Post by Cooper on Mar 5, 2008 8:13:17 GMT -5
C O O P E R
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summer has come and passed
yhe innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends
Cooper wasnt in the best mood so to say. Her wild pink hair was wavy today, and hazel eyes peered out fro under hot pink bangs. A large plate of hardly touched nachos steamed under her face; she was hungry, and mexican food was always a plus to her. Her black and white starred hoodie was off to one side, and when she lifted her right arm the Rider's tattoo stood out proudly against porecelin skin. So what if she was in a gang? So what if she would be labeled for the rest of her life? Cooper knew deep down that her parents were probably so worried; but if they were so worried, why havn't they done anything to find her, or atleast attempt to?
Maybe they thought she was dead. Cooper wasnt surprised when the sinking feeling of guilt didnt wash over her; it had gone away a few weeks ago, same with that feeling of remose she got when she thought about how her mother must cry herself to sleep every night, and how her father might have turned to alcohol to help relieve pain. No; her father didnt drink. Never.
Sighing, she reached for a nacho, the cheese dripping off richly, while some tomato sauce spilled over the edge. Mmm. Yummy. Bringing the soggy yet still good tasting totilla chip into her mouth, the cheese and sauce melted, and a warmer feeling rose in her body. Damn nachos, they always got her feeling better. Looking around Cooper helped herself to another one, and wiped her fingers on the napkin she had been given. Hopefully, someone would come in and relieve Cooper of the boredom she was going to feel any minute.[/font]
