on Aug 9, 2007 23:33:42 GMT -5
Cathrine hummed as she walked into the food area of the carnival. She was hungry, but, she needed to eat something that wouldn't get on her new pink Elle Woods outfit.
Her nose wrinkled in disgust as she saw Stevie in her cheap homecoming dress obviously with cheap wings and an even cheaper halo.
"Not you," said Cathrine when Stevie asked what looked good.
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Post by Stevie Van Houten on Aug 9, 2007 23:37:45 GMT -5
Stevie almost cringed when she heard Cathrine's voice. She wanted to have a fun evening and the last thing she needed was the annoying blond to follow her around. She pushed some of her curled hair off her shoulders before barely turning to look at her. The scoffed at her outfit. "Somehow I knew you'd show up as a Barbie." Stevie said rolling her eyes. "Go away." Deciding on a funnel cake, she began to walk away, being careful where she put her heels. The last thing she needed was to fall into a heap on the ground.
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Post by cathrine on Aug 9, 2007 23:42:06 GMT -5
Cathrine gasped in shock. Did she just scoff at her outfit? "I'm not a Barbie!" said Cathrine. Elle Woods and Barbie were two totally diffrent people with two totally diffrent fashion senses.
"I'm Elle Woods!" she said and rolled her eyes, "Of course YOU wouldn't know her...she has actuall taste."
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Post by Stevie Van Houten on Aug 9, 2007 23:46:09 GMT -5
"Elle Woods, from Legally Blond. Yes I know who she is. she was a walking talking Barbie doll, she was intentionally made to present like that, so everyone would oooh and ahhhh over her transformation, obviously, you missed that part." She waved her off, before joining the ridiculously long line for a funnel cake. Honestly, movies like that put Stevie to sleep, she preferred her movies to be a little more realistic, but then again, did she expect anything better from Cathrine? The line barely inched forward. What was it about the funnel cake that made everyone want one?
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Post by cathrine on Aug 9, 2007 23:52:56 GMT -5
"Elle Woods ISN'T a walking, talking Barbie Doll...they talk and act completly diffrent!" For all she knew, Barbie was never a lawyer, and she didn't wear pink as much as Elle did. "Barbie never had a dog or wore so much pink all the time..." she said.
"What transformation?" Cathrine asked, "Like...in her outfits? Those stayed the same."
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Post by Stevie Van Houten on Aug 10, 2007 0:03:15 GMT -5
"What? No, you-Listen, not in her clothes, in her personality, her ability to learn, Why am I wasting my time with you?" Stevie finally had enough of the stupidity that spewed out of the girls mouth. Honestly did she have a single brain cell in there?
"Why don't you just move along and stop bothering me?" She snapped, turning her back on the girl and hoping for once she'd get the hint and just go away.
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Post by cathrine on Aug 10, 2007 0:42:25 GMT -5
"And that has to do with your cheap dress..how?" Cathrine asked. She said Stevie had a cheap dress and know she was talking about the change in Elle in the movie? What did that have to do with anything?!
"I'm bothering you?" Cathrine said and giggled as if she had just said the most ridiculus thing she had ever heard, "I'm not the one in the cheap dress."
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Post by Stevie Van Houten on Aug 10, 2007 0:49:09 GMT -5
"Unlike yourself, I don't have everything handed to me." She snapped. "This dress I worked very hard for, maybe you can wipe your nose at a hundred and fifty dollars, but not everyone is as privileged as you are." When Cathrine made another smart comment, Stevie's temper flared.
Stevie whipped around leaning down close to the girls face. "You little brat! I was nice to you when you mother died, and this is what you do? Go back to being a bitch because you think it makes it better?" She straightened back up. "I never said a word about that to anyone. I gave you my phone number, in the trust that maybe this would teach you something! I didn't tell a soul about that, and I easily could have. I could have told all your sheep like friends and then we'd see who was actually your friend wouldn't we? Who sat with you that night? Who drove you home? It certainly wasn't someone you consider popular or a friend." she folded her arms across her chest.
"That's the difference between us really. I'm a good person, and your just a snot who thinks life revolves around her. I meant what I said that. No one deserves to have their family taken away from them. I didn't, you didn't, but I learned from the experience, what did you do?"
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Post by cathrine on Aug 10, 2007 1:25:31 GMT -5
Cathrine glared and was about to comment on how her parents could've gotten her a new dress and she didn't need to work for it, then, her next comment made her freze in her tracks.
"That," she said, still in shock and the memory of that day now spinning in her head, "Has nothing to do with this! Besides, no one ever said I wanted to talk to you in the first place! And..." she really had nothing to say on Stevie's 'driving her home' comment, so all she said was, "Well..." she thought of something...what the hell could she say? Why did she say yes to Stevie's offer anyway? "I never say no to a free ride," was all she could think of.
Trying to keep her composure she snapped, "And who have you lost who was so important anyway?" She refused to show any symphaty to the fact Stevie lost a loved one.
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Post by Stevie Van Houten on Aug 10, 2007 1:33:21 GMT -5
Stevie rolled her eyes. When Cathrine asked who she'd lost her eyes hardened considerably, and her face lined with a mix of pain and anger.
"Let me explain something to you. It's horrible about your mom. That doesn't mean she's gone. When you lose a loved one, the loved one doesn't stop loving you from the beyond. There's different degrees of loss." She wasn't going to say anything, but her temper completely gone, and her nerves frayed beyond repair she started talking.
"My parents kicked me out, disregarded me like a pet! You can't imagine what that's like. To know you were so insignificant in their lives that they would throw you away like you were nothing. That a parent who is suppose to love and protect you, would lay their hand on you to hurt you.." She grit her teeth. "I'm one of the lucky ones. I had my brother. There are so many people who aren't as lucky. I know I didn't deserve what happened to me, but I am well aware of so many who have it so much worse. Once you see that your not the only one who has ever been hurt, you might get over this 'it's all about me thing' you have going on." Stevie felt her eyes begin to burn, and she wouldn't cry, she hadn't since the day she left. She sure as hell wasn't going to start now.
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Post by cathrine on Aug 10, 2007 2:02:42 GMT -5
"What are you..." Cathrine started then again froze in her tracks as Stevie began to talk. What she said seemed to become worse and worse, and every sentence made her feel the same feeling she had that day at the Mezzelos.
She tried to wrap it around it around her mind: Stevie's parents hit her...they tossed her out like an old, outdated shoe. SHe didn't know what to say. How was Stevie so...happy in yet all this crap had happened to her? It really made no sense to her.
"I..." said Cathrine, searching for the words, "I didn't know I..." she suddenly felt bad for making such a huge deal about her mom dying. She didn't know what to say when she saw Stevie looked as if she was about to cry.
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Post by Stevie Van Houten on Aug 10, 2007 2:12:34 GMT -5
Cathrine stuttered for a moment trying to complete a coherent sentence. She knew she pieced together what she had said. She knew that her parents were horrible people.
"That's right." she told flatly. "You didn't know. You don't know me, you don't know my history, yet you deemed yourself better." She swallowed and blinked, her eyes slightly red-rimmed but no tears present, though they still stung her eyes slightly. "How many other people did you do that too?" She asked.
"I learn from my experiences, however bad. My parents hit me and I learned never to raise my hand to a child. My parents threw me out, and I learned that love is going to be love no matter what gender, race, or person." She took a deep breath. "My brother took me in, and I learned that no matter how bad things are, there's always one person to help you back up, if you let them." She looked over at several of the other students.
"Most importantly, I learned that complaining about it, or making myself stand out because of it was never going to help. My parents weren't ever going to be ok with who I am...and that's there loss, because I'm happy with who I am, and who I'm going to be. You say I'm a loser, a freak, and other untrue nasty things. But you know," she finally looked back at Cathrine. "You can keep saying whatever you want, but I know, I'm always going to be happy with me. When will you be happy with you?" And with that, she shifted her wings and was about to leave.
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Post by cathrine on Aug 13, 2007 21:09:32 GMT -5
Cathrine thought about Stevie's question. "Hmmm....let's see; April, Lilly, Dwayne....." Hmmm...and there was a lot more people too. She felt bad suddenly...she didn't know anything about and of those people. She knew the most about Dwanye since they dated of course, but still..."Hmm...I whole lot of people."
"I'm happy with me," Cathrine said, "What makes you think I'm not?" Though she wasn't too happy right now...that wasn't tha point.
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Post by Stevie Van Houten on Aug 13, 2007 21:18:56 GMT -5
"Your not the first person I've met like you." Stevie told her not sparing a glance at the girl. "Your not happy with who you are, so you lash out at other people to make yourself feel better." She shook her head sadly. "And that's sad because I bet if you took your head out of your ass and actually looked around you, you'd see there were plenty of people who would like you, just for you. Not for what they wanted you to be." Stevie sighed, feeling that this wisdom would go unappreciated.
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