Post by Emmanuelle Parker on Feb 25, 2009 23:07:14 GMT -5
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emmanuelle fey parker
PARKING LOT; --- OUTFIT; --- WORDS; --- 232
[/size][/center]Click, click, click. A pair of creme coloured heels smacked the pavement as Emmanuelle Fey Parker popped open the trunk of her creme coloured Cadillac. She rummaged through the trunk. A basketball suddenly rolled over the side of the trunk. It began rolling down the parking lot. Emmanuelle cried out and ran as fast as she could in her pumps.
"Stoooop!" She yelled as it rolled underneath a car. Damn, she was not bending down that dress. Emmanuelle sighed and stomped back to her car. Grabbing her Gucci bag that carried all her books, her clutch that contained her money and keys, and slid her sunglasses down on her head so that they covered her eyes.
Her heart lurched as she walked away from the orange ball that was lodged under someone's car. It was like walking away from a sale on Burberry! Impossible! She turned around, locking her car. Oh, what should she do?
"I'll go inside and get someone! But they'll think I'm silly!" She told herself. Shaking her head she didn't realize where she was going and ran straight into someone. Her sunglasses fell to the ground and her bag was sent flying out of her hand. "Fuck!" She yelled, landing on her arse. She looked at the feet of the person in front of her. "Hey, um, can you help me?" Emmanuelle asked quietly, picking herself up.
COMMENTS;; This definitely wasn't my best or my longest post but they'll probably get better IF SOMEONE REPLIES!
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