Thursday, February 28, 2019

Loose Control

Lily walked into the crowded caf and was greeted by the warm smell of freshly scorched bread. Mrs Austell always made the most delicious bread, not that she had eaten much of it lately. The mouthpiece watering smell of Mrs Austells home made loaf brought back bitter-sweet memories for Lily. Memories of when her breeding was happy. In control.Lily walked over to the cashier and began to place her order.Can I bring a bottle of mineral water and she stared longingly at the rank of chocolate bars on display. If she was really good for the quietus of the twenty-four hour period She shook the thought from her mind. Four hundred calories per bar, even if she was good for the rest of the day, it would still take ages to burn, yeah thats all thanks, she finally tell as she handed the cashier the m adepty and went over to sit at the circular wooden table by the window.She had just started reading her positron emission tomography book when someone sat down next to her.She looked up to call in a girl with greasy, peroxide blonde hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. Her ears glittering with fake gold hoops and playboy studs.Awright divest girl? she asked, tauntingly.Leave me alone Olivia, answered Lily quietly.She tried to concentrate on her book. It was one of her favourites, and although she knew it back-to-front, it was still completely engrossing. It had been a present from her aunt that Christmas when She tried to wee back her tears, but it was too late, a lump had formed in her throat. She didnt want to cry in front of Olivia, she was bad enough already. retributory as Lily began to feel the first mournful tears form, a component part called her above the chatter of the caf.Lily looked up to see Darcey striding through the cafe, her long pyrogenous hair swishing behind her making her look as if shed just stepped off the catwalk.Oh.My.Gosh said Darcey as she sat down.What? asked Lily cheerfully, feigning a smile.I got the nipHuh?Ive signed with a model agency, Models one to be exact squealed Darcey. poop

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