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Post by sydney kassiani wisten on Mar 29, 2012 20:30:00 GMT -5
Jacksonville. Oh what a place. It was nothing like her sunny home in Monterey, California. She longed to be back there. With her friends, her beach, her parties, her school. Everything she knew was back home, and everything she had power over. At least she was rid of her "mom" Jennifer, who had shipped her here in the first place. That seemed to be the only silver lining lately. Here, in this place, she didn't have any street cred. Back home, everyone knew her. People begged to be around her, begged to be her friend. She knew how to turn people and a little something about everyone. Here, she was a nothing. She was just another Jacksonville Prep student.
As usual, Sydney walked around like she was going to be attending something fabulous. She didn't want to be caught somewhere looking sloppy, just in case someone important showed up. She tried to keep herself looking classy, not trashy. Her makeup was well put together, but still simple. Heels were a must. She was petite as it was, so heels kept her head up higher. Never know when someone cute is watching.
And here she was, wandering around. She would never have been without a friend in California, but here, she was on her own. Tough luck. Sydney vowed she would make a name for herself, whatever name that might be. And she wasn't going to go back on that promise. She would find a way to make herself known. People wanted to tell her everything. She became the go to girl. People shared secrets, drama, gossip, everything under the sun. They wanted to be like by Sydney Wisten, and the more gossip and drama they provided, the higher they were on her list. Whether they were afraid, or just needed to be liked that badly, they were willing to give Sydney whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it. And she loved it. She needed that here. She was determined to find it.
Before she took on the world, she needed a pick me up. She needed food to get her going. Since Sydney had no clue what was good, bad, cool, or lame around here, she settled for the Northern Cafe. Seemed like a good idea to her, since she didn't know any better. She walked in and seated herself, looking around to try and find someone, anyone, to be with her. Seeing nobody, she sat alone. She felt uncomfortable like that, alone. She nervously smoothed out her dark blue tank top, adjusted her black leather jacket, and kept her head held high. If she was spotted, she didn't want to be seen feeling sorry for herself. She made an effort to always appear confident and composed, no matter what she was feeling inside.
She said alone in her seat, looking around at the cafe. It seemed nice. It was neat and clean, didn't look dangerous in her opinion. She didn't see any familiar faces from around campus. Not that she was sure she would recognize someone. Nobody had really made much of an effort to talk to her since she got here. She hadn't even met any cute boys yet. She was hoping her luck would turn around, and her mojo would come back. She ordered a black coffee to wake herself up, and examined the establishment a bit more. It was cozy. She pulled her phone out of her small blue bag and started fiddling with it absentmindedly.
notes: word count- 594 outfit- right hurr
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