Ruined Pagent
February 13th 2012 01:51
Gabby looked out of the car. She sobbed inside of her chest. She had been taken to the community beauty pageant, and a girl had tossed her juice at her. As a result she had to compete with a ruined white gown! The world was so unfair!
“It's unfair;” muttered Gabby as she sulked and grossed her arms. “I should have been the winner;” she muttered before she created an unhappy face.
“That was quite a feat;” told her mum who winced at the three-hundred dollar entry fee which she had paid to get her eighteen year old teenager noticed. “It was fun huh Gabby?” she asked as she began to sweat on her brow over the stare she was tossed from behind her.
“It was fun;” told Gabby before she shook her head and stared out the window. “I can’t believe I didn't see it coming;” she muttered as she narrowed her eyes and stared out at the clouds which passed overhead as the car rushed down the highway. “I was saying hello, and the juice box just flew!” she gasped. “Eighteen years, wasted;” she muttered before she continued to settle into a sulk.
“Well it isn't my fault that someone ruined your dress;” told her mother as she grew a flint behind her right eye. “You should have made sure to create your circle and stay away from others;” she said. “It is a serious business;” she added. “Too serious for friends;” she finished.
“I am sad;” told Gabby as she rolled her eyes to her mother's reflection. “I am sad because I wanted to win;” she announced. “I want to now go home with unhappiness inside of my heart;” she declared.
“It's not all bad, you did get to parade yourself in front of another Miss Queen;” told her mother before she smiled at the takeaway drive through that could be seen to the left. “Never fear! I know who to make us both feel better!” she gasped before she made a turn that would fill their laps with hot burgers and fries in three minutes flat.
Gabby finished off her burger, and then she smiled. She felt good. She felt as though there was a brighter sun. She felt content. She relaxed as she was driven home, and she was able to sigh.
“What do you think about me getting married?” asked Gabby to her mother who had also found content within her mind.
“Married?” asked her mother.
“Yes;” said Gabby as she smiled.
“Do you have a mate?” asked her mother.
“No;” muttered Gabby as she thought of her list of deadbeat boyfriends who thought she was too up herself to last any longer then a trial run. “But I thought I might work on it;” she said. “Maybe become a mother;” she announced.
“Well if you want;” told her mother as she smiled. “I don't mind;” she added. “However there are more modelling contests you can enter;” she enthused. “You might was to keep up your figure until the wedding day;” she announced.
“Okay;” muttered Gabby as she began to think about the balls of fat inside of her belly.
A portion of her didn't want to accept what she had eaten, and yet another portion wanted her to gobble another. She felt fixed in-between the lines, and eventually she needed to just curl herself into a ball and lay down to ensure she didn't grant herself a migraine.
Gabby woke in the back of the car. She had arrived home, and no one had told her. Gabby yawned, and then she shrugged. She didn't know why she had been left and not woken. Maybe she was caught in too deep inside of her dreams, or maybe she had just looked too cute to touch. Gabby yawned.
“Oh well;” she muttered as she slipped out of the car. “Now I can move to the shower and then the real bed;” she said as she checked her watch as being set on eleven pm. “Think about ruined pageants no longer;” she sighed before she moved her feet up the staircase that led to the main house.
“It's unfair;” muttered Gabby as she sulked and grossed her arms. “I should have been the winner;” she muttered before she created an unhappy face.
“That was quite a feat;” told her mum who winced at the three-hundred dollar entry fee which she had paid to get her eighteen year old teenager noticed. “It was fun huh Gabby?” she asked as she began to sweat on her brow over the stare she was tossed from behind her.
“It was fun;” told Gabby before she shook her head and stared out the window. “I can’t believe I didn't see it coming;” she muttered as she narrowed her eyes and stared out at the clouds which passed overhead as the car rushed down the highway. “I was saying hello, and the juice box just flew!” she gasped. “Eighteen years, wasted;” she muttered before she continued to settle into a sulk.
“Well it isn't my fault that someone ruined your dress;” told her mother as she grew a flint behind her right eye. “You should have made sure to create your circle and stay away from others;” she said. “It is a serious business;” she added. “Too serious for friends;” she finished.
“I am sad;” told Gabby as she rolled her eyes to her mother's reflection. “I am sad because I wanted to win;” she announced. “I want to now go home with unhappiness inside of my heart;” she declared.
“It's not all bad, you did get to parade yourself in front of another Miss Queen;” told her mother before she smiled at the takeaway drive through that could be seen to the left. “Never fear! I know who to make us both feel better!” she gasped before she made a turn that would fill their laps with hot burgers and fries in three minutes flat.
Gabby finished off her burger, and then she smiled. She felt good. She felt as though there was a brighter sun. She felt content. She relaxed as she was driven home, and she was able to sigh.
“What do you think about me getting married?” asked Gabby to her mother who had also found content within her mind.
“Married?” asked her mother.
“Yes;” said Gabby as she smiled.
“Do you have a mate?” asked her mother.
“No;” muttered Gabby as she thought of her list of deadbeat boyfriends who thought she was too up herself to last any longer then a trial run. “But I thought I might work on it;” she said. “Maybe become a mother;” she announced.
“Well if you want;” told her mother as she smiled. “I don't mind;” she added. “However there are more modelling contests you can enter;” she enthused. “You might was to keep up your figure until the wedding day;” she announced.
“Okay;” muttered Gabby as she began to think about the balls of fat inside of her belly.
A portion of her didn't want to accept what she had eaten, and yet another portion wanted her to gobble another. She felt fixed in-between the lines, and eventually she needed to just curl herself into a ball and lay down to ensure she didn't grant herself a migraine.
Gabby woke in the back of the car. She had arrived home, and no one had told her. Gabby yawned, and then she shrugged. She didn't know why she had been left and not woken. Maybe she was caught in too deep inside of her dreams, or maybe she had just looked too cute to touch. Gabby yawned.
“Oh well;” she muttered as she slipped out of the car. “Now I can move to the shower and then the real bed;” she said as she checked her watch as being set on eleven pm. “Think about ruined pageants no longer;” she sighed before she moved her feet up the staircase that led to the main house.
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